Eliana brought her lips tightly together, forming a rounded shape, before averting her gaze back to the eagle.
"You have to pass into eternal oblivion! I can't risk burning my entire race's fate for the second time!" Her tail swept the eagle into the lake, before the narrow remnant of crack, stubborn as a mule, could reform again.
She could see from the opaque ice cover, how desperately the eagle thrashed his wings just to inhale a breath of air. His long hooked beak and curved talons tremendously fought against the ice layer, yet could not poke any piece out.
It coughed violently for water must be rattling inside his lungs. He gasped, mouth wide open, trying his best to draw some air, but, what gushed inside was yet another surge of fluid. It suffocated. Not long after, the transpicuous bubbles stopped erupting, denoting the eagle's departure from life.
Eliana tore her gaze from there, and squashed the tiny flicker of sympathy, lest it should grow. Hurling another fireball, she dissolved the eagle within the water and spun on her heels.
They created this heartless demoness out of the once benevolent, naive princess--Elena Ashford. Hence, they should be the ones to taste the bitterness and bear the consequence!
Once rage evaporated from Eliana's body, she grew aware of her fading energy. Two thirds of her mana had been spent, while physical tiredness possessed her, casting an evil eye on her high spirited soul.
A sudden wave of dizziness spun her vision; a side effect that would come up to her whenever she failed to balance her mana. She exhausted her fire mana herself, while the other three raced out of her body themselves.
Eliana staggered upon a plain land, legs slightly lost their coordination, as she swayed side by side. Countless subtle crispy buzzing noises rang inside her head by the ears like that of cicadas, the singing insect, the way they would prevent the night from possessing its quietness.
Giddy, she placed a pinch on her temple, then lifted the digit, and stretched the curve between thumb and index. Immediately, she dropped the pad of forefinger on the forehead, before sliding the thumb on the smooth surface to meet with the digit; in inch-worm crawling motion.
Weak at the knees, Eliana leaned against a thick tree trunk, and continued massaging her temple and forehead in an endeavor to remove the throbbing pain sizzling inside.
"I'm coming out!"
Neither Eliana responded, nor Eunias awaited it. Bright rays gushed forth out of her glabella, and he materialized into a six-footer tall lanky man.
The smooth tract of land between Eunias's meticulously threaded eyebrows which were curved like fine bows, crinkled as the gray orbs under contemplated the weak her. His small pointed nose—the envy of females—wrinkled, openly expressing his disgust; and the thin red lips frowned downward, before he pushed out a snort through them.
"Look at you! Should I hold a mirror for you so that you can have a look at your pathetic dishevelled appearance?"
Eunias flipped his sleek silver hair that rested upon his chest to the back, his lips jutting out in a perfect pout, as he made a show of fanning his face with a hand. Just then, a gust of cool breeze grazed against his body, bestowing a few bone-chilling tremors down his spine. He hunched his shoulders, pushing his forearms inside the wide prussian blue sleeves with gold thread work at the edges.
Suddenly, thinking about something, Eunias spared Eliana a glance which collided with a blank look from her. Self-consciousness briefly flared up on his cool face; he intensely focused on a tree bark, in an attempt to avoid another gaze meeting.
"Ahem," Eunias clicked his fingers, and almost immediately the outline of his robe was caught on fire, providing him warmth. "So, where was I again? Oh yeah. A Princess should never be okay with being unkempt!"
He subsisted on tearing a strip off Eliana for a full minute; then crammed his hand inside his left sleeve, seemingly rummaging around for something. Soon, his furrowed eyebrows smoothened, as he produced a square-shaped crystal decanter and a dark green glass-made pill jar with gold metal cover.
"Alright, found them; the concoction of three thousand years old Ginseng Root and White Grapes, and Five Flavor Berry's essence. Swallow two fifth-tier advanced grade pills with this healing potion, it will instantly restore your mana, and—" Rest of the words lodged in his throat when a barrage of bottles with intricate designs rolled out of his sleeve, just as he lowered his hand.
Eliana ran her gaze on the contents that sought out her attention by producing a high pitched cry upon coming in contact with the ice floor. Several tiny containers laid there shooting their non-existent arms at her, wanting to be picked up. She slided up her gaze to rest on Eunias's thief-like expression which had the impulse to flee written all over it.
"See, you can't blame me for taking you as a hamster's reincarnation. For why else, would you keep hoarding all the pill bottles around you?"
"I was merely warming them up!" Eunias bit out. Bending over, he hurriedly collected and shoved everything up his sleeve again.
"Then, are you perhaps claiming yourself to be a brooding hen instead? You must be missing and craving those days when you used to sit on your eggs and hatch them. However, with all due respects to your sentimental value, I have to say pills are no egg and they stand in need of being stored in a cool place." Eliana calmly teased with an inscrutable expression.
She received the bottles from the 'speechless' Eunias's propelled hand, threw two restorative pills into her mouth, and downed them with two gulps of concoction.
"What in the devil are you spouting?!" Eunias spewed out upon resurfacing. The movement of bright red lips on his extra pale face was too eye-catching; especially when he twisted them to grumble like a spoiled rotten lass.
Eliana slightly raised her perfunctory glance, attending to his offended expression, while sticking the metal cork which was a gold rose in full bloom, in the throat of the crystal decanter. She then moved on to the second bottle, rotated the edge of the metal cover over the thread of the green pill jar, closing it tightly.
The effect from the medicine kicked in instantly. It staved off her mental and physical fatigue, and with that she regained her inner energy. Of course, they were anything but the quotidian pills available in the market; nor those interdicted medications sold in the mercenary guild or the black market.
She originated the formulas and concorted them herself. Although she had the knowledge and proficiency of countless prescriptions for advanced grade pills of ninth-tier, she currently lacked the required mana to refine them. They demanded her to fire the furnace with at least six-staged mana reserve.
Eunias produced an antique brass powder box laid with intricate designs. He pulled his inner cheeks between his teeth, and dabbed powder with the puff under his cheekbones.
His pouted lips prudently daubed with red glossy paint and blinking eyes coated with mascara, posted such a look, as though he had been bothered with thousands of admiring eyes sending him mating signals!