Shield by shield, she stood by side of her twin-sister. Together and with their companions, they managed to overcome anything. Or so she thought.
Presqirelle once said, her sister would cry if passing a stepped on flower. And she feared, her attitude will put them on the downside of the hill soon. And she wasn't wrong.
The feelings it is going to end badly, began the very moment Eliniel stopped by the road to observe the garda's doing. Presqirelle told to Lindar, that troubles begin, and urged him to go. He told her, they will wait. When Garda began to flog a random man they picked yesterday, both observed Eliniel from distance.
"It is a matter of time," thought Presqirelle. And indeed, she was correct.
Soon her sister began to interfere. They moved closer to prevent it, but of them, Presqirelle and Lindar alike, knew she won't listen in arrogance to anyone of them.
Situation escalated fast. Her sister drew sword and refused to put it away."Sheath the sword!" repeated Presqirelle in growing desperation, and Lindar begged her to do the same. Totally out of place, Eliniel began to talk of elven gods...as if that would matter, in Barovia, where even farmers hate elves.
Guards drew weapons and fight opened. Presqirelle stepped aside. The decision she made, hurt her. But this fight was not hers. It was not fight of their god. It was not fight to help to anyone, but pride of Eliniel. It was outcome of pure arrogance and ignorance. She watched her fight with six guards, downing few of them. Desperation raced inside. The more guards she would put down the worse negotiation for her body or life after.
But poor Lindar could not just stand idle. He tried to hasten and invis Eliniel. Ridiculous, why you trigger fight and then run? But garda hopped onto bard, hacking on him from all sides.
The twin drew her sword. Her standing aside ceased to matter. Eliniel now has drawn into the shit also Nightstar brothers. "I hate you sister," muttered aloud, when joining the fray. She downed one guard chasing Eliniel and turned to chase people chasing Lindar. It forced the paladin to face off Radu, heavily wounding him. But the guards were simple too many.
......
Unknown elf managed to save them all. And now, their group found itself inside damp dark cavern. All hours long, since being saved, Presqirelle did not smile or laugh. She ceased to talk to her sister, and refused to be warded by her magic. Eliniel on the other hand, was simple going as always. She showed no regrets. Despite carelessly getting others killed for her pride and arrogance, she acted like nothing would happen at all.
But her twin could not forgive that. Presqirelle became determined to make her responsible, to feel consequences of own acting.
She did ask her priest to trial own sister. Torn asunder but the pride and arrogance had to be punished and fixed. And she would carry the burden of her sister being punished.
But things are never as Presqirelle would hope for. As soon as others arrived, they were angered. Freyjadour listened to them and his decision devastated his beloved. He will help to Eliniel, until she is safe, and then they paths will part. She lost his trust. Presqirelle listened to the exchange, dark and sad expression on her face. Others fully supported that decision. Irida called out the acting prideful and arrogant and refused to stand side by side with Eliniel as well. Sabas called Eliniel adopted. Twin stood there, and just listened. When Irida turned to her for confirmation, she managed few words or a mere nod. Her eyes took in unhappy face of Lindar, who just nodded at the shared truth.
This was not what Presqirelle desired nor was it her doing. Friends judged her sister on her own actions and made decision. Not a single word could be disputed. She turned and sit down, facing away from others. Head onto her knees. Unable to cry, feeling growing emptiness inside. Twin meant always part of her soul, or she felt it that way, regardless of Eliniel disputing it, laughing at it. And now, that part felt empty after betrayal. Yes, betrayal, as if to bear blade means responsibility and her sister gave it all away. When the wolves cut off her wrist, tongue, and ripped her eyes out, it was nothing compared to this.