Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180516031104

She can't help it. A smile, bright and fanged, emerges on Tirush's face, rising like the sun.

"And here, among the rocks, a blossom."

She puts her hands on her hips, not as a sign of defiance or carelessness, but instead showing that she is relaxed enough to not have her wings at the ready. Her voice is easy, but still carries a hint of spirit, as the one in front of her has shown her respect.

"You will forgive me if I do not bow, shadow of the moon.  To one man only will I ever, and only he.  I instead give you this, and may the eyes of your deep heart not find it wanting."

She cups her hands, and breathes in, placing them to her mouth. She whispers her true name.

There is a sound like a muted thunderclap. Dust kicks up and old pottery rattles as the small shockwave shakes the room for a brief second. Carrying something glowing in one hand, she steps to the hearthstone, and presses her palm into it. The stone melts and sizzles, falling in bright red gobbets to the fire pit below. She pulls her hand away, and there, in living fire, is her true name, the mark of her power from her lineage.



Tir'Ush. Of Ker'Ush. Of Tir'Ell.

She steps back and, admiring her handiwork for a moment, out her hands back on her hips in a satisfied way as she looks back to Barnabus.

"I promise no thu'um, but what I have given.  What else you would ask of me, I shall answer in words, though there are many I do not know."