The hot tears caressed Esgallhugwen's pale sleeping face, she lay there motionless except for the slight flickering of her eyelids. She awoke wiping the tears from her face, trying to take slow calm breaths though her emotions soared once again much like last night with rage and sorrow. She had almost screamed out but caught it in her throat just in time.
Esgallhugwen stepped over to the dresser and looked in the mirror a smooth trickle of blood crept down her lip and chin, she filled the water basin and washed her face. A pale silver pendant fell out from her shirt on a chain.
Delicate spirals and knots sheathed an Elvish stone. Clear it was but gave off a faint glow where evil lurked and an even stronger light was emitted from it when the wearers emotion was at it's peak.
The light now faded slowly as Esgallhugwen gained hold of her self. She dried off tucking the necklace back under the shirt.
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"...for the sin of the idolater is not that he worships stone, but that he worships one stone over others.
-8:9:4 The Witness of Fane"
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