An illusion to her, that person to her heart no more. Another reflecting her, these conflicting sentiments. Keeping in her emotions, her goal in mind. Needing to determine Tiamat's location, her suspicion on the person responsible for the princess' demise.
These ill feelings, her building anger. The researcher observing her action, thinking on it for a bit. Her uncertainty on the reason, shortly standing from the ground. These two soon sitting across from a fire, the maiden preparing some food.
"You've been...a bit weird, you sure you're okay?" Sol gripping her upper arm, lowering her head.
"I'm fine, what about you? Saw you hugging an iguana last night." Her teasing smile to the mage.
"I did what?!" the noble-woman alarmingly standing.
"Heh, you are too easy." Pointing at her, laughing a bit.
"Ugh! You are sooo!!!" the young woman frustratingly folding her hands into fists.
Poking the slightest fun, watching her reaction. This warmth to her heart, seeing the mage walking up to her. Her clear displeasure, voicing her fury at the mercenary. Listening to her, allowing her to get it out of her system.
That individual shortly sitting, facing away from her guard. Folding her arms, trying to calm herself. The maiden soon walking in front of her, kneeling to her. Handing her a bowl of food, faintly smiling at her.
"You can yell at me more later. For now, you should eat something."
Wandering in darkness for a long time, an individual coming in, shining her light within it. A former knight, someone carrying a great burden. Speaking about it the previous night, some of her sorrows easing. This person before her, a strange young woman.
A researcher with a wide heart, that pure noble-woman in a terrible world. Choosing to trust in her, taking a problematic path. Sol's vision to the mercenary, soon extending her hands, taking hold of the offer.
"You appear, a bit better now." The mage softly smiling at her.
"I carried a lot for years, you helped to get some of it off my shoulders. So, thanks." That maiden sitting down, resting her hand on her leg.
"I...didn't do much..." The young woman shyly looking away.
"You did much more than you think you did." Atlalune’s eyes to the sky.
Her meaningful action, bringing out the maiden's sorrow. An individual dropping some of her weight, now pressing onward in a better state. This morning shaking the former knight a bit, two similar to each other. Containing these feelings, proceeding in the current light.
That noble-woman's increasing heart rate, scratching her cheek with her index finger. Shortly consuming her meal, quietly doing so. The mercenary spreading the map on the ground, trailing her hand to the nearest port.
"This would be the fastest path to the port, and we can take a ship and head to Valice." Atlalune tapping down on the location.
"It is at least a couple hours walk." Sol pressing her index finger to her chin.
"Yeah, I'll make sure to find some nice creepy crawlies for you on the way." Gesturing her hand to the noble-woman.
"You will be thirty feet under if you even try it..." The researcher glaring at her.
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"Heh." That shrugging mercenary.
Two hearts underneath the morning light, these small actions. The gently flowing breeze, smaller creatures stopping in the distance, looking in their direction.
Those friends soon continuing their venture, walking through the woods. That noble-woman observing the plants on the way, stopping at times, admiring their features. The maiden standing from a distance, remembering the past.
Time from old, the warm sun shining down in the garden of the castle. Many plants in a section, two inside of it. A princess enjoying these small activities, adding more to it over the passing time.
A knight heading out, bringing more for her. This place spreading with life, teaching one more about the outside. Estelle kneeling to a light red color one, writing down some notes in a book.
"From what I noted, this one protects itself with its unsettling odor." The princess glancing back to Atlalune, her bright smile.
"I suppose that explains why animals avoided it." That maiden positioning her arms in a thinking posture.
"I am still studying it, but it might be associated with a disease. While harmless, those animals would not know any better." Estelle pressing her index finger to her chin.
Those days eternally with her, someone with the love for the outside. Barely able to go beyond, her time usually behind the walls of her castle. Containing her sadness, smiling in the presence of another.
These warm times with the other, that former knight looking to the researcher. The individual writing down some notes in a book, noting some fine details. Using her magic, analyzing the makeup of different plants.
Shortly plucking a crimson one, the mage rising from the land, her soft smile on it. A strong gust of wind hitting against her, blowing it out of her hand. Alarmingly running after it, the object passing the maiden. Immediately extending her hand, grabbing it.
Turning to the young woman, that one in front of her, their hands to their chest. Holding it to the pure one, her slightly red face. The noble-woman extending her hand, accepting it, these blissful sentiments to her.
"We still have quite a way to go." Atlalune walking onward, equipping her mask to her face.
Another with the vision of the sun, a strange occurrence changing her eye colors. Still thinking on it, an unlikely scenario. Someone nearly dying on the night of the attack, the kingdom burning underneath the dusk.
Their similar behavior to an individual from the past, something more within it. Trusting in the person, choosing a risky gamble. The mage running up to Atlalune's side, looping her arm around the former knight's own.
"This area had some notable plants to it. Some poisonous, another set that can be intimidating at first glance. Then there were those that were harmless, but emit certain odors to protect themselves. Their makeup was really the interesting part." Sol pressing her finger against her cheek, smiling at her guard.
"Is that so?" the mercenary faintly grinning at her.
As I listened to her, I wondered if it was a coincidence. Those bright eyes, someone enjoying doing research on many things. The more I am with Sol, the more I feel those days again...
An unlikely encounter on a job, a mercenary coming across a researcher. Her similar eyes to another, her image resembling someone from old. An individual reflecting the late princess, a mercenary able to open up more.
Walking alone in darkness for years, that sun shining in, setting light to her path. At this moment, in the Kingdom of Valice. In the castle throne room, the king standing before a great warrior. That person's brown hair and eyes, his thick silver armor.
"There is no doubt, Atlalune's direction is towards this kingdom." The man folding his arms.
"Why would she come to a place she knows she will be attacked?" the king's hand to his chin, his uncertainty.
"Wish I can say, what should we do? Should we let her come in?" the warrior slightly looking away.
"She has proven herself a great threat already, defeating two gods. Ethan, tell Rona I approve of her suggestion to release the Ice Goddess Ishra. We will sink Atlalune to the bottom of the sea, there can be no more setbacks." Folding his arms.
"Very well, it shall be done." Saluting his leader.
The maiden once part of their kingdom, someone fleeing on a certain night. Her presence in the shadows, her small movements.
Her recently increasing actions, the former knight aggressively pushing forward. A great threat amongst them, this person not stopping.
Desiring to bring meaning to the princess' demise, refusing to remain in silence. Surpassing her challenges, reaching for the light at the end of the darkness.
Two eventually finding themselves at the port, the ocean water splashing against the walls. The fresh breeze in the area, some people around. Stores on the side, some birds in view.
"I wonder if anything is new around here." Sol's hand to her forehead, her bright smile.
"Probably. Anyway, if you are a researcher, why are you so excited about this small stuff?" Atlalune folding her arms, her soft grin on the noble-woman.