amnesia

She is an intelligent Human, about average height for her race, and above
average weight for a woman of her size. She is solidly built, with broad hips
and sturdy limbs. She has a round face and long brown hair, left loose to hang
down about her face and shoulders. She has a small, uptilted nose and
soft-looking lips, and her eyes are deep brown, their colour matching her hair.
Her gaze is distant at times, and she seems to have a short attention span, her
eyes wandering almost constantly. Her hands and arms are wrapped with clean
white bandages which have come loose in several places, trailing wispy lengths
of fabric past her fingertips. She is wearing:
a silver wedding ring, inlaid with dark opal, symbolizing eternity
a simple white cotton gown
She walks with the blessing of Niuri.

Akaryuterra arrives from the north.

Akaryuterra wanders in, a quizzical expression on his face and a letter in his
hand. "Elea," he calls quietly as he searches the room.

You have emoted: Eleanor is here, curled beneath the covers of the bed. She is
still and quiet, eyes closed and hands tucked up beneath her chin. The room is
silent, and aside from you nothing moves.

Akaryuterra walks up to the bed and looks over your sleeping form. "Hey,
chicky?"

You have emoted: Eleanor seems to be sleeping in apparent peace, which is odd in
and of itself. You know she hasn't in months, but now she doesn't even stir at
the sound of your voice.

Akaryuterra lays a gentle hand on your shoulder and shakes it. "Elea?"

You have emoted: Eleanor groans quietly under her breath, rousing a little,
though she seems reluctant to wake.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hey."

You have emoted: Eleanor begins to settle back into sleep again, strands of hair
slipping down across her face.

You have emoted: Eleanor murmurs sleepily to herself, stirring more now- her
eyes half-open, briefly, before closing again- she licks her lips, turning onto
her back.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Been a damn long time
since you've slept, finally gettin' some?"

Akaryuterra asks, more loudly, "Love?"

You have emoted: Eleanor opens her eyes for longer now, though not all the way-
it seems your voice has pulled her from her rest. When she finally gets toward
being properly awake, you know it- she sits up a little, giving a luxurious
stretch- her gaze wanders across the room, and when it falls on you, her eyes
light up and she gives the kind of smile you haven't seen on her face in longer
than you'd care to think about. She says nothing, holding her arms out in a
silent request for a hug.

Akaryuterra leans over and gives you a gentle hug. "Finally sleepin', eh," he
asks, again.


You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her head slightly to the side, hands settling on
the covers that sit on her lap now- the look she gives you is wide-eyed and
oddly curious. Still, she doesn't speak.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "What's that look fer?"

You have emoted: Eleanor blinks a couple of times and then shrugs. She seems to
lose interest in the question quickly, if the way she raises one of her hands
and examines the cuff of her gown instead is any indication.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hey, Elea, I'm talkin'
ta ya."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "What's with the damn
silent treatment?"

You have emoted: Eleanor looks up from her gown again, blinking once more- the
smile she favours you with is nothing short of radiant, and she holds her arms
out for another hug.

Akaryuterra raises an eyebrow and asks, "Another? I just gave ya one. Least ya
could do is say hi'r somethin'."

You have emoted: Eleanor's expression shifts, becoming a pout and pleading gaze,
though she lets her hands drop.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Fine."

Akaryuterra leans over and gives you another tight hug. As he stands, he
questions, "What've ya been up ta, an' why're ya bein' so quiet now?"


You have emoted: Eleanor shrugs again, her expression the picture of innocence.
Before long her attention wanders again- its span appears to be alarmingly
short.

Akaryuterra creases his brow in a frown.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Why did you write this
to me, love?"

Akaryuterra holds up the letter in his hand.

You have emoted: Eleanor looks back up at you, curiously- she eyes the letter,
but it's patently obvious that she doesn't recognise it. Suddenly, she shifts
across the bed, toward the opposite side to you- hopping out from under the
covers, she trots over to the window, gown trailing on the floor, and draws back
the curtains- she smiles at the view beyond the glass, pressing her palms to it
as she looks out.

Akaryuterra creases his brow in a frown.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Love, are you okay?"

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Ya have ta ask if she's
okay? Pretty damn obvious somethin's wrong, ain't it?"

Akaryuterra gives a pained sigh.

You have emoted: Eleanor seems entirely engrossed in looking at whatever is
outside- from this angle, you imagine it must be something on the front path.

Akaryuterra considers you for a long, quiet moment, looking between you and the
window.

Akaryuterra pales slightly.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Don't go anywhere."

Akaryuterra leaves to the north.

H:3500 M:4920 [eb]n

A comfortably warm living-room.
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Barely maintaining its shape, a squishy green chair is here. A pitted and
scratched, dark hardwood table is here, a simple, cushioned wood chair and a
sturdy backless chair placed at it. A beautiful rug woven in brilliant colours
lies here.
You see exits leading north, south(open), west(open) and down.


Akaryuterra arrives from the west.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "What're ya starin' at
out there?"

Akaryuterra raises an eyebrow questioningly.

You have emoted: Eleanor is at the table, peering at what looks like a
collection of glass beads that have been there for at least a few months. When
you speak to her, she looks up again, and once more you see that radiant smile.

 West

A narrow, overgrown path.
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The bright sun shines down, blanketing you with its life-giving warmth. A Syssin
defender waits nearby, her image flickering in and out. A large, silver
windchime hangs here, occasionally sounding a mesmerising note. A mare with
mist-grey fur flicks her tail idly.
You see exits leading east(open) and west.

Akaryuterra arrives from the east.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hey."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "In the house, ya don't
need ta be wanderin' about out here, not when ya won't say a damn thing an'
won't pay attention for more'n a second."

Akaryuterra points to the house.

You have emoted: Eleanor approaches the horse, patting it fondly- after a moment
she wraps her arms around its neck for a hug, which (to its credit) the beast
suffers without protest.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hey, back in the
house."

Akaryuterra begins to look perturbed.

You have emoted: Eleanor frowns a little, looking up at you, her hands still
patting the horse's mane.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Inside."

Akaryuterra points to the house again.

You have emoted: Eleanor pouts, but begins to move toward the door slowly,
dragging her feet on purpose as she shuffles by.

 East

A comfortably warm living-room.
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Barely maintaining its shape, a squishy green chair is here. A pitted and
scratched, dark hardwood table is here, a simple, cushioned wood chair and a
sturdy backless chair placed at it. A beautiful rug woven in brilliant colours
lies here.
You see exits leading north, south(open), west(open) and down.

Akaryuterra arrives from the west.

Akaryuterra closes the door to the west.

Akaryuterra follows after, frowning at your sullen expression and walk.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "What the fuck is goin'
on?"

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I have no idea."

You have emoted: Eleanor returns to the beads, pushing them around on the
tabletop with a fingertip. Unfettered, her hair has tumbled down over her
shoulders, and now it hides most of her expression from you.



Akaryuterra moves over to the backless chair and takes a heavy seat, turning it
to face you.

Akaryuterra props an elbow up on his kneed and rests his chin in his hand.

You have emoted: Eleanor glances at you from under her hair- it looks like she's
checking to see if you're angry with her.



While a frown still remains on Akaryuterra's features, it isn't the same angry
expression as before.

You have emoted: Eleanor bites her lip, apparently deep in thought- after a few
moments she shuffles across to you, kneeling down in the space between your legs
and leaning under to wrap her arms around your middle. "Love you," she mumbles
against your scales. "Love you."

Akaryuterra looks up at you when you approach, having been staring at his lap
previously. When you wrap your arms around him, he seems partly surprised, but
he doesn't resist. A few seconds of confusion pass before Akaryuterra returns
the sentiment, albeit with a downtrodden tone, "...I love you too."

You have emoted: Eleanor squeezes you tightly. Whatever has happened to her, she
at least seems to have picked up on your mood, beginning to look upset herself
when the hug doesn't seem to help.


Akaryuterra unfurls his fingers and straightens out the surface of the letter,
scanning it with his eyes before glancing to your face.

You have emoted: Eleanor looks up at you, watching hopefully for any positive
changes to your mood.



Akaryuterra forces a weak smile for your sake.

You have emoted: Eleanor gives one in return, but it seems she can tell you're
still troubled- she drops her head, nuzzling her cheek against your scales as
she settles down to simply be close to you, arms still around your waist.



Akaryuterra hesitantly reaches down and lays a hand on your head, curling his
fingers through your hair.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "What have you done to
yourself?"

You have emoted: Eleanor preens into your touch, eyes closing as she gives a
little smile- she doesn't respond to your question.


Akaryuterra gives a pained sigh.

You murmur to Akaryuterra, "Love you."

Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "I know, love."

Akaryuterra reaches up with his free hand, and strokes the mark on the side of
his neck.

You have emoted: At first, you think the mark must not be working- you don't
really get anything through it as far as Eleanor's thoughts are concerned. Then,
gradually, you begin to understand brief inklings; feelings, first, curiosity
foremost but a touch of sadness as well, that you can tell is related to the
fact that she can see you're upset. Her actual thoughts are slippery, seeming
disjointed and scattered, and everything is a little hazy.


Akaryuterra drops his hand from his neck, back down to his thigh, beside where
you cuddle against him. A slight tension fills the air and his hand stops
stroking your head. The tension moves inward, filling you as the air around you
briefly presses inward - his gaze is focused not n you, but more past you, as he
focuses on your body and the condition it is in.

You have emoted: Eleanor squirms uncomfortably, but nothing obstructs your
inspection- her body seems to be in pretty good shape, especially compared to
the state she had been in previously. Her scratches are healing up, and beneath
the loose and trailing bandages you can tell her knuckles have scabbed over,
well on the way to getting better. The stitches in her arm and the small of her
back probably need to come out, the wounds having healed enough to be fine with
just a bandage to protect them.



The hand on your head doesn't yet lift, and the tension rises upward toward your
head Akaryuterra whispers to you, cooing, "Shhh, it is almost over, calm down. I
will not hurt you, I love you." He probes deeper, beyond tissues and beyond the
physical, seeking.


You have emoted: Eleanor wriggles some more, making a small, distressed sound.
As your inspection travels up, you find her head at least physically untouched-
no damage or trauma is discernible. As far as her mind is concerned, you receive
much the same answer as the mark gave you- things are fractured, indistinct and
hazy. Looking at how disconnected things are in her mind, it's unlikely she is
even aware that something is wrong.


The tension fades immediately, and Akaryuterra resumes stroking your head. "You
are okay," he reassures, offering another forced smile, although this one is
more genuine given what he has learned.
 emote gives a hesitant smile in return, though her eyes are faintly troubled as she gazes at you.

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a hesitant smile in return, though her eyes are
faintly troubled as she gazes at you.



"Oh calm down, yer fine, an' it had ta be done," Akaryuterra says dismissively.

You have emoted: Eleanor ducks her head, apparently having read your tone as
disapproving. She brings one hand back from around your middle, rubbing at her
nose with it- in the draping gown she seems somehow smaller and more fragile,
though that may also be an illusion of her current mental state.

Akaryuterra gives a pained sigh.

Reassuringly, Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Do not
worry, nothing is wrong."

Akaryuterra ponders the situation.

Akaryuterra gives a diminutive figurine of Lyrana to you.


This small figurine of a small, kneeling girl is almost white in its entirety.
With her head bowed and eyes closed, her hands are clasped together in prayer.
Her gown is long and white, perfectly clean and untouched by the blood
surrounding the figure on the circular base plate.
It weighs about 1 pounds and 0 ounce(s).
It bears the distinctive mark of Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega
Junakutz-Lionheart.

You have emoted: Eleanor blinks at the figure- she shifts her posture, sitting
on her behind with her knees drawn up, both hands cradling it as she peers at it
from all angles.



Akaryuterra puts some gold sovereigns in a fur backpack.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Do you like it?"

You have emoted: Eleanor looks up at you, still holding the figure carefully-
after a moment she nods, hesitantly.



Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hold onto it for me,
don't lose it."

Akaryuterra ponders the situation.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Leas she understands
words a little."

You have emoted: Eleanor nods vigorously, holding the figurine to her chest. She
continues to examine it, taking great and obvious care as she turns it in her
fingers.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Ya better have an
idea'a how ta fix this."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Well...I do, but it
would require linking with her."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Not like ya an't done
it before."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Well, yes, but you felt
her mind too, t was scattered. I would have a hard time...organizing it, if you
will."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I do not know if I
could even understand what it has become."

Akaryuterra creases his brow in a frown.


You have emoted: Eleanor seems to have become distracted- though she still
cradles the figure carefully, she now gazes off toward the door to the dayroom.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Go ahead."

Akaryuterra gestures to the dayroom.


You have emoted: Eleanor glances up at you, pausing for a few moments- then she
shuffles back from you a bit, crawling under the table with one hand still
clutching the figure to her chest, instead of standing and going around it. Once
she is out from under it she does stand, shuffling toward the other room now.


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A well-lit dayroom.
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Aged to a deep red and inlaid with jade ornaments, a cherry-wood chest is here.
A large square of an ivory cushion occupies a spot here. An instrument bow lies
here, waiting for a string to play. A rectangular copper box sits here. A plain,
small candle is here. A small glob of red wax lies here. A small sign indicates
that LIBRARY CATALOG will list the materials in this library.
You see a single exit leading south.

You sit yourself down.

Akaryuterra arrives from the south.

Akaryuterra follows in after you, watching you as you shuffle about.

You have emoted: Eleanor sits in front of the shelves, now, staring at the
spines of all the books, the figurine set carefully beside her. She frowns a
little, for the moment just gazing at them as if doing so might tell her
something.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Can you still read?"

You have emoted: Eleanor looks up at you, with a clueless, wide-eyed look that
is beginning to become unfortunately familiar.

Akaryuterra points to one of the many book spines, "Read?"


You have emoted: Eleanor looks back to the books, frowning. If she registers
your question, she doesn't make a reply- as you watch, though, she reaches out
and pulls one of the tomes from the shelf. It's painful to watch her handle the
book- not because she is damaging it, but because it looks like she has no idea
how to hold one.


Akaryuterra creases his brow in a frown.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "It would seem not."


You have emoted: Eleanor turns the book over in her hands a few times, staring
intently at it- her expression grows more and more perturbed though, and
suddenly it seems she's had enough- apparently dissatisfied with the book, she
drops it unceremoniously and reaches for another to replace it.


Akaryuterra reaches down and puts the book back on the shelf, sliding it into
place with ease.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "You can put them back
if you can not read."

Akaryuterra reaches out to you, pausing for a second as he realizes just what he
is doing - he pats you on the head softly.

You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her head as you pat her, but as far as your
instruction is concerned she seems to be ignoring you- this new book seems not
to be what she wants either, and she drops it as well. She begins pulling books
from the shelves quickly, starting with the one you put back- each one she
examines briefly but then discards, moving along the shelf she can reach as the
pile of rejected books grows larger.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Hey."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "What're ya doin'?"

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Quit thrown the books
ta the ground."

Akaryuterra leans down and grabs a book up. He waits for you to direct your
attention to him.


You have emoted: Eleanor continues to ignore you- she shuffles along the shelf
now, tipping the books over and letting them slide from it as she goes along the
row, almost frantically as she searches.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Stop!"

You have emoted: Eleanor jumps, startled by your exclamation- she looks up at
you, wide-eyed, a book in each hand.


Akaryuterra shakes his head, pointing to the books on the ground. "Those don't
go there, what're ya lookin' fer?" He reaches up, then, to touch the mark on his
neck.


You have emoted: Eleanor looks at the books in her hands, and then the mess
she's made- guiltily, she puts the books she holds back on the shelf (though not
the way they were), and shuffles back, keeping her eyes on you all the while.
Though the mark might have told you something while she was searching, now
whatever her intent was slips away, and you find her head full of nothing but
unlinked thoughts and basic emotion.


Akaryuterra sighs and reaches to the bookshelf, pulling out two books.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Butterflies?"

You have emoted: Eleanor blinks at you, looking mildly startled- abruptly, she
holds out her hands, expectantly reaching for the books you hold.


Akaryuterra hands you two books, one, should you glimpse it, is full of pictures
of butterflies. The other doesn't seem to have many pictures. He points to the
second and he say, "That s about a special garden."

You have emoted: Eleanor holds the first book to her chest, still reaching for
the other one with her free hand.


Akaryuterra gives the second book to you.


You have emoted: Eleanor kicks her legs out in front of her, clumsily handling
the books you've given her- though she examines the second for several moments,
the lack of pictures seems to be a problem for her- the first catches her
attention better, and she begins to flick slowly through the pages, examining
the drawings therein.


Akaryuterra walks over and takes a seat on the daybed, looking decidedly
unhappy.

You have emoted: Eleanor continues to flip through the butterfly book, but
between pages she steals glances up at you from under her hair- a small frown is
tugging at the corners of her mouth, but as yet she doesn't move.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart asks, "Do you like those?"

You have emoted: Eleanor looks properly up at you, then slowly down at the book
again- she bites her lip a little, and nods several times.

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "It has butterflies. You
used to like butterflies a lot. I suppose you still do."

You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her head curiously, listening to you now, the
book held carefully in her lap.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "It has butterflies."

Akaryuterra points to the book but seems to be at a loss of what else to say
otherwise. His eyes fall to the pile of books on the floor, and then he looks
back to you again. "It is warmer in the other room. Do you want to go back?"


You have emoted: Eleanor looks to the mess she made as well- apparently, she
feels some measure of remorse, because she shuffles across to it and begins
setting books back on the shelf- they are not in order, and not standing up,
more haphazardly stacked, but she seems to want to make it right again.

Akaryuterra gives a wry smile, "I can fix it later. You can leave it alone. Do
you want to go in there," he asks, pointing to the livingroom.

You have emoted: Eleanor looks to you, her gaze following your point- after a
moment she gets up, and- after picking the figurine you gave her up off the
ground- she pads toward the other doorway, still holding the butterfly book as
well.

You stand up and stretch your arms out wide.
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A comfortably warm living-room.
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Barely maintaining its shape, a squishy green chair is here. A pitted and
scratched, dark hardwood table is here, a simple, cushioned wood chair and a
sturdy backless chair placed at it. A beautiful rug woven in brilliant colours
lies here.
You see exits leading north, south(open), west(closed) and down.

Akaryuterra arrives from the north.


You have emoted: Eleanor weaves her way over and plops herself down in front of
the fire- probably a bit closer than she might usually have sat.



Akaryuterra walks over to the couch and lays down on it unceremoniously. One of
his legs hangs over the end of the couch - so does his tail. He rolls onto his
side to face you more easily, and watches you intently. "That s hot, do not hurt
yourself," he warns. In case you don't comprehend, however, he waves a hand at
the fire and it dim, shrinking slightly.

You have emoted: Eleanor looks briefly to the fire, noting the change but
clearly not comprehending why- but she is quickly distracted by your tail, which
has fallen fairly near to her. She leans toward it, peering intently at its
scaled length.



Akaryuterra says, so you can hear him clearly, "Tail." The end curls upward,
almost as if it is turning to meet your gaze.

You have emoted: Eleanor carefully sets the book and figure aside, thoroughly
distracted now. She watches your tail closely, hair slipping down over her face
as she leans over it- you feel her fingertips against your scales, prodding to
see what effect they have.



Akaryuterra's tail falls back to the floor with a soft 'thump-cack', the bone at
the tip clattering loudly.

You have emoted: Eleanor jumps, staring wide-eyed at your tail- she looks up to
you, shocked, looking worriedly guilty as if she's accidentally killed it and
wondering if you saw.



While he is watching, Akaryuterra seems no more surprised than moments ago, nor
does he look to be in any intense pain. The tail curls idly, revived from its
apparent death with little fanfare.

You have emoted: Eleanor looks down at your tail, and an expression of relief
crosses her face as she notes it moving again. After a moment's consideration,
she shuffles closer- lifting your tail with both hands, she pulls it into her
lap. That done, she begins to pat it like one might a cat, stroking her hand
repeatedly over a limited area.


Akaryuterra cocks his head at you, "What's with her rememberin' some shit, but
not other stuff?" Moments later, with a shrug, he responds, "I could not say. I
do not know what happened."

You have emoted: Eleanor continues patting your tail, apparently oblivious to
the conversation you're having with yourself. Perhaps it's the proximity to the
fire, or the repetitive motion of stroking your scales, but she is beginning to
look drowsy again.



Akaryuterra watches quietly as you continue to stroke his tail. The tail curls
into your touch as Akaryuterra gives a sad smile at you.


You have emoted: Eleanor seems to decide that she's had enough- she lists to one
side, flopping softly onto the floor, her arms wrapped around your tail now- her
eyes slowly drift closed as she gets comfortable, warmed by the fire and still
clinging to your tail.



Akaryuterra's tongue darts out, tasting the air.

Akaryuterra holds his tail still, but rolls carefully from the couch and
silences the sound. Now on the floor, he creeps closer as a crouch, a black haze
clouding about his feet and keeping his movement silent. Once beside you, he
takes a seat on the floor and looks you over.

You have emoted: Eleanor looks peaceful, the lines of fatigue, stress, and pain
which had been constants in her expression smoothed out- in all of this, at
least there is something good; she is finally getting some sleep.



The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.

A deep, resonant note echoes from all throughout the corridors of the Citadel,
creating a tremulous sound that seems to rattle the sky itself. In its wake, a
chill wind bellows across the firmament, embracing the twilight of a new dusk.


Akaryuterra watches over you silently for a long while, his expression troubled.
"What happened to you?" He murmurs to himself. He turns one hand palm up and
uses one of the thumb claws on his opposite hand to pierce the white scales.
Blood pools up slowly and he smears is to spread it around his palm.

You have emoted: Eleanor mumbles in her sleep, squeezing your tail and shifting
a little bit, but otherwise staying still and peaceful.


Akaryuterra lays his hand gently on the side of your face, situating it over
your temple while you lay sleeping peacefully. A hus comes over the room as he
blocks all outside sounds. Slowly, he closes his eyes - a tear runs down his
scales. He begins to concentrate intensely on you, slowing his breathing and
steadying himself.

You have emoted: Eleanor stirs a little as a trickle of blood runs down her
cheek- she gives a sleepy murmur, but it looks like she's going to stay asleep.
As you concentrate, you begin to hear and feel the rhythms of her body, smaller
and quicker than yours.



As his breathing slows, Akaryuterra realizes he will not have to slow it so much
as he thought and begins concentrating on the link he intends to form.
Carefully, he ventures deeper, seeking your mind with his. He proceeds slowly,
and with care, feeling his way out before progressing.

You have emoted: Eleanor's mind is wide open and undefended- as you search,
faint echoes of dreams begin to reach you. They are nothing complex- merely
colours and emotion, with brief images added in; you catch images of yourself a
few times, shifting between a simplistic view of you with arms open and
welcoming smile, and an angrier, more closed posture and expression.



Akaryuterra carefully works deeper, reaching out to make more contact with the
few memories that float by. His presence could barely even be considered
fleeting, the way he cloaks it, a soft warmth spreads, casting a happier hue on
some of the emotions that stir within the scattered mess.

You have emoted: Eleanor's mind, without her conscious to shape it for you, is
chaotic at best- at least, however, it seems not to be a flurry of activity as
usual, either because of her slumbering state or whatever she's done to herself.
The mindspace you enter into seems sparse, and hazy- there might be parts of the
person she once was scattered about, but everything is slippery and elusive and
lacking in structure; it's difficult to tell if it's just displaced, or entirely
missing.


Tension fills the air about you and Akaryuterra as he begins to draw on the
spheres. Recalling his own memory of your mind, he draws into focus colors,
strange and scattered at first, they appear entirely out of mental focus. In the
course of several minutes, that unfocused mess begins to refine itself, in color
and in placement. Tall forms sprout from a wash of lighter blues and greens. As
those shapes and forms become more refined, the tension fades, leaving a cozy
and comforting warmth in its wake, surrounding your sleeping form.


You have emoted: Eleanor's mind seems like it's going to comply with your
shaping, but as you bring the image to bear you quickly realise that very little
of the contents of her head has been constrained to the trees- the rest are
hollow, illusory, and not very useful at all. Overlaying your attempts at order
continue her dreams- here and there, snippets of intact memory stream by, mostly
involving yourself.


Noticing the lack of memory drawn to the trees, Akaryuterra releases the
structure, allowing to it to be broken down in whatever way your mind seems to
deem fit. As your memories flit by, fancifully flowing about your two minds, he
begins to form a sort of wavy, curling line of thought. Slowly and gently, he
winds his way among your thoughts, his presence touching briefly upon each that
passes by.

You have emoted: Eleanor's dreams seem to colour to your presence- as you draw
near, they shift between red, green and yellow, and contain more of what she
remembers of you- even from her sleeping mind, you can tell that she remembers
both your names, and the fact that you're the most important person in the whole
world is readily apparent. As you drift with the flow of her dreams, you begin
to detect faint brushes of knowledge she once had- whether fragments, or the
entire lot still intact, you can't really tell, because they are gone in an
instant and too slippery to grasp. If this is how she feels waking, it is no
wonder she got so agitated when looking at the books.


As Akaryuterra comes into contact with memories floating and flitting about, he
makes contact with each and passes the curling wisp of thought tendril through
them. He pulls it along, drawing it behind his presence and with each contact
that is a made, a connection is implanted into the thought. Before long, the
passing images of him, and memories involving the two of them begin to coalesce
into a more managable bundle of thoughts, spanning several memories.

You have emoted: Eleanor begins to stir a little- as you pull the fragments
together, they seem to fill in the gaps- you hear snippets of your own voice,
though not so much words as tone, and even though there's nothing understandable
in the sounds, they convey basic ideas and emotions as well.


Sensing your stirring, Akaryuterra eases his presence into the background. As
his presence receeds, he releases the tendril of thought he had been trailing
along, allowing the slightly more coherent network of memories to drift as a
mass within your unconscious mind. Rather than allow the link to break or
otherwise become compromised he begins to focus again, now easing your stirring
mind back down to the depths of sleep.


You have emoted: At some level at least, Eleanor's sleeping mind seems to
recognise your presence a little- though in any other case it might have
rebelled, you feel her mind settle under your guidance, dropping back toward
deeper sleep. You feel her squeeze your tail gently, lulling back into
stillness. Unfortunately, there seems little to work with other than the
memories that had occupied her dreams- bits and pieces of words or functional
knowledge float about, but they are sparse, the other bits apparently dormant
while she sleeps.


Taking notice of your sleeping mind's willingness, Akaryuterra's presence begins
to resonate a calm, but simple comfort. The basic happiness and contentedness
you have felt before begins to weave itself deeper among your mind - the warmth
of earlier grows thicker, stronger.

You have emoted: Eleanor gives a happy little sigh, and you can tell within and
without that she is calmed and comforted by the feelings you're setting up. Her
dream has taken a little more structure thanks to your gathering of memories-
now you see snippets of memories of you and her, though the part played by her
and what thoughts she may have had at the time are blurred and largely
unreadable.



Akaryuterra focuses, searching for the deeper, more elusive thoughts of before.
A tint of red contentment and yellow happiness flows deeper as he seeks out
other memories, his presence's intrusiveness lessened by the projected familiar
elements.

You have emoted: Eleanor's mind offers you what it can- you can feel that
actually, most of her memories are intact, if disconnected and scattered. What
you don't feel floating around are things like vocabulary, and acquired skills-
whether they're gone or just lost, you can't tell.



Slowly, Akaryuterra's mind begins an arduous process of embedding words among
memories. As he searches and encounters, even briefly, memories that flicker by,
he reaches out to them with his mind - extending to them handfuls of words.
Colors, like red and yellow, white and black, and sometimes orange begin to
coordinate with memories of him, along with words like love, adoration,
beautiful and handsome. "Words," echoes among memories, which declare themselves
as such. Words like wood, metal, home, cloth, book, bed, table, chair and more
begin to wind among memories of the house, of tailoring and of everyday life.
"Lustsexlove," the words echo in connected strings, followed by those such as
"passiontiedsofthard", bonding themselves to memories of the bedroom, of the
beach and a number of other intimate locations and occasions. As each word flows
among your memories, perhaps unknown to Akaryuterra, dimmer but intelligable
echoes of sibilant hiss, growling and more subtle vocalizations accompany them,
held in equivalent to his mind.


You have emoted: The various additions begin to take, attaching themselves and
forming structures like there used to be in her mind- from the haze in her head,
other fragments emerge as if called, joining the additions you made and
reconstructing parts of what there once was. As you work, though, you can feel
Eleanor's mind growing weary, even though she slumbers- the building of
everything back again is taking its toll on her, and in turn making things more
difficult for you.


Sensing the your mind's weariness, Akaryuterra eases himself to shallower, more
fleeting mental images, the passing glimpses offered in the outer edges of
thought. Still, several words echo, he attaches less of them, allowing them to
freely assosciate as his presence dwindles among your memories. The comforting
warmth instensifies, clouding thoughts and weariness with relaxed contentment.
Flickers of being huddled in bed, beneath sheets or embraced by wings. Tender
kisses and soft caresses dance among smiles and rarely, a giggle, or a moment of
delighted amusement.


You have emoted: Eleanor sighs again in her sleep, snuggling against your tail-
as you pull back, you can feel her beginning to wake, slowly, gently, enveloped
in tender emotions and fond feelings. Her mind lazily follows your retreat, but
at the same time you can feel that she might wake with a headache, thanks to all
the work that had gone on in her head while she slept. Whether or not she will
have the usual nosebleed remains to be seen.


Akaryuterra breaks away from your rising consciousness, rather than risk
startling you from a link as your waking mind realizes it. Gently, he eases your
thoughts and consciousness down to the depths it inhabited moments ago. As his
warmth of presence and the colors of emotion he emanated fade once more, he
delicately severs the last of is link to your mind. With that, he takes a deep
breath, rousing his body from the subdued synchronization with your own. As he
opens his eyes slowly, he glances down to your face, taking note of the blood
one it and the crimson trails that streak downward from it. With a concentrated
effort, he lifts his hand. With it, his blood flows in reverse, the smear on
your skin and the gently zig-zagging trails begin to congeal into a surprisingly
gelatinous tendril that extends from the wound in his palm. Before long, it
disappears into the wound, and the wound seals itself closed.


You have emoted: Eleanor groans softly under her breath- she stirs, nuzzling
your tail, and you can see a small drop of blood sitting in her nostril, likely
to drip when she sits up, which looks like it will be soon, judging by the way
her eyelids flutter. The breaking of the link seems not to have startled or
pained her at all, and she seems to be waking normally.



Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "Did you sleep well?"


You have emoted: Eleanor half-opens her eyes, blinking sleepily- she props
herself up, looking to you, and the drop of blood falls, making a crimson spot
on the white of your tail.


You murmur to Akaryuterra, "Znnh?"


Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "You were sleeping, I thought maybe you might like
company."

You have emoted: Eleanor reaches up to rub at her eye, and a second drop of
blood joins the first. "Oh," she mumbles, sitting properly upright.



Akaryuterra reaches forward to stroke your cheek lightly - using his thumb, he
smears the blood that trickles from your nose, disguising the motion as stroking
gently at the corner of your lip. "Oh," he says, with mild surprise in his
voice, "blood."


You have emoted: Eleanor blinks, leaning back to look at your hand. "Blood?" You
can still see hints of the confusion that had been a large part of her
expressions before, but it's not quite as intense.



Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I...I must have missed
a spot when washing."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Forgive me."

You say, "Why... is there blood... on you?"

You have emoted: Eleanor stumbles over her sentence, frowning at herself as she
picks out the right words for what she wants to ask.



Akaryuterra reaches down and digs into the pouch at his side. "I hunted before I
came home," he responds, his eyes and attention on the pouch at his side. From
it, he draws a piece of cloth, "Here, let me wipe it off for you."


You have emoted: Eleanor sits agreeably still, hands in her lap as she lets you
fuss over her- if she realises the blood is her own, she shows no sign of it.



Akaryuterra draws the piece of cloth across your upper lip, wiping it clean as
he can - clumsily, he drops the cloth and it lands on your shirt. "Damn," he
curses, reaching for it but failing to catch it.


You have emoted: Luckily, the cloth falls blood-side up on Eleanor's gown- she
carefully picks it up (a little clumsily, but well enough) and dabs at her lip
herself, glancing at it now and then to see the blood. "Is it..." she pauses,
brows drawing together, before finishing, "Away?"


Akaryuterra looks you in the eyes and then scans your face. "Yeah, it's gone,
yer clean."

You have emoted: Eleanor smiles at you- it lacks a little of the unrestrained
childish joy of earlier, but is no less sincere. "Ryotega," she says fondly,
holding her arms out for a hug.



Akaryuterra leans forward, spreading his arms - something glistens out of the
corner of your eye just before he wraps his arms around you.


You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her head, distracted by the glint she saw- still,
she leans into the hug, nestling her head beneath your chin. "What's that?" she
asks sleepily.



Akaryuterra asks, his voice muffled slightly, "What was what?" He continues to
hold you in his arms, but leans back to look you in the eye again. Now you see
it, a trickle of liquid down his cheek - a tear.


You have emoted: Eleanor frowns, reaching up to lightly touch your cheek. She
hesitates, clearly considering her words, before finally asking, "Why do you
cry?"



Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Been a while since I've
seen ya, y'know? I missed ya."

You have emoted: Eleanor strokes your cheek gently, still looking concerned.
"Was it that long? I can't tell."



Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "Sure as hell felt like it."

You have emoted: Eleanor leans up to you, pressing a soft kiss to your chin.
"I'm sorry," she murmurs, still caressing the side of your face.



Akaryuterra gives you a tight hug.

Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "I'm gettin' kinda tired, after huntin' an' shit."

You have emoted: Eleanor snuggles softly against you. "You will..." she trails
off, searching for the right word. She is quiet for several moments and you can
feel her growing a little distressed- finally, she settles for "...lie down
then?"



Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I was thinkin'a
restin'. D'ya want me ta lay down with ya fer a little bit first?"

You say, "...Rest. That's the word." She looks up at you, biting her lip gently.
"Please?"

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "C'mon then."

Akaryuterra slowly stands up and offers you a hand.


You have emoted: Eleanor stands as well- she looks a little unsteady though, and
as she straightens up she stumbles a little, falling against you softly.



You begin to follow Akaryuterra.


You follow Akaryuterra to the south.
A spacious bedroom.
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A large, fuzzy blanket lies here in soft folds. Dazzling the eye with intricate
weaves of blues and violets, a soft djeirani carpet covers the floor here. Laid
out here is a blanket of the night sky. A cheerfully-painted tin music box sits
here. A thick, grey, fur-lined robe lies here.
You see a single exit leading north(open).

Akaryuterra walks over to the bed and sits down. For a moment, he stares ahead,
at a featureless spot on the wall a he thinks. He soon shakes his head and lays
back, looking up to you.


You have emoted: Eleanor follows after you, a little uncoordinated but mostly
functioning as she should. It's clear that she saw your stare- she looks down at
you silently for a few moments before asking simply, "What?"



Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "I was just thinking."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Thinking about the next
time I will see you."

Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "And...how happy it will
make me."

Akaryuterra gives a small smile - it seems genuine.


You have emoted: Eleanor hops up onto the bed, nestling by your side. "Why
thinking that when... I am here?" She stops after her sentence, frowning and
well aware of its poor structure.


Historian, Akaryuterra Ryotega Junakutz-Lionheart says, "Oh, I do not know. It
just came to me is all."

Akaryuterra turns to face you now and throws an arm over you, he smiles again
but buries his snout in your neck for comfort.

You have emoted: Eleanor wraps her arms softly over you, holding you close- she
is silent, probably thinking, though it's impossible to tell about what.



Akaryuterra gives you a peck on the cheek.


You murmur to Akaryuterra, "I love you."


Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "I love you too, Ks'iasanya."

You reach out and gently caress Akaryuterra.

Akaryuterra gives you a tight hug.


You murmur to Akaryuterra, "Are you going to rest?"

Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "Yeah. I think I will."

Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "You tired too?"

You murmur to Akaryuterra, "Yeah... head is sore."

Akaryuterra murmurs to you, "Love ya."

Akaryuterra gives you a tight hug.

Akaryuterra grows still and his lips begin to move silently.

You wrap your arms gently around Akaryuterra and hold him close in a tight hug.

The deepening dusk yields to impenetrable darkness as night claims the land.

Akaryuterra is enveloped in translucent fire for a moment and is gone, his soul
safe until he returns to Aetolia.







And finally, to give this little time capsule some date reference:

(The Society): Osifer says, "Alpha Barborossa Nihm has just filled the vacant
position of Archon of Ashtan."

(The Society): Osifer says, "..it just keeps getting worse."