He had an interesting sentiment about how he spread his words and she actually agreed with it. Deucalians weren't a folk to be forced into something - there stubborn warrior natures went against it, so he's approach made sense. She was still curious to see him in action, especially here, where...
As she stopped, he was passing her without a word, his anger somewhat fading away and yet leaving behind countless questions. This was Sverend, she reminded herself, whatever was bothering him, was unlikely to be connected to his past. And yet, he seemed to be thinking of something that got him...
Again, Trodai asked what else she was pursuing and desiring. Her eyes slightly narrowed, not in suspicions, but because she was pondering on the question.
<I might go back to my roots...an important part of my past had been taken away from me and many decisions had been made for me. My time to...
Seriously, what was wrong with him? In this moment, when he desperately started backpaddling, she regretted not just having done this on her own. She had hoped they'd just get along well again and get this job done, but to claim he was acting weird was a severe understatement.
'Meant', he had...
With Freyja spinning right after having slain the broodlings, she got to witness the Sith master and his weapon of choice in action, which was, admittedly, quite a spectacle to behold. She had seen Sith swords before, but the way it handled the lightning attack of the massive Hssiss was unlike...
Their playful banter continued and for a moment, Freyja's mind was off her personal mission and on regular teenager stuff. "Nice try, City-boy, very witty", it wasn't a bad comeback, but enough to make her roll her eyes for sure, even if that amused smirk still spread across her lips.
Three...
It was silence that followed their exchange and in the silence Freyja didn't gain any of the answers she was hoping to receive. Her gaze never left his, and for a while her face remained relatively straight, before it was once again this subtly provocative and thus infuriating smirk that tugged...
Freyja assumed their blood to slowly drip to the ground and seep into the ground, but after almost cutting themselves in some kind of a twisted unison, the blood started pooling and levitated towards the door where it dispensed.
Their was a slight hint of awe written in her features, but she...
The Deucalian huntress was ready and Siggy's reply drew a lopsided smirk from her. It seemed like their little adventure with his crew Har been ages ago, having taking place during a time when the young woman had still been an acolyte trying to find her own path.
It was all different now with...
Knowing Baldr wasn't a man of many smiles, it wasn't hard to tell that he responded in subtle mockery. While she held his gaze, her face remained fully straight as she answered flatly, "I don't doubt you've heard that before...but I'm nothing like those who came before".
It wasn't arrogance...
She took the lead and as she noticed no shifting, not even the faintest cracking, she deemed it safe for him, too. They passed effortlessly and once across, she focused her mind back into a meditative state to replenish the stamina she had just lost.
<Hmm...>, knowing it was massive was one...
"I'm not very familiar with the East", she admitted, her thoughts drifting back to Sverend for a moment. There was a lot she hadn't gotten behind yet, but having someone connected to the East was definitely a plus. From what her research had taught her though, she doubted their tribes had ever...
As he emphasized how he wasn't from the city, she was quietly mocking him by mouthing his reply before a mischievous smirk crossed her lips again. "Where do the fancy clothes come from then, not-city boy?", perhaps he went to some posh rich people school outside the city...but the contrast in...
"Prison?!", her eyes widened ever so slightly as she gave him an incredulous look, the slightest hint of shock mixed with a decent portion of surprise in her voice. Not that prison was one of the worst things that could happen to someone, but she was more surprised that he out of all people made...
<You're right...>, even if she wasn't thrilled about whatever it was knowing that they were here already, he definitely had a point. She was a huntress though, so it seemed like he had at least asked the right person for the job, yet the earlier they encountered troubles, the more dangerous it...
The Nevizkas. Freyja also remembered well how the former Sith master had been defeated by Karys, after the conflict with Voss had ensued. She didn't doubt the lake would feed many people, yet it was interesting to see that Karys saw everything in a rather pragmatic way.
He was one to get the...
Her gaze was fixed on the ground in front of her, her features slightly tense as she focused on the manipulation of the ice. She had played with snow, ice and frost often, yet freezing a lake like this while walking on it was new. She was happy it worked as well, but couldn't wait to get across...
While Freyja had responded to his call, she hadn't forgotten that they hadn't spoken about what she'd get in return. She often traded her assistance for knowledge, and as he continued outlining what she'd require, he mentioned exactly that.
A smile immediately spread across her lips as she met...
"Or that. Perhaps we're risking our lives for nothing, perhaps that we're trying is a great symbol already", she agreed with him, before she continued musing. They'd know they were going and they'd all know they tried. She wanted to believe that there was in fact something, but only time would...
She assumed he was just making conversation, but as he suddenly asked about her dreams and aspirations, she paused for a moment. She was an acolyte. Right now she was learning how to get around by herself and what really mattered.
Azar was enabling her to pursue her own path, and she was...