Midnight Manor

 

Boztin

Professor Morlordyn

                                                                             
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Witchwyrd 

                                                                                                                                                                             

Archo Stein

                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

Mosquund Death Chanter

Dancing in the dark and other things

 Sorcha walked down the street to the park by St. Cecilia's. It was clear and warm. Dawn just over an hour away. Reaching the park she drew her blade. Light from the cresset by the doorway of St. Cecilia's across the street gleamed on the silken steel blade. "She should have a name" Sorcha mused twirling the blade faster, the Music just out of reach at the periphery of her consciousness. 

She stopped suddenly. Dipping into her magik pool she sharpened her blade beyond razor. Then she started to dance. Smooth and fluid, blade keeping time. Inspiration hit and she cast one of the new spells. Gesturing with her left hand and whispering "festinare" as she danced, suddenly she was moving faster than she had ever done before. Swifter than a deer she moved. The movements swifter than a river at flood.

Half a minute later, maybe more it was gone leaving her with a thin sheen of sweat on her face. All the while the Music, that beautiful Music was just out of reach. She could FEEL it, just not touch it like Aubrey. 

"I'm just not in the right family" she said musingly.  Family. That word brought a jumble of thoughts. All wibbly wobbly and interconnected. Her mom in a castle on another plane. Her dad off doing.... things. It was going to be impossible to reunite them. "Maybe I'll start my own" she smiled into the air.

Her smile faded as she looked at St. Cecilia's. Where they had Alizar's funeral. "Alizar" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry". Tears were coming. Alizar was gone because of her. "Poor Percy" she stopped suddenly and smiled. "Percival Von Somenheim. Sorry you're alone now."

The winds, her winds, were whipping up. She slowed her breathing and they calmed. So many things happened. The mine, Alizar dying, Davis captured, people massacred in front of her, plague shadows.... and the Kyton.

Shivers ran down her spine. Tibar freed her from the mental slavery the Kyton had shackled her with, but it still haunted her. It would always be in her head she feared. Like cobwebs in the dark corners of an attic. 

Things are changing rapidly: Tibar. Another member of the Stativarious family. "He's definitely loved by his god. I shall have to look into that more. Lots of anger there, though."

"And I'm back to family" she thought with a wry smile. Looking to the sky she noticed that telltale lightening in the east that heralded daybreak. Sheathing her sword Sorcha turned her steps towards Mama June's Bakery. "I'll surprise everyone with fresh croissants for breakfast" she smiled.