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i have loved the stars too fondly [ ranni + anastasia ]
The mist that wreathes the ground of the Church of Elleh is barely moving in the light breeze, curling around grass and crumbled stone, just barely touching the hem of Ranni's long skirt as she sits on what was once a portion of wall, waiting patiently.
Last night, Blaidd had come to her with a tale of a Tarnished riding atop a spectral steed in Western Limgrave. It was a story hastily passed from one person to another, and so Ranni expects that the details have changed somewhat in the telling. But if the core of it is true -- that Torrent has entrusted someone with their care -- then Ranni feels this is worth a visit to see with her own eyes.
She, and those in her service, have been busy lately. Their primary mission is searching for the Fingerslayer Blade. After that, Ranni will entrust someone to go forth and procure at least a couple of Great Runes, enough to be able to face Radagon and Marika. There, she will finally be able to begin the journey down the dark path she has chosen.
A strong Tarnished may be of some use in that venture. Ranni has no real intention of roping them into her cause, but should they prove to be a worthy inheritor of the title of Elden Lord... perhaps Ranni will consider their involvement.
First, however, she has to meet them.
With her hands folded neatly in her lap, Ranni waits. The sun is just barely beginning to crest the horizon, lighting the top of the crumbled structure of the church, and animals are beginning to stir to life in the nearby trees. Ranni lifts a hand, and a tiny bird lands on her outstretched finger, shaking its wings free of overnight dew. When she hears hoofbeats, Ranni doesn't move, but her idly curious gaze watches as the Tarnished makes their way into the church.
"This way, Tarnished." Ranni's eye gleams from under the brim of her hat. "May I have a word?"
Last night, Blaidd had come to her with a tale of a Tarnished riding atop a spectral steed in Western Limgrave. It was a story hastily passed from one person to another, and so Ranni expects that the details have changed somewhat in the telling. But if the core of it is true -- that Torrent has entrusted someone with their care -- then Ranni feels this is worth a visit to see with her own eyes.
She, and those in her service, have been busy lately. Their primary mission is searching for the Fingerslayer Blade. After that, Ranni will entrust someone to go forth and procure at least a couple of Great Runes, enough to be able to face Radagon and Marika. There, she will finally be able to begin the journey down the dark path she has chosen.
A strong Tarnished may be of some use in that venture. Ranni has no real intention of roping them into her cause, but should they prove to be a worthy inheritor of the title of Elden Lord... perhaps Ranni will consider their involvement.
First, however, she has to meet them.
With her hands folded neatly in her lap, Ranni waits. The sun is just barely beginning to crest the horizon, lighting the top of the crumbled structure of the church, and animals are beginning to stir to life in the nearby trees. Ranni lifts a hand, and a tiny bird lands on her outstretched finger, shaking its wings free of overnight dew. When she hears hoofbeats, Ranni doesn't move, but her idly curious gaze watches as the Tarnished makes their way into the church.
"This way, Tarnished." Ranni's eye gleams from under the brim of her hat. "May I have a word?"
It's been WAY TOO LONG but finally life at least calms down a little time to dust off a PSL-
... but sincerity hasn't failed her yet. So even underneath her helmet, her gaze turns directly towards Renna even if she knows her smile likely won't reach her. "... I suppose I'm stalling at this point, it cannot be put off forever. Not if I want to live up to my little speech just now." A brief pause, and then realizing she truthfully does not know the outcome of this coming battle- "I realize this may sound odd, but... thank you. You helped me earlier, did you not? And even now you've come to check up on me. I don't know your motives, or why you're doing what you're doing, but..."
She trails off, finding herself struggling to put her thoughts, her feelings into words. But after a second she speaks again. "It's nice to not feel like I'm alone." Simple, straight to the point. On the cusp of a duel with someone who bears the title of Demigod, it seems perhaps the best time to simply be honest with how she feels, how terribly alone she's been, even as she's dug deep to find her reason to stand yet against everything. Reaching up to briefly adjust her helmet, then down to her sword belt as if to also adjust that, she gives herself a brief nod. "... before I try and unravel any mysteries, I still need to prove that I even can. Prove it to the people I claim to stand for, prove it to myself..." One could almost hear the slight upturn of her mouth, the tiniest of smirks gracing her features under her helmet. "And I suppose prove it to you too. By your leave..."
Finally she turns away, her gaze settling upon the one doorway she'd yet to explore, the hallway she knew would lead further in- and almost certainly to Godrick. There was little left of Stormveil she hadn't set foot in, he was near and she knew it. "... I guess we'll see if I'm just going to be another bump in history's road. My only request, if I somehow do pull this off and live to tell the tale-" Should she even say something like this? Part of her knows full well she's about to march off to something that by all right should be her end, but if she yet prevails, if there's still truly a spark of hope here to nurture and grow into something more...
"-may we meet once again, when the dust settles?"
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There are many things and peoples motives that Anastasia has said are beyond her understanding right now: the Order, the Two Fingers, the so-called Renna. To be lumped in with the other two brings a foul taste to the back of her throat, a strain to the rusted wires that hold her rib cage together. Right now she is no more than yet another mysterious force to this Tarnished, but it is better that it remains this way for the moment. Ranni cannot show her hand too soon.
She must wait, and observe. This would-be Lord is not the first to have tried to reforge the Elden Ring, but the latest in a long line of attempts, and Ranni has grown cautious of too much influence. She does not want to influence. She wants Anastasia to stand on her own feet, to conquer her own battles, and at last, perhaps, if Ranni is lucky, come to her as an asset and a fighter rather than a follower.
Ranni stands, too, the furs and linens of her dress shuffling around her, swirling patterns in the dusty floor below. The glassy eye of her doll's face is fixed firmly on Anatasia, a pale glow of an entirely different kind than the Grace between them.
"Should you succeed, we will speak once more, Tarnished. Thou art not done with me yet." There's a hint of mischief in her voice, a suggestion of an amused smile. "I look forward to tales of thine battle. I am sure it will be a reckoning for the ages."
She turns, and the edges of her form start to fade, blurring, as she leaves. But before she fades entirely from the room, she makes a simple gesture, an offering of a hand, palm up, with a whisper on the wind:
"Should thee fall, Tarnished, I will make sure you are remembered."
And what that, she's gone.