Of the Roane, only three things need be known: that they see the future, but never clearly; that few of them remain among the living; and that the one disaster they did not foretell was the one which killed the better part of their number.
So it was with great regard that the Divided Courts welcomed the messengers of the Undersea, a merrow escort for a Roane message.
"The fires will come, and though many will run, few will survive the burning. In their wake will come sickness such as has never been seen before nor will be seen again, and it will be a second burning, one that kills without concern for fae or mortal bloodlines. Few who call Londinium home will survive those fires, and royal lines will be henceforth shattered into history and dust."
"I have seen many of you before, in the motion of the water," the Roane, a little girl barely able to hold herself upright, finished. "Too many have I seen on night-haunt wings. Flee this land while the future can yet be changed. Stay, and may the mercy of the waters be upon you."
I stood beside my dear friend Rand, who had startled me not minutes before by walking, calmly as you please, from the shadows of my dressing room. Fortunately for he and I, I had been dressed and neither my husband, nor my servants had been in attendance. The man truly had no sense of propriety.
Regardless, together we looked at each other in fear and dread of what was to come.
Rand offered a courtly bow and said, "I must go, dear September, though it pains me to leave you so soon. I must report to my Father the words of the Roane."
"Farewell, my friend. Open roads." I replied with a formal tone and a warm smile.
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Date: 2014-10-31 04:42 pm (UTC)So it was with great regard that the Divided Courts welcomed the messengers of the Undersea, a merrow escort for a Roane message.
"The fires will come, and though many will run, few will survive the burning. In their wake will come sickness such as has never been seen before nor will be seen again, and it will be a second burning, one that kills without concern for fae or mortal bloodlines. Few who call Londinium home will survive those fires, and royal lines will be henceforth shattered into history and dust."
"I have seen many of you before, in the motion of the water," the Roane, a little girl barely able to hold herself upright, finished. "Too many have I seen on night-haunt wings. Flee this land while the future can yet be changed. Stay, and may the mercy of the waters be upon you."
I stood beside my dear friend Rand, who had startled me not minutes before by walking, calmly as you please, from the shadows of my dressing room. Fortunately for he and I, I had been dressed and neither my husband, nor my servants had been in attendance. The man truly had no sense of propriety.
Regardless, together we looked at each other in fear and dread of what was to come.
Rand offered a courtly bow and said, "I must go, dear September, though it pains me to leave you so soon. I must report to my Father the words of the Roane."
"Farewell, my friend. Open roads." I replied with a formal tone and a warm smile.
"And kind, yet obedient fires to you and yours."