Gaeriel danced even closer to Gorgoths’s cave, not noticing her proximity to it. She was excited about the upcoming events, that she knew now were about to arise. Gaeriel stopped and looked around. She was at the mouth of Gorgoth’s cave, glow illuminating it in a sickly green light. She weighed her options fro a minute or two. “Do I go in?” She pondered, “ or do I stay out and hide.” Then acting on pure impulse against her better judgement she floated into the cave through this maw into Gorgoth’s cave.
She stopped as soon as she had passed the threshold. “ What am I doing here?” she thought. She looked around seeing the other two wights and she suddenly felt very small and vulnerable. Not a being that was immensely evil but small and powerless, like she hadn’t felt since she had been alive and a child at that. But at the same time she felt a great swell of hatred towards these others ,and she wanted nothing more than to leave to her own halls. She turned to leave but for some reason she could not, she stayed “rooted” to the spot and maybe she waited, but for what. She was always waiting for something, she hardly ever knew what it was though, but still she was always waiting. She floated there in her decaying guise of her dry and cracking flesh;. flakes drifting to the floor only to disappear into nothing. She stood there looking at them from seemingly empty eye sockets wondering what to do next, waiting for who knows what.
[ May 10, 2003: Message edited by: Annalaliath ]
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