Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

This was going to be some interesting times. How long was the moment of peace going to last? What Amelia said did have a bit of a shocking effect. This attack was indeed a brutal one. Not very many of her men were too far gone, but that was just the icing on the cake. Ava had held back this long, but had slackened her defenses a bit since the priorities of others lives had taken a hold of the reigns. The idea of General Emmerick not making it out of this fight was an unsettling thought. Things could only seem to get worse from her on out. To think that her men may have taken down one of the Holtest's prized pawns... it was almost outlandish. She caught herself standing in the doorway of her parlor, arms crossed over her chest. Feebly trying to remember a peaceful time in her life, to little or no avail. The number of her men now dwindled and held little to no chance against a full blown invasion against the Holtests. The idea of begging for her family's assistance at this time was... daunting. Lydia accidentally nudged her Lady's shoulder on her way back to the room. The portly lady's eyes grew wide with fright until they landed upon the sight of Ava's face. The plate in her hands shook a bit with the bloody steak on top of it. The short lady bowed her head in apology and Ava easily brushed the incident aside. Lydia, I doubt he truly meant a 'bloody' steak. The elderly lady shook her head and bit down hard on her lower lip and continued on her way. The guards listened to the Holtest woman's pleas. The cuffs just hanging from the waistband of one of their trousers. Lady Ava had taken well to these Holtest and it would most likely not be in their Mistress' best interests if they brought the red head to her in cuffs. With a brief exchange of glances one man's deep voice sounded out, I will see you to Lady Lock. The other was clearly staying before the bedroom doors to keep an ear out for their other 'guest'. In the vastness of her home, Lydia did not pass the flame haired female on her way to the room and, in fact, had just missed her. The door was opened by the only guard and Lydia avoided all eye contact with the male as the steak was set upon the side table with a porcelain cup of water. The guard eventually found his Mistress. After weaving through humbly decorated halls with simple sconces and a window here and there that spilled light into the hall. Ava was found tending to another soldier who complained of back ache. Already she had forgotten about her bleeding finger. It will not get better if you do not get up and move around. The old fart was due to retire soon, and like many men, he was far too stubborn. He had no business being out on that battle field but it was his wish to die in battle. Who was she to stop him? Just relax, for the time being. Her voice was what caught the attention of the guard before the emerald eyed maiden exited the room. My Lady. She wishes to have a word with you. Over her shoulder, green orbs peered to see the sight of the flame haired girl approaching with a guard at her side. Listening to the male as he informed her of the reason for their being here. You found me. You may return to your post. With a courteous bow the guard was off. Ava extended a hand. What she had to talk about, was probably not far from Ava's own mind. The war, perhaps? It was the only thing they seemed to have in common. Come... let us take this conversation to the common room. Oddly enough, it is one of the few places were no one already occupies. The thick short heels of Ava's boots sounded upon the wooden floors beneath them. Slippers had become pretty bothersome and proved an annoying hindrance when running. Near the front of her home, they walked. An arched set of french doors opened up to reveal a room with walls lined with books and a fine seat of cushioned chairs and a sofa where one could relax. When both were in, she closed the doors behind them, for what little privacy they could afford. Her family would think it most unwise of her for closing herself in a room with a Holtest. It would have wreaked of an assault from the inside, in their minds. Instinctively she tightly pressed her thumb to the bleeding cut on her finger, stopping the blood from seeping from the bandage any further. Ava took a seat in one of the high backed chairs and wave a hand as an invitation to the other at her side. What is it you would like to discuss?