For a long time, all she could do was glare.
As she moved her body into a seated position, her chest rose and fells in great peaks and troughs. Like the formation of a mountainous landscape she sculpted swathes through the air, her small breasts actually noticeable for once beneath the mounds of feathers and chainmail. Underneath the hood of her long, tapered helmet she looked with dark, unmerciful eyes. Easing herself onto her backside, not willing herself to do anything more under the circumstances she raised her head up to watch the blood mage, struggle and suffer, the whip dangling him like a dying man on a noose.
Around his neck the physical signs of his armour breaking could be seen, black lines forming like spiderwebs. They appeared as they showed in her aura vision - the actual sense of his power visible here. Still he bore against it, still he survived. She reckoned he could go on for a fairly long period of time - very slowly suffocating to death.
Slowly, though, she looked over to her friend and saw him motioning to the desk. Moving her gaze over to there, but her eyes still as hateful as the day she had met Vitruvion, she spied the silver shine of the key he spoke of. Her breath was patient for a moment or two longer, slowly easing more air into her lungs and steadying her body. Still, slightly it shook, in the ends of her fingers and the remaining feathers at her tail. But, she found the courage and the energy now.
Therefore, with a great heave and a sigh expelling through her nostrils Stare staggered to her feet. Her body, worn and weary after five days of imprisonment and a near death fight, despite Nevin's health potion meanwhile, had its effects. Uncertain was she in her footing as she moved across the floor and grabbed the key from the desk, using the wooden slab of furniture as much of a crutch than anything.
"You missing anything?" she asked Nevin in a hoarse voice, as she searched for a hole to put the key into.
It did not take her long. With one clawed hand gripping tight onto the desk she eased herself down to come face to face with a bottom drawer set into it. There was a small hole there, and it fit the key well. A twist, and a series of clunks and a small flash - and the drawer opened. To reveal inside a metal-lined cupboard, with a cushion inside.
And on the cushion lay three objects. A small dragon-skin covered book, a tiny flask ... and a deep grey cuff.
Absolute relief flooded her, and she felt her life begin to fit together again. All those worries, all that pain - it was suddenly gone as happiness washed over her. A joy to not have to face Vitruivion's wrath, should she return to him. A far lesser chance of peculiar and cruel punishment.
Shoving her hand she took all three objects. Separating out the cuff she shoved it deep into the inside of her tunic, into an inside pouch where it could not ... should not go missing again. Pausing for a moment, she looked at the other two objects in her hand, and then looked back up to the demonic mage, her brow lowering once again.
"What did you mean by 'brother'?" she hissed.
thinking the book could have some demonic rituals in it or something, a way to contact his sponsor? and the flask ... I can change that to something else.
