Misery smiles sadly and brushes a strand of hair back behind her sleeping friends cat-like ear. She was so glad Katja had agreed to come to stay with her at the monastary, but she had never counted on her other two guests.
Darksoul leaned up against the wall in the corner, keeping watch over Katja as diligently as Quinn herself did. His normal cold demeanor was present as ever as looks up to check on Kat. Quinn returns to her seat by the bed and casts a glance to the newer member of their crew.
A small fountain had erupted out of the stone walls of the monastary, creating a pool of water near the door. The water bubbles and forms the head of her new friend, Rothchild. He had approached her at the Inn, offering assistance, and Quinn reluctently accepted. She smiles at Rothy and he smiles back, his aura a pure, simple blue. Tucking her feet up under her again, Quinn pulls a huge old tome onto her lap, tracing the words over and over with her fingers.
They called Her, Emerynth. The Emerald Soul. A mergence of one being to another. She hides herself Within until the Time of the Calling, or so it is said. What Her purpose, or Her existence is remains unsaid and uknown. It is only know that She IS. For generations beyond counting She has been known. Always hidden within some unsuspecting Being. Always changing forms, waiting for the Calling. Waiting.
This... Emerynth... was what was bothering Katja, she knew. How they could rid Kats soul of this enigmatic creature, she knew not. But she was determined to find a way.
Drumming her fingers absently on the old book, Misery's mind wanders to the events of the night before Katjas appearance... The stranger known as Dagger... His aura, nearly invisible save for a ring of pure light green... just like Pens. And he had... a silver ring. Quinns hand drifts to her belt pouch and the note and ring held therein. She didnt need to read the note, she had already memorized every word.
My dearest Misery, death is only a beginning. I love you. Watch for the stranger with the silver ring. Pen~
Quinn didnt understand when the stranger told her that her love was dead... She thought the stranger WAS Pen... And he had left in such a hurry, she didnt have time to ask the million questions burning in her heart...
Save it for another time, child. If its Pen, he will be back. He will come back...
She brushes away a tear threatening to spill down her cheek, and violently surpresses the empty feeling... Once more her mind drifts, this time to a friend from her past...
"Midnight Essence..." Quinn doesnt realize she's spoken out loud until darksoul glances up at her with a questioning look. She blushes faintly and reminds herself to keep a tight reign on her tounge, shes no longer alone in her home.
Midnight Essence... She had tried to save him... from what, she knew not. Nightly she would await his appearance by the lake, the roiling black mists that would coalesce into his dark form. When she sensed his aura tonight at the Inn it was all she could do to keep her mind on Katja. He looked no better than she had last seen him, which was saying a lot. She nearly left her best friend to see him, go talk to him...
Quinns face darkens with equal parts of anger and embarassment. Midnight could take care of himself; for now, Katja needed Misery more than he did.
But... her mind whispered to her. It's no crime to go talk to him, if you see him at the Inn is it?
Quinn scowls and sinks further back into her chair, emotions jumbled into a big pile of confusion, and she forces herself to keep her attentions on the sleeping cat-woman, knowing she herself will get no rest tonight.