Thread: Opposite Ends ( Ava & ForeverMischievous )

His explanation for hiding his true identity did make sense. At times such as these, one could never be too careful. And Amelia was only being loyal to a man with a pure heart. His little jests did elicit a bit of laughter from her lips. Ava cursed the blood rushing to her cheeks. Even Amelia got her blushing. Gentle? Wise? And it was nice to know that Emmerick had a sense of humor. Rare in many people. Ava remembered the tales and the acute senses that a Holtest could develop when under the spell of a lock's blood. The compliments had her blood rushing. The heat within the room seemed to rise just a bit. Thankfully her idea was agreed upon and some plans were soon laid out. Before Ava could get off the bed to fetch Alistair, Lydia stepped in. My Lady... you, you can't go. They can, yes.... but... You are a Lock and if your blood is what they seek, you will only be making it easier for them to get to it. Lydia was silenced with a kiss to the cheek from her Mistress. That was usually a sure way to get Lydia to stop talking for a little while. I will be in safe hands. You've seen how far Amelia will go and Emmerick... well, need I say more? She rested a hand upon Amelia's shoulder and looked from her new friend back to her head house maiden. Now... if you could show Amelia to the armory and send Alistair up. One more kiss was a silent good bye. Hopefully not the last before her and the others departed. Ava sat up from the bed and wandered back over to her book rack and pulled out a rolled up parchment with a map of the estate and the grounds around it. She pulled the string from around it and unrolled it and placed it upon the surface of the bed. Lydia had no retort for her mistress. She gave a small nod to Amelia and wandered out of the room and down to the back of the house and to a book shelf that the Portly lady easily pushed aside and revealed a door that she opened and lit a lamp. Swords hung on racks, daggers lined the tables, and various pieces of armor sat here and there. Shields hung on the walls and shells littered the buckets and guns leaned against the wall. Please, help yourself. Only four horses remain, unfortunately. And one carriage. My Lady will most likely have us take that. Now, if you will excuse me... Lydia left the room and headed out back and nearly bumped into the man that she was looking for. Alistair, Lady Lock wishes to see you. We will all be leaving tonight and she wishes you to lead them to Lord Deon. Go... she awaits. She urged before heading to her own quarters and began packing a few things. It was only now sinking in what they were going to do. How she would no longer be at her Lady's side. She could only pray for the dear girl's safety during their venture. The tall, sun kissed skin man took to the steps two at time to get to his mistress' room. Knocking politely before entering with his lady's permission. Ava had set the map upon the bed and leaned over it to look at where things stood. So... the are Holtest soldiers overseeing my estate? It shouldn't have been a surprise. There was a reason she rarely stepped outside, especially at night. Enter Alistair. The male entered and bowed to both his Lady and the male without a shirt. he did not appear to be someone he knew, so he could only assume that he was from another House of Lock. Yes My Lady. He answered. We will be leaving soon. Would it be best to leave beneath the cloak of the night? She asked Emmerick. Looking him in the eyes like an equal. She bit her lower lip out of... anxiety? Nervousness? Lydia popped into the room with a short knock and she saw Emmerick's shirt cleaned and free of blood and holes that were patched. Thank you Lydia. She said softly as the men spoke. The attire that had been once soaked in blood and ripped. Emmerick? She said with his shirt at hand. Pressing it to his chest with a coy smile and a small laugh, Do us all a favor. She rested a hand upon his arm and it slid down as she wandered to the other side of the bed to get a view of the plans, across from the men. Her face changing to seriousness as she looked at the route to be planned. It was hard to believe that she would be leaving her home and roaming with two people who were allegedly her family's worst enemies. Over and onto the bed she leaned and while listening to the men make plans, she pondered on the travel arrangements, getting lost in her own thoughts for a moment.