Thread: To Form A Lion's Peace {darkest_fate&LadyYunaFFX2}

Selune Despite having been properly informed of where she was heading at this very moment and, of all things, what for, the young wind mage could barely believe it all. But she wasn't quite sure whether she was more astonished at the abrupt news of being wed off with not having any real say in this ... or the fact her mentor, Soren, didn't try to stop it. True, the news had been given to them both from Queen Elincia but even she had never fully stopped him from speaking his mind before. And now .... he was really just going to hand her away like this? She couldn't help but feel a bit betrayed and hurt that she was really being shoved into this. Selune had attempted many times before this day arrived to run off and hide away but each time Soren or any of the Greil Mercenaries had found and brought her back. It'd been an annoying and horrible game of Hide-and-Seek one of the few games she was normally damn good with. But against skilled warriors, both melee and ranged fighters? Alas, poor Selune had no chance against any of them. Long, flowing black hair blew lightly as a breeze danced across it and her skin, the walk towards their destination still a bit far. But they were, apparently, approaching it and would be there soon enough. Bright blue eyes, pushing a near-white color, looked silently to Soren. Before she could speak up though, he seemed to read her thoughts as he spoke up. Yes, this is happening. Admittedly, I'm not exactly sure about this myself ... but this may be one of the few times I can't go against someone. Why not?! You've never hesitated before this, before now! You even just admitted yourself this is something you're as unsure of as me. Come on, Soren ... where in your mind does this idea sound even the slightest bit logical? An annoyed sigh was all she got for a reply. His biggest regret, Soren supposed, was not only that she had recently finished her training from him .. but he'd never gotten to explain the true purpose of her 'tattoos' upon her shoulder. For alas, that's not at all what they were. She was one like himself ... a Branded ... but he'd never had the time or heart to say it. Though aloud he'd said the idea seemed foolish, that was a lie. He knew perfectly well. In fact, despite how random it had seemed that Selune of all people had been chosen to be wed off, it was anything but that. It'd all, if anything, been planned out very carefully ... unfortunately, behind her back. If she had felt angry and anxious before, that would have been nothing should she have found out much sooner. Selune's head bowed as her head shook, her bright orbs closing. This felt unreal ... but the constant and gentle breeze which continued to dance along her body helped her recall it was all very real. And knowing she may never see her home nation of Crimea again, memories began to flood her mind, starting from before she'd met Soren to training with him to ... the here and now. Her own sigh left as her eyes slowly opened once again. Her ankles tensed and for a few seconds, she wondered if now would be the best opportunity to take to slip away. But the quick and stern glare Soren soon gave her suggested otherwise. Fine, fine ... She murmured to him, approaching forward to present herself to all of the tribe. And then, about as roughly as any of Soren's wind could have connected with her, a realization hit Selune. She'd never been given a name of whom she was supposed to be wed to just one from this specific tribe. Her heart sank and raced simultaneously. Anxious eyes glanced from Laguz to Laguz as she tried to pinpoint whom she should be addressing exactly ... but Selune wasn't sure. Worse than that, some looked so ready to pounce upon her and rip her throat out. Soren, I really don't know about this ... She murmured. When no reply, not even a scoff or sigh, echoed in her ears, her head turned and her eyes widened. Somewhere in between trying to find her betrothed and making sure she wouldn't be killed on sight ... he'd slipped away! ...Goddamnit ... She murmured, turning back to face all of the Laguz once again. She supposed, upon thinking of it, Selune should have seen that coming. It was how Soren had been with her during much of their training. After taking a deep breath and clearing her throat, she gave a slight bow of her head. If nothing else, she'd try to be civil. Hello. I ... I am Selune, the individual Queen Elincia sent me for the arrangement of sorts. Unfortunately, the details were given rather hastily to me and ... I'm not sure whom I'm supposed to be wed off to. Would ... someone mind filling the blanks in ... please?