Reiven looked at her own reflection on the mirror. No scars, no age lines, nothing from the past years… “Nothing” she thought and her looks fell down to her palm where she can still see the thin line of the cut. It was healing fast and she knew it will disappear soon enough.
“What about Daelith?” she wondered remembering his scratched and marred face. And tried to imagine how much he must have been suffer to carry those marks. Her thoughts drifted into the dusts of a dream. The last dream she has seen before Teremonth took the sword. She was again standing in that cave.
Remembered smelling the dust like if it was not just a dream.
Felt the hard and cold surfaces of the cave walls under her fingertips..
And Daelith was there… Standing still where he had fallen…
Although his uniform was worn out, it still has the darkest tone of black…
She remembered seeing his face full of burns, remembered the way how his lips were fold with pain.
Heard him calling her name… helpless… desperate…
Daelith extended his hands and Reiven saw them bleeding yet the blood kept disappearing within a smoke before reaching the ground.
“Come to me…” he said reaching out his bloody hands in an invite but Reiven remembered how his cruel face was expressionless.
She could still hear the soft hissing of his voice and remembered him asking if she came to share his pain..
“He must be restless still” thought Reiven with a deep sadness.
She recalled his words once again..
“Too bright” he told her “too bright for me to hide my soul. To me… who cursed twice.. who died with the blood of his father on his hands…”
Reiven remembered him crying… Remembered telling him words to bring a bit of peace in vain..
Recalled his warning when he saw the sword before dragged and disappeared into the light
“Steel… Fire..” he said “be aware from the steel… be aware from it…”
And now she thought bitterly, the sword was lost as well with Turuviel, probably alone in the wilds, hiding. Her troubled looks were restless and thoughts were away with Turuviel, still her hands kept moving and continued putting a few more hairclips to be able to keep her rebellious hairs as a whole. “I can do that” she thought “Just for a few more hours I should keep my serenity. Then I have a chance to speak with Lord Anglachelm.”
