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Mistress Keiara Idema looked surprised, for the 'act' as he called it, had never seemed forced. She also seemed relieved. “The Assassin, huh? Hardly a name that easily rolls off the tongue. Ssassin is nicer,” she commented, reaching up her free hand to stroke his ear a little before nodding.
“You're welcome, as always. I'm getting good at accepting the strange and unusual.”
Mistress Keiara Idema
A modest young woman who is greatly skilled in the arts of healing and protective magic.
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Imehal
Last seen at: The Island: Temple
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Description
Basics
Full Name: Keiara Idema
Age: Twenty-two.
Birthplace: Muiren, on the continent of Hilrean.
Current Location: Killeran, a large city a few days away from Wing City itself.
Titles, Born or Earned: Mistress of the Heart.
Occupation: Traveller and Healer.
Associations: None.
Appearance
Species: Human
Build: Athletic, with delicate structure.
Height: 5’5”
Weight: 54 kg.
Skin Colour: Ordinarily pale, but tinged with a little bronze from recent travelling.
Eyes: Small, rounded pale blue eyes.
Hair: Straight, very fine black hair that reaches the middle of her back.
Memorable Facial Features: None.
Markings or Scars: None visible, but there are a number of scars marring her upper thighs, nearly always hidden by clothing.
Social
Parents: Matthew and Pauline Idema, - living.
Siblings: One brother, Adrian – living.
Friends: Keiara tries hard to not to associate with anyone as friends.
Current Partner: None.
Past Partners: There has been no one she would call ‘partner’,
as her relationship experience is limited at best.
Children: None.
Allies: None.
Enemies: None.
Personal Details
Birthday: 26th August.
Talents: As someone who has been training to be a Healer and soother of agonies practically her whole life, Keiara has an almost innate gift for being able to calm those around her, capable of talking down even the most hysterical of individuals.
Worst Habit: Keiara has a crippling ability to supress her emotions constantly, for she believes getting too attached to people whom she spends hardly any time around or worse, who might not live very long. It’s not that she does not feel anything for those around her, it’s just she keeps the contact polite. It is often wondered what would happen if someone pushed her threshold too far, but she tells herself that it never will.
Handwriting: Cursive, with a tendency to slant her letters when in a rush.
Speech: Polite, with an air of grace most of the them, though her country accent that she never managed to shake comes through during particularly long evenings of extended care.
Likes: Reading, rainy days, festivals and hard won achievements.
Dislikes: Ignorance, negativity, sunshine and over-control of anything.
Inner Thoughts and Favourite Things
Greatest Wish: In her heart, she desires and looks for a time where she can find somewhere to belong.
Greatest Fear: That she will one day be utterly helpless to aid someone that needs her.
Person Admired: Adrian Idema.
Favourite Place: Home.
Favourite Person: None.
Favourite Memory: There are few memories that Keiara can recall of her childhood and the ones she can she clings to desperately, particularly one that took place on a cloudy day, simply playing with her brother and parents without a care in the world. A time where her gifts were revered but not repressed.
Personality
Keiara is a kind-hearted individual, devoted to helping those in need with her skills and sometimes her warm smile. Her temper is rarely raised but powerful though she often reins it in tightly when she is performing her duties in a formal, official capacity. Strangers are treated with kindness, but never naive trust. Her years of education, experience and study have taught her humility, prudence and an odd emotional detachment from those around her, other than her healing charges.
Her induction into the Circle at such a young age and beginning moving almost instantaneously thereafter meant that emotionally she was always stifled and awkward, only ever speaking plainly about her feelings on matters. The close ties formed with her parents and brother faded into distant memories and she never had any time to know someone well enough to lower her natural defences to make any new, lasting attachments. Her teacher was the only exception to this rule but the relationship there was more teacher and pupil than any affectionate attachment.
Extraordinary Skills and Abilities
Keiara is a talented mage, her abilities divided in two tiers; one mundane and the other transcending normal mortal achievement – her gift and curse that grants her the title of ‘Mistress of the Heart’. Both specialise in healing and protection, though offensive options are open to her, the former being her most commonly used magic, emitting a blue flighty energy when invoked that is pliable to her will, whilst the latter, named ‘the Art’ by those who don’t really understand the extent of her gifts.
Her most oft used magical ability is of a standard method, requiring various hand gestures and chants depending on the strength and nature of the spell being weaved but it is special in that most spells barely take her more than a few minutes to cast at most. A large expenditure of energy by this method has a noticeable effect upon Keiara, because whilst small shields and simple healing spells hardly tax her strength, more exuberant quantities can exhaust her physically, the exhaustion dependant on the power and scale of the spell cast.
The Art is something else altogether, the occasions where it has been used numbering only two in total. The sheer capabilities of this magic are only equalled by the cost that is paid by the user, for whilst the more mundane healing magic of her world only heals physical wounds, this ability can heal injuries and scars caused by magical means, unseen and incurable by the average healer and also for large-scale healing. It is invoked by a memorised incantation combined with a small injury to Keiara, so that it bleeds, but white gold liquid pours out instead of blood, quickly woven into the spells to imbue them with magic and intentions that goes far beyond normal capabilities.
However, when the Art is used, the blood-turned-liquid gold is irreplaceable – Keiara’s body will never regenerate the antibodies and blood lost like it might do from a normal injury, meaning that the more frequently she uses it, the less protection her body has against natural disease and infection as well as a subdued form of exhaustion following the completion of the incantation. She also suffers from anaemia as a result, meaning that her health must be monitored carefully by those around her.
Equipment
A medium sized oaken shafted lance with a long, thin spearhead. It came from her father – a parting gift to a cherished daughter that became her conduit.
Biography
Keiara was taken from her family at four years old. It was only a few weeks after her manifestation of the Art for the first time, her own innate healing abilities not enough at such a young age to save her brother’s life from normally fatal injuries. The Circle’s representatives turned up upon their small, but comfortable family home in the village of Harilo beside the coast, declaring that the young girl had been chosen to be the Circle’s Healer, but that she would need to be trained intensely until she was extremely confident and skilled enough with her own abilities to learn to grow and manipulate them on her own, without support of other mages or healers to supplement her.
Though she can hardly remember the precise details surrounding those awful and heart-wrenching days but the young woman can clearly recall the end of those days – the bittersweet farewell, the young girl not realising that this was her final goodbye to her parents and brother, people she would only see twice again in her whole twenty-six years. Even then, it was a tense meeting, the years of education, discipline and learning manners decisively pushing aside nearly all of the emotional lessons she had learnt during her first four years.
Most people record their lives according to important events that have occurred in their lives, holding them ever close in heart and mind, but Keiara measured her life by the people who had impacted significantly upon her behaviour. These people were few and far between, numbering only six in number – her parents, her brother, her mentor and two others met more privately that she does not discuss encountering with anyone. Their influence has had such an effect on her life that all other events pale in comparison to those that involve these individuals.
Her life was devoted to learning, practicing her healing arts and devotion to the Circle prior to her mentor’s – the previous Mistress of the Heart’s – death fourteen years ago. Since then, the organisation had tried their utmost to cull her instinctive desire to not only settle down but also to rashly exercise her healing to all those she came across who needed her help, rather than important clientele over the lower classes as they preferred.
Mistress Keiara Idema's Story
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Mistress Keiara Idema looked upwards at his touch, eyes wet with tears as she turned her hand over gently and laced her fingers with his if allowed. The fact that he hadn't pulled away was doing wonders for her confidence and mental strength, though he still seemed quite distracted by his own creation.
She could only pray that he couldn't feel the roughness of the bandages and wonder what was beneath them as he was. Small blessings.
And really, it was wonderful. Life saving too, she thought. His words made her sigh, unsure whether he was speaking lucidly or not. Not really sure if she cared at this precise moment, ignoring the chill that was seeping into her wet clothes. “I know. I thank the Gods for it,” she replied, not daring to move from where she was sat.
She could only pray that he couldn't feel the roughness of the bandages and wonder what was beneath them as he was. Small blessings.
And really, it was wonderful. Life saving too, she thought. His words made her sigh, unsure whether he was speaking lucidly or not. Not really sure if she cared at this precise moment, ignoring the chill that was seeping into her wet clothes. “I know. I thank the Gods for it,” she replied, not daring to move from where she was sat.
Mistress Keiara Idema rose with him, obviously willing and trusting him as he led her around the icy creation, listening as he began to talk, her forehead creasing in confusion as the words were strange. Her pale blue eyes reflected her utter bewilderment at his phrases, oddly pronounced and used.
The only things she really understood were water and ice. Perhaps he was explaining the make-up of them on his world? Were things really quite so different? Then she stared at the man before her, who was devoted to a holy organisation she had never heard of until him, who were willing to drive him mad and slay her for their own sakes. So much different and so little the same.
Molecules and atoms. Funny words but then her fleeting bemusement was gone as he seemed to look at her directly, posing her a query that only brought up two emotions within her. Sorrow and acceptance, intertwined in her expression but he had turned away already, continuing along his path and she followed. She would always follow.
“And what of me? What if I change from ice to water? Can we still love each other even if we are torn from ourselves and put back together broken?” she asked, squeezing his hand and then stopping in her footsteps, coughing violently. It echoed through the icy cavern like a bell.
The only things she really understood were water and ice. Perhaps he was explaining the make-up of them on his world? Were things really quite so different? Then she stared at the man before her, who was devoted to a holy organisation she had never heard of until him, who were willing to drive him mad and slay her for their own sakes. So much different and so little the same.
Molecules and atoms. Funny words but then her fleeting bemusement was gone as he seemed to look at her directly, posing her a query that only brought up two emotions within her. Sorrow and acceptance, intertwined in her expression but he had turned away already, continuing along his path and she followed. She would always follow.
“And what of me? What if I change from ice to water? Can we still love each other even if we are torn from ourselves and put back together broken?” she asked, squeezing his hand and then stopping in her footsteps, coughing violently. It echoed through the icy cavern like a bell.
The echoing footsteps ceased abruptly, Keiara wondering what just was going to happen next. This changed man seemed full of surprises and not all of them pleasant. So when he spoke, the healer felt as if her breath had been snatched from her, wary blue eyes trailing upwards to his, to see... to see...
“Caelum?” she breathed and as he leaned forward to press his forehead up against her, feeling the pressure and choking back a sob. Her question was barely audible, but her eyes were terrified, her hand tightening on his even more now.
There were barely words to describe just how much she wanted him back. “Help. Help me and I'll help you.”
“Caelum?” she breathed and as he leaned forward to press his forehead up against her, feeling the pressure and choking back a sob. Her question was barely audible, but her eyes were terrified, her hand tightening on his even more now.
There were barely words to describe just how much she wanted him back. “Help. Help me and I'll help you.”
It took her a long moment to realise that his negative response wasn't a rejection of her, thank goodness, her relief plain, painting her pale and tired features. “My world [u]has[/b] burnt and all that has kept me going these past few months is the last smouldering ashes that are what I tried to live for. I waited and waited until I could no longer, the risks too great to stay and so I found you Caelum. Completely by accident.”
Once, they had pushed each other away. They had sworn to themselves and one another that whatever had been growing simply could not be but as they stood so close and he finally echoed what she had been wanting to hear in her head for weeks now, she felt her throat go dry, words failing her. Thirsty and surrounded by water.
Her breathing hitched ever so slightly as he leaned into towards her closely, wondering if she would pull away like in the past, fearful, but as he spoke, honestly and truly, she realised she wasn't afraid any more. She had faced what they could do – and had done to her head-on – because she loved him. She was still here; she had survived – they both had – broken but still able to give to each other so much.
“Caelum, it would shame us for me to do anything but accept you. Together we'll stand now, no matter what comes,” she returned, her exhaustion smothered by overwhelming trepidation as she rather ungracefully closed the distance between their mouths, kissing him for the first time and regretting not having done it sooner.
Once, they had pushed each other away. They had sworn to themselves and one another that whatever had been growing simply could not be but as they stood so close and he finally echoed what she had been wanting to hear in her head for weeks now, she felt her throat go dry, words failing her. Thirsty and surrounded by water.
Her breathing hitched ever so slightly as he leaned into towards her closely, wondering if she would pull away like in the past, fearful, but as he spoke, honestly and truly, she realised she wasn't afraid any more. She had faced what they could do – and had done to her head-on – because she loved him. She was still here; she had survived – they both had – broken but still able to give to each other so much.
“Caelum, it would shame us for me to do anything but accept you. Together we'll stand now, no matter what comes,” she returned, her exhaustion smothered by overwhelming trepidation as she rather ungracefully closed the distance between their mouths, kissing him for the first time and regretting not having done it sooner.
The awkwardness that Keiara knew was due came haltingly, making her stiffen in his embrace as he moved to hold her against him, but after a moment, her mind registered the movements as only affectionate. So she relaxed, enjoying the closeness that had been denied to her for so long, recalling a time when they had been closer not twenty feet from where they were stood right now. If a little further up.
Her hands touched at his waist delicately, careful not to press against him, trying to hide the bandages and the scarring. Slowly and with a soft sigh of contentment, the tired woman pulled her lips away ever so slightly, feeling startlingly alive and well for the first time in months. “So, that's what I'd been stopping you from doing. Silly me,” she murmured before leaning in again and kissing him once more, this time a little shorter.
“Everything was worth it. Absolutely everything,” she reaffirmed, looking awfully sure of herself, a smile creeping onto her lips unbidden as a hand rose to caress his cheek, struck by two things all at once. One, an urge to stay there forever, hidden underneath the lake.
The second made her turn her head away again, coughing violently once more. Evidently she was unwell.
Her hands touched at his waist delicately, careful not to press against him, trying to hide the bandages and the scarring. Slowly and with a soft sigh of contentment, the tired woman pulled her lips away ever so slightly, feeling startlingly alive and well for the first time in months. “So, that's what I'd been stopping you from doing. Silly me,” she murmured before leaning in again and kissing him once more, this time a little shorter.
“Everything was worth it. Absolutely everything,” she reaffirmed, looking awfully sure of herself, a smile creeping onto her lips unbidden as a hand rose to caress his cheek, struck by two things all at once. One, an urge to stay there forever, hidden underneath the lake.
The second made her turn her head away again, coughing violently once more. Evidently she was unwell.
A smile flitted across Keiara's lips at his tender gesture, her grasp on him getting abruptly tighter as she tried to speak and coughed again, looking quite pale now. It took a few moments before she could answer his expected question.
Still, her voice was quite raspy. “How could you notice? You barely thought I was real my love,” she returned kindly, her eyes softening as the second bout of pain subsided. Then she looked afraid to answer, but answer she did.
“Yes. Yes they did.” Slowly, with a shaking hand, she removed her bandage from the left of her hands, revealing the numerous healed and as yet unhealed cross shaped scars. “Your cross is my focus, if you recall. What they did... I expect didn't come close to what they did to you.”
What was actually happening was her body's twin reaction to being forced to suppress itself and her weakness since healing Caelum himself in this very forest so many years ago. Her now free hand curled towards her, as if shamed by it. “I wouldn't give it up, so they took something else away.”
Still, her voice was quite raspy. “How could you notice? You barely thought I was real my love,” she returned kindly, her eyes softening as the second bout of pain subsided. Then she looked afraid to answer, but answer she did.
“Yes. Yes they did.” Slowly, with a shaking hand, she removed her bandage from the left of her hands, revealing the numerous healed and as yet unhealed cross shaped scars. “Your cross is my focus, if you recall. What they did... I expect didn't come close to what they did to you.”
What was actually happening was her body's twin reaction to being forced to suppress itself and her weakness since healing Caelum himself in this very forest so many years ago. Her now free hand curled towards her, as if shamed by it. “I wouldn't give it up, so they took something else away.”
Mistress Keiara Idema drew strength from his touch around her damaged hand, but she could see the anger and pain in his eyes as she had keenly felt it herself once. But to get angry at them had achieved her nothing but more needless agony. So she had instead fallen silent, which had turned out to be an even greater mistake.
Choices that couldn't be taken back now and therefore shouldn't be dwelt on and instead, she turned to his confidence and words now, realising quite how futile it was. Unfortunately, it showed in her eyes, hopelessness. “What I had taken cannot be reclaimed. Try not to think on it too much,” she insisted, drawing herself back towards him.
“It's just my body readjusting but you are right, we have a lot of work to do regardless. Maybe we could hide down here forever? I'd like that better.” She looked like she was joking but the idea of just staying together for a time in hiding after so many brief meetings and torture. It was awfully tempting.
Choices that couldn't be taken back now and therefore shouldn't be dwelt on and instead, she turned to his confidence and words now, realising quite how futile it was. Unfortunately, it showed in her eyes, hopelessness. “What I had taken cannot be reclaimed. Try not to think on it too much,” she insisted, drawing herself back towards him.
“It's just my body readjusting but you are right, we have a lot of work to do regardless. Maybe we could hide down here forever? I'd like that better.” She looked like she was joking but the idea of just staying together for a time in hiding after so many brief meetings and torture. It was awfully tempting.
Mistress Keiara Idema is here!
Mistress Keiara Idema noms Caelum.
Caelum placed his hand softly around her own as he smiled gently despite the situation. He indeed felt terrible for the amount of pain she was forced to undergone but her willpower to hold on to what was important to her was truly remarkable he thought. He shook his head softly at her. He was angry, at the Circle, at himself. He was angry, at the Vatican, for what they had done. In his eyes, both these organizations were selfish bastards who cared only for their own beliefs. He half wanted to scream and cuss and demand some form of vengeance for what they had done to her. But he knew that was not something someone as loving and caring as Keiara could ever do.
"Then it seems we will have to tear down the entire Circle to take it back if that's what it takes then, won't we? Seems we have quite some work ahead of us." he stated rather confidently.
Of course the absurdity of such a claim could equal -Hey let's throw cubes of ice at the sun and it will freeze over!- but for some strange reason he had a very strong determination and confidence about this situation. He had his own pain and sorrows to deal with but he vowed to hold on and help Keiara no matter what, and he seemed to be more pained about the fact that she had suffered than to continue suffering to his own demons. In a way, just her presence made him a stronger person.
"Then it seems we will have to tear down the entire Circle to take it back if that's what it takes then, won't we? Seems we have quite some work ahead of us." he stated rather confidently.
Of course the absurdity of such a claim could equal -Hey let's throw cubes of ice at the sun and it will freeze over!- but for some strange reason he had a very strong determination and confidence about this situation. He had his own pain and sorrows to deal with but he vowed to hold on and help Keiara no matter what, and he seemed to be more pained about the fact that she had suffered than to continue suffering to his own demons. In a way, just her presence made him a stronger person.
Keiara drew strength from his touch around her damaged hand, but she could see the anger and pain in his eyes as she had keenly felt it herself once. But to get angry at them had achieved her nothing but more needless agony. So she had instead fallen silent, which had turned out to be an even greater mistake.
Choices that couldn't be taken back now and therefore shouldn't be dwelt on and instead, she turned to his confidence and words now, realising quite how futile it was. Unfortunately, it showed in her eyes, hopelessness. “What I had taken cannot be reclaimed. Try not to think on it too much,” she insisted, drawing herself back towards him.
“It's just my body readjusting but you are right, we have a lot of work to do regardless. Maybe we could hide down here forever? I'd like that better.” She looked like she was joking but the idea of just staying together for a time in hiding after so many brief meetings and torture. It was awfully tempting.
Choices that couldn't be taken back now and therefore shouldn't be dwelt on and instead, she turned to his confidence and words now, realising quite how futile it was. Unfortunately, it showed in her eyes, hopelessness. “What I had taken cannot be reclaimed. Try not to think on it too much,” she insisted, drawing herself back towards him.
“It's just my body readjusting but you are right, we have a lot of work to do regardless. Maybe we could hide down here forever? I'd like that better.” She looked like she was joking but the idea of just staying together for a time in hiding after so many brief meetings and torture. It was awfully tempting.
Once, Keiara's endless optimism might have carried her through this dark moment; kept her from confessing what she had lost in lieu of the promises he made of what she had gained, for she considered it the best of all trades. When Caelum spoke to her, she heard not shallow promises or empty words. He would keep them all to his dying breath. She just knew. Gods, it was a good feeling!
“I'll never let anyone tear you apart. If even one person tries...” She trailed off, looking a touch angry at the thought of someone daring to harm him. “You are not forsaken if someone loves you. That's what my mother used to tell me. 'Only when you've reached the point when everyone hates you; then your soul be damned.' You are far, far from unsaveble. Why, look at how easily I brought you back to me.”
There was a little coy smile on her lips as a scarred hand reached up to her little cross, pain flickering through her pale features. I don't want to be a useless damsel at your side, she thought, looking down at the cold, glassy floor again, suppressing a cough with the back of her hand.
“I'll never let anyone tear you apart. If even one person tries...” She trailed off, looking a touch angry at the thought of someone daring to harm him. “You are not forsaken if someone loves you. That's what my mother used to tell me. 'Only when you've reached the point when everyone hates you; then your soul be damned.' You are far, far from unsaveble. Why, look at how easily I brought you back to me.”
There was a little coy smile on her lips as a scarred hand reached up to her little cross, pain flickering through her pale features. I don't want to be a useless damsel at your side, she thought, looking down at the cold, glassy floor again, suppressing a cough with the back of her hand.
Mistress Keiara Idema winced at the touch to her forehead, feeling sick and dizzy but she could handle it. Now she knew just how much she could take; he was right. She was much tougher than her exterior gave her credit for.
Before she could even query what he meant by show, the spectacle had ensured, the young woman's hands reaching forward to clasp at his front. Natural fear one might have called it but it was actually a show of faith in him. Trusting him to protect her where she could no longer do so herself.
Soon, she would have to tell him.
But not yet, she thought, marvelling at the beauty and control that Caelum displayed and exercised with his abilities. Her face tilted up to look at his in a moment of innocent awe before glimpsing across the view that he had awarded them both.
He impressed her, as expected, though it could be argued that Keiara would be thrilled by anything he did. It was quite sweet really. “Ready? Never. Prepared? We have to be,” she answered with a brave smile, reaching forward to place her little hand in his, curling her fingers.
Before she could even query what he meant by show, the spectacle had ensured, the young woman's hands reaching forward to clasp at his front. Natural fear one might have called it but it was actually a show of faith in him. Trusting him to protect her where she could no longer do so herself.
Soon, she would have to tell him.
But not yet, she thought, marvelling at the beauty and control that Caelum displayed and exercised with his abilities. Her face tilted up to look at his in a moment of innocent awe before glimpsing across the view that he had awarded them both.
He impressed her, as expected, though it could be argued that Keiara would be thrilled by anything he did. It was quite sweet really. “Ready? Never. Prepared? We have to be,” she answered with a brave smile, reaching forward to place her little hand in his, curling her fingers.
For the mental scars it appeared that Caelum had garnered these past few months, his magical aptitude had only grown, something that impressed her, following him trustingly down the stairs until the bottom. Then, without so much as a by-your-leave, the small woman was swept up from the ground, both grateful for the break of walking and stunned at his lack of concern that she might get distressed.
“Where are we...”
Then, his question and the Mistress of the Heart fell silent, her eyes haunted by memories. The screams and the carnage wrought by... she looked away from him, looking miserable as she nodded slowly. “I think so. I hope not. I fled a Circle prison not three weeks hence because... because...”
Slowly, she raised her hands around his neck, tucking her head low into his chest, mumbling a feared word. “January. He tore the place apart but... didn't know that I was there. I had to run, or he'd have found me too soon.”
Now Keiara really looked upset, but her expression was hidden.
“Where are we...”
Then, his question and the Mistress of the Heart fell silent, her eyes haunted by memories. The screams and the carnage wrought by... she looked away from him, looking miserable as she nodded slowly. “I think so. I hope not. I fled a Circle prison not three weeks hence because... because...”
Slowly, she raised her hands around his neck, tucking her head low into his chest, mumbling a feared word. “January. He tore the place apart but... didn't know that I was there. I had to run, or he'd have found me too soon.”
Now Keiara really looked upset, but her expression was hidden.
That got her attention swiftly away from thoughts of the past. Caelum had never called her by her title... ex-title now, no doubt, even if it was truth that the last Mistress had to die for another to be chosen. He'd only ever called her Keiara in the past – the only person to do so.
Clearly, January's purpose had something to do with her title... or her gifts. The implications of the latter was worrying to say the least. “Tell me. Please. He killed innocent men for his goals.”
At this, she turned her gaze upwards, her eyes filled with concern. What prices had they paid for the knowledge gained; truths learnt? Perhaps they would never really know.
Clearly, January's purpose had something to do with her title... or her gifts. The implications of the latter was worrying to say the least. “Tell me. Please. He killed innocent men for his goals.”
At this, she turned her gaze upwards, her eyes filled with concern. What prices had they paid for the knowledge gained; truths learnt? Perhaps they would never really know.
He didn't ask and so Keiara didn't bother to explain, ridden speechless with horror at his confessions, a hand coming to her forehead in dizziness at what was being relayed to her. Mostly because it made so much sense. It was at that moment that she lost all faith in the Circle; the place she had once tentatively called home.
Now she knew what had been done to her also. Corrupt, powerful and evil magic that kept her from touching her little cross without agony; that rid her so completely of her ability to heal... the very thing that January wanted from her was something she simply could not do.
Still... “If that is all he asks,” she started, her voice weak, throat hoarse. “I'm afraid I must disappoint, as much as I might want to help him.”
Slowly, she shifted so that she was sitting straighter against the tree, glancing up at the stars with Caelum, desperate for a distraction. “The Circle... are wrong. They prey on innocent children, doing unspeakable things to them and if one of theirs dares disobey, they take their gifts from them. Rip them apart from the inside out, until there is nothing left but agony and emptiness.”
Grief laboured her words and it took great effort for Keiara not to meet Caelum's eyes. At least in part, she believed she understood January's brother's suffering but to endure that for so, so long... Her kindness drew tears from her, her mercy wishing to release him and knowing she could not.
Now she knew what had been done to her also. Corrupt, powerful and evil magic that kept her from touching her little cross without agony; that rid her so completely of her ability to heal... the very thing that January wanted from her was something she simply could not do.
Still... “If that is all he asks,” she started, her voice weak, throat hoarse. “I'm afraid I must disappoint, as much as I might want to help him.”
Slowly, she shifted so that she was sitting straighter against the tree, glancing up at the stars with Caelum, desperate for a distraction. “The Circle... are wrong. They prey on innocent children, doing unspeakable things to them and if one of theirs dares disobey, they take their gifts from them. Rip them apart from the inside out, until there is nothing left but agony and emptiness.”
Grief laboured her words and it took great effort for Keiara not to meet Caelum's eyes. At least in part, she believed she understood January's brother's suffering but to endure that for so, so long... Her kindness drew tears from her, her mercy wishing to release him and knowing she could not.
“Indeed.”
Her pale eyes watched him with sadness, flinching ever so slightly at the sudden punch towards the ground. What to do; how to help? “You know I want to help him, don't you? Even if it might cost me my life.”
A breeze shifted through the trees. Unnatural on this warm, still night. “There is nothing more to take from me than my love and life and believe me, I would die before he took you from me.”
Now she sighed, holding out her hands to Caelum, seeking comfort and strength from him. Also, to stop him from random violence, because she couldn't heal his wounds any longer. A well of guilt. “A knife. Please.”
Her pale eyes watched him with sadness, flinching ever so slightly at the sudden punch towards the ground. What to do; how to help? “You know I want to help him, don't you? Even if it might cost me my life.”
A breeze shifted through the trees. Unnatural on this warm, still night. “There is nothing more to take from me than my love and life and believe me, I would die before he took you from me.”
Now she sighed, holding out her hands to Caelum, seeking comfort and strength from him. Also, to stop him from random violence, because she couldn't heal his wounds any longer. A well of guilt. “A knife. Please.”
There was indecision in his eyes, which wasn't too strange, considering what Keiara made to do with the knife next. Her aim was to slice it across her forearm if unimpeded, eyes turned downwards to concentrate on not messing up.
Mistress Keiara Idema glanced upwards at the touch and words, halting the knife mid-air. “Caelum? Whatever are you talking about?” she questioned most curiously before slicing a cut on her arm. The blood was red and seeped out slowly, making her sigh.
“Red. Always red, no matter how hard I try!”
In a fit of almost impossible anger for Keiara, she flung the knife to the side of the tree, placing two fingers over the cut to stem the bleeding. Her gaze at him was quite incredulous. “You really thought I'd kill myself after finding you again? Truly, you amaze me sometimes!”
“Red. Always red, no matter how hard I try!”
In a fit of almost impossible anger for Keiara, she flung the knife to the side of the tree, placing two fingers over the cut to stem the bleeding. Her gaze at him was quite incredulous. “You really thought I'd kill myself after finding you again? Truly, you amaze me sometimes!”
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