by jadewik » April 19th, 2007, 8:05 pm
The feeling of another in her mind made Ebon-Ashe shiver. She disliked the feeling of her thoughts being privy to someone else. Being an elf, people automatically assumed she was gifted at magic, but her past choices had caused such knowledge to evade her grasp. Still, her agile hands and nimble fingers weren't human and that, along with inherited agility and quick reflexes, gave the elf an edge over others she wouldn't generally have. Thus, while she WAS born of a magical race and could use magic, Ebon-Ashe chose not to because she, well... couldn't... use magic or at least wouldn't know to replicate it if she did use magic. However innate her magical abilities were, she could still recognize it and interpret such forms as communication and thus knew what purpose it served when Lemac entered her thoughts.
Lemac's gentle prying was something Ebon hadn't felt since Azrael Nightstar had fled Titan to take care of things in his homeland on Artrisia or wherever he came from. The two (Az and Ebon) had something of a fond hatred and respect for one another and since Az had left, there really wasn't any reason for anyone -- including her husband, Curulan-- to prod her mind.
The kiss she knew was requisite of the old Lemac. Some things never change, she mused to herself. Other things... changed drastically.
Ebon knowingly avoided comment on Lemac's swollen abdomen instead diverting her interest to her drink as she swirled its unmarred contents before finally answering Lemac's question about the goings on in Titan since the departure of several prominent members of the Clan.
"Suprisingly, Nothing of much interest has happened since your last visit."
The truth was a bit disparaging, but Ebon's view of excitement and interest generally included war, strife, espionage, and intregue... nothing of which had happened since Lemac's last visit.
"We did have a slew of new members come in. The annoying sot who went by Carzal came and went. A couple other prudish clansmen found there homes elsewhere. I was also poisoned and my fate held in the balance," a plot she mused was never finished, "and aparently the naive and air-headed carn has continued to bore the world with her prattle." Ebon gestured to the now snoring elf laying in a puddle of her own drool.
"Nothing has changed."
The statement was short, blunt, and definately indicated the certain lack of action (much to Ebon's chagrin) in the clan lately.
"I don't even have anyone new to insult and the usual crowd is getting borish."
She was brooding in her wine today and paused to take a sip of the blood red liquid.
"I hope to high heaven, even, that you have something mildly EXCITING... some wild and violent task to impart upon me. Tell me what's on your mind, Lemac? Please."
Ebon eagerly awaited what news Lemac might share with her. Her eyes were already glistening with anticipation.