Post by Tallia on Jun 24, 2012 22:18:30 GMT -5
Her journey had been long, feet almost dragging along the ground. Tallia stopped, resting her hand on a nearby tree.
"I suppose... now would be a good time... to rest..."
Exhausted, she let her body slowly fall alongside the tree, resting her head against its bark, her eyes closing but for a moment...
That day... that day was one she would never forget...
***
A seemingly regular day, with a seemingly regular mission. With everyone else off on their own agenda, Tallia made it a point to be productive today, setting off to grab one of the various behests in the tavern. "Bodyguard Needed", said the flyer. "Few years experienced required, 2000 gold." T... two thousand?! For bodyguard work?! This was a bit more than fish in a barrel... Without a thought more, she grabbed the flyer off the board, cheerfully making her way to the barkeep to ask about the job.
Ahh... that one, eh? Some young fella came in here, fancy clothes and such, thinking that one of these buffoons could man up enough to protect his master.
The barkeep pointed over to the raging drunkards sitting across from them, already sloshing beer across each other's faces.
Anywho, the boy needed to get to one of them deserted castles; his master being one of them fancy historians. Says he wanted to know what really happened in those places. Trouble is, not a soul stirred there for years, and recent reports of people disappearing around the place don't make it any easier to swallow. Those boys stopped paying attention to the kid once they mentioned that place, thinking him crazy to even try to look at the damn thing. I say you shouldn't bother with it, either, kitten, but, I'm not gonna stop you.
The barkeep took the flyer from Tallia, jotting down some extra details on how to find him and who to look for, in case she forgot.
Here. That should be where the boy and his master are staying. Good luck out there.
Already greatful for the news, but still uneasy, she gave the barkeep a generous bow and set out on her way over.
---
Arriving at the coordinates not too long after, she immediately spotted they boy the barkeep spoke of. He had very tan skin, far too removed to be from around Wistvale. Not too much taller than her, he sported a swordarm and what looked like light armor across his upper body, much like Tallia's own. His hair was short and wild, a dark brown, contrasting with his pale-green eyes. They sat staring at each other for a time, either unable to say much to the other. Suddenly, the door to the massive carriage the boy stood next to opened up, revealing an older man, looking much like the foreign boy. He was short, coming up to about the boy's chest in height. Dressed in what looked like the finest of his clothes from his country, the man appeared to be just as rich as the carriage could tell anyone from its appearance. No wonder the amount was so high; they must not think much of gold.
Hmmm... so you have come for the job, I presume...?
The old man approached her slowly, his cane in tow. Examining her from side to side, his head wobbled around her, until he had found satisfaction, and gave a smiling nod.
My, my... such a young, refined warrior! You don't get to see many at this age, you know. Excuse me, my lady, I am Belthior, a historian from a land quite unknown to most of your people.
He gave her a bow, something that shocked Tallia for but a moment, as he spoke. She returned his, still amazed that the custom had gone around a bit.
You will have to excuse this young man; he is a bit shy around females, and has not been one to see one of your kind before...
Belthior pointed over to the silent boy. The boy blushed a little as he turned his gaze away from the two of them.
Gahahaha! Just as I had, thought, Jhylan! You were eyeing her!
This time, Tallia felt herself grow red a bit as Belthior toyed with Jhylan. Jhylan turned away, going inside to wait in the carriage.
Hmph! That boy, unable to take the smallest amount of jest... Now, where we were, Young Miss...?
Ah...! Had she forgotten again? Not wasting any time, she gave Belthior another bow.
"I... I'm so s...s-sorry, Sir B-Belthior... I-I'm Tallia Felestine... o...of the Wistvale Guard..."
A member of the Guard, then? Well, that makes things much easier for us. I take it you received some info about our interests...?
She nodded. Just researching an old building didn't seem like such a bad thing. After all, she was going to take Lady Margrett out with this crazy amount of gold.
Good, good. Well, if you have any questions, just let either of us know right away. Now, come along, we have much traveling to do.
Nodding her head another time, she followed Belthior onto his quite majestic carriage, not really expecting things to take a sour turn...
---
It wasn't long before night fell, and now things were getting a little harder for the group. The path they had took left them going off into a forest—a good place to stop in case of any rain.
Driver! We shall rest here.
Belthior was more than anxious to get to the site, but with current conditions, not to mention traversing the forest path blindly, would sooner set them back than forward. The coachman nodded as he stopped the two royal like horses attached in the front of it.
You need not worry about anything, Lady Tallia. We have prepared something for this scenario.
Belthior motioned forward with his cane, to behind the two, drawing their attention to the trunk attached to the back of the carriage.
I modified this thing a bit to be able to hold all of my precious equipment for a visit like this. Inside, I have also prepared some materials for us all to sleep in. Jhylan? Could you grab something for the young lady?
He nodded, and quickly exited the carriage. Not even an hour had passed before they finished setting up a campsite for the evening, each person having their own tent, save Belthior, whom was to sleep in the carriage per his preference. Tallia was still in the middle of preparing to sleep, arranging her belongings to where she could find them, when Jhylan walked in.
A... ah... excuse me... Lady... Tallia...
The accent that carried with the words were thick, foreign, unknown to Tallia. A bit off-guard from the sudden approach, she was nervous, but she could tell he was definitely nervous, too, with the way he moved.
"Y... yes...?"
I... wanted to give... flower... You... very pretty.
He pulled out of his back pocket what seemed like an odd breed of peony, handing it to Tallia slowly. At first, Tallia had almost blushed her face off, but as soon as she got a closer look at the flower, the color from her face faded quickly.
"W... w-where... d-d-did you... g... get this...?"
Erm... flower lady... in town. She pass by... ask if... want flower. Give me... special deal... Is nice?
Tallia was silent. There wasn't any way... No... it might just be coincidence. That's all. Of course a florist would be interested in an exotic flower... Realizing the awkwardly blushing Jhylan still standing in front of her, her mind snapped back into reality.
"O-oh...! Um... I... I like... it... T-thank you... Jhylan..."
Pressing close, she gave him a hug. It was enough for Jhylan, as he left the tent, grinning from ear to ear. Tallia simply smiled and waved as he walked away to his own tent. For some reason, this flower made her uneasy... She took in its scent, sniffing in its sweet fragrance, but with a bit of an odd... taste...? It was hard to describe... her head already hurting so... much... Then... then, there was nothing. Her body collapsed where it stood.
---
At the time, it was all a blur, but now... it remained in her head to this day. Tallia awoke, the darkness surrounding her meaning nothing to her eyes. There were screams, away from here, further into the forest. In an instant, she grabbed for her sword... but, it was not there. Where...? Where could she have left something so vital...? Cursing herself, she rushed out without her most reliable weapon unattached to her side. She was getting closer, closer... until she had come across a scene in which she wished she hadn't...
Amongst a tree, sat Jhylan's lifeless body, dripping with blood from the gaping hole in his chest. Right at his side sat Belthior, still screaming at the sight of his deceased son. The coachman was too frozen in shock at the body to even come close to Belthior. And, right by the dead body, lied Tallia's sword, covered in blood.
She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. This was all a sick, sick dream that she was going to wake from...
Her head was buzzing, her world spinning suddenly, unsure if it was from the strong smell of blood, or her own confusion. Then, she noticed someone... Someone had been watching this whole time...! She saw them, staring right back at her...! She could barely see them, but she could tell... it was a woman...
No...
It couldn't be... her...!
The dark figure disappeared not even a moment later, and she was left in shambles. The coachman, hearing Tallia fall to her knees in her own shock, pointed her out to Belthior.
Sh... she's here... M-Master!
Belthior, ceasing his screams, turned his head slowly to the supposed murder, furious over his son's death.
You... YOU!!!
Overcome with anger, the man leapt towards the defenseless Cathian, savagely attacking as best as he could, blows landing with a solid crunch. She barely felt the pain as one excessive blow knocked her into unconsciousness yet again...
---
Her waking moment was unexpected. She thought she was dead, thought she would be tortured brutally, or thrown off a cliff somewhere. It seemed Belthior wanted her to suffer, not just physically, but mentally, as well. The cold iron bars in front of her told her everything they needed to know. Sitting up onto her knees, she saw the two guards, watching her with uncertainty, when they were suddenly dismissed by a familiar, yet sorrowful, voice.
Leave.
Tallia smelled her even before she became close enough to spot. A smell she knew she was going to miss in the other world...
Why?
A question she knew she could not answer. A question she was already asking herself. There was nothing she could really say to her... Regardless, she shook for an answer, only telling as much as the truth as she could.
"I... I-I-I... I... d... d-d... didn't do it... I... I swear... I... please... I..."
"I... I d... d-didn't kill anyone...!"
You heard what they said, kitten. I can't...I can't argue with it.
She remembered. It was faint, but it was there. Belthior had decided to head back to Wistvale, for "proper justice" to be handed down as he so called it. He gave them the story, making sure he had everything to prove it was correct. The trial acted as though it didn't even happen itself. The verdict passed down in mere minutes, sending her off to die.
Even if you...if they're wrong, they made a decision. I can't do anything for you. Not anymore. You know I can't.
"Y... y-you... you b-believe me... r... right...?"
If anything, all she wanted right now is for someone to comofort her— no, not anyone... she wanted Margrett to comfort her more than anything in the world...
"I... I... w-w-was fr... framed...! I-I... I know... I... saw... them..."
I...
Margrett looked away from the tearing girl, hurting of the pain of this whole situation. It hurt too much... to know that someone so dear couldn't look at her...
I wasn't there to see it. And there...was evidence, Tallia. The blood, the footprints, the...the flower. I...believe you know what you saw. Either that or...
I'm sorry, Tallia. I'm so, so sorry.
"..."
Any hope that she would escape had left her. She was dead to everyone now; she was already dead... to herself, even. The tears ceased their flow from her eyes as her head looked towards the ground. Pain of never being able to be of the Guard, and work side by side with the Captain and so many others... it hurt deeper than any pain she could ever know.
Get up.
She didn't bother with the words. They weren't for her, she thought.
Get up.
There wasn't any way she was still talking to her. She sat still, motionless.
Get out. Go. Take the kitchen door. No one there now. Just...get out of Wistvale.
At first, she didn't think it had happened. The door, unlocked, hanging open. Her head cautiously rose, eyeing the crying Margrett, then the door.
Leave. Before I have to...do it again. Go.
In that moment, there wasn't any thought, any other feelings. Like reuniting with a long-lost sibling, they pulled each other into one last hug, Margrett's delicate lips kissing Tallia gently on her head.
"I love you."
There was nothing but raw emotion in those three words. No hesitation, no stutter, just the warmth of the love she had for her captain. As they let each other go, she raced upstairs, stopping only to grab her earring left on the counter, then bursting outside. She moved quickly, careful of any guards on the regular patrol route. Playing it safe, she stuck to crowds, blending in with the rags that they had adorned with. Not too long after, she reached its gates, taking one last look at the town she called home.
"さようなら... Wistvale..."
---
From that day on, she wandered. Wandered in search of an answer. Wandered for the truth. With her innocence shattered and reputation tarnished, she became more and more profound with the art of disguise and deception, avoiding any unnecessary conflicts. Not wanting to exactly lose in her battles, either, she trained vigorously every day, while maintaining her speed and sword arm. Without a job, she took up any kind of mercenary-like jobs, not too far removed from when she was in Wistvale. But, most of all, she spent every other waking moment in search of her... For revenge? For justice? For the hell of it? She didn't know yet. But, what she did know was that she would find her. Nothing else mattered.
One day, she had been taking a rest from her training at a local tavern, not drinking anything but water to sate her thirst. Then, she overheard a peculiar conversation.
Hey, man, did I tell you about the time I saw this ghost?
Huh...? A ghost?
Yeah... she was hovering off the ground, dancing around the trees...
Ummm... OK, when was this?
Just a few days ago. That morning...
Morning? How would you even see a ghost in broad daylight?
Well, she was wearing this cloak draped across her body...
Then, how the hell did you know it was a ghost, then?!
W-well, she was floating off the ground...
You do know a good magician can just pull of that kind of thing, right?
W... well, yeah, but... I-it gets stranger, see? Like, when she passed by me, I just remember her aura smelling sweet... then, I just woke up, as though I was knocked out or something!
Idiot! You were probably just knocked out the whole time...!
As though it was the very wind, Tallia's hand came crashing down unto the two men's table, almost splitting it in two.
"Which direction...?"
Her voice cold as ice, staring into the men's eyes, glowing almost a bright white, had it not been for her natural blue color.
W...what...
"Which direction... did this 'ghost' go...?"
T...t-to... the west...
"...!"
Could this be fate...? That direction... was in the same direction as Wistvale... There's no way that could be her destination...
"...thanks."
Without another word, she exited the tavern, cloak flowing behind her.
It was time.
***
It had been two days of nonstop venturing towards Wistvale, and now, she could see it in the distance from where she woke. Folding her hooded cloak over her head, she picked herself up gently, and began to approach the city once more.
"I suppose... now would be a good time... to rest..."
Exhausted, she let her body slowly fall alongside the tree, resting her head against its bark, her eyes closing but for a moment...
That day... that day was one she would never forget...
***
A seemingly regular day, with a seemingly regular mission. With everyone else off on their own agenda, Tallia made it a point to be productive today, setting off to grab one of the various behests in the tavern. "Bodyguard Needed", said the flyer. "Few years experienced required, 2000 gold." T... two thousand?! For bodyguard work?! This was a bit more than fish in a barrel... Without a thought more, she grabbed the flyer off the board, cheerfully making her way to the barkeep to ask about the job.
Ahh... that one, eh? Some young fella came in here, fancy clothes and such, thinking that one of these buffoons could man up enough to protect his master.
The barkeep pointed over to the raging drunkards sitting across from them, already sloshing beer across each other's faces.
Anywho, the boy needed to get to one of them deserted castles; his master being one of them fancy historians. Says he wanted to know what really happened in those places. Trouble is, not a soul stirred there for years, and recent reports of people disappearing around the place don't make it any easier to swallow. Those boys stopped paying attention to the kid once they mentioned that place, thinking him crazy to even try to look at the damn thing. I say you shouldn't bother with it, either, kitten, but, I'm not gonna stop you.
The barkeep took the flyer from Tallia, jotting down some extra details on how to find him and who to look for, in case she forgot.
Here. That should be where the boy and his master are staying. Good luck out there.
Already greatful for the news, but still uneasy, she gave the barkeep a generous bow and set out on her way over.
---
Arriving at the coordinates not too long after, she immediately spotted they boy the barkeep spoke of. He had very tan skin, far too removed to be from around Wistvale. Not too much taller than her, he sported a swordarm and what looked like light armor across his upper body, much like Tallia's own. His hair was short and wild, a dark brown, contrasting with his pale-green eyes. They sat staring at each other for a time, either unable to say much to the other. Suddenly, the door to the massive carriage the boy stood next to opened up, revealing an older man, looking much like the foreign boy. He was short, coming up to about the boy's chest in height. Dressed in what looked like the finest of his clothes from his country, the man appeared to be just as rich as the carriage could tell anyone from its appearance. No wonder the amount was so high; they must not think much of gold.
Hmmm... so you have come for the job, I presume...?
The old man approached her slowly, his cane in tow. Examining her from side to side, his head wobbled around her, until he had found satisfaction, and gave a smiling nod.
My, my... such a young, refined warrior! You don't get to see many at this age, you know. Excuse me, my lady, I am Belthior, a historian from a land quite unknown to most of your people.
He gave her a bow, something that shocked Tallia for but a moment, as he spoke. She returned his, still amazed that the custom had gone around a bit.
You will have to excuse this young man; he is a bit shy around females, and has not been one to see one of your kind before...
Belthior pointed over to the silent boy. The boy blushed a little as he turned his gaze away from the two of them.
Gahahaha! Just as I had, thought, Jhylan! You were eyeing her!
This time, Tallia felt herself grow red a bit as Belthior toyed with Jhylan. Jhylan turned away, going inside to wait in the carriage.
Hmph! That boy, unable to take the smallest amount of jest... Now, where we were, Young Miss...?
Ah...! Had she forgotten again? Not wasting any time, she gave Belthior another bow.
"I... I'm so s...s-sorry, Sir B-Belthior... I-I'm Tallia Felestine... o...of the Wistvale Guard..."
A member of the Guard, then? Well, that makes things much easier for us. I take it you received some info about our interests...?
She nodded. Just researching an old building didn't seem like such a bad thing. After all, she was going to take Lady Margrett out with this crazy amount of gold.
Good, good. Well, if you have any questions, just let either of us know right away. Now, come along, we have much traveling to do.
Nodding her head another time, she followed Belthior onto his quite majestic carriage, not really expecting things to take a sour turn...
---
It wasn't long before night fell, and now things were getting a little harder for the group. The path they had took left them going off into a forest—a good place to stop in case of any rain.
Driver! We shall rest here.
Belthior was more than anxious to get to the site, but with current conditions, not to mention traversing the forest path blindly, would sooner set them back than forward. The coachman nodded as he stopped the two royal like horses attached in the front of it.
You need not worry about anything, Lady Tallia. We have prepared something for this scenario.
Belthior motioned forward with his cane, to behind the two, drawing their attention to the trunk attached to the back of the carriage.
I modified this thing a bit to be able to hold all of my precious equipment for a visit like this. Inside, I have also prepared some materials for us all to sleep in. Jhylan? Could you grab something for the young lady?
He nodded, and quickly exited the carriage. Not even an hour had passed before they finished setting up a campsite for the evening, each person having their own tent, save Belthior, whom was to sleep in the carriage per his preference. Tallia was still in the middle of preparing to sleep, arranging her belongings to where she could find them, when Jhylan walked in.
A... ah... excuse me... Lady... Tallia...
The accent that carried with the words were thick, foreign, unknown to Tallia. A bit off-guard from the sudden approach, she was nervous, but she could tell he was definitely nervous, too, with the way he moved.
"Y... yes...?"
I... wanted to give... flower... You... very pretty.
He pulled out of his back pocket what seemed like an odd breed of peony, handing it to Tallia slowly. At first, Tallia had almost blushed her face off, but as soon as she got a closer look at the flower, the color from her face faded quickly.
"W... w-where... d-d-did you... g... get this...?"
Erm... flower lady... in town. She pass by... ask if... want flower. Give me... special deal... Is nice?
Tallia was silent. There wasn't any way... No... it might just be coincidence. That's all. Of course a florist would be interested in an exotic flower... Realizing the awkwardly blushing Jhylan still standing in front of her, her mind snapped back into reality.
"O-oh...! Um... I... I like... it... T-thank you... Jhylan..."
Pressing close, she gave him a hug. It was enough for Jhylan, as he left the tent, grinning from ear to ear. Tallia simply smiled and waved as he walked away to his own tent. For some reason, this flower made her uneasy... She took in its scent, sniffing in its sweet fragrance, but with a bit of an odd... taste...? It was hard to describe... her head already hurting so... much... Then... then, there was nothing. Her body collapsed where it stood.
---
At the time, it was all a blur, but now... it remained in her head to this day. Tallia awoke, the darkness surrounding her meaning nothing to her eyes. There were screams, away from here, further into the forest. In an instant, she grabbed for her sword... but, it was not there. Where...? Where could she have left something so vital...? Cursing herself, she rushed out without her most reliable weapon unattached to her side. She was getting closer, closer... until she had come across a scene in which she wished she hadn't...
Amongst a tree, sat Jhylan's lifeless body, dripping with blood from the gaping hole in his chest. Right at his side sat Belthior, still screaming at the sight of his deceased son. The coachman was too frozen in shock at the body to even come close to Belthior. And, right by the dead body, lied Tallia's sword, covered in blood.
She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it. This couldn't be happening to her, she thought. This was all a sick, sick dream that she was going to wake from...
Her head was buzzing, her world spinning suddenly, unsure if it was from the strong smell of blood, or her own confusion. Then, she noticed someone... Someone had been watching this whole time...! She saw them, staring right back at her...! She could barely see them, but she could tell... it was a woman...
No...
It couldn't be... her...!
The dark figure disappeared not even a moment later, and she was left in shambles. The coachman, hearing Tallia fall to her knees in her own shock, pointed her out to Belthior.
Sh... she's here... M-Master!
Belthior, ceasing his screams, turned his head slowly to the supposed murder, furious over his son's death.
You... YOU!!!
Overcome with anger, the man leapt towards the defenseless Cathian, savagely attacking as best as he could, blows landing with a solid crunch. She barely felt the pain as one excessive blow knocked her into unconsciousness yet again...
---
Her waking moment was unexpected. She thought she was dead, thought she would be tortured brutally, or thrown off a cliff somewhere. It seemed Belthior wanted her to suffer, not just physically, but mentally, as well. The cold iron bars in front of her told her everything they needed to know. Sitting up onto her knees, she saw the two guards, watching her with uncertainty, when they were suddenly dismissed by a familiar, yet sorrowful, voice.
Leave.
Tallia smelled her even before she became close enough to spot. A smell she knew she was going to miss in the other world...
Why?
A question she knew she could not answer. A question she was already asking herself. There was nothing she could really say to her... Regardless, she shook for an answer, only telling as much as the truth as she could.
"I... I-I-I... I... d... d-d... didn't do it... I... I swear... I... please... I..."
"I... I d... d-didn't kill anyone...!"
You heard what they said, kitten. I can't...I can't argue with it.
She remembered. It was faint, but it was there. Belthior had decided to head back to Wistvale, for "proper justice" to be handed down as he so called it. He gave them the story, making sure he had everything to prove it was correct. The trial acted as though it didn't even happen itself. The verdict passed down in mere minutes, sending her off to die.
Even if you...if they're wrong, they made a decision. I can't do anything for you. Not anymore. You know I can't.
"Y... y-you... you b-believe me... r... right...?"
If anything, all she wanted right now is for someone to comofort her— no, not anyone... she wanted Margrett to comfort her more than anything in the world...
"I... I... w-w-was fr... framed...! I-I... I know... I... saw... them..."
I...
Margrett looked away from the tearing girl, hurting of the pain of this whole situation. It hurt too much... to know that someone so dear couldn't look at her...
I wasn't there to see it. And there...was evidence, Tallia. The blood, the footprints, the...the flower. I...believe you know what you saw. Either that or...
I'm sorry, Tallia. I'm so, so sorry.
"..."
Any hope that she would escape had left her. She was dead to everyone now; she was already dead... to herself, even. The tears ceased their flow from her eyes as her head looked towards the ground. Pain of never being able to be of the Guard, and work side by side with the Captain and so many others... it hurt deeper than any pain she could ever know.
Get up.
She didn't bother with the words. They weren't for her, she thought.
Get up.
There wasn't any way she was still talking to her. She sat still, motionless.
Get out. Go. Take the kitchen door. No one there now. Just...get out of Wistvale.
At first, she didn't think it had happened. The door, unlocked, hanging open. Her head cautiously rose, eyeing the crying Margrett, then the door.
Leave. Before I have to...do it again. Go.
In that moment, there wasn't any thought, any other feelings. Like reuniting with a long-lost sibling, they pulled each other into one last hug, Margrett's delicate lips kissing Tallia gently on her head.
"I love you."
There was nothing but raw emotion in those three words. No hesitation, no stutter, just the warmth of the love she had for her captain. As they let each other go, she raced upstairs, stopping only to grab her earring left on the counter, then bursting outside. She moved quickly, careful of any guards on the regular patrol route. Playing it safe, she stuck to crowds, blending in with the rags that they had adorned with. Not too long after, she reached its gates, taking one last look at the town she called home.
"さようなら... Wistvale..."
---
From that day on, she wandered. Wandered in search of an answer. Wandered for the truth. With her innocence shattered and reputation tarnished, she became more and more profound with the art of disguise and deception, avoiding any unnecessary conflicts. Not wanting to exactly lose in her battles, either, she trained vigorously every day, while maintaining her speed and sword arm. Without a job, she took up any kind of mercenary-like jobs, not too far removed from when she was in Wistvale. But, most of all, she spent every other waking moment in search of her... For revenge? For justice? For the hell of it? She didn't know yet. But, what she did know was that she would find her. Nothing else mattered.
One day, she had been taking a rest from her training at a local tavern, not drinking anything but water to sate her thirst. Then, she overheard a peculiar conversation.
Hey, man, did I tell you about the time I saw this ghost?
Huh...? A ghost?
Yeah... she was hovering off the ground, dancing around the trees...
Ummm... OK, when was this?
Just a few days ago. That morning...
Morning? How would you even see a ghost in broad daylight?
Well, she was wearing this cloak draped across her body...
Then, how the hell did you know it was a ghost, then?!
W-well, she was floating off the ground...
You do know a good magician can just pull of that kind of thing, right?
W... well, yeah, but... I-it gets stranger, see? Like, when she passed by me, I just remember her aura smelling sweet... then, I just woke up, as though I was knocked out or something!
Idiot! You were probably just knocked out the whole time...!
As though it was the very wind, Tallia's hand came crashing down unto the two men's table, almost splitting it in two.
"Which direction...?"
Her voice cold as ice, staring into the men's eyes, glowing almost a bright white, had it not been for her natural blue color.
W...what...
"Which direction... did this 'ghost' go...?"
T...t-to... the west...
"...!"
Could this be fate...? That direction... was in the same direction as Wistvale... There's no way that could be her destination...
"...thanks."
Without another word, she exited the tavern, cloak flowing behind her.
It was time.
***
It had been two days of nonstop venturing towards Wistvale, and now, she could see it in the distance from where she woke. Folding her hooded cloak over her head, she picked herself up gently, and began to approach the city once more.
