L O S T
It had been so long since the forge had called to her.
Now, aboard the Judgement once again, she could not help but venture down to the workshop she had created in another life. It was as though the bellows breathed life into her as well as the furnace, and for a moment she stood there with her eyes closed.
The smallest of smiles twitched at her lips, this was what home felt like, what it smelt like, to the small Umbaran woman. With a heavy clunk the blast door shut her in, locking behind the Lady in White. As she approached the forge her eyes opened and she cast her gaze about the untouched tools of her trade.
Even in her death, it seemed as though the Phoenix had respected his Queen and her few possessions. Clearly he understood better than most how much she cherished her time at the forge. Everything was as she had left it, and even some of her more precious materials remained in their storage crates - unused, untampered with.
Reaching into her robes the woman pulled out a thin vial of blood, which she had extracted from the Phoenix -- Thyrian, he had corrected -- after his fist fight with an Officer. The blood would still be good for a little while now, but she didn't want to risk it losing its potency. No, she had to act fast if she wanted this experiment to work.
Now, aboard the Judgement once again, she could not help but venture down to the workshop she had created in another life. It was as though the bellows breathed life into her as well as the furnace, and for a moment she stood there with her eyes closed.
The smallest of smiles twitched at her lips, this was what home felt like, what it smelt like, to the small Umbaran woman. With a heavy clunk the blast door shut her in, locking behind the Lady in White. As she approached the forge her eyes opened and she cast her gaze about the untouched tools of her trade.
Even in her death, it seemed as though the Phoenix had respected his Queen and her few possessions. Clearly he understood better than most how much she cherished her time at the forge. Everything was as she had left it, and even some of her more precious materials remained in their storage crates - unused, untampered with.
Reaching into her robes the woman pulled out a thin vial of blood, which she had extracted from the Phoenix -- Thyrian, he had corrected -- after his fist fight with an Officer. The blood would still be good for a little while now, but she didn't want to risk it losing its potency. No, she had to act fast if she wanted this experiment to work.