| *I look at the setting yellow orb and sigh*
Why do I feeling a tinge of disappointment? The little one, Iym’iara Von’Sah has finally given up. I knew this day would come and now it leaves me a little empty. It took her a while to realise that her “family” had abandoned her, but even when that dawned on her she still had a spark of fight. Now that has gone. Soon, very soon, she will give herself up to me totally. Mine to do as I please, for she has no other option. Her “family” will not come for her. Not that she had much of one in the first place.
*laughs* The only one who shows his face on extremely rare occasions is the ugly one eyed Jaraxle. He only does so when he can be sure he can hide up the skirts of Trinsic. Why should I be surprised? It is after all a well-worn Von’Sah tactic. *laughs more* “Look at us evil nasty drow” as they pounce on some unsuspecting lone victim, then when it looks like they have bitten off more than they can chew, go running to Trinsic “Help save us, please!” How pathetic, how typical. Even little Iym’iara recognised this, for she holds Jaraxle in utter contempt and not just because he was too gutless to come and try and rescue her. No there are other reasons too and she is going to tell me all.
I told her that my sister, Faeryl, had seen Jaraxle. I told her how he refused to fight to get her back. Three times Faeryl challenged him and three times he refused, moving deeper into the safety of Trinsic. This did not surprise Iym’iara, nor did it surprise me. They have always refused a challenge for despite their empty pontificating they are all cowards and fear the power of a Llothian female. It has always been thus. *chuckles*
Iym’iara Von’Sah. She hates Jaraxle, she hates T’ristre, she hates Kalannar and she hates Moiraine. All the ones she thought were her closest and not one of them raised even a little finger to help her. Now she is mine, I am all she has got now. I will keep her alive even though she wants to die. She will obey my every command. I am her “family” now. *smiles coldly* As I leave her to rest, I give her something to think about during her reverie. “You have nearly 200 bones in your body.” I whisper in her ear. “Try to betray me……. and I will break every one!”
I watch, I assess, I report.
Vel'drav l' sil'in qu'ellar d'Hun’ett zotrethen……Jal zhal sha-rasa!!!
Lloth tlu laoles, dosst handmaiden orn naut hojh dos!!!! |