"I am certain you can handle it."He informed her knowing that wasn't an issue. Listening to her shift this whole conversation back on him, he supposed she still didn't have answers to what exactly she wanted to do or how she felt on the matter. He shook his head a little bit at what she said. "It's not as simple as you make it sound."He stated and thought a little bit more on it. "I know I am nothing like a tyrant, I know I discern that my life isn't above other's. I cannot determine how the kingdom would be even if I inherited it, just because I say so. There could be rebellion, there could be assassination attempts, there's always people breaking the law anyway."He offered a shrug, it just was how the land was, savage and ruthless.
"I didn't fear tempting you with royalty."He informed her, knowing something was odd about that. "I do fear becoming or being forced to become something I am not."He knew it might not ever happen, that didn't exactly mean it wasn't scary to him, and he did offer the alternative being giant worms. "Besides, your fear wasn't likely per se either. A thousand things could have gone differently if you were hunted down, it didn't mean the matron mother would have killed you personally." Perspective seemed to help her along sometimes, which he was happy to give considering she was sort of trained to see things one way as it was. "Either way..Right now..what do you want to do at this moment? Maybe that is an easier question than the whole future."
It just seemed easier that way. Figure everything out herself before getting the rest of the world involved in whatever she was facing. It just made sense to her, but that might just be because she was wired like that. Either way, she was a little relieved he didn't think it weird that she wanted a tattoo again. Her skin felt strangely bare without it and it just had something missing.
Listening to him talk about the tattoo, she shrugged. She honestly wasn't sure what kind of tattoo she would want. "I suppose so. I would want something interesting," she replied, knowing that wasn't really explaining much, "As for the pain, I would say that I can handle it. After all, I have had a lot worse happen to me." She didn't see the pain as a problem.
To her the fear had been odd, but it hadn't been her fear. Curiously she looked over to him as he tried to think on what to say and then spoke about it. She furrowed her brow at what he said. "Maybe I'm seeing this too easily, but you are nothing like a tyrant. How can you simply become one?" she pointed out, "Even if you inherit it, wouldn't it be you who decides what the kingdom be like? I would say that you have more control about how the kingdom will go than you think... As for appealing to me... I don't know." Sure, it had been appealing, but at the same time she had fairly easily destroyed it.
Once they were outside of the complex he noticed her retreat into stoicism just to keep things on the inside until she figured it out. He knew her well enough to know how she was functioning now. Hearing her speak and seeing where her hand was he rose an eyebrow. "It is not so strange.."He admitted, but thought on it a little more, she knew he had a tattoo from birth, the one that denoted his lineage that he wouldn't go back to. "You could get a tattoo that you wished to have, anywhere you wanted of anything you might wish, within the reasonable skills of one who had the ink. Though..I assume a magical tattoo does not feel the same as a painted needle does."He informed her, not knowing if she know how normal tattoo's worked or not. Hearing her comment on his fear however had him thinking for a moment. "Becoming a tyrant who doesn't place other lives values in the proper place..?"He didn't know how else to really explain it. "Inheriting a brutal kingdom.. not being able to help people..only hurt people."He shrugged a bit. "It could have very well been giant sand worms as well..but I think my fear was meant to appeal to you.."He didn't exactly know..that was definitely one of his fears, but it had appealed to her.
She couldn't really place how she was feeling. Weird for sure. She was free for the first time in a long time, but at the same time it felt like she had cut away her past as well. She had no allegiance to anyone and that was an odd thought that she couldn't really stomach yet. All in all, it was a lot of emotions inside her and she couldn't really express any of them, which led to her very monotone expression.
Hearing what he said, she gave a nod. "Indeed I am," she replied thoughtfully as she continued to lay there for a bit longer while he paid the mages, not really paying attention to what they were saying or doing. Finally she did sit up and they were off again. It was definitely a relief to be away from the complex and she took several deep breathes as if she hadn't been outside in months.
The question made her pause. What did she want to do? She was free to do as she pleased now. Her hand went to the spot where the tattoo had been. It felt strangely empty. "Would it be weird if I said go get a tattoo?" she asked, wondering what he would say to that. Looking around at the landscape, she thought on what had happened. "So that was your fear?" she questioned, wondering what that had been about.
Willoth awoke a little before she did, able to walk over to see her waking as well. The tattoo being gone and her pondering what that might mean to her. He didn't know if he was supposed to give her time or move her somewhere she could think more clearly, though she didn't seem to pay too much attention to her surroundings for now. He let his hand rest on top of her's where her tattoo had been. "You are free..milady."He informed her in a different way, happy to have been a part of something like this. Of course, he did wonder why she wasn't happier about it, but he understood that she probably needed time to process the whole thing. He did let her have a few moments while he went about paying these mages for finishing their jobs, they wished them both well for the most part and appreciated a chance to 'break a curse of this caliber'. Clearly they had helped them to learn something new and as Willoth had said, that's all they really wanted.
Finally they were back out on the road and away from the mages like she wanted, stepping out of the complex that held the mages buildings he looked to her now. "Well..."He let out a breath, not exactly knowing what was on her mind. "What is it..you would like to do now?"
She watched him curiously. It was still an odd trial. She couldn't quite say what part she was supposed to have been afraid off. It was more alluring that it should have been for a fear. Listening to what he said, she furrowed her brow slightly. "You're fear? That I would be a power hungry tyrant or the whole prince/king part?" she asked, not quite sure what the fear would have been.
Confused she looked to him when he spoke of a lack of goals. "Does dreaming automatically mean goals? Can you not have goals and not dream?" she inquired, obviously not understanding what he meant, since this was the norm for her.
When he suddenly began to fade away her eyes did widen. "Are you okay?" she asked, clearly worried, remembering how he had said something about dying here. She reached out to grab him, but then he was gone. However, shortly after this realm seemed to collapse in itself and she found herself waking up. Opening her eyes, she gazed around. A hand moved to where her tattoo had once been, but that seemed to be gone now. "It's really over," she said slowly, not sure how to feel.
He listened to her and he wondered what to actually think on that. Looking her over for a few more seconds he then put a hand on his chest, "You did break that trial.."He agreed and let his hand fall back down. Still it was odd being in this empty space now, nothing left without her fears. He glanced all around and tried to see anything else, but there really wasn't. "Oddly enough..I think that might have been my fear you so easily conquered." Which was admitting to something bigger, that he was afraid of himself..or what he was or could be. Still it shifted towards a trial for her. "I wonder why you don't have anything else left.."He continued peering around. "When you said you didn't dream I suppose..I didn't think it would be because of a lack of goals or..something..but this sort of feels that way."He didn't mean any offense, rarely did he ever, but he was just observing.
He was observing until he began to fade out of existence as well, slowly disappearing in front of her. Depending on how long she was asleep it obviously might seem alarming at first, but it was just because she was waking up this time. No Tattoo left to track her with, if she cared to point that out or look at herself once she did wake up.
It seemed like everything was back to normal as everything evaporated before her and it was back to the nothingness that had inhabited her head before. Was it over? It seemed felt like it couldn't be over, but she very well might be over sensitive at this point.
She was lost in thought until he suddenly tumbled to her feet. Confused she blinked as she watched him get up and look at her. The question he asked made her pause. Honestly, she could have thought of better things to do right now then play twenty questions. Thinking of how to answer, she turned on her heel and slowly walked in one direction before coming back to him. "In a way it's what every drow wants. To be on top, to be feared," she said slowly, wondering how to say what she wanted to say, "But you also saw me break that trial, did you not?" She would think that counted for more than nothing.
As with the first place this place seemed to evaporate into a black mist once again. Back to an empty area that was more like what Briza would want to see, but not a fearful place, a pleasant one. No more trials it seemed. It was just her.
Willoth was pressing hard on the barrier when it fell away and he went headlong into a tumble in front of her. Getting to his feet and looking at her, his face slightly red. He didn't really know where to begin with this. "Did that all..is that really what you want?" He could only quietly ask, knowing that was quite a mixed question. Sure, she might want to be left alone, but did she want to be feared, did she want groveling, conquering,and still to be above others? Either way, they appeared safe now.
Those words were sweet. Like honey. There was no denying that there was an allure to these words that she found tempting. Finally she would be seen as someone worthy and demand power. She would no longer be just a drow, just a warrior. Looking down at herself, she did like the regal attire and it felt right in a way.
At the same time one thing did irk her and it was the way he spoke about himself, as pleasing as it was to hear. Looking at him a moment longer, she took a step forward towards him. "That could all be mine?" she asked slowly, hearing the rustle of the elegant fabric as she moved.
Step by step she moved towards him until she stood before him. "I would have a kingdom of my own?" she continued as her gaze wandered over him. Just then her face turned solemn. "Now if only you were the real thing," she said and lightning fast drew her sword to impale him.
This Willoth looked to her and offered a small shake of his head. "It is everything you wanted is it not?"He said and looked around the sandy area. "You can do as you please, you have people groveling at your feet, in their proper place..beneath you. You are a queen now. My queen."It seemed real enough when she could observe that she did seem to be wearing a more regal get up and have a crown, as if they had been there the whole time.
The other Willoth didn't know what he could do at this point, he was stuck watching this. The king went on, "You have isolation in your tower when you want it, I am able to do as you please, and all others know their proper place in being unworthy of you. Beneath you."He grinned at her, his voice carrying an obvious allure.
It was a strange feeling to see the matron mother's head get chopped off. In a way there was relief. She was free now right? But at the same time there was unease that she couldn't place and in a way disappointment that she couldn't have faced the real matron mother.
When the room changed into another throne room, she blinked confused. What was this? At the same time she couldn't say she recognized the place. Was this another test and if yes, how so, if she didn't know this place?
The voice made her look to the throne and pause. It was Willoth, but at the same time it didn't feel like it. He didn't look the same. She took a slow, cautious step forward. "What is going on here?" she asked, eying him. Something didn't feel right, even if it just might be that the guy before her looked to clean to be who she believed him to be.
It seemed she hadn't been taking into account not everyone's fear would have been afraid of this particular matron mother. He noticed Briza seized the opportunity to run the matron mother through. For good measure though Willoth did bring his sword back up to take the head off of her. She seemed to dissipate into a black mist. The area around them melting away into what looked like grains of sand, covering the ground and the throne changing into a more tan and brass one. This place was strangely enough familiar to Willoth. He seemed to be off to the side now though, not in sight of Briza. He tried to get her attention but there seemed to be..something in the way, something stopping him, a barrier maybe.
Now the figure sitting on the throne called out to Briza. "My lady."It called out, standing from the throne. A visage that appeared to be a man in a royal duster, hair cut short, a crown upon his head, no stubble to speak of, but it did seem to be Willoth. "Come forth, join me, and let's speak of your latest conquests."It said simply.
A small futile bumping against the barrier being had by Willoth as he continued to protest.
It made her wonder if and how often the tattoo had been attempted to be broken. It couldn't be a large amount, considering that this was the protection of it. If more people had tried to break it, surely the matron mother would have tried to fix it by now.
Both drows were surprised by him bashing his head into her face. While she almost had to stifle a laugh, the matron mother cursed as she swiped at him with her swords, but missed. With the blood running down her face she was momentarily distracted so that she ran towards her and stabbed her with her sword, evoking a strangled sound from the matron mother.
Breathing heavily, she pulled her sword out as she jumped back, not sure if it was over or not as she eyed the other drow.
He would just suppose that not many people tried breaking the tattoo. Even if this tattoo was magical it served only one function, after all she wouldn't have known to fight this thing in here in the first place if he didn't show up, or wouldn't have. When she disappeared and Briza told him where she'd be, he did a more brash thing,probably drow wouldn't expect. He backed up towards where she appeared throwing his head back into the matron mothers face hearing some sort of crack, maybe her nose. Before then moving forward out of swords reach. It might not have reached a drow underground city about how typically the overseas west fighters seemed to be keenly more brash or aggressive in fights. Either being marked as cats,wolves,weasels, or bears, and besides weasels, Willoth had been forced to learn 3 of the schools, even if cats was the female one.
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