By Chance We Met
Jul. 25th, 2006 10:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shosenThe sounds of Orgimmar drifted around her, but she was listening to none of them. She was listening, instead, to the aches and complaints of her body, tired and sore after a journey too long and too far ranged for one of her age. It was required though. She had been summoned to this path late in life, and thought the calls came to her slowly, they did come, and she did answer. With only three totems now hanging from her belt, she was tired, sore, but also impatient. The other was needed. She could not remain this weak for too long, for the others had moved far sooner than she had expected.
She had known, of course, the moment they moved to spring the trap, but there was little she could do about it. Despite that, she was surprised when she discovered them on Kalimador, in Orgimmar no less, when their presence was directly against the agreement that had been set.
It was too late, when she discovered them in the Drag, but in the end it was no matter. The Caller, always so proud of his ability to turn people into puppets, on his knees with strings pulled by another. The knife, by this point, was half-way to his throat, and his stomach was already done in. If she had cared to, she could have whispered a call, asked the power the flowed through her to ease the pain and close the cut, but she didn’t.
“Over-reaction, don’t you think?” she asked instead, dropping Orcish as it had no use between such old friends as they.
“He challenged me,” The Seer responded in kind, with an almost negligent shrug. “He was unsuccessful.”
“And now you’re all alone, whatever shall you do?”
“Succeed,” his answer was almost a growl. “Without the two of you to prevent me.”
She just smiled, knowing he would not listen. That had been her role, after all. “You have the answer you seen then, from our so-called allies?”
“We failed.”
“I told you that from the start.”
“I will not fail again.”
She shrugged. “And the childe?”
“A failure, I told you. One that will be disposed of.”
“I think not.”
“Oh really?” he sneered, his eyes resting with distaste on the leather boots that she wore with the light silk suit. “Going to play saviour, are you?”
“We both know I can’t do that,” she replied honestly, and watched him laugh. He could see the missing totems on her belt, with only two there at that point, as clearly as she could. “But I won’t have to.”
“No?”
“No. Because you are going to tell them to let the childe go, and all of you are going to keep your distance from the poor dear from now on.”
He laughed again. “You’re threatening me? When all your power is gone and you’re no more skilled than one just come of age? And why should I listen?”
She smirked. “Because it was never my power that caused you to obey me, and that hasn’t changed with all that we’ve list. Let the childe go.”
He scowled at her. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
He was silent for a few more moments, before cursing eloquently and turning away. She nodded to herself as she watched him leave. He might not listen, but he would obey. For now, at least, and in the future, the result of their failure would be of no concern for him.
With a sigh, she had looked down at the body the now knelt still and cold, staring at the space where the Seer had stood. “You never should have taken the childe back to them,” she whispered as she knelt in front of him. “Wasn’t worth it, when we all know that it was something you did that made it all go wrong.” She rested her hand against his cheek briefly. “You never admitted to it did you, and now I’ll bet you think you’ll never have to.” Leaning back, she reached out, and began to slide the bone from the pierced hole in the Caller’s nose. It had been, some time ago, back before the tattoos graced his skin, and the bones of others marched up his arms, a piece of his own spine filed and shaped into a powerful ornament.
“You forget, my friend, that hearing the dead is what I do now.” She tied the bone to a leather thong on her belt, letting it hang between the two totems. “I’ll hear your answer, eventually.” That done, she eased him down, tucking him into a corner, and brushing his hair back. “But for now, you rest.” She had left him there, for a guard to find, for tales to be whispered in secret, between friends, but never out loud. A suicide in the Drag wasn’t much, in the end.
Sitting in the Inn now, she heard nothing about it. The whispers had moved on, there were new stories to hear, new tragedies to ponder, new absurdities to laugh over. Listening to the aches of her body, she thought of them again, and wondered, not for the first time, if it wouldn’t be more of a blessing than a curse to just kill the childe. Set that spirit free and have done with it. But, they’d meddled too much now, and the fools hadn’t been listening, hadn’t been paying attention, and they had done something with their last attempt at an answer. She sat in the inn, had drifting over the bone at her belt, but heard nothing. In the end, though, she would have the answer. She was patient, after all.
She had known, of course, the moment they moved to spring the trap, but there was little she could do about it. Despite that, she was surprised when she discovered them on Kalimador, in Orgimmar no less, when their presence was directly against the agreement that had been set.
It was too late, when she discovered them in the Drag, but in the end it was no matter. The Caller, always so proud of his ability to turn people into puppets, on his knees with strings pulled by another. The knife, by this point, was half-way to his throat, and his stomach was already done in. If she had cared to, she could have whispered a call, asked the power the flowed through her to ease the pain and close the cut, but she didn’t.
“Over-reaction, don’t you think?” she asked instead, dropping Orcish as it had no use between such old friends as they.
“He challenged me,” The Seer responded in kind, with an almost negligent shrug. “He was unsuccessful.”
“And now you’re all alone, whatever shall you do?”
“Succeed,” his answer was almost a growl. “Without the two of you to prevent me.”
She just smiled, knowing he would not listen. That had been her role, after all. “You have the answer you seen then, from our so-called allies?”
“We failed.”
“I told you that from the start.”
“I will not fail again.”
She shrugged. “And the childe?”
“A failure, I told you. One that will be disposed of.”
“I think not.”
“Oh really?” he sneered, his eyes resting with distaste on the leather boots that she wore with the light silk suit. “Going to play saviour, are you?”
“We both know I can’t do that,” she replied honestly, and watched him laugh. He could see the missing totems on her belt, with only two there at that point, as clearly as she could. “But I won’t have to.”
“No?”
“No. Because you are going to tell them to let the childe go, and all of you are going to keep your distance from the poor dear from now on.”
He laughed again. “You’re threatening me? When all your power is gone and you’re no more skilled than one just come of age? And why should I listen?”
She smirked. “Because it was never my power that caused you to obey me, and that hasn’t changed with all that we’ve list. Let the childe go.”
He scowled at her. “Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
He was silent for a few more moments, before cursing eloquently and turning away. She nodded to herself as she watched him leave. He might not listen, but he would obey. For now, at least, and in the future, the result of their failure would be of no concern for him.
With a sigh, she had looked down at the body the now knelt still and cold, staring at the space where the Seer had stood. “You never should have taken the childe back to them,” she whispered as she knelt in front of him. “Wasn’t worth it, when we all know that it was something you did that made it all go wrong.” She rested her hand against his cheek briefly. “You never admitted to it did you, and now I’ll bet you think you’ll never have to.” Leaning back, she reached out, and began to slide the bone from the pierced hole in the Caller’s nose. It had been, some time ago, back before the tattoos graced his skin, and the bones of others marched up his arms, a piece of his own spine filed and shaped into a powerful ornament.
“You forget, my friend, that hearing the dead is what I do now.” She tied the bone to a leather thong on her belt, letting it hang between the two totems. “I’ll hear your answer, eventually.” That done, she eased him down, tucking him into a corner, and brushing his hair back. “But for now, you rest.” She had left him there, for a guard to find, for tales to be whispered in secret, between friends, but never out loud. A suicide in the Drag wasn’t much, in the end.
Sitting in the Inn now, she heard nothing about it. The whispers had moved on, there were new stories to hear, new tragedies to ponder, new absurdities to laugh over. Listening to the aches of her body, she thought of them again, and wondered, not for the first time, if it wouldn’t be more of a blessing than a curse to just kill the childe. Set that spirit free and have done with it. But, they’d meddled too much now, and the fools hadn’t been listening, hadn’t been paying attention, and they had done something with their last attempt at an answer. She sat in the inn, had drifting over the bone at her belt, but heard nothing. In the end, though, she would have the answer. She was patient, after all.