So the story goes.

this is fact not fiction, should have held them in your lungs.
the words I said are spinning, reeling; your wide-eyed dreams weigh a ton.

The sigh sinks her heart further into her chest.  Roscorro did not know the land she sought out.  Disappointment swelled within, but did not escape from her face or posture.  She calmly continued walking, simply nodding in acknowledgement of his answer.  She landed in the Rift, but perhaps natives might have a better idea of where they were in Loorien.

My parents had sought a way to be rid of me.

The statement would have shocked Taivas, if the knowledge she had already gained about Roscorro's home did not already point to this notion.  If the Gods were willing to curse their children, it was little wonder the birth parents did not feel the same instinctual desire to care and rear their own.  When raised in a culture that bleeds hatred, you become consumed by it.  The starry-eyed maiden was frankly glad they had cast aside this boy, for his heart seemed soft and pure.  "You are better off without them," she said in response.  Her voice was quiet, like a soft spring breeze cutting the chill of the frost around them.

The drop in temperature from her companion is noticed, but immediately after, a larger chill settles in.

A cacophony of laughter erupts from the air around Taivas.  Her movement halts completely, muscles tense and joints lock in terror as the malicious glee unfolds.  The lights, what were before just neon eyes and shapes in the distance, grow into huge colorful pyres, collapsing on her frame.  Winter tears its way into her skin, through her bones, touching the essence of her soul for the briefest of moments as the laughter becomes louder.

Shutting her eye lids fast and tight, the lights continue to waver and dance through the thin flesh for a moment.

Then, suddenly, a silence settles in.

Her ears flicker rapidly in every direction, trying to find the source of the dissipates laughter but finding nothing.  The cold slowly leaves her body, but the sensation of being watched remains.

When her eyes open she sees the soft, pale glow of moonlight radiating from her flesh still.  Concentrating on the earth below, Taivas calls upon a spirit.  A soft, blue light twists from the ground and dances freely in the air for a moment.  A face appears in the ethereal cloud she had summoned briefly before disappearing.  The girl lets loose a sigh of relief and the spirit wriggles happily back down to sleep.

So, the connection to the spirits was not shattered by whatever devil touched her heart.

"Are you alright?  Did they come for you, as well?"

""

taivas.

@Roscorro