06-18-2015, 09:28 PM
With her short term victory swelled up in her chest, Remilia took her bowl of soup and was happy to slurp the warm meal while the campfire threw light across the small fire's form. She had thought to summon some proper silverware so she could uphold her ladylike image, but she dropped that idea immediately once the bowl was in her hand, and she set upon with a very unladylike hunger that left stains on her face. In the cooling night that clung to her skin like morning dew the warmth in her stomach was like liquid happiness. While it was not up to the standard she was so used to with Sakuya, it was still a wonderful yet simpler taste that that left her with a want for seconds despite the first had already filled her.
All the while the scarlet devil thought over the secret identity of her companion. She saw through the lies easily, although it still took her by surprise by who she was in reality. A queen of a land not known to the vampire, and one founded by unknown forces across the universe. One might feel betrayed that they would be lied to, or even intimidated by the blade that the Hylian had hung over head, but the vampire found this all the more intriguing and gave her all the more reason to watch where this twisted path lead. Remi would play along with the story of the wondering bard that called themselves "Muse", but still held a mischievous thought as she now held a valuable power, the secret of another was something rarely held and a valuable asset.
And yet, Remilia felt a sliver of empathy for the hidden princess. 'Zelda' is too beautiful a name to keep from the world.
Once both had their share of dinner, it was Muse's turn for curiosity. Although it was never stated explicitly or even put as a question, the scarlet devil knew what the not-quite-a minstrel wanted to know: was the winged girl who sat beside her was a creature of darkness, who preyed upon people and drained their blood to prolong their eternal life. The powerful masters and mistresses of the night, and all that jazz. A vampire, or whatever name Hylains would attach to her particular type of undead creature. Remilia certainly took no effort to hide the fact that she was, but it could be unheard of in Zelda's own world.
"If you're asking if I had paid that price," It was a needless point, Remi had already figured that was exactly what Muse asked, but the vampire was ever a showman and willing to talk about herself "then yes. That power of blood pumps through my veins. Metaphorically, anyway, my heart has not pumped anything for centuries. You have nothing to fear, though. I am in control of my needs" Not that Zelda feared the little girl any more that she had any stranger she has met. That Remilia was so quick to run from the goblins assaulter before told that she had been weakened just like everyone else.
While the scarlet devil was happy with her well spoken spoken answer, the bard was not quite done. It seemed odd that the vampire had learned two things through her pressing while the Hylain queen was given only one, and she resolved to equal that out.
"So then what of your own world? You asked of mine, and it would only be fair to ask in turn" Zelda pointed out, and the vampire nodded in silent agreement. Remilia thought back to the day before, when she still lived to the misty lake in her mansion, surrounded by friends allies.
"I come from a place called Gensokyo. The Land of Fantasy" The scarlet sister told, a slight upturn of her lips as she thought back nostalgically. "A dimension inside a dimension. It was not my original home, but the world outside had changed. There was no place for monsters anymore among humanity's cities. But Gensokyo welcomed me and my friend, in its own way, and it became my home. Never a dull place, at least" Remilia leaned back until she laid on the grassy floor, and looked up as the sky turned orange and blue from the setting sun.
The two remained after that, as both became engrossed in thoughts of home and only the sounds of unfamiliar beasts reminded them they now wondered a path far from where they once were.
Eventually camp was broken down once the last of the soup was eaten. The fire was thoroughly put out, what wasn't needed was turned back into Omnilium, and the duo left the their wayside campsite with only disturbed grass and a damp soot spot where the fire once was. They left in silence, once again back to Muse barely acknowledging Remi's existence and the vampire slowly lost her excitement and was bored once more.
Not for long, thankfully for the little youkai. Their path soon segued into a true road, a gravel and dirt trail that had been pounded relentlessly into a flat surface by constant use and the lanterns at irregular intervals. Both traveled quickly on it, neither wanted to be out in the dark. Zelda for the more normal reason of all matter of dangers that crawled out from their holes when the moon was over head, while Remilia was not worried for those dangers and was more concerned with a warm bed.
Their walk was eventually passed by a heavily laden wagon pulled by a single horse. A man of great girth and gaudy clothing, one hand held the reins in a loose grip while the other held tightly a sack of an unknown contents, though neither of the primes needed a hint to know what the opulent rider held. He passed by and out of sight with no word offered to those he felt beneath them, but his mere presence was comforting for the travelers: it meant they were on the right direction to something resembling civilization.
But whatever joy and comfort they found was quickly forgotten when a mighty crash was heard ahead of them. Wood splintered and a horse neighed in fright before it was suddenly silenced. The bard and the vampire stopped, realized that an accident had occurred. Zelda rushed forward to see if help could be given, while Remilia who saw the true reason in the strands of fate merely smiled and flew after fer companoin
All the while the scarlet devil thought over the secret identity of her companion. She saw through the lies easily, although it still took her by surprise by who she was in reality. A queen of a land not known to the vampire, and one founded by unknown forces across the universe. One might feel betrayed that they would be lied to, or even intimidated by the blade that the Hylian had hung over head, but the vampire found this all the more intriguing and gave her all the more reason to watch where this twisted path lead. Remi would play along with the story of the wondering bard that called themselves "Muse", but still held a mischievous thought as she now held a valuable power, the secret of another was something rarely held and a valuable asset.
And yet, Remilia felt a sliver of empathy for the hidden princess. 'Zelda' is too beautiful a name to keep from the world.
Once both had their share of dinner, it was Muse's turn for curiosity. Although it was never stated explicitly or even put as a question, the scarlet devil knew what the not-quite-a minstrel wanted to know: was the winged girl who sat beside her was a creature of darkness, who preyed upon people and drained their blood to prolong their eternal life. The powerful masters and mistresses of the night, and all that jazz. A vampire, or whatever name Hylains would attach to her particular type of undead creature. Remilia certainly took no effort to hide the fact that she was, but it could be unheard of in Zelda's own world.
"If you're asking if I had paid that price," It was a needless point, Remi had already figured that was exactly what Muse asked, but the vampire was ever a showman and willing to talk about herself "then yes. That power of blood pumps through my veins. Metaphorically, anyway, my heart has not pumped anything for centuries. You have nothing to fear, though. I am in control of my needs" Not that Zelda feared the little girl any more that she had any stranger she has met. That Remilia was so quick to run from the goblins assaulter before told that she had been weakened just like everyone else.
While the scarlet devil was happy with her well spoken spoken answer, the bard was not quite done. It seemed odd that the vampire had learned two things through her pressing while the Hylain queen was given only one, and she resolved to equal that out.
"So then what of your own world? You asked of mine, and it would only be fair to ask in turn" Zelda pointed out, and the vampire nodded in silent agreement. Remilia thought back to the day before, when she still lived to the misty lake in her mansion, surrounded by friends allies.
"I come from a place called Gensokyo. The Land of Fantasy" The scarlet sister told, a slight upturn of her lips as she thought back nostalgically. "A dimension inside a dimension. It was not my original home, but the world outside had changed. There was no place for monsters anymore among humanity's cities. But Gensokyo welcomed me and my friend, in its own way, and it became my home. Never a dull place, at least" Remilia leaned back until she laid on the grassy floor, and looked up as the sky turned orange and blue from the setting sun.
The two remained after that, as both became engrossed in thoughts of home and only the sounds of unfamiliar beasts reminded them they now wondered a path far from where they once were.
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Eventually camp was broken down once the last of the soup was eaten. The fire was thoroughly put out, what wasn't needed was turned back into Omnilium, and the duo left the their wayside campsite with only disturbed grass and a damp soot spot where the fire once was. They left in silence, once again back to Muse barely acknowledging Remi's existence and the vampire slowly lost her excitement and was bored once more.
Not for long, thankfully for the little youkai. Their path soon segued into a true road, a gravel and dirt trail that had been pounded relentlessly into a flat surface by constant use and the lanterns at irregular intervals. Both traveled quickly on it, neither wanted to be out in the dark. Zelda for the more normal reason of all matter of dangers that crawled out from their holes when the moon was over head, while Remilia was not worried for those dangers and was more concerned with a warm bed.
Their walk was eventually passed by a heavily laden wagon pulled by a single horse. A man of great girth and gaudy clothing, one hand held the reins in a loose grip while the other held tightly a sack of an unknown contents, though neither of the primes needed a hint to know what the opulent rider held. He passed by and out of sight with no word offered to those he felt beneath them, but his mere presence was comforting for the travelers: it meant they were on the right direction to something resembling civilization.
But whatever joy and comfort they found was quickly forgotten when a mighty crash was heard ahead of them. Wood splintered and a horse neighed in fright before it was suddenly silenced. The bard and the vampire stopped, realized that an accident had occurred. Zelda rushed forward to see if help could be given, while Remilia who saw the true reason in the strands of fate merely smiled and flew after fer companoin
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