...and compassion.

Twenty fifth days of Winter's veil festive (25th December). «...and compassion.»
- Go take your rest, Astha – we had a long night, filled with blood and fight... 
- But Warchief...You're wounded. I can't leave without helping...- You helped a lot tonight – met them at gates, warned our forces about attack, healed those, defending the keep...Isn't it enough for you? Go to rest, my friend, everything will be fine now.- Yes, m'lord...If only it is your wish.- Astha...Go.She inclines head politely and leaves keep. Free day? Fine. Where to go? Nowhere. She takes a long deep breath – air still smells of blood – and peers around. Sighs, closing eyes.- Seems like Silvermoon?...
«Why I always come here, while I know that this place makes me feel terrible?»She walked across the Walk of the Elders, passed the Bazaar's auction house, when noticed Syarimth, being near fountain. Priestess smiles, leading her way closer to him. Troll haven't realised yet, what's going on, when she stopped near him, slowly leaning to his shoulder by cheek.- Telina?- Mhm...She answers quietly, only now feeling that she is tired and can't really stand on her two. Troll carefully hugs her by shoulders, holding.- You're tired again...But don't worry – while I'm here, you're safe...- I know, Syar..I know...She smiles, closing eyes and warming up. She used today so much healing powers, that just needs warmth to regain those. Who else, if not a dear friend, can give it? So it was – quiet, calm and warm – before she haven't felt someone's else presence behind her.- Good morning, Telina.His voice made her frown painfully, but she turnes head, looking at him, not answering yet.- Oh, is it he, who you said me about yesterday?- Syar is my friend...- Ah, I see. Why you're looking at me like that, hm?She turnes around, not releasing from Syar's hands, still looking at Vil frowning with disappoitment.- And you dare to ask? You lied me, using me to your own wishes...- Lied? When?- You said you'll free her for what I have done to you..But she already was free.- So what? Smarter one tricked less one.- It was a lie...- Listen – I defeated you in that duel, so I had a right for this girl.- You defeated me only because I fighted, thinking of you as a friend...- Oh, really? And now what?- I don't know...- Alright – then make it one more challenge. To death. Now.He turnes around and leaves the Bazaar, going to city's exit. Priestess sighs, releasing from Syar.- Come with me, my friend...- Don't do that, m'lady...- I can't. Come...I don't want to stay alone, if he will do that again.- I...She turnes head, looking at him with tired and sad glance. Troll sighs, nodding slowly, and follows her – outside of the city. Vil was waiting for them there already and when they came, he grin shortly.- New rules for this one. Shall I?- Go ahead...- If I'll win – I'll do what I wish to with you. If you – you'll do same with me.- Agreed.Duel started coldly – priestess have never felt that tranquility before, while dueling with someone. Moreover – while dueling someone, who is important to her somehow. This one was longer, than previous – both were using all powers and abilities they had...Tough this time one, who fell down, was knight. Priestess coughs shortly, trying to take a breath, and comes closer to body. Kneels down near him, listening – still breathing.- Why...Why are you doing this to me...- Shh...Don't talk much, Vil..She carefully bows down, closer to him – wipes off blood from his cheek. With this touch she lets healing wave to slowly run trough his body, renewing and closing wounds.- Why?...Why you're helping me?- Because you're still my friend, Vil...It is pain, what have you done...- I just love you...- No...If you really loved me – you'd never done that...Those, who love – never lie to beloved, never make them feel such pain..And never make them prove something...But if only it is true love...- But if love becomes a curse?...- Then you should run away, my dear...Far far away from people..So they won't see you, becoming a beast, that is addicted to curse...- Beast...Am I a beast in your eyes?...- No Vil...No. You just lost your Path...She warmly hugs him by shoulders, helping to sit up and gently stroking hair. He frowns, looking at Sha'tar tabard, muttering something about 'path'. She nods shortly.- If Light means something to you..Think of it. We can't act like our enemies – what we are better then? Enslaving people do not make us a honor...- She attacked me...- You should been defended yourself then...But not enslave, Vil...It is not right...He keeps silence for some moment, carefully holding tabard. Then stands up, looking at priestess coldly.- You almost killed me and left to live after that. Why?- My dear...child...You have a long life...It is not me, who should decide, when it will end...I just hope, you'll come back to your Path...You're not Vil,that I knew before...- Enough. I'm leaving...I thought you're woman of honor.She rises an eyebrow, watching his leaving, then turnes to Syarimth. He shrugs slightly.- Syar...Wasn't I right?...He said he is...'a Lightbringer'...But he even don't know about third Virtue 'compassion'...How could I let him die?...- Calm down, m'am...Men are dogs. Better think of incoming day – it's Winter's Veil after all.
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