My Weakness my Strength

Nïenn

3 y/o medium Female
Waking into this world was much like her first time stepping foot from clans camp all those years ago. Sounds, smells, tastes; sensations of foreign magic, they all pooled around, coveting her attentions and leaving sleep a fleeting memory. Pulling herself up, she hissed at the deep-set ache in her body, grimacing as slowly, she turned her nose to the air. There were some things that were familiar to her, scents of plants; the bitterness of oak, the sweetness of violet, the dominating, rich flavor of damp earth that clung to her tongue. But, there were many more scents she had never known before, all woven together to create this alien place, bordering comfort yet making it all the more obvious in its strangeness. Her ears fell back against her head, as with slow, pained movements she brought her feet beneath her, only to pause. With slow movements, she brushed her nose against the plush fur at her shoulder, the long, silken curtain of her tail swaying behind her as the question hung in her mind. Curious. She didn't remember...

'You are finally awake girl,' a familiar voice croaked above, drawing the fae from her slow examination. “Asketill,” she sighed, a sweet smile painting her expression in gentlest hues of dawn, as she turned, her chin raised as she breathed in the familiar scent of powdered feathers and exotic winds “Where have we come to?” Again, her attention drawn, kneading into the soil, taking a moment to reach for that symphony that allowed answered, only to find silence in the depths. She frowned, the lines deepening as his cawing laughter mocked her confusion. 'Another world girl. You and that boy seemed to have done it, denying fate as fools do.' 

He didn't... sound displeased though.

Smiling, her expression hardened by the memories flittering like an eroding reel through her mind, Nïenn turned towards the forest, curious ears catching the tell-tale melodies of the creaking wood. “I wasn't... I wouldn't leave him like that. He was caged.” He deserved a life free from the crushing hold of demons, a toxic presence that would have destroyed who he was. Her breathe shuttered, her gaze falling from the world as she remembered the sensation of two wills battling to win, to destroy the other. It would have killed him, was slowly doing so. What... what could have happened to him?

Her movements startled the raven, whirling her attention back to him with vicious panic. “Where is he?” She could not smell him. She could not sense the constant, steady darkness that was his aura. It was as if he'd never been there at all. “Asketill where is Inan?” 

Silence.

And then he sighed, the flutter of feathers her only warning before his weight settled against her back. 'I do not know. He is most likely in this world, yet, you were not drawn here at the exact moment. He could be anywhere. Or any time. It's hard to say with these things. Traveling between worlds is the most unstable magic.' Her heart quaked at his answer. Anywhere. What if he was hurt. What.. what if he was flung into this strange world into danger, with no way to protect himself? She was no fool. She could feel the way her magic seemed to rebel against touching the foreign presence of the earth, her usual perception a mere echo to its full capacity. And her body, it ached so. All she wished to do was rest, each movement sending a tremor down her limbs. But... she couldn't, she had to... find him, somehow. She refused to think of the other possibilities, the chances that Asketill made clear with his words. 

“We have to find him.”

She'd ignore her pain, for however long it took, the sigh of her tail against the earth accompanying Asketill as he clacked his beak, taking flight as his mistress made for the shadows of the great oaks. 'Girl you should rest, we do not know what this magic may have done to you.' For the first time, the mirthful tones of the raven sounded truly concerned, his emotion leaking into her chest like a lethal wound to her own body. She paused, for a moment, before continuing forward. “You know I can't Asketill... you know I can't.” 

No words came in reply.

This connection between them... it was, overpowering. Nïenn had never sensed one's emotions as easily as she did his, flowing between them uninterrupted; no doors to lock him out. It would have been worrisome if it hadn't been a comfort. Knowing he was there, that she wasn't alone, it kept her going when it would have been so easy to fall apart. Where you go, I go. He had always been there, close at hand, from when she had been a child. Perhaps she had never truly grown in his eyes, a pup following after a strange bird, the only friend she had for the longest time. That had changed, as she had grown, more so after she had finally left the shadow of her clan behind. It was nice though... knowing that he would remain.

“Asketill do you s-” The words halted, Nïenn turning she she caught the faintest of whisper, darkness amongst a world of grey static. Something that her magic recognized anywhere, reaching for him unconsciously across the distance. Her limbs were stiff, then, she was moving forward. Her path was guided by the winged ghost, following the sound of beating wings through the pounding of her blood. Immediately it hurt, sharp pains running up her legs, her throat. But, she couldn't stop.

Not when he was here. 

Fate had laughed at them, so many times, and yet, he was here, here when he could have been on the other side of the world. Here, when years could have stretched between them, some mockery of her desperate attempt to finally have him close again. His scent filled her nose, and with a cry she flung herself against him, reaching up in a quaking embrace. “Inan.....” 
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