I am free but I am flawed
08-30-2014, 06:17 PM
The woman's tone changed from friendly and excited to something else. It was a rapid change, it caught Raisa off guard, and she skittered back a few more lengths in a nearby clump of brush. She would not flee entirely, but instead wait there amongst the shadows, quivering a bit. She did not understand, and she felt frightened by the possibility that something was about to change. Her insides began to war with one another and she pulled her lips upwards to contend with that uncomfortable feeling. Her stomach clenched and her shoulders began to shake. She fought off the shaking fit that tried to seize her. Koros took a few steps after his liege, watching as she slunk into what she likely assumed was safety. He let loose a light sigh before turning back to answer Isidora's questions. "She has gone through much trauma," he said softly. "It began after the birth of her children. I am told pregnancy can sometimes do strange things to the mind. She began to have nightmares of the rebellion soon after, I recall her waking up in the middle of the night, panting and frantic." Koros took a deep, shaking breath, and attempted to collect himself. It was... difficult to talk about, to say the least. "You know she needs to remember quick," Isidora claimed. "She left Ebony in the hands of a mad woman!" This disturbed Koros, but he could not devote himself to that just yet. "I've seen her tear rogues to pieces," Koros said, emotion choking her voice. "I've seen her rush headlong down cliff sides and go for weeks without eating. There have been nights I was certain she would die, and I do what I can, but most of the time she doesn't know me." Isidora did not seem to be paying him much attention, though. She turned to face the cowering ex-royal and exclaimed, "You're Raisa Xanilov, does that ring any bells?" Koros would have stopped her if he'd had the chance. He had done a similar thing, and seen the chaos it wreaked on the poor woman's mind. True to form the shakes began to take Raisa, starting in her shoulders and creeping outwards. Eventually her whole body was taken in something that looked like shivers, but only a bit more severe. The words stung her mind like a hoard of angry bees and she shook it from side to side, fighting against the tremors to clear the thoughts away. No, this was too much. She should have fled but she couldn't anymore, her body had turned traitor. It was too much. "Talk" "You" Think |
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