The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[Marian Hawke]

Marian is quiet a moment, processing. Finally, she asks, "Where are we? THis is a tent-- we made it to the surface?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Huh? Oh. Right, yes. A week and a half ago. We're not far from Nyra," Haliel informs Marian.

[Marian Hawke]

"A we-- I've been asleep for--" 

She swallows, then swallows again. She takes a deep breath, climbing to her hands and knees. "Okay. I'm just going to -- I'm going to go for a walk. Get my head together."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Umm... okay, But you might want clothes," Haliel suggests, eyeing the.... merikos elf. "And food. You haven't had anything solid in your belly for weeks." Rising, she offers her hand to hep Marian up- after so long at bedrest, her body is going to be feeling weak and sluggish even with magical healing.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian nods. "Can I even... wear clothes? With this?" 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Well, not... Most tops, no. But I- well, it's not very good but I did have over a week to think about this and try and help." As she speaks, the aasimar moves over to a small pile of fabrics and lifts one, revealing a clearl modified shirt. She'd been setting out of change of clothing everyday since she had finished, hoping. "I'm not very good but I reversed the sleeves so you can put it on backwards and only button it up part way. Should be enough to at least keep you decent until we can get to a proper seamstress."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian stares at it, blankly, for a moment, then nods. "Oh, I see. That might work. Help me with it?"

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Of course," Haliel says eagerly, still over Cinera about Marian finally being awake. It doesn't take long to get Marian dressed, though there are some tense moments-  realizing she has retractable claws, gracefully curving horns and, worst of all, finding out she has a very familiar looking spade tail. A distressingly familiar one... "You're not evil. You're not her."

[Marian Hawke]

Marian's breath catches in her throat, and she thrusts her tail away, refusing to look at it, to bring it into view. It curls around one leg, going into her trousers without complaint, and she looks away as she finishes dressing, heads out of the tent. 

"I just need some space," she murmurs as she does. At first, she paces a few steps away, then back; her wings twitch, however, and she spreads them, flapping them once or twice. 

Finally, her heart in her throat, she takes a few running steps, wings unfurling as she launches herself into the air. Within minutes, she's dozens of feet up, circling the camp. Free.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel, following after Marian, jerks towards her as she lifts off but stops herself from grabbing the merikos elf. "H-how is it?" she calls up, making herself sound as casual as she can. Cinera is missing from the night sky, so it's only the stars that provide light- and yet both can see just fine. 

[Zevran]

"Marian? You are awake!" Zevran calls, stepping out of the shadows- must be his turn at watch.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian waves, but quickly turns her attention upward, flying higher into the sky. She is oddly lovely when she passes close enough to be seen well -- ominous, but beautiful, like a deadly wild creature. She was oddly beautiful in her sleep, as well, but given what they know about the Toybox it's likely both Haliel and Zev would have avoided thinking about it; now, in motion, she is more beautiful still. 

She perches, finally, atop the tallest tree she can find. Her legs dangle below the limb, and her eyes are fixed on the sky, on the stars above, as her wings nestle in close to her body. 

It is only half an hour or so before she descends again, using her wings to gently touch down at the edge of camp.

[Haliel Lightsong]

Haliel had spoken quietly with Zevran, but only briefly before the merikos drow had gone back to his hidden post. After that, she had simply sat near the banked campfire and watch Marian. When Marian lands, she silently gestures at the log next to her and pushes the kettle of water closer to the fire to finish its approach to boiling. The aasimar does love her tea.

[Marian Hawke]

Marian moves to sit beside her, hanging her beautiful head into her lovely hands, rubbing at her temples. 

"I feel a bit better," she admits. "A little more myself."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"You looked... serene, but fiercely so, somehow," Haliel comments quietly. "Like..." She smiles. "Like a hawk soaring in the air. It suits you, being able to fly."