A pale ice blue hand reached to the shimmering doors briefly, tugging it gently. Yep, it was locked. The necklace felt heavier than ever now that the two were at the very building it could open. It was easier to just be slightly uncomfortable with it when the doctor thought it would never be used for its original purpose. "It's okay to hate them." That was a surprise, lightening voice speaking in such a gentle and calm voice. With a flash of light the calm spirits form took shape nearby. It was a surprise to hear those words from the calm and honor bound figure. Wind always seemed wild and fae like, going with their own whims. But lightening? A calm person that understood facts and pages better than emotions, perfectly balanced by his wife. As if on cue, the well figured woman appeared next to her husband. Omaras let out a sigh before removing the key from his neck. "She tried to protect me grandfather, even if she tried to kill me. She was just doing her best as a mighty king." 'Even if the key was originally meant to bring in my corpse.' His mind finished quietly, not wanting to sully his family with his impure thoughts. How could one small object feel so weighty? More than ever, it felt so heavy on his heart. A long time ago didn't she say to use this key once he was ready to leave his mother? That they would purify him here in this castle, make him 'worthy'. His soul would have fallen into pieces from that back then and they knew it. The pause in motions was broken once the tears from his face became noticed by him through falling on the key. A shaking hand reaffirmed its grip before sticking it into the lock. With only a turn of the delicate looking item the gate was unlocked.
It would be harder the next time to remove it from the throat, thus the west fiore trading company member placed it in his vest. A sound from fire, a strong stomp with one of her feet meant to get his attention. Deep sapphire eyes glanced to look at her, only to watch the parental figure tug the top of her robe down enough to flash her neck. There were brutal scars there that a holy pacifistic spirit meant for temples just shouldn't have, yet there it existed. Those were marks he knew well, just as the young looking man knew what this silent gesture meant. It was a suggestion about his relationship to the dead family that they had come to help avoid the desecration of, and possibly even help the bodies become part of nature again. He wanted to give them respect, but she didn't think they deserved that. "It's not like that." Those words were not as firm as he would have liked them to have been, quieter than was comfortable for the man. The mixed blood didn't want to admit that what the fallen king had done to him was the start of the cause for the loss of his voice. To admit that would be the same as saying that she hurt him a great deal. The fact was that she had, her legal maneuvering to try to find a just reason to kill him had remained like a deep scar on the soul. She taught him that tears could get someone to look at you like a beast waiting to strike. Shouting and strong voices were a cause and reason to strike, one step closer to death. It was easier to blame the loss of his voice entirely on the damage his soul had suffered.
It was easier to blame the quietness he still had about feelings and issues on what that group of murderers had done thousands of years ago. The fact was that experience with them did affect him, but that didn't mean it was the very beginning in understanding how unfair the world could be. The love the half demon had for their father figure didn't change the reason the two were able to meet in the first place, nor why. It wasn't the last attempt on him either, merely the first. The west fiore trading company member took a deep breath before pushing the gate open and walking in. It was hard to not notice his dead great aunt. 'breathe, stay calm, leave the tears for later, all of this mess.' Try not to loose yourself, reconnect into the conversation. Victoria was being very kind, he had to try his best too. Don't become lost in despair, submerge in the topics instead. Think of the plants and land, the endless white. That was a wonderful and calming thought, despite being so close to the draconian corpse that had a few patches of skin missing. Most of the skin patches missing were next to the body, along with a few tools. There were no grave robbers near it, only the damning proof that the unwelcome visitors were up to no good. "I know my home land may look like a cold wasteland, but before it was shattered apart and sunk to the bottom of the ocean? It was most well known for its over abundance in it's medicinal plants. This land is holy, there's white plants everywhere, blending into the white snow along with the animals and insects. As for the mountains? They're natural features, the black and white ones were just illegal to enter if you weren't given the okay, or part of their respective groups.
The gold mountains was where Most nobility and high class had their homes built. The silver mountains where open to anyone. It's where most people went to learn about all the medicines in the country, the affects those have on different races in the land, or how to deal with different forms of demonic possessions. It also held most of the books in the kingdom." It was nice to think about. It would be amazing to see the silver mountains, he had heard so many amazing things about the information kept there. Never having been there in a way that could be remembered all that well, the man wasn't sure what to expect if it was still there. Of course that lead to the reminder that he really had no idea how much of the land was actually left. But, now they were back to a topic that was personal to his friend. What would cause her to loose her memories? There were enough possibilities that he wouldn't even bring it up. There was no point in information that wont help point in any direction. "Thinking of the possibilities of a truth you don't know can be terrifying, but I think not knowing or being able to face it is worse. It leaves you with a formless darkness that could be a friend, foe, or neither. Bit by bit, it creeps in as the years go by. At least with a blood test it would be more answers than you currently have right now."
The Blood of death kept me breathing. From that fluid birthed a new rhythm.
My Total: 10,537
Group Total: 17,610