Chapter Note: Music used in this song is Our Lady Peace's 'Eternal Life'
Unnamed (7/?)
(Author: Alasia)
From where Callisto stood, she could make out the dim shadows of figures moving around Rowan's room. She could hear their conversation, but nothing the Seer had told the Hobbit had been new to her. She'd known Seers before, and one of them had died in her presence, just the way they'd Seen when they'd become a Seer. Callisto slowly blinked pale blue eyes before lowering her head as footsteps approached her. She turned her head slightly to see a figure emerging from the dark where the gardens parted from the buidlings and the glow from the torches did nothing to light the path.
The blue gown was the first and only sign she needed to know who it was, and when the amber eyed elf entered the clearing and stopped to study her, Callisto pretended not to see her as she moved away from the light to meld into the shadows. Anyone passing by would think Jairah was speaking to herself when she finally opened her mouth to ask the question that had been nagging at her ever since she'd first laid eyes on the pale haired creature next to her.
"What are you?"
A smirk slipped onto Callisto's deep red lips as her eyes glimmered in the dark. "Perhaps the question should be, why am I here?"
"What are you?" Jairah repeated.
"A Daywalker."
"What is a Daywalker?"
Callisto blinked. "I'm not here to pillage land and burn your towns. I'm not here to kill your people. What I really am is up to you to decide. Whether you decide if I'm demon or champion for the higher powers is also up to you."
"I don't understand." Jairah said, turning her head to look in the slightly glowing eyes of Callisto.
"You will." Callisto said, and then she walked away. Jairah turned her head to the balcony that had held Callisto's attention and saw the red haired woman that had passed out at the council standing on the balcony looking down at them. She couldn't place her either. Both women dressed strangely, as far as she knew they were both nameless. They were both mysteries, and they were both leaving with the Fellowship. That was the reason Jairah had joined the group, to study these two strange beings. Jairah sighed before turning and heading for her room.
* * *
Callisto watched Jairah walk away from where she stood below an open air hallway that led to her own room. She looked up and leapt, easily flying over the second story railing to land deftly on silent feet before she walked silently down the hall and entered the room. She lit a candle and looked around, seeing something resting on the bed. She walked over and her eyebrows shot up. There lay a dress, an elegant, dark red one that she would actually wear.
It was dark, rose red, black where the cloth folded in on itself. It was made of a sheer, flowy velvet. The top was a corsette very similar to the black one, only it had embroidered roses on it. The skirt was full and flared out , and would fall around her in a waterfall on material to drag behind her slightly. On the bench at the end of the bed rested a pair of matching slippers and tiny red rosebuds and black pearls on attached to pins for her hair. Next to those sat a piece of parchment that read:
Callisto,
Wear this
to the leaving feast. You will be expected to attend tomorrow.
There was no signature and Callisto noted that and, with a smirk on her face, retired.
* * *
Rowan found herself in an elegant medival lookign deep green gown with large bell sleeves and green trim. Her hair braided back the next night. She'd never really been one for standing out. Jairah, who stood with Arwen across the room was clad in a beautiful number of blue. Callisto on the other hand looked fit to kill. The dress fitted to her and her hair was piled on her head in soft rings, pinned with rosebuds and black pearls, a few tighter ringlets falling around her face.
Dinner had concluded with no misshaps. Callisto hadn't eaten, but her goblet had remained full all night with a thick red substance that Rowan was pretty sure had been blood of some sort. Now the group had retired into another room to play music and recite poetry. Both Callisto and Rowan had been asked to do something, and Rowan had politely refused while Callisto had merely nodded and was now waiting her turn.
Across the room Callisto had moved to where the mosic was and a haunting melody had begun to play. Jairah's head had snapped around to stare at ehr with wide eyes as her eerie alto voice filled the now very silent room. Callisto's eyes connected with Jairah's, as if looking to enlighten the Evlen woman.
"Eternal life is now on my trail
Got my red glitter coffin, man,
just need one last nail
While all these ugly gentlemen play
out their foolish games
There's a flaming red horizon that
screams our names
And as your fantasies are broken
in two
Did you really think this bloody
road would
Pave the way for you?
You better turn around
And blow your kiss hello to life
eternal, angel
Racist everyman, what have you done?
Man, you've made a killer of your
unborn son...
Crown my fear you king at the point
of a gun
All I wanna do is love everyone...
And as your fantasies are broken
in two
Did you really think this bloody
road would
Pave the way for you?
You better turn around
And blow your kiss hello to life
eternal...
There's no time for hatred, only
questions
What is live, where is happiness,
what is life, where is peace?
When will I find the strength to
bring me release?
And tell me, where is the love in
what your prophet has said?
Man, it sounds to me just like a
prison for the walking dead
And I've got a message for you and
your twisted hell
You better turn around
And blow your kiss goodbye to life
eternal, angel..."
Callisto trailed off, and everyone nitced the slight emphasis she'd put on the words 'walking dead' before she retreated to the shadows. Rowan realized then what was happening, and what Jairah and Callisto had talked about the night before. Daywalkers were unable to describe what they were. They were uncapable of forming the words when asked, so Callisto was doing her best to answer the question. Rowan sighed heavily, apparently, Jairah had sensed the fact that Callisto wasn't good and wasn't evil and had asked the plae haired woman what she was. By the words in this song, Callisto hadn't been amused.
