This trip wasn't going to plan at all.
Evangeline nurses her drink, a halo of condensation beading on the glass and sliding onto the dark wood of the bar. Not only had her attempts to overthrow worship of the twelve in Ishgard failed, she'd run into the only person there whole could keep her to a promise.
Ser Martiallais had found her mid speech, making a personal request that she halt. Grudgingly Evangeline relented, she had fought alongside the man more than once, and she had respect for him, despite his role. She had even promised not to give any more speeches until she left the city.Â
Rather annoying that.
Still, the conversation and wine had made up for it. Ser Mar was a mystery despite their many talks. Some days she felt him ready to run the priests and inquisitors through, and ride off with her. Others he seemed every inch the stony knight of Ishgard, willing to slay her if she strayed too far.Â
Evangeline sighs, people were so complicated, weren't they? Why couldn't they just listen to her, and assist her in overthrowing governments? Perhaps she'd figure it out someday.
Leaving a few coins on the counter Evangeline steps away, giving a stretch before the fire. It wasn't all bad, she mused. She had Mar's lover to meet at some point in the future, and unless the Knight fared very poorly in such things, the woman was likely a beauty indeed.Â
She hums happily and heads out the doors, looking forward to that event.
Evangeline nurses her drink, a halo of condensation beading on the glass and sliding onto the dark wood of the bar. Not only had her attempts to overthrow worship of the twelve in Ishgard failed, she'd run into the only person there whole could keep her to a promise.
Ser Martiallais had found her mid speech, making a personal request that she halt. Grudgingly Evangeline relented, she had fought alongside the man more than once, and she had respect for him, despite his role. She had even promised not to give any more speeches until she left the city.Â
Rather annoying that.
Still, the conversation and wine had made up for it. Ser Mar was a mystery despite their many talks. Some days she felt him ready to run the priests and inquisitors through, and ride off with her. Others he seemed every inch the stony knight of Ishgard, willing to slay her if she strayed too far.Â
Evangeline sighs, people were so complicated, weren't they? Why couldn't they just listen to her, and assist her in overthrowing governments? Perhaps she'd figure it out someday.
Leaving a few coins on the counter Evangeline steps away, giving a stretch before the fire. It wasn't all bad, she mused. She had Mar's lover to meet at some point in the future, and unless the Knight fared very poorly in such things, the woman was likely a beauty indeed.Â
She hums happily and heads out the doors, looking forward to that event.
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