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Sitting before the fireplace in the Second Wind Inn wearing a gold dyed silk dress she drinks her flute of wine. Closing her eyes she sets the flute on the arm rest, having just taken a sip, and enjoys the taste on her tongue. After a few moments she swallows and opens her eyes looking into the fire, her right claw-like hand moves to her left and slowly starts running her finger tips over the back of it. As she carresses the small scales on her hand memories of what she has lost and gained because of her physical changes flits through her mind rapidly.
As her hand moves slowly down and hits the ring adorning her ring finger her thoughts turn to Discord, as the oft do, and her smile fades and sorrow replaces it. Letting out a long sigh she realizes that it is finally time to let go, and possibly move on, not hold on to the past as she has for so long. As she slips the ring off her finger the words that Discord used so long ago echo in her thoughts.
" It is a fairy bracelet but because we are so much larger then they, we wear it as a ring. Silver, will you marry me?"
A small tear falls down her cheek as the memory fades and she holds the ring up for the firelight to reflect off its surface. She admires the feel of the ring, not knowing what material it is made from, and the way light changes as she moves it. After a few moments she sets the ring in her lap and pulls out a jumble of gold and silver chains, varying in size and design, from a pouch on her belt. Of these she chooses a simple design of medium size and thickness, slowly and very carefully she untangles the chain from the rest not wanting to damage any of her precious necklaces. When she finally has it free she puts the rest back into the pouch they came from and takes the end of the chosen one and slips it through the eye of the ring. Slipping her hands under her hair she attaches the ends of the chain letting the ring fall down between her bust. Placing a hand on the ring's resting place she lets out a long sigh.
" I can wait for you, I have searched for so long, it is time for us both to move on. I will always love you, but my heart is no longer for you to claim."
The words, spoken barely above a whisper, are filled with sadness and loss for the one man she thought cared for her. She drains the last of the wine in her flute and stands up taking a deep breath before moving to the bar to speak with Jack the inn's proprietor.
"Can I have two bottles of your strongest drink, please?"
Without further words, and a determined look, she pays for her drinks and takes them up the stairs to her room. As soon as she shuts the door of her room she opens and up ends the first bottle, nearly gagging on the strength. Forcing herself to drink more she up ends the bottle again as she sets the second down and locks her door. After the first bottle is finished she tries to struggle out of her dress, but in her already drunken state she can't seem to get it to cooperate with her and almost falls over constantly. Eventually she simply uses her claws to rip it apart, throwing the ruined pieces of fabric on the floor.
Taking up the second bottle she struggles to open it, nearly dropping it as she does finally get it open. After finishing a quarter of the bottle she blearily eyes her bed and makes the attempt to walk to it. As she takes her first step she falls forward and is to drunk to do more then flail. Laying there a moment she lets darkness take her, the second bottle having gone flying and shattering against the far wall. As the rivlets of liquor flow down the wall she begins to snore loudly.
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As her hand moves slowly down and hits the ring adorning her ring finger her thoughts turn to Discord, as the oft do, and her smile fades and sorrow replaces it. Letting out a long sigh she realizes that it is finally time to let go, and possibly move on, not hold on to the past as she has for so long. As she slips the ring off her finger the words that Discord used so long ago echo in her thoughts.
" It is a fairy bracelet but because we are so much larger then they, we wear it as a ring. Silver, will you marry me?"
A small tear falls down her cheek as the memory fades and she holds the ring up for the firelight to reflect off its surface. She admires the feel of the ring, not knowing what material it is made from, and the way light changes as she moves it. After a few moments she sets the ring in her lap and pulls out a jumble of gold and silver chains, varying in size and design, from a pouch on her belt. Of these she chooses a simple design of medium size and thickness, slowly and very carefully she untangles the chain from the rest not wanting to damage any of her precious necklaces. When she finally has it free she puts the rest back into the pouch they came from and takes the end of the chosen one and slips it through the eye of the ring. Slipping her hands under her hair she attaches the ends of the chain letting the ring fall down between her bust. Placing a hand on the ring's resting place she lets out a long sigh.
" I can wait for you, I have searched for so long, it is time for us both to move on. I will always love you, but my heart is no longer for you to claim."
The words, spoken barely above a whisper, are filled with sadness and loss for the one man she thought cared for her. She drains the last of the wine in her flute and stands up taking a deep breath before moving to the bar to speak with Jack the inn's proprietor.
"Can I have two bottles of your strongest drink, please?"
Without further words, and a determined look, she pays for her drinks and takes them up the stairs to her room. As soon as she shuts the door of her room she opens and up ends the first bottle, nearly gagging on the strength. Forcing herself to drink more she up ends the bottle again as she sets the second down and locks her door. After the first bottle is finished she tries to struggle out of her dress, but in her already drunken state she can't seem to get it to cooperate with her and almost falls over constantly. Eventually she simply uses her claws to rip it apart, throwing the ruined pieces of fabric on the floor.
Taking up the second bottle she struggles to open it, nearly dropping it as she does finally get it open. After finishing a quarter of the bottle she blearily eyes her bed and makes the attempt to walk to it. As she takes her first step she falls forward and is to drunk to do more then flail. Laying there a moment she lets darkness take her, the second bottle having gone flying and shattering against the far wall. As the rivlets of liquor flow down the wall she begins to snore loudly.
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