[ Her eyes widen, and her hair stirs as if a cyclone of wind has stirred up around her. She can feel it, like bubbles in lungs, rising, the taste of soap in her mouth. Her heart beats a million miles an hour. Faerie magic rustling in her veins, through her thoughts. The creature has been wronged, betrayed, in the face of all true fae pacts and she-- She is beholden to avenge. ]
Yes.
[ She gulps it out. There is no other word to say, her tongue will not allow it, and before she knows what she is doing she has bitten into her hand, almost a spasmodic gesture.
Blood promise from a blood witch.
As the drops encircle Kaevyn in his jar, the pressure in her lungs begins to recede. Her eyes refocusing.
But she is bound. ]
Yes... [ A whisper, exhausted from the possession. ] I promise.
[ There is a little perk in how he lifts his head. Faeries should not blink, yet there is the sense of that in his features, bug-like eyes locked on the witch. A promise will not be taken lightly by those of magic, no matter how deceitful they may be. ]
A blood promise?
[ Truly, she cannot escape this, now. ]
Then I will remain quiet, and listen to you, for the night.
[ Still breathless she says nothing for a long moment. She had known, always, that dealing so closely with the faeries in the woods would have consequences, but with the House so barren she had not cared and she had sought their comfort all the same. Laid down and dreamt in their fields, danced in their halls in her dreams, ate their berries, drank their wine, kissed their lords and ladies. She had known, but she had hoped...
She had hoped it would not be like this. That it would not interfere with the matters of the House, but what other business was there to meddle with? This tomb was her life.
[ Surprised, his gaze drifts up to where the bottle had enclosed him. There's a moment of doubt, but small hands climb up and away, until his wings have enough room to buzz and lifts his feet off any solid ground. ]
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Yes.
[ She gulps it out. There is no other word to say, her tongue will not allow it, and before she knows what she is doing she has bitten into her hand, almost a spasmodic gesture.
Blood promise from a blood witch.
As the drops encircle Kaevyn in his jar, the pressure in her lungs begins to recede. Her eyes refocusing.
But she is bound. ]
Yes... [ A whisper, exhausted from the possession. ] I promise.
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A blood promise?
[ Truly, she cannot escape this, now. ]
Then I will remain quiet, and listen to you, for the night.
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She had hoped it would not be like this. That it would not interfere with the matters of the House, but what other business was there to meddle with? This tomb was her life.
She wipes the blood from her lower lip.
And then she reaches out and open Kaevyn's jar. ]
You may be free here in my quarters.
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You are strangely giving. This confuses me.
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There's nowhere else for you to go, you will never leave the mountains alive on your own.
[ Just in case you forgot she was a witch. ]
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[ Which, safe to say... was everything. ]