RP:Two Sisters, Two Separate Destinies
Part of the The Day I Tried To Live Arc
Summary: Pilar finds out about Khitti's unfortunate predicament after a run-in with Rorin's magic, visits her sister, and the two discover the paths one another has chosen to take.
Frostmaw Fort: Medical Wing
Khitti was, well, still in bed unfortunately. It was nearly a week now and she wasn’t fully healed of the horrible burns of all three degrees left by Rorin’s magic. After Dominic and Brand had come and gone for now, off to get some much needed food and whiskey (because Brand said so), she’d been left to her own devices. The redhead had been sitting up in bed, reading as usual, though this time she was continuing her studies on necromancy, finding a way to get rid of Amarrah, and finding a cure for her vampirism. Of course, no one else but Dominic, Brand, and Lionel knew of this, but thankfully she’d gotten use to the healers that would periodically check up on her. Even after her outburst--which had been for their own good--they still did their job as she was not only a citizen of Frostmaw, but one of the Queen’s employees. Despite this, though, word had still gotten around the fort that a redheaded vampiress had tried to attack the healers, acting like a wounded animal, and refusing all help from them. Of course, if anyone knew Khitti well enough, they’d know it was her without even being given her name.
Pilar had been elsewhere when Khitti had been injured. She was only returning home to pick up a few things when she heard about Khitti. After inadvertently terrifying the healer by grabbing her by the shoulders and demanding more information, she flew to Khitti's room. She knocked on the door tentatively. "Khitti? Khitti, can I come in?"
With lightening fast speed, Khitti slams shut all of the books she had open on the bed and then shoves them underneath her blanket. “Uhh, y-yes? Come in.” She was dressed in that Kreekitaka dress she’d come to love, the delicateness of the material allowing her to shift about in bed as she needed to and didn’t hinder the bandages that wrapped her hands and legs. As Pilar would be opening the door, Khitti would be searching for her hairbrush in the knapsack that Dominic and Brand had left for her.
Pilar came in and hurried to her sister's side. "Khitti, are you alright? What happened? Who did this to you?" There would be hell to pay for whoever had hurt her sister. She pulled up her sleeve. "Do you want to drink from me?" All Khitti had to do was say the word and she'd present her wrist for noms. Pilar was oblivious to the many strange lumps under the covers.
Khitti blinked a few thousand times at Pilar’s flurry of questions. Okay, not really, but she might as well have. “Pilar, I’m fine. Mostly. Zhere’s zhis stupid paladin kid in zhe varrior’s guild. Uh, vhat’s his name...Rolin? No. Rachelle? No vait, zhat’s zhat crazy chick vith zhe umbrellas. Radcliffe?” She squints, the gears in her head turning rather slowly today, “No, no. Zhat’s zhe name of zhat kid vith zhe lightning bolt scar in zhat book...Oh! Rorin. You’d zhink it vas zhe frakking new year celebrations vith as much as he lit up Venturil zhat day.” There was visible shuddering at the thought of the holy magic as it surge through the area, through the undead that had attacked the group, and through her. “I’ll be fine vithout your blood. I guess I’m technically vell enough to go feed on my own now, but ve decided I’d leave tomorrow or zhe day after. Just to be safe. It’s mainly just my hands and legs vith zhe burns now.”
"Venturil? What were you doing out there?" Oh, she'd heard about the dino problem, but she didn't know any details. Pilar pulled her sleeve back down and gingerly embraced Khitti. "I'm so sorry I wasn't here..."
“It’s alright, Pilar. Dominic and Brand have been vith me. And zhat veirdo from Larket, Valen, came by to visit too, vith his new -boyfriend-.” There’s a bit of emphasis on the word ‘boyfriend’ because she’s quite certain he’ll likely just move on to someone else once the right candidate came along. “You’re not always going to be here, just as I can’t always be zhere for you. Ve are both leading different lives zhat pulls us in all kinds of directions zhat don’t always match up. As for Venturil, I joined up vith zhe varrior’s guild not long ago and ve vere dealing vith some raptors. Zhen some undead showed up in zhe barrows ve vere fighting in and zhat’s vhen Rorin decided it was a good idea to go all holy on every undead in zhe area including Emrith and myself.” Khitti shrugs as she pulls away from the embrace once she’d returned Pilar’s hug. “Vhat -have- you been up to, zhen?”
Pilar hummed. Maybe she wouldn't kick Rorin's ass. Just give him a stern talking-to. It sounded like Khitti and Emrith were just collateral damage. When the conversation turned to her, Pilar said, "I... had a dream, the night you gave me that guitar. A woman appeared to me, called herself Daedria and said she was the Ascendi of Music... And that she had a task for me. She wanted me to go to some seaside caves and find... something. I'm not sure what it all means, but my gut is telling me it's important."
Khitti squinted a bit, suspicion written all over her features. “Ascendi? You mean zhose god-beings zhat used to vander around Lithrydel? Pilar, zhose are long gone. Are you sure you veren’t hallucinating again? Like vhen Xzavior brought you back from Desparrow.” She shifted a bit in the bed, putting the extra pillow behind her next as she sat up more. “But...if you really zhink zhis is something you should do, I’m not going to stop you. Ve are both following very different paths now and ve must both do vhat ve zhink is right. Just...be careful, okay? You know vhere I’ll always be, and if I end up elsewhere, Drargon or Lionel or -someone- here vill know.”
"Heh. No, I'm not sure," Pilar confessed. "But even so, if there's a chance this, this vision is real, I should try to follow it, right? I won't do it alone, I promise." ~And I know how to contact you,~ she reminded Khitti through their bond. ~If I need you, I'll call. Just promise you'll do the same if you need me.~
“Yeah. I vill.” The redhead fell silent, brows scrunched together in thought. “Pilar…? I don’t vant to be a vampire anymore.” There was a pause, more chewing on the things she’d been dwelling on for weeks now. “I’m going to look for a cure. I don’t know if I’m going to find it, but...regardless of zhat, I’m going to get rid of Amarrah. I’m pretty sure I need to go to zhe Shadow Plane to do it. If I -do- find a cure, I von’t stay alive very long vith zhat awful creature around. She’s zhe whole reason I because zhis in zhe first place.”
Pilar looked at Khitti, a flash of horror on her face. "Oh, Khitti... There is a cure. But... But you need to be careful, and find someone who knows what they're doing. Otherwise..." Pilar lifted her skirt slightly to show her metal leg. "... and that's if you're lucky. I... I understand wanting to be human again. I hope, I pray, that you succeed. Even if it means one day... We'll have to say goodbye." Pilar sniffed.
“-I- know vhat I’m doing. I’m not going to some batshit crazy lycan hellbent on killing everyone. Did you know he vas involved in all of zhose kidnappings in Cenril? It vas all over zhe board in Kelay.” Khitti sighed and shook her head, “I’m getting off-topic. Zhere’s got to be other cures zhan vhat he vas vorking on. I’ve read reports of it in zhe past, but zhey vere very vague.” Her features soften somewhat, in an attempt to give some sort of reassurance to her sister, “If something goes vrong, vith any of it, you’ll be zhe first to know, okay? I just...vant to be normal--as normal as I can get anyway. Zhis vampirism is not it.” Crimson brows furrow as she shifts her line of sight away from Pilar, moving to stare at the door, “...I vant to start a family…”
Pilar blinked. "You... want a baby?" Khitti never struck her as the motherly sort. At least, not as the type of person who'd want to be. Pilar would have encouraged adoption, but she knew there were other reasons Khitti wanted to be human. She placed her hand on her shoulder. "I think you'd be a good mother... You'd let me babysit, right?" Pilar smiled. She did love babies.
Khitti’s expression shifted to that of an awkward lopsided half-frown as she side-eyed the floor near Pilar’s feet. “I mean...I didn’t zhink I’d ever find someone zhat might vant a family too. I don’t know if it’s going to happen, zhough. Zhings are...veird...right now.” She manages a faint smile for Pilar, nodding a little, “If it ever does happen, zhen yes. You can definitely babysit.”
Pilar smiled and hugged Khitti. "I hope you get everything you want, and more. You deserve it." She released her sister and stood up straight. "You know, we should bake again soon. I miss doing that with you. We can make carrot cake, and cakelog, and polvorones..."
The redhead gave her sister another nod. “Of course. Zhe first time I vent back to Raiez’s cave, I managed to grab zhe magical oven she gave me vhen I vas in zhe jar. They cook in barely any time at all, so we could make some for everyone ve know.” A small smile manages to appear finally, “It’s one of zhe only zhing I can do to get some peace of mind around here anymore. Even reading now has become somewhat tainted zhanks to Amarrah and finding a cure.” That smile faded quickly though, once Amarrah was mentioned. “Speaking of Amarrah, I vant you to be on your guard around me, alright? She’s...not been very, erm, cooperative since she voke back up in zhe cave. Vith -anything-. Just...be careful, alright?”
Pilar frowned. She didn't realize Amarrah had EVER been cooperative. And now she was being actively malicious? Great. "I... I will," she promised. "Just... You be careful too, okay? And call me if you need me, I mean it."
Khitti nods, “Good. Vell, you best be off zhen. I don’t vant to keep you from your duties and I could honestly use a nap after all zhe reading I’ve been doing anyway. I von’t be long before Dominic and Brand come back.” She’d see her sister off, give her the usual ‘I love you’ and ‘see you soon’ before curling up in bed next to those books of hers.