Jancis laid back and stared at the ceiling in the barracks on the Flame cot. She was in the eye of the storm, a calm amidst the whirl of emotions and feelings that had been invoked in less than a bell.
She would have offered to follow in his haste to the call he had, whatever it had been about, if there wasn't the nagging tug that she had already taken so much hospitality. The wound on her leg throbbed which made her more of a liability; the bandage was clean but holding her balance in the moment had aggravated it.
The stab of guilt was also in her mind; she did not know of the war beyond what people would talk about and tell her. Some annoyed at her inquiries; some prattling on throughout the night and morning. She didn't know anyone lost; in a strange twist that era ending event had ensured her freedom. Who could blame Zachary for feeling alone and bitter.
Master Behemoth missed that important fact in his wise words. He said his ward hadn't loved with the storybook display. But Jancis' mind wandered to the point that it wasn't possible. Not here or now. Maybe not ever. It wasn't overly selfish and to be able to smile one night did not seem that foolish anymore.
The memory of the Starlight Ball drifted back. Ease of dancing and following his lead was comforting, talking about singing and how she could be helpful. A night she felt so lost there was an anchor of a honest man with at least direction. She had been clueless to how much then.
The pain in his voice, the shine in his hazel eyes she barely caught glimpse of as he slapped himself to keep from crying. She didn't even mind offering herself; maybe because she knew he'd refuse to treat her as she had been raised to be as a tool. There was an ache within as the beauty of his family shown as much from his manner as his explanation and in a strange twist of her empathy he ended up holding her in comfort...
Jancis sat up straight from her thoughts, not knowing how much time had past. Her hand went straight to her face, covering a blush she felt warm on her palm. Menphina's Innocence, that was a foolish thought. She got out of the cot, too imbued with that comforting musk and walked barefoot on the cold tile to make herself more aware.
He had a family, he was going to fight and do whatever it took to keep it and bring it back home. This chapter of his life would close and a better one would open. And be far better than anything here. She was going to do everything to make that happen and wave farewell in great fanfare.
Looking about the hallway, she stayed in the barracks and went back to the window to look out at the moon. Sitting down she trained instead, bidding herself deep into meditation. The scars of voidsent possession remained and she focused on them. The Nether and all of its horrors of the void she had fought before she practiced with again all behind a peaceful trance.
There would be flowers at the farewell. And corn. To send him off back home. Zachary. Sir Evans. To send Sir Evans back home.
She would have offered to follow in his haste to the call he had, whatever it had been about, if there wasn't the nagging tug that she had already taken so much hospitality. The wound on her leg throbbed which made her more of a liability; the bandage was clean but holding her balance in the moment had aggravated it.
The stab of guilt was also in her mind; she did not know of the war beyond what people would talk about and tell her. Some annoyed at her inquiries; some prattling on throughout the night and morning. She didn't know anyone lost; in a strange twist that era ending event had ensured her freedom. Who could blame Zachary for feeling alone and bitter.
Master Behemoth missed that important fact in his wise words. He said his ward hadn't loved with the storybook display. But Jancis' mind wandered to the point that it wasn't possible. Not here or now. Maybe not ever. It wasn't overly selfish and to be able to smile one night did not seem that foolish anymore.
The memory of the Starlight Ball drifted back. Ease of dancing and following his lead was comforting, talking about singing and how she could be helpful. A night she felt so lost there was an anchor of a honest man with at least direction. She had been clueless to how much then.
The pain in his voice, the shine in his hazel eyes she barely caught glimpse of as he slapped himself to keep from crying. She didn't even mind offering herself; maybe because she knew he'd refuse to treat her as she had been raised to be as a tool. There was an ache within as the beauty of his family shown as much from his manner as his explanation and in a strange twist of her empathy he ended up holding her in comfort...
Jancis sat up straight from her thoughts, not knowing how much time had past. Her hand went straight to her face, covering a blush she felt warm on her palm. Menphina's Innocence, that was a foolish thought. She got out of the cot, too imbued with that comforting musk and walked barefoot on the cold tile to make herself more aware.
He had a family, he was going to fight and do whatever it took to keep it and bring it back home. This chapter of his life would close and a better one would open. And be far better than anything here. She was going to do everything to make that happen and wave farewell in great fanfare.
Looking about the hallway, she stayed in the barracks and went back to the window to look out at the moon. Sitting down she trained instead, bidding herself deep into meditation. The scars of voidsent possession remained and she focused on them. The Nether and all of its horrors of the void she had fought before she practiced with again all behind a peaceful trance.
There would be flowers at the farewell. And corn. To send him off back home. Zachary. Sir Evans. To send Sir Evans back home.
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