“ Noiryn..” softly said Raven, daughter of Lord Daevara. Her white locks were curled and glow just as the complexion of her skin. Her lips painted an onyx coloration, blending in with the darkened eye shadow and the silky dress combination that included what appeared to be.. combat boots?
“ If you could see me right now.. you’d likely poke at me for wearing a dress.. but I’ll be damned if I don’t wear a pair of shit kickers to your funeral.” She would softly laugh at the reference to what Noiryn termed any type of work boot, whether leather or plate, worn by a woman.
Within Raven’s hands lied a six string electronic guitar that was nestled up against her chest. Her right hand consistently strummed the dropped D strong, projecting a soft yet deep rumble through a speaker in the back ground.
As she casted her gaze outside, she would seem the backyard the preparations being made. Wood was being distributed amongst a metallic table, forming a pyre upon a stage like object. Dominic and Seri were both out there as well, two of Raven’s closest childhood friends, setting up electrical equipment, speakers, and a microphone on a stand.
“ Noiryn..” She would say once again, striking the G and the D in unison. “.. when this is all over.. I’m going to help Dad.. I’m going to become much stronger and protect my family.. I..”
She would sniffle a moment as she ceased to speak, bringing her right hand with a tissue in toe to wipe her eyes, already did she mess up her make-up. However, that was the least of her worries right now.
“ I..” She clenched her teeth behind her inked lips as she said,“.. I will give them hell! I’ll give them so much hell they will wish they had never came back from the Twisting Nether!”’
The depth of her words were invoked through a harmonic, high pitched solo that she played with rapid precision. As the notes rained, so too did the tears of the step child that cherished her.
“ But Noiryn.. before I do that… I want to play you some music.. do you… do you want to sing with me?” She would bring both her boots to step flat off the bed, her dress now cascaded to her knees. The cord to the guitar unhooked and dropped to her floor as she wiped away the eye shadow, no longer worried about redoing it.
She put on that trademark Daevara grin and said,“ Let’s do this, one more time Noiryn..” The thoughts of the time they spent on their walks in the Ghostlands lingered as she stepped from her quarters.
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