Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Lydia may have seemed a tad down, but Amelia was right. It was like a game of chess and it was their turn to make a move, otherwise so many innocent people would be sacrificed for nothing. They had to take this chance. The plump one had to think about her Lady using weapons. The only weapons I know she has trained in are daggers and crossbows as a before hand agreement to her brothers before she settled here. Being on her own, they did not want her entirely defenseless. No human life has been taken, but she has hunted for game, come the season. Oh how she had grown since leaving the home of her father. The girl is rather cunning, I'll give her that. Talked her way out of an arranged marriage with her father, no less. Lydia was getting a tad emotional at this point, I will miss her. At that point she had excused herself to her room and that was when she had found the clothes that she had washed and patched for Emmerick. Ava listened to the plan appointed to Alistair. The man was loyal to the Locks in every sense of the word. The tall male proceeded to nod his head as his eyes roamed the map with each simple and well planned direction. Our Lady had all the children and their mothers sent to Lord Otho's Estate, so all that remain are the men of the small amount of militia that remain and those that work around the house, none too old. I would see it done, My Lord. Ava bit back a laugh as Alistair addressed Emmerick as a Lord, just as she had done. Thank you Alistair, take this with you and please... have everyone prepare. Tell them that it is for the best. The map was carefully rolled up and handed over to the house help. I will do all in my power not to fail you, My Lady. A bow later and he was off and doing as he was told. Those green orbs stared at the empty doorway for a minute before looking at the legendary general of her family's worst enemies. I trust you have the image of my estate burned into your mind, or would you like another map? Her tone carried like that of a smart allic with half a smile tugging at her pink lips before wandering over to her wardrobe and snagging her riding boots, whether they be riding or not, she proceeded to sit upon the edge of the bed and slip off her slippers before putting them on. Beauty was far from a priority right now and a twisted ankle would get her no where. The trials of traveling trough brush, a forest, and the harsh terrain of the valley were not foreign to her. Ava would not prove herself to be a hindrance. Only a fairly small satchel was what she planned to bring. Holding only, what she had resumed was the utmost essential. It proved only, a bit, easier to look upon Emmerick with his shirt back on. She was traveling with a jester and a friend who had her back, just as she had theirs. There was really no denying the tale with the gentlemen in the room sprouting fangs, just from sampling the smallest bit of her blood. And when she had touched him, just a moment ago, his skin was cool to the touch, just as he had arrived that day. Completely unconscious and feeling as though nearly all the life had been drained from him. This was proving rather tasking. Ava sought this estate for its isolation from either family, that included flirtatious males. And here she was, about to venture off with one. Thankfully Amelia was there and her presence could cut the tension. The sight of his fangs caught her attention once more. They only emboldened her to carry on. She was in good hands, or so she had to believe. The countless opportunities provided to simply kill her, or rather, abduct her for the sake of his family were unfathomable. How can you be so light through all of this, Emmerick? Her satchel was packed and she debated on putting on her riding slacks. A dress was not the garb of choice when going on the run. She had already begun loading various small items into the satchel. Thinking only of worst case scenarios. Here you find time to jest. Strangely enough, the sound of my own laughter is surprising to my own ears. The satchel was closed and she made her way to the other side of the room where Emmerick was. There she sat upon the edge of the bed before him. You nearly die, wake up in the house of a Lock, return to the state of your ancestors, and find yourself on the wrong end of your family's militia. This can not be any easier for you than it is for me, let alone Amelia. She could not help but feel his touch once more. The warm palm of her hand resting upon his own hand. When Amelia gets back... we should head out soon and... you both have my thanks for this. There was no way she and her dwindling infantry would have been able to fend off the bulk of the Holtest militia. The coolness of his touch gently ate at the heat of her body. A monster by many eyes, while he was nothing more than another human male in hers. Lydia soundly knocked upon the door before entering once more. The small lady came in and instantly wrapped her arms around Ava in a vice grip like hug. Lydia... Ava tried to said while attempting to regain the breath that was squeezed out of her. You will see me again. I promise. A snifled sounded from the little lady as she released her grip on the green eyed, fair haired blossom she had pledged her services to I know. I know. I just wanted... to make sure... you did not forget anything. She gave Lady Lock a smile before turning and looking at Emmerick...And you.... be careful with her. Don't give the Locks a reason to start up a fresh war. If she comes back with so much as a cut... Ava's laughter stopped Lydia in her tracks. He will do no harm Lydia. Look at him. He can't. Lovely legs proceeded to stand her up and her hand pressed against his chest where his heart was. Yes. She felt it beating beneath her very palm. Lydia... have I ever been wrong? Now, please... try not to scare him off or we will make no progress. She lent the elderly woman a humble smile before she walked off to her lavatory to discard of her bandage and clean off the dry blood from her finger. Leaving Lydia with Emmerick for a brief moment. Do not hurt her.... and I do not just mean physically. I see your eyes and where they wander. There is no time for such thoughts and feelings. I have three sons, do not think I do not know what I'm talking about. She is completely estranged to the advances of a man and is as delicate as a flower. She is like a daughter to me and unless a Lock is ready to wed a Holtest, right here and now... do not toy with her. Somewhere along the way her voice had gone mild. She acted as though she was 'all knowing'. Maternal instincts played a great part in it. Ava was as close to a daughter as she could get and this may well be the last time she saw her. Ava wandered back in with a new and clean dressing upon her finger, lest the miniscule wound decide to reopen and offer up the bouquet of her blood to her escort. Lydia quickly dawned a smile and gave Ava a smile before exiting the room. Are you okay Emmerick? I hope she didn't scare you. She partially jested while knowing that Lydia, despite her size, could be rather intimidating.