[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] A basket of yellow flowers in hand, Amy approached the angel's house once again hopeful that this time, she would indeed be home. She had gone down to Lower Pavane especially to pick these statice flowers herself. Amy had collected them to deliver to the angel whom she had now been seeking out for months. Arciea never seemed to be home when she stopped by.
Arciea, the wandering angel... she had never really posed a problem for the Council. Amy hoped that she would not come off inhospitably or strike Arciea with fear; she was not seeking her out on business. No, this was of Amy's own personal volition. So that the angel's neighbors might not get the wrong impression either, she had waited until nightfall covering her face to avoid detection.
Clearing her throat, she knocked Arciea's door softly trying not to startle her. She wasn't likely asleep yet at this hour, but if she was, Amy could always try again next week... How many times has she told herself that at this point? She could not count the times on her hands. Sighing, she waited to see if the angel was truly home this time.
The door slowly creaked after the knock resounded for a short moment. A feminine figure stood before Amy, revealing a clean smile that ever seemed to leave her face, not even once.
"My greeting to you, Sister Amy; please pardon my lack of warm tea and welcome." Acriea, doned in her regular clothing, lowered her head to express her respect to the member of the council, as well as the old being who she admired.
To be honest, Arciea had no idea why an esteemed demoness would visit her, but the prestage of the High Council must not be defied, and so she revealed nothing but proper etiquette and friendliness; it was her way of expressing her admiration to the wise and the old; after all, Amy was a senior who had witnessed the Age of Goddesses.
"Please come inside, Sister." Not wishing for others to see this exchange, Arciea helped the demoness inside the house, and so she took notice at the busket full of flowers in her hand.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] On her way in, Amy handed Acriea the flowers prompty. "For you. No worries about the tea," she said mimicking her smile before making her way to her seat. After being led inside, Amy removed her hood and sighed once again. "Sorry, I did not mean to appear so rugged before you. It was just -- I didn't want people to get the wrong idea. I am not here on business or anything. I just had a little bit of research I have been doing. For myself," she clarified. It did not seem the angel was off-put by her, but she just wanted to make sure. "Well, to be honest, I wanted to talk about the past," she shot her eyes to Arciea to read her response carefully. She had high hopes she would not be spending her night in vain.
"The past..?" Although Arciea tried to conceal it, her smile froze for a little before she immediately relaxed her expression, resuming the calm, steady disposition she always had.
Placing the basket of flowers next to the window, Arciea felt excited, but also skeptical about this ordeal. She indeed had been wandering high and low in search for the information regarding the history before Pavane; she had even considered meeting the Great and Grand Witches to inquire them.
"Does Sister have anything to tell me? This Arciea is merely a junior who is interested in the history of Pavane." Arciea had minimal contact with Amy, and she only knew about her deeds through the words of mouth. Coupled with the Great Purge, she was wearied of the High Council and their tendency for destruction.
Of course, Arciea would not pass an opportunity to hear from the demoness who had experienced the might of the Goddesses themselves; she would like to know how much her knowledge lined up with the information from the High Council.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] "Don't fear Arciea, I will tell you anything and everything you want to know about the past," Amy truly felt like an elder for the first time in her life. "Humans were precious creatures. Purest of souls, hardest of determination. Emotions like which not a soul in Pavane could understand today," she reminesced, "as it was the goddesses intended it. Us angels at peace with the world so long as we protected those dearest to us. It was a simpler time to be sure. Angels were divided into Watchers and Protectors, though people these days don't make that distinction that often anymore." She caught herself smiling and decided to turn the conversation back to Arciea, "Do you ever feel a need to protect humans, Arciea, despite never knowing one? I heard you might have an interest in that kind of thing," she whispered, "and also the world outside Pavane."
"Outside of Pavane..." Upon hearing the mention of the Human and outside of Pavane, Arciea's half-closed eyes flashed as they brightened into life; she was greatly attracted by the hypotizing words of the demoness, so much that she forgot to hide her enthusiastic smile.
"Sister Amy, I once had a strange, vivid dream." A faint memory of her past gradually unfolded before her soul; it was the moment that ignited her ambition to learn about Pavane, outside of it, the Humans, as well as the Goddesses.
"In a snowy plain, during a strong bilzzard, I landed in a seclused village, away from the commotion of the world. In there, I found a particularly strange creature; weak and feeble. The little one, spotted me, hid behind a giant rock and peeked at me; staring intensely at my pair of wings." The scenery was unlike any place inside Pavane, and the little boy Arciea saw was not of any species she knew. He was weaker than even halfing, but in his pair of innocent eyes were a hint of determination stronger than any others.
"The boy, in his naivety, picked a few dried branches to mimic my wings and halo, and in a moment of courage, he stepped towards me with his hands holding the twigs." Arciea knew not the language of the boy, but the emotions he expressed was captured by her: a pure curiosity, and a simple-mindedness.
She remembered trying to answer the call; but before she could amuse the child, the scenery hazed up, and she woke up. It had been forever since that dream, but its significance remained unchanged.
"It was since then that a strange sensation burned in my chest; an urge to meet that boy again was always here, waiting inside my heart." Arciea touched her chest and felt her beating heart; she knew that her longing was unheard of, but she did not care about the opinion of the mass.
"... I'm sorry, Sister Amy, for my careless rambling." Arciea lowered her head as she regained her calm; she knew that the topic of the dark past was not looked upon kindly by the mass. If the words of her spreech here got leaked, she was sure that the High Council might come after her life.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] Amy listened intently to Arciea's story, confidently hiding the tears beginning to well in her eyes. "Ah, Arciea..." she paused. "No, no, don't apologize. You and I are the same," she responded quickly, as vaguely as possible. "The weather was indeed harsh in the time before Pavane. If you don't mind me prying, are you wandering in search of that boy?" It would be quite impressive if she was. So many years searching for one single boy...such a life no one should have to live.
"It's laughable, isn't it? Searching for an imaginary place for an imaginary boy." Arciea smiled again; but this time, it conveyed a sense of melancholy, the weariness of her heart.
The journey was without hope, without witness, and without rewards. Arciea blindly, yet faithfully, followed her calling; despite everything, she remained... searching.
"Even if he is real; the lifespan of a human..." Arciea looked at the demoness in front of her, feeling a faint sense of familiarity; the longing for things they could not obtain.
"... I just want to talk to him once; just once." Her voice softened; Arciea let out a sigh and closed her eyes, silently feeling the burning sensation in her heart.
Maybe, Arciea might be his Guardian Angel; a fleeting thought entered her mind.
"Thank you, Sister Amy. How should I repay you?" After a moment of silence, Arciea finally faced the council member and asked her for her purpose; she knew that nothing in Pavane was free; the demoness would not come to visit her willy-nilly.
[attr=class,herkiss]The young devil hides her true face.
[attr=class,arabella]Amy Faye
[attr=class,passengerside] Amy scoffed at the notion, "Foolish. Not laughable. There is a clear difference." She was right though. No angel was ever meant to love a human in such a way. Their life spans were clearly too short.
Amy could tell the sharpness of Arciea's gaze, a wisdom beyond her peers. Perhaps because it was about this particular subject, but she was being read. Fairly easily too. Shocking, she thought, what a powerful angel. Amy had no doubt the angel would've cared for that boy well and deeply as an angel should. It was best she left on this note before things became... complicated.
"You owe me nothing, Sister Arciea," she teased as she began standing from her seat. "I ought to get going. Perhaps one day you'll find this boy of yours. After all, the world is a lot bigger than just Pavane." She walked towards the door looking down at her feet with a relaxed smile.
"Oh-- and one last thing -- there is a lot of sadness hidden away behind your smile, isn't there? That's no good...smiles should be happy, you know?"
"You're right; I'm a fool for clinging onto this hope." Arciea watched as her senior departed; she wasn't quite sure why she opened up so much about herself.
Maybe it was because of their similarity; but it was dangerous and reckless for her to openly speak about those things.
"A smile should express happiness, huh?" Arciea took a flower from the basket and held it in her hand. Her vision blurred, and she slowly extended her hand outwards.
"Little one, how are you?" A soft, muffled voice echoed inside the room; clouded by the darkness of the night.
In the house, illuminated by the candles, a smile, so beautiful, so happy, manifested on the face of a pitiful Arciea.
"... You're right again, Sister. If I never smile like before, then how could he remember me?"
LAIKA OF GS!
Last Edit: Apr 15, 2020 5:59:32 GMT -5 by Arciea Paenar
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