Remy Antoinette Charlevoix - The Mistress of Time

The air itself was so thick with pollution that it actually made her sick. Feeling uneasy about the special little hell that she had so recklessly followed the Hunter to, she decided that it would be wise to first do what she could to blend into the general populace. Knowing the man she loved all too well, she knew that the moment he saw her coming towards him, he would likely disappear once again. 

After all, she did deserve it for the cruel wound she had dealt not a day or two before.

Finally escaping the smoggy air with the pleasant chime of a bell dangling from a door's handle, she found herself in the eerily settled silence of a clothing store. Shuffling footsteps soon followed as in front of her suddenly appeared a woman with owlish looking eyes staring at the uneasy girl for a few moments. Such huge eyes squinted to narrow her gaze as he studied the Elven girl that stood before her for a few silent but unbearably tense moments before she decided to speak.

"Vat are you, my dear?" She purred in a low tone, brushing a strand of blackened hair from her bright blue eyes. "You are not from around here...and vy do you ave' pointed ears?" She inquired, leaning up to stare at the magi's ears closely, meticulously examining every detail down to even the piercings Remy had upon them.

Stiffening ever slightly as the woman drew closer, Remy took a step backward in hesitation before speaking. "I am an Elf, isn't it obvious?" Leering at her then, the woman drew closer with a mixture of fascination and suspicion. 

"Are you daft, child?" She asked, leaning in so far that Remy could swear that this woman was somehow denying the laws of fundamental physics. "Elves haven't existed on this world for over several centuries I believe, you may vant to check on a 'istorian vor such a fact. Ze costume ez very convincing...but you are no Elf. Vat do you vant?"

"New clothes, I think." She began to state, gently taking up a handful of the fine silk that made her blue and gold embroidered garb. "I don't wish to risk these becoming ruined; that, and I stick out like a sore thumb. I can pay for this easily if you don't mind."

"Of course of course. Quickly quickly then! Out of dose...clothes in ze dressing room. Go!" Rudely pushing the delicate looking girl into a dressing room, the magus quickly complied to the orders she had been given, and was soon covered in enough measuring tape to make her look almost akin to the ancient mummies of a lost civilization. Watching as the woman then darted away to return with a slew of odd looking clothes, the Magi lifted up the variations of strange lace, cottons, silks and satin and gave the woman a quizzical look with each set.

With a sigh of frustration, the woman marched into the dressing room and dragged the elven girl with her. Not long after that however, she was forced to step out from the room and in front of a mirror with an expression of uncertainty. Did the women of this realm truly dress like this? Surely such peculiar garb was not meant for normal wear.

"Sangre would approve, I suppose..." she muttered beneath her breadth as she studied the Victorian garb in the mirror. 

"Vat did you say...?" Came a low purr once again from the dressing room as the woman walked out with all of her flowing silk and gold folded neatly. "Sangre? Our great constructor? The goddess? You do not speak of her so informally, less you might draw even more attention to yourself, dear." Remy's eyes widened sharply then, she had seen the source of the hunter's nightmares; surely this woman was jesting. There was no way that even Sangre could have survived what had happened that horrible day of war. 

Common sense returned to her sharply then as she realized that this woman had zero reason to deceive her. Turning sharply to the owlish woman and seizing her shoulders, Remy searched deeply in her eyes for any hint of deception as the bewildered human stared at her. 

"Where do I find her temple? I need to go pray and make an offering."

"Just down the street to the north, girl. But first you must pay."

"Of course," the magi stammered, with far more relevant issues also digging at her mind while she pulled out a velvet purse which jiggled with coins. "This is pure gold, and should be more than enough to pay for your efforts! Thank you!" Dashing then out onto the street, the Magus soon slowed into a steady walk towards the directions that she had been given. 

As she left, the tailor watched after her for a few moments until she began to toy with the gold coins she had received. Twirling one in one finger while meticulously studying another, her owlish eyes widened in shock before she looked back up to try to find the girl again! Yet the elvish woman was long gone, leaving only her crooked lips to cracked into a sagely, wise smile before whispering to herself.

"Peculiar....peculiar...."

It did not take very long at all to arrive at the temple.

For a long minute, she stood there in a state that could only be described as utterly awestruck at the structure. Inscribed in the lines above the temple's entrance were words that Sangre had told her long ago...and she couldn't believe it!

[I]"Wisdom and Enlightenment is what we should construct and strive for. Forget not the sacrifices of those before you and build a brighter future."[/I]

Unsure of precisely what she should do, the magus slowly drew a deep breadth. Mustering her wits and courage alike, she glided up the stairway and rested her palms against the heavy wooden door. With the slightest push, the doors creaked open to the stagnant air and scent of a few candles being burned. She was not alone in her quest for some sort of redemption, as there were a scattering of others who knelt and clutched onto prayer beads and holy books.

Walking quietly through the central aisle, she came up to a statue in the likeness of the Goddess and her eyes could not believe it! In every possibly way, she bore the exact resemblance of the one she had known from so many years ago. She had survived! That in itself must be the truth! Bowing her head despite her expression of relief, the Magi began a simple prayer.

"Old friend," she whispered quietly so that her words were only shared between her and the Goddess. "I know it has been a long time since we've talked; but I am desperately in need of your help. I was deceived, and in such deception I shattered the heart of the one I hold truly dear. Please...help me find him. I know he is here, somewhere, but I simply do not know where to begin!" Misery lingered upon her voice then before she finished her small prayer with a few words in the end. "Please, lend me your wisdom to see the path I truly need to see so I can at least meet him just one more time."