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Erys Moongem

Erys let Dagger close her door and closed her eyes. She clenched her fists. The dagger strapped to her waist weighed her down, a reminder that as soon as she'd fulfilled her promise to her sister this evening, she was going straight to Edric in righteous fury. She breathed, slowly, carefully, not wanting her sister to see it on her face. She would, anyway, of course, but perhaps she could get away with not having to explain it. 'Happy fucking Oathday, beloved sister,' she thought, frowning at the ridiculousness of it all. She walked over to Onys' door, such a somber gesture not that long ago, and knocked once again – this time with all the confidence she would normally have. "It's me!"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys's voice is clearly audible, if still a touch subdued, beyond the door. "'tis unlocked, sister," she calls. She sits in the small chair at the writing desk in the corner, looking out the window into the evening sky. The room is dimly, but cheerily lit by an oil lamp near the bed, long shadows thrown into the corners of the room by the golden glow of light on woodwork.

Erys Moongem

Erys opens the door and steps inside, taking in the sight of her sister and letting it soothe her the way it almost always did. She matches her sister's Elven, deeming tonight a night fraught enough already with tribulations. "My goodness, Ona. Look at you." She shook her head, smiling to herself, almost having already forgotten the woman she'd felt the need to tackle to the ground. Admittedly, Ona in chainmail and Ona dressed casually were two very different sights indeed. Still. "…how are you faring?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys rises from her chair as her sister enters, a wan smile crossing her features, but seemingly unsure of what to do when it gets there. She grips the back of the chair for a moment. "Tired. I probably look an absolute fright, too. You should know, I've never had the complexion for crying."

Erys Moongem

Erys bridges the distance between them and wraps her arms around her sister, squeezing her tightly. Apparently, it was hug day. "I'm sure you feel that way, Ona, but the sight of you in the moonlight has always calmed me. I don't mean to distract from what you wish to speak on, I'm sure it's important, just… you're beautiful, Ona. Nothing is ever going to keep us from one another. Not this, not anything. I love you, sister."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys tenses before Erys loops her into the hug, her thoughts momentarily racing (do I deserve to touch the hand descends and the mark is made I cannot possibly deserve) but she relaxes, wrapping herself up with her sister in turn. "Sorry," she says, eventually. "Today has been an experience, much of which I do not care to repeat."

Erys Moongem

"I'm sure. And I'm sorry for my part in making it harder for you. You focus so intently on protecting me, and on what's right, you can…" she struggled to find the right way to say it "…lose your way? But you were acting on what you had seen. And what you had seen was me staring into your eyes, wordlessly begging you to help me, before we woke up in bonds. And I know, because that's what I saw in yours. And it was probably the most scared I've ever been, Ona. But we're through it. And we're together." She smiles.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys nods. "Yes. I…just keep thinking—-" She changes her mind, shakes her head. "No matter. You're right, we are together." She clears her throat, letting her hands fall from Erys's shoulders and down her arms, looking at her sister, face to face. A deep breath, in, out. "So. Oathday. Are you prepared?"

Erys Moongem

Erys groans like a child, moving away from her sister to pace frustratedly around the room. "Not in the slightest, and I've been trying my hardest but I've been drawing nothing but twos for… for a fucking week now, Ona." She sighs. "And after today, I mean, if I had hurt you in any way… but I feel like maybe today was a test of our faiths. Like maybe it was meant to go this way all along. Like maybe we have things to learn from… all of this. Are you?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys does not specifically comment on what hand Erys had been trying to draw. "I may have doubted your devotion when we were still children and you decided to dye your hair, but…" She shakes her head. "That is the nature of testing. If it were easy, there would be no proof in it. If there were nothing to learn from experience, we would all be sages once we learned to read. But you ask if I am prepared?" (I am terrified to the very pith) "I…cannot say for certain. I can only hope that my judgement is sound and my heart true."

Erys Moongem

Erys offers a weak smile, looking over her shoulder a little. "At least you know that if your judgment is ever unsound, you can count on me to question you." 'Still children.' "My Goddess, our centennial is just a few months away." She sighed exasperatedly, the burden of finally identifying herself as an adult a heavy one as well. "…is there anything I can do to help you with your oath, sister? Anything I can say to reassure you?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys actually smirks at that. "I don't know about you, but I've considered myself a woman for some time now, calendars be damned." She considers the question, doing her best to attempt to answer honestly, but her thoughts collide and swirl, leaves on the wind. "I'm not sure. I do not mean to gainsay your path, but this…in matters of faith and duty, we're so similar in some ways, but in others…sometimes I know not how we shared the same womb."

Erys Moongem

"We have our differences. We have our different callings. Our different…" suddenly the weight of her dagger again reminded her that there was to be a reckoning tonight, one way or another "paths to walk. Surely, inasmuch as I need to find a partner to take my oath… you probably need to be alone, don't you?"

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys sighs. And there is the root of doubt's tree, she thinks to herself. "I am…not the best devotee Lady Goldheart might ask of an elf. I fear she may prefer that I revel beneath the moon with some lissome, comely sort, of which I have none. And were I to seek one, I fear my heart would play false, for I am melancholic this night. I imagine the truest I might be would be to simply present myself as I am." It's almost odd, how little Onys speaks to others of her faith, given her sister's outspoken devotion to the Lady of Love.

Erys Moongem

A sadness takes over Erys' face… obviously, they'd come to blows today, it made sense to doubt their oaths, but… and she could always offer to go out, seek out a pair of friends… but no, her sister would never go along with that. The far more important issue, even… "Ona, does serving your Lady not… bring you joy? I know our spiritual lives diverged long ago, but… does She really leave you wanting so?" 'Curious choice of words, considering Lady Firehair had decided to put Erys into chastity of a week and counting leading up to her oathday.

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys nibbles on her lower lip for a moment, seeking the words to appropriately phrase and frame her feelings. "Of course there is joy. My heart breaks for the sheer beauty of the world around us, a bird in flight or the soaring arcs of music or art…and the sight of love, wherever kindled and burnished in truth. I am serene in my pleasure, but I pour out love every day I live and will not run short. I…" Onys gesticulates for a moment, nearly grasping in air at the words she seeks. "Perhaps I am merely too caught up in…something. Myself, perhaps. Too caught up to receive where I seek to give?" She probably speaks more true than she knows, but is unlikely to admit it, even having said it. "I…know not."

Erys Moongem

Erys stops pacing and bridges the gap between them, taking her sister's hand in both of hers. "Let it go. Whatever the weight is." Erys cannot for a moment shake the notion that she, herself, is that very weight. Ona spends so much time looking after her, surely she has forgotten to pray a night or two, or been lax in her proper duties. Concern washed over her, because she knew she was lost without her sister. Truly, there was something to this whole group. Something divine? Something necessary. Something important. Everything would be as it should be. She drops to one knee, like a supplicant, still holding her sister's hand and looking up at her as if in prayer. "Whatever it is. Let it go. Give yourself to your Goddess and She will show you the way forward. She can ask no more of you, and you can ask no more of Her."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys is surprised when her sister takes her hand, and further surprised when she sinks to one knee, nearly the same pose Onys had taken not a half-hour earlier, to throw herself upon the mercy of a forgiving Quinys. "I probably take this duty more sternly than it is meant to be, you're right. I shall endeavor to…let my heart guide me." She, in turn, comes down upon one knee, her hand still between her sister's, to kneel eye-to-eye with her. "Thank you," she says, simply.

Erys Moongem

Erys looks into her sister's eyes for a few moments, just letting them be together in silence again. After a while, she lets go of her sister's hand, moves up to press her lips to her sister's forehead, and stands. "I'll give you some privacy." She smirks, but doesn't go for the joke. "I've got one more quick thing to take care of and then… I've got to figure something out for my own oath. I don't want to hold up Roxie's rescue just trying to get laid."

Onys Kiirnodel

Onys snorts briefly, unable to keep from chuckling over the remark as she stands as well. "That would be…less than appropriate, yes." She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what is to come. "Luck and love go with you, Era."

Erys Moongem

Erys gets all the way to the door, turns, and shows her sister a smile filled with over a year of guilt and remorse and apology. "That's twice in as many days. I love you so much, Ona. Luck and love go with you." She turns the handle, exits her sister's room, and wonders for a split instant whether it'll be the last time they ever see each other as she closes the door behind her. She could very well take the full brunt of Edric's rage and she had seen his abilities. Right. One last thing to take care of. As she feels her anger surging back, she clenches her fists, and moves to his door.

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