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Sylvan Sherwood · Journeyman Joined: 14 Nov 2008 Posts: 107

She woke slowly, silently urged out of sleep by the sensation of her hair being touched.

Sylvan mumbled, lost in the space between sleeping and waking, then opened her eyes. Arahim was looking down at her, smiling kindly as he tended to do. But there was something behind his smile that jolted Sylvan into sudden wakefulness. Fumbling with the bedclothes, she sat up, silently urging the man to explain what was wrong, but afraid to verbalize her worry.

Long moments passed, then the truth came forward. Sanctus and Umbra had battled in Britain while she slept, safe in the quiet of their bed. It was something very much like this that both feared but never spoke of. Certain truths always became self evident, after all.

Quiet conversation ensued, and the young man turned away from her. His soft words rang in her head.

"Leave them, Syl."

Arahim · Posted: Fri Jun 19, 2009 9:07 am Post subject:

By nature, Arahim had always been quiet. There was a greater part of him that had always believed the furthest corners of his thought meant very little to anyone. That the words and strange pictures that smudged logic and lucidity only meant sense to him, and could not be put into simple vernacular.

He had been proven incorrect in this very few times.

Sylvan confounded his idea that no one understood him more times than he could count.

"Leave them, Syl."

He had regretted the words as immediatedly as he had uttered them. He had no right to define her life, and no desire to change who she was, or where she came from.

More importantly, he had always seen Sylvan as an equal partner in everything that touched him. Be it small or large, he just knew they stood on even ground together, and that their love made them far greater than either one could ever be if they stood as a lone individual.

Silently, and somewhat abashed, he heard her simple answer without looking at her.

The answer surprised him...but he had other questions.

Sylvan Sherwood · Journeyman Joined: 14 Nov 2008 Posts: 107

"Come with me. I want you as a witness, Arahim," came her reply. Fingers on his shoulder, Sylvan tugged at Arahim to turn and face her.

For a short while, quiet conversation ensued. Sylvan listed her reasons for agreeing with his words; the most important reason was concern for the slumbering life within her. Though neither said so aloud, it is perhaps possible that the pair felt that neither city was fully safe for them. Possible places to spend their time were discussed, along with the pros and cons of those ideas.

The hour was growing late. It was likely that the dark city was coming to life in its own fashion. The inevitable could not be postponed; it was a matter of now or never.

It was decided they would meet at the Umbran moongate, and walk to the Sepulcher from there and face whatever was to come.

Ceinwyn ab'Arawn · Transcendent Spammer Joined: 13 Dec 2004 Posts: 5017

She'd known it was coming the moment she'd learned the news that yet another of her warriors had fallen for someone beyond their borders. How often had she witnessed Umbran pairing with the Protectorate or the Cabal? Then to go and cast aside a vow of loyalty in favor of their heart's desire. It should have turned her stomach, and yet the Matriarch found herself glad to be rid of yet another setback. Another weakness. Another possible point of attack.

An Umbran falling for a Sanctan. The idea disgusted her, yet perhaps for all of Sylvan's claims of growing up in Umbra, she was simply not one of them deep down. She had grown here, in this darkest of cities since Caina, under the shadow of the Ebon Skull and had remained light at heart. She had no stomach for the truth of this countryside.

Of course she gave them leave to go. Go on, then. Be off. Let Sylvan call herself still Umbran if it helped her to sleep at night. Void knows the woman had enough other issues to contend with, such as the seed of Umbra's enemy growing in her belly. Idly, Ceinwyn wondered how long it would be before the child of Arahim would take up weapon against Umbra. They were concerned for their child. It was touching, her stomach revolted. If the child wasn't strong enough to survive, it simply wouldn't and that was that.

No, they wouldn't waste their energy or time hunting down this latest defector. They had bigger fish to fry, and in the scheme of things this couple's relationship was so far at the bottom of ladder, Ceinwyn believed it wouldn't become an issue unless Arahim took the Sanctan throne.

But hey, anything was possible.