Thread: Darkness Has Its Teachings (Athene & Alvis Alendran)

Rowena Rowena! Wait! Where are you going?! An eyebrow curiously raised. Her head whipped around to see one of the other warriors - one Rowena had become rather close with, in fact - running quickly to catch up with her. A weak smile crossed the red-haired Seer's face as she allowed her pace to slow so the other female could catch up. Hmmm? Change their minds, did they? Not quite. But some are finding themselves wondering if there was truth to your words. Are you here by choice or orders, Isolde? ... Technically both. But choice was what made me first exit the room. Still, you are otherwise correct. King Bssil has asked me to find out if he could persuade you to return. Or, at the very least, not to do anything rash like you seem to be resorting to. Rowena sighed, crossing her arms over her breasts as she leaned against a nearby tree behind her. She stayed silent, merely staring over at her comrade. Finally, Rowena began to chuckle softly. Am I that easy to read? Has someone else suddenly obtained the gift of Sight within that group? No, no. It's as you said you are a bit easy to read when you're in certain ... moods. Fair enough, Rowena murmured, tucking a few red strands of hair behind her ears. But ... what do they expect me to do? Pretend I haven't been seeing anything? I can't speak on their behalf about that. However ... Peeking briefly over Rowena's shoulder, Isolde attempted to take note of where exactly they were. With little more than the nearby forest being any type of clue, she looked curiously to the Seer. So what were you intending to do, anyway? Hide away until news arrived, be it good or bad. But if a massacre truly is on the way, then I don't want to put myself in unnecessary danger. Surely, you understand, do you not? I'm ont exactly a fighter like you or the others are, after all. Isolde gave a reassuring nod. True. But you have your own gifts and protections aside from prophecies. Be that as it may, they're not nearly as strong. My magic is primarily for healing and protection purposes more than combat. Isolde lightly shrugged, That's something. Surely, it's better than nothing, is it not? The warrior paused, glancing around again before looking back into her friend's eyes. How about this? I'll be your bodyguard. No! Not you! I don't -- Isolde clicked her tongue in annoyance, shooting an irked glare at Rowena. Don't insult me. I'm going to be on the front line, you know? Even if I don't vow to protect you, I'll still have to put myself at risk. I understand. Still, I don't want to feel like that will be partly from my own demanding or doing. Isolde moved her head from side to side, smiling weakly as she moved forward and wrapped her arms around Rowena, embracing the young Seer. Don't be silly. Fate and Karma are fickle entities that surround us on a daily basis. Whatever happens will do so, and typically for a reason. Death is just one of those things. You do know even if not through battle, I will still die, right? Well, yeah. But I'd rather it be more ... natural? Definitely less violent. Isolde chuckled softly, nodding in understanding. Alas, we can't really decide such things. We can only accept them. Do you still intend to leave, Rowena? Should I not? We need you. Another breeze blew, this time causing a few stray leaves to dance along each woman's arms several times. Both raised their arms and rubbed their shoulders. Rowena, however, would be the first to speak. ... If only for tonight, fine. I will remain here at least for this evening. But I meant what I said back there. I have no intentions of ignoring Scathach or what she's been showing me. Of course, Isolde gently answered, I don't think anyone would expect you to do that. A brief pause lingered before the two slowly began moving away, allowing the embrace to officially end. ... If you wouldn't mind, finding someone to remain near me would be appreciated. But if you can't find anyone, don't fret too much on it. You all know where I am. I'll simply head back home to rest. The readings always take a bit out of me. Isolde nodded, bowing her head politely. I'll see what I can do. Take care, Rowena. The two parted ways, with the Seer soon arriving into her bedroom. It took little time for Rowena to fall asleep soon after laying atop the soft, relaxing bed.