Thread: Eldritch Prophecies ::Haru - Rhu::

Rahm had been led through the streets, almost paraded really, the royal contingent flanking him. If things had been different it might have been a funeral march. Led to the gallows or the stake. As it was it almost made Rahm physically ill to stick with the story he had devised. There was nothing to be done about it though. However, unknown to Rahm, there was one man that had heard of this Lythari elf and did not believe him. Advisor Shaw had been with the King since the very beginning, had been there when the Lythari were discovered. Knew that there had been a traitor, assuredly, but that this Lythari could not be him. Shaw had seen that Lythari's throat cut and watched the elf's blood seep into the forest floor. Anyone that would betray his own people so readily would surely betray Varret, and Shaw would not abide such a thing. The advisor was curious though, and willing to let this all play out. Rahm had been brought to the castle, the fortified abode quite impressive, but entirely not to Rahm's liking. He was meant to be out in the world, close to nature, and the hewn stone walls were confining. Whispers followed Rahm's procession and he was led to the area where the stage had been constructed. King Varret stood and welcomed Rahm with open arms, though the elf almost retched. Managing to keep his last meal in his stomach Rahm knew he had to bide his time, and graciously had taken his seat next to the King as his honored guest. The opening of the play had been quite something, though a nudge from Varret himself brought Rahm's full focus to the stage where an unearthly beauty began to dance. The sight of the movements reached back into the recesses of Rahm's memory and the Lythari recognized them. The Lythari mating dance, and he felt something stir within him, and he sat, gaze intent on the female as their eyes met across that span. Deep in his heart Rahm dared to hope, and though he could not be sure it was her, the possibility that it was not his sister was astronomical, for no other elf would know that dance. Sister or not she was Lythari, and Rahm knew he had to meet her. The ending of such a dance did not call for applause, though the humans in attendance sullied it with such an act, though Rahm merely bowed his head in deference of the nature of the dance. Knowing that he had to find a way to meet that woman, Rahm held tight to his patience. Shaw was not happy in the least, and though Varret had been displeased, Shaw moved to the back to give instruction to the Lythari. With a hiss of pain Shaw jerked his hand away from the witch's flesh, eyes narrowed dangerously. Watch yourself elf. he spat, and departed. Meanwhile, Rahm felt a pull, and he knew that his sister was close. She was his twin, and the more he thought about it, the more he was confident he had just laid eyes on his sister for the first time in years. Time had changed her, changed them both really, and yet this feeling had settled in his soul. As soon as she had left the stage the advisor had silently stood and departed as well. Rahm remembered the man, though he had also aged a bit. The talk between the King and the advisor had been quiet and yet Rahm's keen elven ears had picked up much of it, and he realized that the dancer was to be punished. Turning to the King he said quietly, If you would permit me Your Majesty, I would very much like to meet the dancer you just had upon the stage. he said. Varret turned to him and gave a curt nod. I understand. She is being reprimanded for her actions and will not be attending the feast tonight, but you will be allowed to see her upon the morrow. the King stated, comfortable that his word was Law, especially in his own home. Rahm bowed his head in acceptance, knowing that he had to accept that answer and that arguing would benefit nobody. Soon it was time for the feast and Rahm, along with the King's entourage, was taken to a huge dining area, where the food was all prepared and the evening settled into carousing and general merriment. Rahm would normally have slipped away and tried to find his sister, but all eyes were on him, and he was kept busy greeting the other guests of the King, all of them quite keen on seeing a live Lythari elf, most unaware that the woman who had danced for them was one as well. Careful with his intake of wine and other spirits, Rahm remained sober as the evening wore on while many of the other guests would succumb to the alcohol. Though he was quite full, and had to admit that the revelry was a bit nice and took some getting used to, Rahm's mind strayed to the elf on the stage, trying to envision her in his mind's eye, and he still felt that inexorable pull. As the merry-making began to dwindle, many of the guests wandering off to their room, some passing out in the dining hall, and yet a few deciding that the room was suitable enough to partake in some carnal pleasures, Rahm managed to slip away. The King had retired, trusting his guests, and Rahm slipped silently along the corridors, following the pull upon his spirit. Highly trained he was able to obfuscate his path, staying out of sight, and it was not long before he stood outside a particular door. A door that seemed to be the only barrier between himself and whatever was tugging at him. Though locked, the door locked from the outside, meant to keep something in, not out. Unlocking the door Rahm opened it, slipping inside and looking around. There, just feet away from him, was the divine elf that he had looked for for so many years. His sister. Star? he asked softly, using the nickname he'd had for her all those years ago.