Gate of Memoirs/Sacrifice (Red Moon Rising)

There are never easy decisions to make when it comes to matters of the heart.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Ghost"	Music: "Ghost"
 	
*Baelfyr: Haah... Haah...
 	
*Baelfyr: Sidonie, are you all right?!
 	
*Baelfyr rushes to the changeling's side, deftly bandaging the weeping wound.
*Something dark seemed to mix with Sidonie's blood—a vile, purplish, sizzling fluid.
 	
*Sidonie: That stings...
*Sidonie: I think it's poison.
 	
*Baelfyr: I've got antivenom... I don't know if it works on this particular kind, but it's worth a try.
*Baelfyr: Here, I'll prop you up.
 	
*Sidonie gulps down the bitter concoction, her face scrunching up at the taste.
 	
*Sidonie: I don't think we can go much further for today...
*Sidonie: Hope this clears up by tomorrow.
 	
*Baelfyr: Yeah. Let's find someplace to hunker down for the night.
Portrait 	Dialogue
Music: "Where it Rains"	Music: "Where it Rains"
 	
*Baelfyr: ...There, that should do it.
 	
*The bonfire crackles quietly, casting a faint orange glow against the frigid walls of the icy cave.
*The fire reaches Sidonie's eyes, and momentarily Baelfyr recalls the blinding flash of fire the changeling had called forth earlier.
*Such a brilliant burst of brightness... Almost like a divine light.
 	
*Baelfyr: That...trick you pulled just now, the one that saved us.
*Baelfyr: What was it?
 	
*Sidonie: I'm not sure myself, but it seems to me that Fae are capable of it.
*Sidonie: Some more than others, of course.
*Sidonie: It's latent, I think—this "Faefire".
*Sidonie raises a hand, and on the tip of her finger, a brief spark jolts into flickering life.
 	
*Sidonie: ...I just know that it doesn't feel good using this.
*Sidonie: Almost like...like I'm burning my own life away.
 	
*Sidonie: In Eastern magics, the one I grew up with—it is "life essence." It would make sense, wouldn't it?
 	
*Baelfyr: You grew up with Eastern mystics?
 	
*Sidonie: Yeah. My mother gave me away to an apothecary. "Fae-child", "scandal" and all that.
 	
*Sidonie: Hah. I wonder what she'd say if she knew how I ended up.
 	
*Baelfyr: Heh...
 	
*Baelfyr: You should rest up. We've got quite a ways to go, still...
 	
*Baelfyr puts a warm hand to Sidonie's forehead, and finding no temperature out of the ordinary, gives her a soft smile.
 	
*Sidonie: I feel all right. But yeah, it's been a long day.
*Sidonie: I hope the wound doesn't get worse. Or I'll have to forage for herbs in this biting weather.
 	
*Baelfyr: Maybe the Fae will see one of their own and come running.
 	
*Sidonie: Very funny. If only it were that easy.
*Sidonie: ...G'night, Bael. Sleep tight.
 	
*Baelfyr continues staring into the sputtering flames, looking up only when a swirl of shadow manifests into the greatcoat of his grandsire.
Music: "Devil's Heart" 	Music: "Devil's Heart"
 	
*Leopold: You are a long way from home, little wolf.
*Leopold: With an interesting companion, too.
 	
*Baelfyr: That was no ordinary fire magic.
*Baelfyr: The way it burned the Voidborn, melting their corruption into ash and dust...
*Baelfyr: It's divine retribution. It's the ire of a god!
 	
*Baelfyr: Life, itself... A god...
*Baelfyr: No...I don't know. I don't know what this means.
 	
*Leopold: You willingly travelled this far to seek council with entities who have not welcomed a human in centuries.
 	
*Leopold: I'd say you were plenty foolish, but it is something every leader must do to earn his place.
 	
*Baelfyr: ...Purging the Voidborn is merely secondary. Important, yes, but hardly my true objective.
*Baelfyr: Once the people have rallied behind me... Have learned to love me...
 	
*Baelfyr: There will be nothing standing between those traitorous royals and me.
*Baelfyr: The ones who burned you, and our House...
*Baelfyr: Vengeance a century late, to wipe their sins off the face of this wretched world!
*Baelfyr: With such a power, I... I could...
 	
*Leopold's eyes glow faintly in the dark, watching the darkness on his grandson's face.
 	
*Leopold: And how do you intend to harness such a power?
 	
*Baelfyr's gaze flicks to the sleeping form of Sidonie, her slender body outlined in dying amber hues.
*Baelfyr: ... ...
 	
*Leopold: Choose wisely, for the path of vengeance is a long and lonely one.
 	
*With a whip of his coat, the old patriarch disappears into the brumy night, leaving Baelfyr alone with his thoughts.