The shadows gave her no warmth as she wandered aimlessly down the timeworn path of the Western Plaguelands, away from the Hold and away from the harsh light that dared to shine upon her at this hour. With only a single, pulsing rune to keep her power controlled, the moments of happiness that had come so readily now slipped through her fingers like fine Tanaris sand. It was because of this that she took to the only path she knew that could hold shade despite the brilliance of Elunaria. She found solace in neither the openness of the day or the cold respite of night. Yet, still, her now muddy soles carried her in one direction, and then another, until she collapsed into the underbrush, and let the darkness take her.

She was weightless for a moment, waiting for the incorporeal moment to pass. It didn’t. In past practice, she was able to maintain control and some semblance of structure to her as she learned to step through the void and come out the other side in one piece. But this sensation was something that happened only when her heart was too heavy to remain inside her body. Her consciousness was aware of the lingering darkness that writhed its way to her presence, and slowly enveloped her. She thought of the infant she cared for, saved from the elements and given a name, a place in her heart, just like every other ward given to her at the Orphanage. She sang from a place deep within, every note and syllable bringing love from her to the child as it would drift to sleep in her arms. Just as he had done so many, many years ago….

Something suddenly itched in her soul. With the sorrow taking hold of her for so long, she wasn’t even sure it was still the same day, but the ache within was timeless. Pride was bidding her back. At first, she wanted to resist. She wanted to be in love with her sorrow for just a little longer. But the part that He held snapped her consciousness back from the shallows of the Void like a whip over the flank of a horse. She felt herself coming together, the shadows falling away as scrap cloth on a tattered cloak as she stood up and found her footing. Unfamiliar with these woods, she simply let her hands spell the incantation, twisting her fingers and wrists until the wavering edge of reality began to eat itself. It was here she pressed her hand through until the gaping chasm of the void tore large enough to take her whole. And once she had stepped through it sealed up perfectly behind her. “I’m coming,” she thought and sped through the abyss.

Hours later, Evienne was composed and determined; putting her original duties to the side, she set about to a more personal matter for the moment. She had locked herself in her personal room, hidden away in a place where only she or Pride could locate her. By request, a shambling skeleton with a frightened stance kept watching over her door, just in case. Sitting at her vanity, she took her luxurious scribing pen in hand and pressed the head to paper until the black ink ran free. Without a second thought, she scratched a quick letter to someone she needed to speak with.

“Darksunder,

She is safe. Speak with me soon.
~Evienne”

Coral lips pursed as she blew across the parchment, leaving little droplets of ink from the I’s and periods to skitter up across the page; She cared little for perfect penmanship at this point. As the ink finally set, she folded the parchment three times and sealed the letter with a bit of shimmering golden wax. Turning to stare with swirling galaxies at her reflection, she muttered an eldritch invocation that allowed the letter to be consumed and sent to its intended destination without the need for ravens or postage tax.
The weight of the ordeal finally lifted itself off of her shoulders, and she was drawn to her bed to collapse, where she found respite in the darkness of her dreams.

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