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Remornia turned to her nth position of the day as she tossed restlessly within the cold coffin. Her brow furrowed as she shut her eyes yet again to find some kind of decent slumber and regain her lost anima. The poor soul had been following endlessly after her master the entire night. She just pouted at the thought; they had gone from vivisecting juicy sinners to running errands for the rebellious prince and his band of traitors. She didn’t understand why she was suddenly being reprimanded for her innate violent and... enthusiastic nature, but here she was. Somehow she found it more tiresome to be still than to run amok.
After what felt like much too long, the small venthyr struggled the heavy coffin’s lid out of her way and slipped as quickly into her bed chambers as she did out into the corridors. She sped along the halls of Sinfall – a place she wished she didn’t have her chambers in – and stealthily knocked every candelabra and pot over on her way. Unwanted attention was the last thing she wanted to obtain but it seemed she had a terrible talent for destruction – even during the seldom times when she didn’t want to tear everything apart. Remornia decided to ignore the piercing eyes of the few weary ritualists and duellists that remained awake into the day, and instead focussed on her destination. Needless to say, the venthyr was very agitated to find that the door beyond was locked. She hadn’t thought of this one wild card in her brilliant plan to escape her insomnia, and stood there floundering pathetically. To think the great, unstoppable Remornia would find herself defeated by a door was unthinkable. Impossible.
So she destroyed it.
With her mighty foe annihilated and her reward within grasp, Remornia waddled quietly to the much larger coffin and used all her strength to push the lid over slightly. It took a deal of climbing the mountainous casket before she stole a peek at the sleeping figure within; a much larger venthyr with beautiful silver strands of hair that could be longer than the smaller woman herself. She looked extra soft and lovely while she slept with a gentle peaceful smile that she rarely showed during her waking hours. Not that Remornia thought this or anything. She thought Vorpalia looked normal. Maybe even below average. Definitely not beautiful. Not cute or cuddly.
But for the sake of her master’s order to sleep, Remornia clambered into the box and closed them in together snugly. She cuddled into Vorpalia’s larger frame and found herself relaxing much easier with the warmth and pleasant scent of midnight roses that came from her larger girlfriend. Friend. Colleague. The little venthyr allowed herself a happy smile as she quickly drifted off to dreamland. Just before she finally succumbed to exhaustion, she felt a long, comforting arm wrap around her waist and the subtle touch of a kiss upon her forehead.
Quiet moments like these made Remornia think it might be worth trying to amend her harsh ways.
Maybe.