Post by Rumina on Jun 22, 2009 12:03:14 GMT -5
Rumina appeared in the main chamber of Tayr al Ramad, crumbling on the floor as soon as the mists disappeared from around her, clutching the red pendant at her neck like a lifeline.
"Damn it." she cursed, trying to breath slowly and deeply, desperate to keep the sharp pain burning in her lungs under control. She was going to torture Dim-Dim, slowly and painfully, as soon as he was out of his wards... it was his fault if the curse backfired on her and spared the peasant witch. His fault if using magic for a long time was still as painful and difficult as she was a peasant witch herself, and not the powerful daughter of the great Turok. At least her energies were coming back quickly now.
Rumina slapped away the hands of the slave siding her, pressing her hands on the cold marble before forcing herself up, giddiness quickly coming over. She almost fainted on the cushions set not very far away, Cicero quickly joining her.
"Mommy is tired, Cicero." she whispered, still clinging on the red pendant. Maybe she should have waited for Scratch, before coming back. Or at least, she should have waited for her father. She glanced at Cicero, tiredness taking over while the weather outside seemed to improve slowly, stains of blue now appearing between the clouds on Tayr Al Ramad.
"You'll die, Dim-Dim, I promise." she muttered closing her eyes, slipping into a restless slumber.
"Damn it." she cursed, trying to breath slowly and deeply, desperate to keep the sharp pain burning in her lungs under control. She was going to torture Dim-Dim, slowly and painfully, as soon as he was out of his wards... it was his fault if the curse backfired on her and spared the peasant witch. His fault if using magic for a long time was still as painful and difficult as she was a peasant witch herself, and not the powerful daughter of the great Turok. At least her energies were coming back quickly now.
Rumina slapped away the hands of the slave siding her, pressing her hands on the cold marble before forcing herself up, giddiness quickly coming over. She almost fainted on the cushions set not very far away, Cicero quickly joining her.
"Mommy is tired, Cicero." she whispered, still clinging on the red pendant. Maybe she should have waited for Scratch, before coming back. Or at least, she should have waited for her father. She glanced at Cicero, tiredness taking over while the weather outside seemed to improve slowly, stains of blue now appearing between the clouds on Tayr Al Ramad.
"You'll die, Dim-Dim, I promise." she muttered closing her eyes, slipping into a restless slumber.
