forum Kingdom of Spirits (4/4) (CLOSED)

Started July 01, 2019 by @ShadeStar

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“Javier,” he added quieter into the conversation, “My name’s Javier, by the way.” He took a step closer to Aureole, “So I’m going with you?”

Cicada called out to them. She could feel the time passing and they still had things to talk about with the guards ears, "Y'all done with your chit chat?"

"Shut up," Aureole called to Cicada before turning to Javier. "Let's find that watch."

"Make me," Cicada snapped back at her. She wanted to talk, and not listen.

Aureole turned and glared. "Don't make an idiot of yourself, please," she answered carefully before exiting the room.

"Can't be more of an idiot than you people are," Cicada muttered to herself as she leaned back against the wall.

Nathaniel loosed a breath, pouring every drop of stress and confusion into it. His hand fidgeted, wanting to grip something for support, and it was oddly uncomfortable to hover over another while she was already in a cell. Sighing to himself, he cautiously lowered himself onto the cold and probably grimy ground.

Cicada watched as the elf lowered himself and sat on the ground. She gave him a weird look, “Just because I’m forced to sit down here, doesn’t mean you have to.”

“I’ll position my own body however I want,” he shot back, rather aggravated. His face dropped into his hands. He knew better than to let emotions get the better of him. He needed to stay in check. Nevertheless, he didn’t apologize.

Cicada raised her hands, only to drop them fairly quickly, "Oka. Okay. I got it. You're grumpy. So we need a plan I guess?"

“I guess, yeah.” A child-like helplessness shone on his face. “I can vouch for your innocence but that’s about it.” He racked his exhausted mind for ideas, running in useless circles. So many circles.

"Yeah," Cicada let out a sigh, "Wait. You did you ever see my hair before the Everflame was stolen?"

He squinted his eyes. “Your… hair?” His hand traced circles as he eyed Cada’s hair, now. “I think it was fiery red. Is it duller?”

"Yep," Cicada let out a sigh, "It's browner and I hate it. I haven't had brown hair since I was what? 10 I think?"

Nathaniel adjusted his shoulders, still not accustomed to the cold absence at his back. “You…,” he searched wildly for an explanation. “Your hair just changes to brown when the Everflame is stolen?”

Cicada let out a laugh and moved so her right eye was showing. The eye itself was a chocolate brown will the skin surrounding it had a single flame marking that shimmered and seem to move in the light. It bared a striking resemblance to the very Everflame that had been stolen, "Sort of. It's more my magic is tied directly to the Everflame and since the Everflame was taken. My magic has been reduced to whatever I had naturally."

His eyebrows jumped up as he let out a low whistle. A thought whispered by, wondering if the other three spirits were tied directly to someone's magic. "Do you know why?" he asked skeptically, impressed nevertheless. "And more pressingly,"–his eyes darkened–"why did they want the Everflame?"

(…I'VE BEEN FOUND OUT)

"I don't know why," Cicada told him. She let out a sigh, "Have you ever heard the legends of the North? Because those tell you why."

(heh)

"Have you?" he asked. His shoulders loosened and an easy grin danced on his face. "Because you should know the reason why, if you know the legends. According to you, of course." Nathaniel shook his head, trying not to lose himself in his own words.

“I have,” a little smirk danced on Cicada’s face. She attempted to straighten up slightly her body still aching in pain, “And I do know the reason why, but do you?”

He basked in the glory of finally learning something about Cicada. "Why would I?" he countered, resting his hands behind him. "Would you care to tell?"

"Why should I?" Cicada countered back. Her smirk grew a little bit before she took a slight breath and said, "But I will anyway. The people of of the north, otherwise known as the kingdom of Heilig, and a few groups with in our kingdom believe that the royal family of Heilig are the rightful owners of all four spirits and that our king stole the spirits from them when the spirits first came to be. Considering it was the prince of Heilig that took the Everflame, I think that explains itself."

Nathaniel exhaled. "Did you plan on just… withholding information until tomorrow? For the love of the Everflame - quite literally - this is vital." Slowly the elf sunk deeper into thought, gaze sharpening. "Shouldn't the king know about this, too?" His head snapped around, searching the bare surrounding area, void of guards.