Belladonna Renevir
The room was essentially empty aside from the female figure sitting cross-legged on the e, a small mat, and the most simplistic of hygiene permissions. Metal walls, a plasma barrier, and intense florescent lights were all that decorated the space otherwise. A slow sigh escaped Syri's lips as her breath remained even.
Behind her eyelids the colors were vibrant with ribbons of blue leading the path through the timestream she walked. The figures of her past and present mingled as she indulged in the skill she long ago mastered. She focused in on one place and time, an opulent home decorated with the most high caliber amenities available to them. Four children ran through the halls and as they played. The sound of laughter that filled the space was the only semblance of interaction that she had seen in the extended period of time she'd been locked in here.
At least all was still well at home.
This knowledge gave her a sense of ease as she changed the path. Tracing her steps to a scene of fire and smoke from years in the past. This was something she needed to remind herself of. The body of an innocent dead and many others wounded or on the verge of death themselves. It was a battlefield filled with blood and chaos. "The casualties of war," as Lord Boreas had once said to her and a cost that must be paid for the sake of an empire.
Syri bit her lip as her anger burned. The rage of this scene in time was enough to send her running to find her own path. Though, perhaps it was the exchange that followed which solidified this resolution so long ago.
Within the walls of this ship though, no within this cell. Her body was limited to only what was permitted, but at the very least her mind was her own.
Violet orbs snapped open at the sound of approaching footsteps. None were permitted to enter this space since her capture, primarily for the safety of others and to ensure she had nothing that could aid her escape if she tried. Frustrating as it may be, she was a glutton for her own punishment.
So, she remained in her cell like an obedient dog in their cage waiting for her next meal or her master's order.
"It seems I have a guest."
Darragh Cearmada
Behind her eyelids the colors were vibrant with ribbons of blue leading the path through the timestream she walked. The figures of her past and present mingled as she indulged in the skill she long ago mastered. She focused in on one place and time, an opulent home decorated with the most high caliber amenities available to them. Four children ran through the halls and as they played. The sound of laughter that filled the space was the only semblance of interaction that she had seen in the extended period of time she'd been locked in here.
At least all was still well at home.
This knowledge gave her a sense of ease as she changed the path. Tracing her steps to a scene of fire and smoke from years in the past. This was something she needed to remind herself of. The body of an innocent dead and many others wounded or on the verge of death themselves. It was a battlefield filled with blood and chaos. "The casualties of war," as Lord Boreas had once said to her and a cost that must be paid for the sake of an empire.
Syri bit her lip as her anger burned. The rage of this scene in time was enough to send her running to find her own path. Though, perhaps it was the exchange that followed which solidified this resolution so long ago.
Within the walls of this ship though, no within this cell. Her body was limited to only what was permitted, but at the very least her mind was her own.
Violet orbs snapped open at the sound of approaching footsteps. None were permitted to enter this space since her capture, primarily for the safety of others and to ensure she had nothing that could aid her escape if she tried. Frustrating as it may be, she was a glutton for her own punishment.
So, she remained in her cell like an obedient dog in their cage waiting for her next meal or her master's order.
"It seems I have a guest."
Darragh Cearmada
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