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Ranewen sat next to the Richimon Lake, looking aimlessly down at the waters whilst her familiars and companions played next to her. She had given up the position of being a Goddess of Darkness for a place at the High Council. It was a smart move in her eyes, but left the position open. Whoever had the position next had better be good, or she’d be mad. Well, she’d be involved with the voting, so it wouldn’t really matter. She’d know before anyone else…right? Right… she told herself and looked at the clear, solid-looking water. Sighing, she hummed a little tune and sang some words to herself, a little piece of a large song she would—hopefully—one day finish.

“ Hey there Salinger, What did you do? Just when the world was looking at you To write anything, that meant anything You told us you were through And it's been years since you passed away but I see no plaque, and I see no grave. And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way…” She grinned to herself and sighed contentedly. She leaned back on her elbows, staring at the sky, watching birds fly across it once in a while and chirp, chasing one another happily. She grinned and then lowered her gaze, looking at her white horse. She wondered where her two dragons and winged unicorn were. She shrugged, ignoring the fact that they had gone off once more without telling her. Not like they’d be into any trouble at the moment. It was the middle of the day…

Phedre, up in a nearby tree, awoke from her half-concious sleep by the haunting songs coming from a familar voice near the lake. Immediatly the familiarity of the voice was overshadowed with the immense frustration of having been woken up again this day. Being a vampiress, day was not Phedre's strong point, but it did not stop her from doing what was needed. She cursed under her breath, ripping at the edges of her cloak, wrapping it around her in the proper fashion instead of the makeshift blanket she was using it as. More curses were muttered as she dropped from the tree to land crouched on the ground below. She resettled the cloak on her shoulders and pulled up the hood to cover her shadowy black hair and eerie gold stare. The trees covered her in shade until she proceeded towards the song that disturbed her peace.
With a stretch of her arms out before her, her glaive and dagger, on opposite sides of her hips, were just visible from beneath her cloak. Her lips were a paled pink, different from their usual crimson during the moon-ruled nights, and her small bit of visible skin was pale, almost like the moonlight itself. Finally her light treading steps took her to the edge of the trees and before the great lake. Immediately she stopped, her eyes settling on the rather familiar source of her lack of sleep. Ranewen had been one of Phedre's first friends. She was welcomed into her temple... but times had changed, and from what Phedre heard, there was no longer a Goddess of Darkness. Phedre could not wrap her head around the past-goddess' decision, but had no reason to challenge it, nor express her opinion of it.
Inhaling slowly she finally spoke, her voice rough from lack of use "Ranewen? Is that you?" She took a few more steps forward awaiting an answer, glancing to her left to see a white horse standing nearby.