I'm Sorry, Evelynn Can't Play Right Now

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene stood before a small workbench in her own room in the palace of Rattatak. There was a warm almost happy smile on her face, in her left was a small mortar, gently cupped in place with the leaves and stem of a plant nestled in the marble. In her right hand was a pestle, a short rounded marble stick that she used to grind the plant matter into a fine paste. She smiled and hummed to herself as she completed this task, before her on the workbench sat dozens, and maybe even hundreds of different liquids, thought for right now she didn't focus on any of them.

As the paste within the mortar became more and more liquid she retracted the pestle, placing both of the marble items onto the bench before her with an audibly pleased sigh.

Then she grabbed for one of the vials on the third shelf up, a purple liquid that seemed to hiss when she uncapped the glass. She gave it a small whiff, smiling as the pleasant aroma of coconut hit her nostrils. Her smile became a smirk, and she added a dab of the liquid into the paste that she had created in the mortar.

It had been weeks now since their escape from the Jedi, weeks since Nemene and Evelynn had returned to their proper place on Rattatak. Their relationship remained much the same as it had before, things having returned to normal after Nemene had had her...release, but it was time for a change.

She reached for another vial, this time taking careful measure with it, not sniffing it or even letting it get near her face. She added a single drop of the dark blue liquid, letting it settle onto the paste with a silent hiss.

Nemene smiled, and then stirred the paste until it was nothing more than a cream. It took time of course, but once it was done the plant matter and the liquid she had added was nothing more than a thick purple lotion that smelled of coconut. She smiled, an evil sort of smile as she dabbed her fingers into the mortar.

Slowly, she settled the lotion onto her skin, soft breezes carrying coconut to her nose.

When the mortar was empty of its contents the Queen of Rattatak smiled, turning away from her bench and wandering out of her room.

“Come to me my pet.” She called out through the bond, mirth in her voice.

 

[Louise]

Evelynn lay upon her bed, lost to the world. No, no, you filthy beast, take that line of thinking elsewhere, or save it for later at the very list.

Her eyes remained open but there was no life behind them.

The Silent Sister was soaring, high above the pit as eagle eyes spotted the gladiators training below but they were not her eagle eyes. They were that of Merisi, the gift that Nemene had given her when they had first taken over the Cauldron. The valrain and the girl were one. Evelynn could feel the wind flow against her plumage as she circled the fighters beneath her, she could feel the creature's hunger, no their hunger.

A violent screech pierced the air and the large bird dove, she had chosen her target, a broad shouldered Rattataki female who had decided that skimpy armour offered so much protection. Talons emerged, and the gladiator was caught by surprise. A scream. Drops of red on the sand. Thinning out the herd. Not to mention that it was jolly great fun.

A blind gladiator would never last.

“Come to me my pet.”

She was pulled suddenly and unpleasantly out of the mind of the bird and back into the realities of the chamber. Returning to her own mind with a gasp, Evelynn found that beads of sweat had developed upon her forehead. It took a lot of stamina to achieve the lofty heights of this true bond, even with Merisi, a creature that she was so familiar with.

Deciding not to leave Nemene waiting the mute departed from her chambers swiftly, the very core of her being still aching from the time spent as one with her creature. It didn't take very long to find her sister, seeing as the woman was actively looking for her. They met in one of the countless halls, surrounded by rich décor and priceless artwork. There was an almost overwhelming fragrance of coconut, it caused the girl to raise a single eyebrow.

What do you require of me, Sister?

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She smiled when she found Evelynn, a look of delight on her face. She walked up to her sister with a stride filled with confidence, love and...almost devotion pouring through the bond with a feeling of absolute burning desire.

Nemene stepped up to her sister and immediately wove her thin fingers into Evelynns hair. She allowed soft blond locks of hair to intertwine between her fingers, almost playing cats cradle with the thin yellow strands. She smiled, warmth in her eyes for once. Her voice was sultry, hot and passionate as she spoke to Evelynn, almost a whisper. “I have need, my pet.”

Suddenly as she finished speaking she crushed her hand closed, trapping a thick bunch of Evelynns hair in her fist and pulling it tight. She thrust her fist back and made a twisting jerk on Evelynns heads, spinning her around and pulling her in such a manner that her head was jerked back and her ear was right next to Nemenes mouth, both of them facing a statue of Nemene's late father, though she obviously payed no attention to her.

“And my needs must be met.” The words were spoken with an assurance fit for the Queen she was, and an arm snaked its way around Evelynns front and up to her chest.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Before Nemene even spoke the girl knew what was to come. Those feelings of affection, as if anybody but the pair of them would call it that. It was her sister's want that burned through the brightest, and what Nemene wants, Nemene gets.

A coy smile slipped upon the blonde girl's face as the other woman played with her hair. Of course, this was idle play, something that would occur between most lovers across the wide expanse of the galaxy. Light frolic. That's fine, but it wasn't quite Evelynn's cup of tea, she drank it hot and with a twist.

There it was.

One could imagine, that if any whispers escaped their palace it would be said that the mute girl was completely and utterly abused to no end, and that she was in dire need of rescue. Of course, the latter part of that accusation was false. There was no need for a hero, the twisted little sister enjoyed their little encounters, perhaps too much. Her silent nature made those around them assume that she such a tragic little doll. Tricksy tricksy.

Evelynn stared straight into the eyes of the statue, as if Moridin could see the depraved acts that would unfold before him, a feral grin spreading upon the girl's face.

I want to bleed.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene let out a soft sultry chuckle, her voice echoing within the hall and carrying throughout the palace. Every slave in the place would know what was about to happen, they would hide, they would scurry away likes roaches, they knew, and they would do as they had been trained to do.

“For you my dear...” Her hands slid up Evelynn's body, lacquered nails tracing across her ribs, onto her breasts, through her cleavage and then eventually to her throat. There Nemene dug her nail into the girls throat, sharp purple stabbing into her throat and drawing across Evelynns neck. Blood dripped immediately from the wound, not deep, but enough to spill forth quite a bit of the red liquid.

It quickly poured down the bodice of her dress, ruining soft blue silks in an instant. “An Ocean.”

Nemene let out another chuckle, her voice echoing loudly.

-IMPLIED SADOMASOCHISTIC SEX GOES HERE-​

 

[Louise]

There was a shiver of delight, caused by the very sensation of Nemene's nails lightly trailing against her skin. It sent pins and needles shooting pleasurably through the back of her head. Then the next touch was not so light, drawing a considerable amount of blood for a simple nail wound. The girl gasped, lower jaw shuddering slightly.

Kark the silks.

She turned her head slightly, nuzzling into her Sister's neck as rivulets of blood tricked down her front. By the Gods of Moross, she smelt so good. Was this fragrance meant to please her? At any rate it did, flowing both through her nostrils and her mind, but how did it taste?

A tongue lashed out, slowly gliding over Nemene's neck and ending in a petite kiss.

SUCH FADE. VERY BLACK. MUCH PARENTAL GUIDANCE.

With no more details spared the scene opened once again some time later, this time in Evelynn's chambers where both woman eventually ended up during their little venture. As one would enjoy a cigarette after their passions the Silent Sister stood out upon her balcony feeling the glorious sensation of cool wind upon her face body, although it did not seem to cool her heat. Naturally she was lacking any and all forms of clothing, with only the copious amount of dried and flaking blood upon her skin granting any modesty.

After a couple of minutes of peace and reflection she returned to the room, where Nemene remained.

I'm departing for Panatha tonight, Nemene, I have a few affairs to tend to. If her Sister had it her way it was likely that Evelynn would not ever be permitted to leave Rattatak but fortunately Evelynn did retain some control over her own life. She sat upon the edge of her bed, and frowned slightly before looking over to Nemene.

I shall take some of our slaves with me, I believe it is Slade Zambrano's intention to have me poisoned, the little cretin.

Not the most romantic pillow telepathy.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

While Evelynn had chosen to leave the bed in her post coital relaxation Nemene had elected to stay in bed. Her bed was large and oval shaped, with only a sheet to cover it and what seemed to be hundreds of pillows. Nemene had sprawled herself across the bed, stretching her arms out across the pillows and almost touching the edge of the bed. She smiled slightly, a sultry smile when Evelynn returned, gazing upon what was hers.

She let out a sigh when Evelynn mentioned Panatha, though strangely she remained devoid of the usual spike of jealousy and annoyance she felt when her sister mentioned the planet and its residence. Instead she simply looked at Evelynn, and reached out with her hand.

Once again the Queen of Rattatak began to play with her sisters hair, intertwining her fingers in her blonde locks.

“I wish you would let me kill the little urchin.” Suddenly her fist closed tightly in the hair again and she pulled Evelynn back towards her, placing the womans head softly upon her bosom, and holding her in place with a tight fist in her hair. “Or at least maim him.”

She pondered for a few minutes, as if thinking of a simple trick that she could do to outright rid the galaxy of the little poodoostain that was Slade...and the rest of the Zambrano's. Nemene of course knew all about them, Evleynn kept nothing from her...though not by choice.

“They are beneath you, Evelynn.” With light almost dancing fingers Nemene began to trace along Evelynn's body, carving slow narrow groves into her skin all the way from her neck down to her legs.

There she stopped, her hand settling within Evelynn's inner thigh. Suddenly she dug her nails into her sister's leg, drawing blood and carving four deep slashes in place.

“All of them.” She spoke the words and thought them, planting a deep kiss on Evelynn's lips, as if she was staking her claim.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

That would cause far too many...complications.

It wasn't that Evelynn had no desire to slay the boy herself, it's just that the wrath of Kaine that would no doubt follow was definitely not worth the satisfaction that murder would bring. In a galaxy full of half-hearted villains and so-called righteous Jedi it really did benefit darksiders to cooperate with each other.

Pulled back into her sister's grasp, the girl lay there staring at the ceiling. The absence of the usual discontent within Nemene surprised her ever-so-slightly, not that it was a bad thing, in fact it was the very opposite. Perhaps she was finally getting used to the fact that Evelynn was her own person, with her own desires and plans out in this great galaxy.

Perhaps we can have him slightly maimed.

The mute smiled as there were more of those deft touches that she so adored. Look at that, Nemene Talith wasn't all take take take, let's take a moment to appreciate this moment. Ah. There it is. The nails came back with a vengeance, and more blood was shed, a small gasp came from the girl who hadn't quite expected those piercing digits.

Through the locking of lips small droplets of red trickled down the girl's thigh and onto the bed, swiftly being absorbed into the fabric beneath them. I wouldn't fancy being the slave that had to wash her sheets. Heavy blood stains are something of a nightmare.

My, you are in a good mood today.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

She leaned down and gave Evelynn another soft Kiss, their lips touching for only a split second before she allowed her bloodied nails to slip from Evelynns thigh and back up her body. Her nail traced across her throat for only a second, leaving a small trail of blood, reminiscent of their first meeting.

“Perhaps I am pleased with the Sirens, or perhaps it is the state of Rattatak.” The world was coming along quite nicely. Trade established between three new worlds, money pouring in from the Cauldron and the other gladiator pits, firegems and Alum coming from the mines in droves. That was not to mention the Sirens, their new personal bodyguards. That of course was not at all why Nemene was so pleased, no, she had something else on her mind.

Finally with one last kiss Nemene let go of Evelynn's hair, using the now free hand to push Evelynn off the bed and away from her, as if she suddenly had a change of mood.

Though through the bond it was easy to tell that wasn't true. “Off with you now. You wouldn't want to keep the Zambrano's waiting.”

Her voice was filled with a heavy amount of sarcasm. She let blood from her fingers drip onto her bare chest for a second before flicking her tongue out and licking the crimson from her nails, keeping eye contact with Evelynn as she did so.

A coy smile crossed her face. “And don't forget your collar.”
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Those were perfectly valid reasons for Nemene's near-pleasant status. Things really were starting to look up after the entire ordeal of being arrested and interrogated by the Jedi, although the less said about that one the better.

Upon finally being released and even pushed away, Evelynn, once more standing turned to look at Nemene with a dubious smirk upon her face. Blood and collars. Naturally, this was the norm upon Rattatak, how symbolic that the relationship between the two Queens echoed the submission and brutality of the Cauldron, almost as if the planet had been made for them.

How could I forget? She responded with the appropriate amount of cheek. The girl turned to leave, but stopped half way through her turn, a moment of light-headedness occurred, a slight stumble but she caught herself quickly. One blink, two and the sensation passed, leaving her to finally remark.

Perhaps less blood-letting next time.

---

There was nothing of interest to note here. Panatha came, and Panatha went. Kaine was dark and brooding, Slade called her a whore and a few other raven-headed bastards lurked throughout the castle. She was losing count of them at this stage.

Actually, I lied, there was something to note:

Evelynn caught the flu. Poor baby.

---

Upon her return to Rattatak and their palace a few days later, the girl clearly looked run-down, with some lovely dark circles underneath those eyes to mark a distinct lack of sleep. Of course, Evelynn was tired, I mean she wanted nothing more than to sleep but a lovely little fever had seen to a few restless nights.

However, sometimes there was just no escaping the average pains of being mortal. Somewhere out there there's a Jedi Master nursing a cold, the Mandalore could have hay fever and Evelynn had the flu.

She did not go to greet her sister.

Rest was more important.

Shuffling through those decadent halls the Silent Sister soon found herself back in her own chambers, with her own bed, which she promptly crawled into. Oh yes, the girl could take atrocious amounts of physical pain, but throw a bit of pestilence her way and she crumbles. Typical.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene of course had heard about her sisters return, nothing happened on Rattatak without her knowing, especially in the palace. She had also heard from the slaves that returned with her sister about the illness that had befallen her.

When the news hit her ears Nemene had smiled slightly, though there had been a complete stillness of emotion from her side of the bond ever since Evelynn had left for Panatha, she was getting better at that, controlling those little twinges of feeling. It would be tantamount if all of this were to work, if she were to keep this hidden from her sister.

It was several hours after Evelynn had returned that Nemene finally went to see her sister, not wanting to seem like the visit was too urgent.

The Queen of Rattatak swept into her sisters room with all the grace that she could muster, sweeping the double doors open and gliding towards the bed in almost an instant. A pang of sympathy ran through her, though it was overshadowed by pure annoyance. Clearly Evelynn had ruined some of her plans by becoming sing, yes, that was it. “Oh Evelynn, why must you do this to yourself. Honestly.”

She chided quite loudly as she looked down at her ailing sister, clearly unconcerned by the sickness brewing within her sister, and even blaming her for catching something.

 

[Louise]

There was a few hours of peace, and perhaps even of sleep.

It was only perhaps because quite frankly she was unsure if she had actually gotten any sleep with her time in bed spent tossing and turning, shivering and sweating. The bedsheets and the pillows would stick to her skin uncomfortably as she seemed to flip them over countless times.

Between that and the fatigue that clouded her mind, Evelynn really couldn't tell you, if she had or had not gotten any sleep.

Nemene finally came, flowing into the woman's room with far too much flare and energy and in her state of impairment the girl groaned, thankfully with absolutely no sound coming out. Although there was no masking her feelings, and in that moment in time, the last thing the mute wanted to do was interact with her Sister.

I did not plan this, Sister. Do not chide me for circumstances well out of my control.

Her telepathic voice was harsh and most definitely not amused, with that frosty signature of hers noticeably weaker than usual. The form beneath the covers rustled slightly.

Unless, of course you've managed to come up with the cure for the common flu.

Ooh, grouchy.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“I did. Long ago.” Nemene said almost too deadpan in response to her sister. If Evelynn was going to be snarky then Nemene would be snarky right back.

With an audible Sigh, as if doing anything was a strain too much to handle Nemene walked over to the bed. She sat herself down on the edge of it, her skirts rustling slightly as she stretched herself to reach her sister. She gently undid the necklace around Evelynn's neck, taking the small silver collar like circlet and placing it on the bedisde table. Then she proceeded to strip Evelynn of her clothes, with a neat sort of order, tossing the garments onto the ground where Slaves quickly picked them up.

After Evelynn was undressed and suitably comfortable The Queen of Rattatak placed a palm on her sisters forehead, frowning slightly as soon as her cold hand touched overly hot skin.

Nemene could only use the force in certain ways. She could conjure lightning, she could forge tiny strands of Force Desctruction, she could heal and she could use the force to 'probe' ones body to find wounds an ailments, though doing so with illness was rather difficult. However when she stretched the force through Evelynn, she found something that was decidedly not the flu, something she of course knew would be there.

Concern spike through the bond as she touched Evelynn's forehead, though her face remained neutral.

“When did this start?” She spoke quickly, like a mother urging on a child. “I mean exactly when.”

There was an urging in her voice, a command.

 

[Louise]

Oh gosh, make way for Nurse Nemene.

Quite possibly the profession that suited her the least. Of course, who was Evelynn to object? Here she was, showing her that she cared. We'll give Nurse Nemene a chance, shall we?

The Silent Sister remained limp as she was undressed, feeling a slight sense of relief as the ever-so-tight collar was removed. In that moment the girl couldn't help but feel like some kind of doll. Dress me up, dress me down, take my temperature, the limited edition Silent Girl edition. Hey now, they can fetch up to eight hundred credits on the Holonet I'll have you know.

When? Nemene...I don't...

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to think back to when her symptoms actually began to show. The girl hadn't been keeping track, colds and flues were such non-issues in the grand scheme of things that she hadn't really noticed when exactly it sprung up but she had a general idea.

Finally those grey orbs emerged once again, still encircled by lack of sleep. Her sister was actually concerned and the mute didn't like that one bit.

Panatha, I woke up on the second day and I just felt awful. Why is that so important? It's just the flu, right?

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

Nemene looked Evelynn in the eye for a second, sun orange orbs meeting cold gray. Then a blink and a turn of the head had Nemene's face turning away from her and towards one of the slaves. She screeched at the woman to retrieve cold water and towels, along with some other unintelligible words.

“I'm afraid not my pet.” She sounded consoling and concerned, though not truly desperate. They were strange noises coming from the mouth of Nemene, almost entirely foreign. Her hand was removed from Evelynn's forehead, gliding down her cheek stopping there to softly and gently stroke it with her thumb. She smiled a warm placid smile, though through the bond came worry and a hint of...panic? No, that was impossible.

The Slave returned almost immediately, and Nemene took one of the washcloths and set it into the cold water, wringing it out and then placing it on Evelynn's forehead.

She frowned slightly and then used the force to delve through Evelynn once again, perplexity growing on her face. “I...I don't....”

Now she truly did sound desperate.

“It's not something I've ever seen before." If Nemene could cry, this would've been the perfect time to shed tears. She stopped for a moment, a sort of panic setting into her as if she didn't quite know what to do with herself.

Nemene had training from the best doctors in the galaxy. She had two degree's, had read thousands upon thousands of books, had examined and healed hundreds of people of ailments of all sorts, and yet this thing that Plague Evelynn, this disease or poison, she did not know it...or she feigned it so. Her eyes grew into desperation, pupils growing into large saucers. "Evelynn....i don't know whats wrong with you."

That in it of itself should have been terrifying.

 

[Louise]

Her eyebrows furrowed, it wasn't the flu?

A chill ran through the girl, but the discomfort of that symptom was pushed aside to make way for a much more alarming detail. Nemene was worried. There had been moments in their relationship, caught at the height of lust and passion when Evelynn was sure she would not survive, there had been no worry then, so why now? What could be so serious...

Nemene?

With the wash cloth on her forehead the mute sat up slightly, that same panic now transferring ever to her own features. No. No. It was just a flu. It had to be.

Nemene, you're scaring me.

These were not emotions that her sister felt, which could only mean one thing. Something was very seriously wrong. Through the bond and due to the fact that she apparently had some mysterious affliction panic set in, hard. The girl's heart began to beat violently against her chest, and those slate eyes were left wide and frightened.

There...there must be something we can do! The blonde girl stared directly into her sister's orange eyes, with desperation. Nemene, I need you, please. We have to find out what this is.

...and the Oscar for best actress goes to...

 

[Lira Dajenn]

“I...I...I...” For the first time in her life Nemene stuttered, surprising even herself. It seemed that the false panic she had sent through to Evelynn had now genuinely gripped the girl, and that genuine emotion rebounded back onto Nemene and turned her emotions into real things, thus helping her sell her lie. If this had been any other situation she would have laughed at that, but right now she was far too focused on the task at hand.

She stumbled and fumbled over her words, unsure of what to say and do. She looked from her sister to one of her slaves, then back at Evelynn. Without even a second thought she sprung up and grabbed the lanky slave girl by the throat.

Nemene gripped into the woman, digging her claws into her throat and draining her with the force. With the other hand she touched Evelynn, transferring the power between the two women and giving Evelynn the slaves meager strength. It wouldn't work of course, the poison was still coursing through Evelynn's blood, and it would for weeks to come, there was no changing that. This would only be a temporary reprieve at best, Nemene knew that, but she would feign surprise when Evelynn still felt sick beneath her relief.

As soon as the slave became a lifeless husk Nemene tossed the corpse from the bed, the girl half turning to dust when she hit the marble stone.

“Did...did it work?” She seemed desperate, the true panic that had touched her through the bond mixing almost too perfectly with her voice.

 

[Louise]

Did Nemene Talith just stutter?!

There had been a part of the girl that was still sceptical, that was convinced that this ailment really just was the flu and that her Sister was either just wrong or messing around with her. Well that train of thought vanished completely upon hearing her usually confident bond sister stutter. This was serious, Evelynn had never seen her be this way, and it horrified her to no end, although there was no doubt she was more horrified that it was this mysterious ailment that was causing Nemene to act so out of character.

So naturally we resort to slaughtering the slaves.

It helped. Somewhat. The slave's own meagre life force managing to blow away some of the fog that enshrouded her mind. Although it was no cure, which was quite worrying given that the sacrifice of life wasn't enough to eradicate whatever it was that was now plaguing her.

Only a little, came her clearly frightened response. While it had perked her up slightly the illness was still most definitely there. The girl's rate of breathing quickened as she bought further into the lie. What if it gets worse, Nemene? What...what if...?

Death.

With the new-found small amount of energy she had received the girl swung her aching legs out of the bed and stood up, of course, going from prone to standing all too quickly caused the girl a touch of dizziness and she stumbled slightly, having to place a hand upon Nemene's shoulder for balance.

We need to go. We need to find a healer or a shaman or...or...something, anything.

@[member="Nemene Talith"]

 

[Lira Dajenn]

At that point if Nemene had not been so distressed she might have been insulted by Evelynns words. She was one of the greatest healers in the entire galaxy, excepting some Jedi perhaps. At this point however Nemene could no longer think coherently. The powerful emotions from Evelynn were simply overwhelming her, taking over her in full and she became slightly...irrational.

“There...There isn't anyone who could help.” Her words were a desperate cry, more of a wail really than anything else. The Jedi would not help Evelynn, and no Sith was as fine a healer as Nemene was, that much she knew because Moridin had told her.

As soon as Evelynn touched her shoulder she reached up form her position on the bed and touched her sisters naked form. Despite the infusion of darkside energy Evelynn was still hot to the touch. Nemene let her hands run over her sisters naked body, feeling it as if trying to find some magical reset button that would make everything okay

Tears welled up in her eyes, actual tears.

“I will not let you die.” Her words were a whisper, barely audible. “I promise.”

And she would not. Evelynn would not die, but she would be trapped. She would stay on Rattatak with Nemene, forever.
@[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

There has to be!

The girl took both of her hands and ran them through her own hair, her nails scraping harshly across her scalp. Caught in an emotional storm of dread, anxiety and flat-out fear. If there was nobody who could help, what would become of her? What would be waiting further down the road? Would she become frail? Infirm? Helpless?

What then?

Oh yes, Nemene was full of love and concern for her now but what of later? When her own needs could not be met by her sickly sister, what then?

What of death?

Sure, her watery-eyed sister could promise as much as she wanted but how could they know? How could they stop death if he was coming? With an edge of determination emerging from within the fear and despair the girl began to leave her chambers.

I'm going to the library, I'm going to find out what this is and how we can fix it.

---

However, those pursuits were fruitless. The girl spent days, buried within tomes and datapads. Her research started off pretty sane, diving in at the medical journal area of expertise and swimming around in that pool of knowledge. There was gleaming moments of false hope in which the girl thought she had found something, but of course that's all it was, hope.

Thankfully Nemene was there to ensure that she ate, because in her feverish state of mind there was a very high chance that she would have forgotten otherwise.

When the ancient accounts of tribes and curses came out to play it was evident that complete desperation loomed.

Up to this point in time Evelynn had been attempting to live her life normally, opting to avoid wasting away in a bed. Her level of fatigue was astounding but her grit and determination to cure whatever it was that plagued her was greater. So she would shuffle from her room to the library and then from there to her bestiary, where the creatures that lurked within could sense the weight of pestilence upon her chest.

However that could not be kept up forever, and on one occasion when moving from room to room the disease took a stronger grip. A bout of dizziness lead to a stumble, which became a fall as the sickly creature fainted in one of the grand hallways.