Rosa trudged though the cold, heartless halls Lamid Beravuz. Her heart heavy as she listened to the man who she had followed for miles aboveground and dedicated most of her adult waking life to restlessly snoring in the room beside her own. Her face was damp, and her eyes ringed with the dark circles from lack of sleep. Her normally bushy blonde hair falling lank over her head.
Cobbles, Cobbles the builder. Her one true love, loved another. She would never have belived it had another person told her, but there was no one else here. Just her and Cobbles. The letters from MirroredAbbey could not be faked though, nor disbelieved. Somehow, somehow her beloved Cobbles had found time to visit Lady Impending Doom. Using time and effort that he had never shared for the one dwarf who truely loved him, Cobbles had betrayed her trust... and her love.
The carved walls seemed to lean in on Rosa as she worked fevorishly in the workshop she had constructed. A masterpiece for her beloved, one of many. Everywhere the smoothed walls and carefully built doors that would protect them both and keep him near her seemed to laugh. Mocking her foolish daydream that everything would be all right. After all, Cobbles had let her in. That sparkle in his eye when she showed up at his door with her few belongings proving that she would have a warm home for the rest of her life. A sparkle that had turned into a foolish lie.
No, she could not live like this. Dedicating her heart and body to the whim of a man who did not, could not love her back.
With an angry crack she slammed her fist against the nearest wall, loosing a rough stone from and outcrop. The small obsidian chunk bouncing down the nearby staircase into the mines. "No!" Her voice echoed in the empty room, the shrillness of it affecting her much like a sharp slap on the face.
She immediatly calmed down, the tentacles of the dwarven tantrum that had nearly ensnared her loosing their hold on her limbs. The angry fire in her eyes dying down into a cooler simmer. "No." She said again to herself, a deadly calm overtaking her as she walked away from the workshop to get a drink from the food stockpiles.
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