Sweet Spring Air (April 3010) {Braeldia}
Oct 2, 2018 20:45:44 GMT -5
Post by Léoma on Oct 2, 2018 20:45:44 GMT -5
“It was frightening, so frightening… I… do not remember it all. Sometimes I wonder if it was a dream. It’s only…” Léoma paused, and touched her chest, slid her hand down to her abdomen. The scars told her it was true. She always had the scars to remember it by. Scars which had come from her escape from the escarpment which had scraped her as she slid down it.
“She wanted to break my mind, but I was so entranced in those days, you see. I was young, young like you. And I was traveling with...” Léoma hesitated, a faint pink tinging her cheeks at the thought. “A young man. I traveled with a young man, my dearest friend in those days. I was afraid, but the creature, she threatened to destroy Érec. To torture him, and to make me watch her break him. It were as if she could read my mind or my face, she knew how I lo-… loved him.”
Léoma’s cheek still flushed she looked down at her soup and stirred it, remembering the tall man, with his dark curls. His mother had been of Rohan, like the rest of them in Edoras, but his dark features came from his Gondorian father. His father had been a ranger, and so too had Érec, a wanderer. It could not have lasted, not for her crippled state of being, and for his wanderlust. She had loved him. She tried to seem matter of fact on the issue. They were young. Young people fell in love. She thought Érec had loved her in return, and perhaps he had, though Ravondis had worked against her mind for days to inform her that he never would love her in return. The woman felt the burn of a tear in the corner of her eyes, and reached to quickly wipe it away. Ravondis had been true in the end, Érec had left.
“He carved this for me,” Léoma noted, motioning to the wolfs-head cane she used. “The wolf is… Barth. He had raised him from a pup, and he was a friend as well. Barth saved me. He sniffed out the cave and he took me a safe way down. I had to slide most of the way, but he caught me, and in the sky they battled, the great bat, and an eagle. An eagle larger than a horse, than any creature I have seen. I do not know what happened, they both disappeared, and I had to crawl, but I found him. Érec was wounded, the bat had near crushed him, but I found him, and we lasted it through. We cared for each other, until we could return home. I could never speak of it to my family.” Léoma smiled, though her eyes were still teary, the memories were bittersweet for her. It was so long ago. “I never left Edoras again after that, no further have I gone than you found me today outside the gates.”
“She wanted to break my mind, but I was so entranced in those days, you see. I was young, young like you. And I was traveling with...” Léoma hesitated, a faint pink tinging her cheeks at the thought. “A young man. I traveled with a young man, my dearest friend in those days. I was afraid, but the creature, she threatened to destroy Érec. To torture him, and to make me watch her break him. It were as if she could read my mind or my face, she knew how I lo-… loved him.”
Léoma’s cheek still flushed she looked down at her soup and stirred it, remembering the tall man, with his dark curls. His mother had been of Rohan, like the rest of them in Edoras, but his dark features came from his Gondorian father. His father had been a ranger, and so too had Érec, a wanderer. It could not have lasted, not for her crippled state of being, and for his wanderlust. She had loved him. She tried to seem matter of fact on the issue. They were young. Young people fell in love. She thought Érec had loved her in return, and perhaps he had, though Ravondis had worked against her mind for days to inform her that he never would love her in return. The woman felt the burn of a tear in the corner of her eyes, and reached to quickly wipe it away. Ravondis had been true in the end, Érec had left.
“He carved this for me,” Léoma noted, motioning to the wolfs-head cane she used. “The wolf is… Barth. He had raised him from a pup, and he was a friend as well. Barth saved me. He sniffed out the cave and he took me a safe way down. I had to slide most of the way, but he caught me, and in the sky they battled, the great bat, and an eagle. An eagle larger than a horse, than any creature I have seen. I do not know what happened, they both disappeared, and I had to crawl, but I found him. Érec was wounded, the bat had near crushed him, but I found him, and we lasted it through. We cared for each other, until we could return home. I could never speak of it to my family.” Léoma smiled, though her eyes were still teary, the memories were bittersweet for her. It was so long ago. “I never left Edoras again after that, no further have I gone than you found me today outside the gates.”