Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

Lydia watch in utter fear as he ate the bloody raw steak before her. How could her mistress no have seen this in him. He was one of them. A true Holtest. His words were comical in a way, but... it was said to only be a tale. You... you are a Holtest. You are of Holtest blood. Are you here to drink from my mistress? Her words were staggered and the nervousness was clear. However she was far to frightful to make her feet command to her will. Her frail hear raced within her chest. You managed to penetrate the estate through my Lady's good graces. She has done nothing wrong. She only seeks the peace of our families. By the heavens... her brothers warned her. She pleaded to no one in particular. She had watched that young infant girl. blossom into a radiant woman who always put others before her. She showed little fear and held excellent leadership skills. Lydia could not give up hope. We tell the tales of your family. How your sought the blood of the Locks, and that was how your power was heightened. Now... without their blood you are no more powerful than they are. She did not believe me, nor does she know you are a Holtest. Her insides quivered out of fear and heart heart began to ache, and yet her feet remained rooted at the bedside. Promise me you will not hurt her. Just promise, and not a word will be uttered. She does not believe me anyhow. Ava listened as Amelia spot. She rambled on with pleasantries, but the Lady already knew the lovely woman had something on her mind that she wanted to get off of her chest. She did not interrupt and listened as her thoughts from earlier were relayed. The genuine worry within her voice for not only her estate, but Ava herself was... moving. She had been given a 'Thanks' from a Holtest soldier, but never has one spoken of her in such a way. This was what she wanted. This was what she had hoped for, but one person was not enough. Amelia was right in every way. Who knew how much time they had left before a Holtest came to bust down her doors. Her mind was swimming with ideas that seemed to end no where. Those marvelous eyes could hide no lies from Ava, nor did they seem to try. Ava rested a hand upon Amelia's with a hint of reassurance in her voice. Amelia...You only speak your mind and you respect me, by talking to be in the first place. Nothing was over stepped and I agree with you, but.... my family. Their stubbornness rivals that of the Holtest. Yes... they will come to my aid, but... any one who even remotely looked like a Holtest would be killed on sight. The position of this home is the center of the battle ground and the worst place to take this war. So much death, so much blood... and so many bodies. The thought shook her to the core. My forces are waning each day. Many, I have encourage, have moved their families to some other distant village. The blood continued to seep past the bandage and now down her finger. She had just now noticed and completely forgot that she was headed upstairs to fix it. We will find a way. If in the end, I do have to call for help from my brothers... then adjustments will have to be made. She had five older brothers. they would come to their baby sister's aide without hesitation. Even without consent. My brothers could be on their way as we speak. If word has reached them that General Emmerick was taken down by the Locks. They will put two and two together. She unwrapped the gauze that was soaked with her blood and tossed in the trash. Come... I need to fix this and we can discuss this somewhere a bit more comfortable. Amelia, you are a friend at this point. You need not call me 'Lady'. Some people could not be swayed out of doing that, but it was a simple offer. She took Amelia's hand into her own and guided her out of the room. They had the same goal, the same agenda. Perhaps we should check on Evanchest, while I get this fixed, never before has it been this bad. It was odd. Ava had cut herself before, but never has so much blood emerged from such a cut. Ava took her time walking to her room. Pondering plans to ceases this oncoming assault. Maybe General Emmerick did make it back and the next assault... no. It would not work. You and Evanchest would have to change clothes if my brother's do arrive. I have some for you. My men would have something from him... if... She paused for a moment. If you wouldn't mind. You need not dawn the look of a Lock if you do not want to, I could find something else. Now Ava was tripping over her own words, hoping to not have offended her with the idea. Pausing just a few feet before her bedroom door. Lydia heard the footsteps nearing the door and knew her mistress would be back soon. Lydia hurried to the door and opened them, to peek out and confirm her suspicions. M Lady! Did you get a breath of fresh air? Lydia was feigning her bubbly smile and personality, but Ava's attention was ripped from Amelia's. A hand resting over Ava's racing heart. Lydia. Yes... yes I feel much better but this cut seems to have taken a turn for the worse, it does not seem to want to stop bleeding. She walked into the room and Lydia stood in the corner as her mistress wandered over to the bedside to clean her own blood off of her hands. The small portly lady watching the man in the bed. Perhaps she was just going a tad mad. Maybe she was wrong. She's met people with odder tastes. You're looking much better Evanchest. Ava gave him a smile before focusing on her finger once more. She would discuss ideas with Amelia afterwards.