Eternity RPC Board
06-29-2020, 02:36 AM
Elke shifted, straightening her back and crossing her legs under her, and then followed Nevina's finger with just her eyes - as instructed.
"Well, not much," she admitted, her eyes tracking slowly back and forth and around. "I remember arriving at the witch's house - Millie. Her name was Millie." Back and forth and around. "She had," Elke paused to think. "She had a garden that was a sort of booby trap. It took some time to get through it." Back and forth. Elke furrowed her brow a bit without letting her eyes break away from Nevina's finger.
In the part of her mind not dedicated to recalling the night's events, she noted that the rest of the room seemed hazier, darker. Perhaps like it was further away, or that Nevina was in a spotlight. It wasn't important. "But we made it. She invited us inside and it -- ugh, it stank, I remember that!" Back and forth, back and forth... "We talked, the three of us. We wanted to ask her about the werewolves. You two had history." Elke scowled again. The conversations three nights prior were like a distant and barely visible star in the night sky - out of the corner of her consciousness, she knew the vagueness of it, could barely make out the pinprick of faint light. But when she tried to focus in on it, it disappeared under her full scrutiny.
"I don't remember the specifics," she decided at last. Around her, Forlag's cozy room had receded into darkness and Nevina and her smoothly twirling finger became Elke's entire world. It was calming, for some reason, and at the same time, it pulled up the sounds and scents and feelings of that night. "And after that..." The creases between her eyes deepened. Numbness, a sense of falling upward, insidious darkness creeping in. "I cannot..." Pain, heat, the roar of something deadly, the solid earth under her in an instant. The hairs on the back of Elke's neck prickled. "She did something to me."
At that, Elke's eyes finally broke away from Nevina's finger and snapped, instead, to the woman's face. The room came back into full view, the sounds of birds chirping outside the window arriving with her vision. "What did she do to me?"
"Well, not much," she admitted, her eyes tracking slowly back and forth and around. "I remember arriving at the witch's house - Millie. Her name was Millie." Back and forth and around. "She had," Elke paused to think. "She had a garden that was a sort of booby trap. It took some time to get through it." Back and forth. Elke furrowed her brow a bit without letting her eyes break away from Nevina's finger.
In the part of her mind not dedicated to recalling the night's events, she noted that the rest of the room seemed hazier, darker. Perhaps like it was further away, or that Nevina was in a spotlight. It wasn't important. "But we made it. She invited us inside and it -- ugh, it stank, I remember that!" Back and forth, back and forth... "We talked, the three of us. We wanted to ask her about the werewolves. You two had history." Elke scowled again. The conversations three nights prior were like a distant and barely visible star in the night sky - out of the corner of her consciousness, she knew the vagueness of it, could barely make out the pinprick of faint light. But when she tried to focus in on it, it disappeared under her full scrutiny.
"I don't remember the specifics," she decided at last. Around her, Forlag's cozy room had receded into darkness and Nevina and her smoothly twirling finger became Elke's entire world. It was calming, for some reason, and at the same time, it pulled up the sounds and scents and feelings of that night. "And after that..." The creases between her eyes deepened. Numbness, a sense of falling upward, insidious darkness creeping in. "I cannot..." Pain, heat, the roar of something deadly, the solid earth under her in an instant. The hairs on the back of Elke's neck prickled. "She did something to me."
At that, Elke's eyes finally broke away from Nevina's finger and snapped, instead, to the woman's face. The room came back into full view, the sounds of birds chirping outside the window arriving with her vision. "What did she do to me?"