The heavens wept above, clouds hid away the silver moonbeams, and the world offered a cloak for them. Here, at this crudely made dock, Marbella’s hands found Rivienne’s shoulders as she helped her off Avenger, the courser made a soft sound as the elder chuckled and brushed his beak soon after. “A good companion, your father did well. He will serve you well beyond these lands,†she softly spoke, the sorrow was not clear, for Rivienne felt a touch of it when her hand reached for her.
“For the rest of my days,†the maiden concludes and leads her along the suspicious structure, fearing that their weight would easily send them splashing to the water. Avenger and Virgil were in tow, following the trio making their way in the dark, unable to see where the dock would end, and where the waters would swallow them. It was the Duskwight, Sylviel, that memorized the steps needed to take him closest to one of the tied boats. It wasn’t his, of course, but who was going to miss a boat out of the three posted here. Certainly someone. But, such was not his concern, at the moment.
“Hurry, this storm will not cover us long, seems someone is on your side,†he quickly lowered himself and looked around in this encompassing darkness, seeking the oars, making sure they were both in place. A glance is given toward the direction of Marbella, who takes the reins of Avenger and languidly guides him. Her stride is slow, though purposeful, as she reached for Sylviel and nods. “..and the blasted chocobo, of course.â€
She ignored his mumbling and smiled as he carefully lead the large steed, who struggled slightly before surrendering to his lead. Rivienne stood silently, clutching at the fabrics that adorned her hips. Golden depths lost their luster and grew dull as rain kissed her sun-touched cheeks. The realization began to sink in, as Avenger boarded the boat, that she was leaving her home.
Auburn hair became sodden by the rain as ran across the riverbed, the feet of his chocobo tearing away grass and moss. They reported movement. The bastards had found her before he had, and his time was slipping twixt his fingers like Thanalan sand. With his heart at his throat, and a fear clutching at his senses, he pushed his companion to make haste underneath the low hanging boughs, over the uprooted trees, through the silk of webs and decay of thirsty vines.
The spear is pulled free from its trappings with a sudden snap; he held it firmly and tugged the reins with a free hand, forcing Moss to kick forward as his heart desperately tried to catch up and become steady. He saw Duchesnel there, a few yalms before him, hidden in the brush. He could hear the water as the river highlighted his location. It was by luck that he found movement taking place here, near the river bed, this secluded location. The wildwood turned to see Ivaan coming with spear extended to his side; seems the man was going to take his kill, no. He wanted this trophy. He wanted the title as the Viper killer. After what she did to Jehantel, the man deserved to be the one to end this.
Moss, however, had a different idea.
The officer did not see the chocobo coming, distracted by Ivaan’s presence, he missed the moment the two had split from his vision. As he took possession of the bow, and sought his quiver of his arrow, the wild bird came charging forward and kept his head low. It rammed at full force with the man, and with one jerk of his head, sent his body twisting backwards, bouncing off his saddle, only to thud into the ground. Ivaan was swift and animated in his attack, for he did not move in to kill him, but came to hit the elezen’s skull with the butt end of the spear. Panting breaths escaped his lips as he stared at the form; he was not dead, but this would render him useless for the time being.
His hands shook slightly, sweat had dribbled down his temples and forehead, stinging his eyes.
The rain started to come to an end.
And time had run out.
[ Final, Part II ]
“For the rest of my days,†the maiden concludes and leads her along the suspicious structure, fearing that their weight would easily send them splashing to the water. Avenger and Virgil were in tow, following the trio making their way in the dark, unable to see where the dock would end, and where the waters would swallow them. It was the Duskwight, Sylviel, that memorized the steps needed to take him closest to one of the tied boats. It wasn’t his, of course, but who was going to miss a boat out of the three posted here. Certainly someone. But, such was not his concern, at the moment.
“Hurry, this storm will not cover us long, seems someone is on your side,†he quickly lowered himself and looked around in this encompassing darkness, seeking the oars, making sure they were both in place. A glance is given toward the direction of Marbella, who takes the reins of Avenger and languidly guides him. Her stride is slow, though purposeful, as she reached for Sylviel and nods. “..and the blasted chocobo, of course.â€
She ignored his mumbling and smiled as he carefully lead the large steed, who struggled slightly before surrendering to his lead. Rivienne stood silently, clutching at the fabrics that adorned her hips. Golden depths lost their luster and grew dull as rain kissed her sun-touched cheeks. The realization began to sink in, as Avenger boarded the boat, that she was leaving her home.
Auburn hair became sodden by the rain as ran across the riverbed, the feet of his chocobo tearing away grass and moss. They reported movement. The bastards had found her before he had, and his time was slipping twixt his fingers like Thanalan sand. With his heart at his throat, and a fear clutching at his senses, he pushed his companion to make haste underneath the low hanging boughs, over the uprooted trees, through the silk of webs and decay of thirsty vines.
The spear is pulled free from its trappings with a sudden snap; he held it firmly and tugged the reins with a free hand, forcing Moss to kick forward as his heart desperately tried to catch up and become steady. He saw Duchesnel there, a few yalms before him, hidden in the brush. He could hear the water as the river highlighted his location. It was by luck that he found movement taking place here, near the river bed, this secluded location. The wildwood turned to see Ivaan coming with spear extended to his side; seems the man was going to take his kill, no. He wanted this trophy. He wanted the title as the Viper killer. After what she did to Jehantel, the man deserved to be the one to end this.
Moss, however, had a different idea.
The officer did not see the chocobo coming, distracted by Ivaan’s presence, he missed the moment the two had split from his vision. As he took possession of the bow, and sought his quiver of his arrow, the wild bird came charging forward and kept his head low. It rammed at full force with the man, and with one jerk of his head, sent his body twisting backwards, bouncing off his saddle, only to thud into the ground. Ivaan was swift and animated in his attack, for he did not move in to kill him, but came to hit the elezen’s skull with the butt end of the spear. Panting breaths escaped his lips as he stared at the form; he was not dead, but this would render him useless for the time being.
His hands shook slightly, sweat had dribbled down his temples and forehead, stinging his eyes.
The rain started to come to an end.
And time had run out.
[ Final, Part II ]
