It had been a week or so since her blood lust fuelled destruction of the holy castle and the pink haired goddess had been considering her next move since then. There was no doubt that Eyal would soon come after her after she had destroyed his precious little scheme but she was uncertain about just when and when and where. Usually there was a sign of some sort and yet she had yet to discover one. There had been no response at all from him yet, which was equally baffling and frustrating at the same time. He was a volatile god and was quite similar to Valara in temperament. Both loved the thrill and ecstasy of combat and allowed their emotions to dictate their actions. Sarisha had actually wondered if the two had ever been intimate but her godly partner had quickly shut that down, instilling a very vivid picture of what she would do, the next time they met. It caused a smile to cross Sarisha's face and she was still chuckling as she entered through the gates of Hargeon Town, heading in the direction of a certain house, hoping that the daft old bat who lived there was still alive. Sarisha had met her before and actually one of her earliest jobs involved the old woman. That was only shortly after Sarisha and Valara had bonded, before their personalties had begun to merge.
The town did not seem as friendly as before and she had a feeling that the guards were just a little hesitant as they gazed at her. It was no great surprise to her and the look she gave them in return was filled with distaste. Wherever she went, violence always seemed to follow and she supposed that her reputation was starting to spread. It did not bother her in the least of course, as the views of most mortals meant nothing to her. They could stare at her all they liked but if they made a move then she would swiftly end them in a moment. The events at Lavanitir had turned her sour against the law and it would not tale much for her to turn hostile against those who tried to enforce it. Her capture still sent waves of hatred through her and she still had the burns from those god forsaken ropes. She had promised herself that if she ever found herself in the presence of the of the Magic Council then she would rip them to pieces.
Her task today though was not actually violent in nature but instead a search for information. The old woman that she sought had been quite knowledgeable when it came to deities and Sarisha, for once, was actually willing to ask someone else for help. They had gotten along quite well although it had been some time since they had last met and the goddess was unsure if the woman would even help her. Would she be willing to help a blood lust driven lunatic without having to be threatened or intimidated? The pinkette actually was reluctant to use such methods in that case because she knew just how stubborn the old cow was and if she pushed her too far, then the old girl might croak on the spot, leaving the goddess with nothing.
Reaching the house, Sarisha rapped heavily on the door and after about twenty seconds or so, the door opened to reveal a white haired elderly woman, skewering the mage with a cold look. Clearly, she was well aware of the goddesses actions, however, rather than turn her away, the old woman beckoned Sarisha inside, an invitation that was swiftly taken. The pair made their way to the living room, where they both then sat.
"You have a bloody nerve coming here after all the violent crap that you have been up too," Miss Elisson snapped, "What in the hell is wrong with you?"
"Well, hello to you too," Sarisha quipped in response, amused with the old bat's attitude for now, "I have been busy as I am sure you have heard. Life has not been easy since I bonded with Valara, as I am sure you know. Things have changed."
"What you mean is that you are now just as twisted and violent as that witch is!" The old woman retorted, "You have fallen so far in to her clutches that you are unable to split yourself from her. I should never have let you leave the first time but I trusted that you would be able to control her, I was clearly wrong."
"Her clutches?" Sarisha countered, "I am not in her clutches and she is not in mine. We are one of the same and we are both happy with the arrangement. You speak as though I am just a puppet but that is not even remotely true. We are much closer than that now."
"Tch, call it what you want but you have definitely changed for the worse," came the annoyed response from the old woman, "Now, what do you want? Am I the next victim on your list? Are you going around killing all those that you have met and let live?"
"Actually," Sarisha replied, starting to lose her cool, "I was hoping that you knew of how I could speak to Valara face to face. When I visited the holy castle, it spoke of a ritual where it was possible for me to do so but I do not have the skill to do it. I know that you are long retired but do you know of this?"
Miss Elisson sat in silence for a while after that, pondering to herself about what course to take. Should she help this possessed woman or not? Should she call the guards instead? There were many options that she could choose from in that moment but in the end, her true nature rose to the surface. She would help the girl, in the hopes that perhaps she could be saved from her nightmare.
"Yes," she said eventually, "It is a form of trance where you would be able to travel in to your own mind and speak with this witch of yours. I have no idea how long that you would be able to talk for nor do I know the specifics of this but you should have some time together. I have to ask though, why do you want to do this? You can already feel her inside your mind and body so why would you want to take this kind of step?"
"I want to look her in the eye and know where we stand," Sarisha answered, "The way we feel about each other is something that I cannot express the way we are now, I need to be able to..."
"You love her," Miss Elisson answered, cutting Sarisha off, "I suppose that I was wrong about calling you a puppet then. If you honestly feel that way for her then I will use what is left of my magic to perform this ritual. It has been a long time since I have used any magic at all and I doubt I will be able to be able to channel it for long but I will try. Come over here and lay on this sofa."
Nodding her head, the pinkette stood up and followed the old woman's instructions, laying down on the sofa. It was a massive piece of furniture and even the six foot pinkette felt quite small. The elderly woman in the mean time knelt beside her head, resulting in a position where Sarisha was looking up at her. Miss Elisson then placed one hand on each side of Sarisha's head and began to channel her magic through them.
"I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes," the old woman commanded.
"You're not going to take advantage, are you?" Sarisha replied, looking more comfortable than she felt.
"Shut up and do as I say," came the response in an almost Sarisha like manner.
Sarisha gave the woman a long, hard look, before closing her eyes and letting the ritual do its work.
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The town did not seem as friendly as before and she had a feeling that the guards were just a little hesitant as they gazed at her. It was no great surprise to her and the look she gave them in return was filled with distaste. Wherever she went, violence always seemed to follow and she supposed that her reputation was starting to spread. It did not bother her in the least of course, as the views of most mortals meant nothing to her. They could stare at her all they liked but if they made a move then she would swiftly end them in a moment. The events at Lavanitir had turned her sour against the law and it would not tale much for her to turn hostile against those who tried to enforce it. Her capture still sent waves of hatred through her and she still had the burns from those god forsaken ropes. She had promised herself that if she ever found herself in the presence of the of the Magic Council then she would rip them to pieces.
Her task today though was not actually violent in nature but instead a search for information. The old woman that she sought had been quite knowledgeable when it came to deities and Sarisha, for once, was actually willing to ask someone else for help. They had gotten along quite well although it had been some time since they had last met and the goddess was unsure if the woman would even help her. Would she be willing to help a blood lust driven lunatic without having to be threatened or intimidated? The pinkette actually was reluctant to use such methods in that case because she knew just how stubborn the old cow was and if she pushed her too far, then the old girl might croak on the spot, leaving the goddess with nothing.
Reaching the house, Sarisha rapped heavily on the door and after about twenty seconds or so, the door opened to reveal a white haired elderly woman, skewering the mage with a cold look. Clearly, she was well aware of the goddesses actions, however, rather than turn her away, the old woman beckoned Sarisha inside, an invitation that was swiftly taken. The pair made their way to the living room, where they both then sat.
"You have a bloody nerve coming here after all the violent crap that you have been up too," Miss Elisson snapped, "What in the hell is wrong with you?"
"Well, hello to you too," Sarisha quipped in response, amused with the old bat's attitude for now, "I have been busy as I am sure you have heard. Life has not been easy since I bonded with Valara, as I am sure you know. Things have changed."
"What you mean is that you are now just as twisted and violent as that witch is!" The old woman retorted, "You have fallen so far in to her clutches that you are unable to split yourself from her. I should never have let you leave the first time but I trusted that you would be able to control her, I was clearly wrong."
"Her clutches?" Sarisha countered, "I am not in her clutches and she is not in mine. We are one of the same and we are both happy with the arrangement. You speak as though I am just a puppet but that is not even remotely true. We are much closer than that now."
"Tch, call it what you want but you have definitely changed for the worse," came the annoyed response from the old woman, "Now, what do you want? Am I the next victim on your list? Are you going around killing all those that you have met and let live?"
"Actually," Sarisha replied, starting to lose her cool, "I was hoping that you knew of how I could speak to Valara face to face. When I visited the holy castle, it spoke of a ritual where it was possible for me to do so but I do not have the skill to do it. I know that you are long retired but do you know of this?"
Miss Elisson sat in silence for a while after that, pondering to herself about what course to take. Should she help this possessed woman or not? Should she call the guards instead? There were many options that she could choose from in that moment but in the end, her true nature rose to the surface. She would help the girl, in the hopes that perhaps she could be saved from her nightmare.
"Yes," she said eventually, "It is a form of trance where you would be able to travel in to your own mind and speak with this witch of yours. I have no idea how long that you would be able to talk for nor do I know the specifics of this but you should have some time together. I have to ask though, why do you want to do this? You can already feel her inside your mind and body so why would you want to take this kind of step?"
"I want to look her in the eye and know where we stand," Sarisha answered, "The way we feel about each other is something that I cannot express the way we are now, I need to be able to..."
"You love her," Miss Elisson answered, cutting Sarisha off, "I suppose that I was wrong about calling you a puppet then. If you honestly feel that way for her then I will use what is left of my magic to perform this ritual. It has been a long time since I have used any magic at all and I doubt I will be able to be able to channel it for long but I will try. Come over here and lay on this sofa."
Nodding her head, the pinkette stood up and followed the old woman's instructions, laying down on the sofa. It was a massive piece of furniture and even the six foot pinkette felt quite small. The elderly woman in the mean time knelt beside her head, resulting in a position where Sarisha was looking up at her. Miss Elisson then placed one hand on each side of Sarisha's head and began to channel her magic through them.
"I want you to take a deep breath and close your eyes," the old woman commanded.
"You're not going to take advantage, are you?" Sarisha replied, looking more comfortable than she felt.
"Shut up and do as I say," came the response in an almost Sarisha like manner.
Sarisha gave the woman a long, hard look, before closing her eyes and letting the ritual do its work.
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