Leonaess Dawnbinder

These Hands of Mine

How long she had been staring at her hands was uncertain but lengthy were the shadows she recalled crawling behind her; looming reminders of what could happen if all light was snuffed out. Fingers flexed, slender and pale extensions of herself that were a seeming collection of digits to be held in delicate regard.

But how foolish is the person who makes rash assumptions?

Drawing from her cocoon, shoulders drew back to straighten spine as if wings might sprout. Exhaling a shuddery breath Leonaess shifted from where she had sat quiet in a curtained alcove, shielded from the rest of the library and outside was a view of the thick, mist wreathed forest that surrounded Darkwood Village. Often she wondered if Gilneans secretly brought the fog with them but such silly notions held little comfort and once more bright eyes drifted to her palmy ire before finally moving like a breeze towards the main study. There was a pause however as sights spotted two boxes that had been settled on the public writing desk and drawing nearer she noticed that one held her name - the other belonged to Cassimir. Taking the surprise present, it was opened up to reveal a beautiful bit of glass where within a flower was frozen eternal. Instantly it was tied about swan neck where it rested slightly higher up in choker-esque fashion and blended beautifully with the already worn eloquent chain where a opalescent stone glittered.

Pads of sensitive fingertips traced over each cherished treasure, looking towards the scrawled note and who the gifter had been. Though a smile found itself hard to come by, an excited warmth bled into eyes as the design for a gift started to form. In a jubilant jolt that she was often plagued with experiencing, she bounded towards the loft intending to tell Cassimir but instead of finding the archivist feverishly poured over some sacred text he was lounging in bed with spectacles half slouched down that proud nose. A book lay open with dexterous digits curled loosely to the cover but as slumber had claimed the sable haired elf, it threatened to slip.

It came without her realizing it had ever been hiding, the ray of a smile behind cloudy thoughts that started to clear. Feet skipped to bring the aureate haired sylph closer, settling in a momentary sit at the edge of his bed where gaze drank in the moment of untroubled bliss that settled over the lordling’s handsome features. Having met his father only once and never his mother, she could tell without a doubt that she wouldn’t even need to see a picture in order to know that the son strongly resembled his sire.

A terrible hand lifted, those questing digits shaking as carefully a tendril of inky black was brushed from where it fell before her dearest companion’s face. Ever mindful of the fear that might have still lingered in his mind when it came to the dread of tapered fingers, that smile faded as that barb was still lodged and rising she found a reason to keep herself from worrying it into a painful swelter by drawing the blanket up to swallow Cassimir in enveloping comfort. Leafing the book it was set on the nightstand ( sneakily leaflets for housing hands were snuck in for their exploration the following day to find her the perfect home ).

Blowing the candle out the energy cleanser drifted back downstairs where she didn’t pack as intended as she was a creature who liked order but only at certain times of the day. The night was for misty thoughts and sparked creativity. The edge of vibrant eyes were tinged with violet that was reflected in the crystals at her waist, the suspended things wrapped in colorful ribbon drifted as if held up by an invisible thread as the aura reader glided towards her alchemical station set up in a corner of the kitchen.

Grabbing a quill, a whispered incantation invoked a twisted arcane to answering and it started to work the utensil. Drawn  out in lavender linework a schematic appeared for what looked to be a prosthetic not of the usual sort.