Lady Svi

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Hemlock: Her concentration slips, for a moment, and an oath in the language of her creation springs from her tongue. The air hisses and grow ice cold, and the ground shudders violently, until it comes to a stop.
She bites down hard on her lower lip, eyes flicking back to the sheet of parchment in front of her. A flick of her finger erases the misplaced stroke of ink. 
A few more minutes, and the page is complete. It joins the stack of other unreadable texts, transcribed from the delicate pages of age-old tomes. 
A pretense must be kept up.
She pushes the stack away, glancing briefly out the window to the cloud-covered sky. Rain soon. Perfect.
She shapes the raven, again, with a twirl of the finger. Its eyes look to her, questioning. She smiles softly, dangerously in reply, and then the bird is changing, changing to the shape of a boy. His pose suggests wings about to spread, his eyes hold a dark, mischievous light, and his hair is raven black.
"Wight," she says in a soft and yet somehow sharp voice, "you know what I will now command."
"Do I?" His smirk is challenging, taunting. "Do I really, Lady Svi?”
Her responding glare is ice cold, fiery and empty and sharp all at once. “I am your superior,” she hisses, a chorus of whispering voices joining hers. “You bow to me.”
He laughs, a sadistic, heartless laugh. “The vættr bows to the one cast from Valhalla, cut off by her sisters! Oh, oh the fates are so fair.”
Her anger is raging inside her, but her voice is cool again. “You are bound to me.”
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “Until I decide I am not.”
"Which will happen at Ragnarök, Wight." 
"Of course it will." He shapes himself into a pose of mock-subservience, but his eyes hold still their ever-mocking glint. "The fortress, then."
She nods curtly. “The dragons. And their trainers. Mere human puppets, held by a small fraction of the Warden’s power, no doubt. The beasts should serve. Bring them to me, and I will take them under my power.”
The boy gives an equally curt affirmative gesture and melts back into his bird form. He is gone in an instant, and when she glances out the window, there appears only a streak of black against the grey sky.
Category:Season 1
Category:Events
Category:Hemlock
Category:BOTGD