There was no exchange of words between the two as they continued walking. It was not completely silent as sounds still stirred in the air. Normal sounds from the light winds to occasional the pitter patter of water against armor. Xydane briefly glanced above to the sky and wondered to himself how long before the rain would come and wash all the red away.
The sudden movement before them halted Xydane and he took his stance. Weapon in one hand, Clover’s hand in the other, Xydane was ready to strike down whatever foe was approaching but then Clover’s hand left his and he watched as she ran over to the wounded Hyur. A sudden emptiness was left on his hand but he could not understand why. All he knew was the warmth was gone and despite the glove that wrapped his hand, he was suddenly cold.
But he shook the strange thought and sheathed his sword. Xydane walked over to the others and raised his eyebrows, brushing his hair back as he spoke in a sore tone. “Well, isn’t it Kiht Jakkya? Why am I not surprised?†They were in the Black Shroud. If anything, the woods were the domain of Miqo’te hunters and trackers so stumbling upon people like Kiht and Rinette Molkoh wouldn’t be unpredictable.
Xydane looked from Jakkya to Andre, noticing Andre's wounds and their tire. He placed a hand on Andre’s shoulder and frowned. “Well Andre, you sure got yourself jacked up this time,†he said in a light hearted jab. He turned back to the Miqo’te as he continued to speak, “I know you’re not part of this bandwagon so I assume you’ve been tracking what the hell is going on?â€
The sudden movement before them halted Xydane and he took his stance. Weapon in one hand, Clover’s hand in the other, Xydane was ready to strike down whatever foe was approaching but then Clover’s hand left his and he watched as she ran over to the wounded Hyur. A sudden emptiness was left on his hand but he could not understand why. All he knew was the warmth was gone and despite the glove that wrapped his hand, he was suddenly cold.
But he shook the strange thought and sheathed his sword. Xydane walked over to the others and raised his eyebrows, brushing his hair back as he spoke in a sore tone. “Well, isn’t it Kiht Jakkya? Why am I not surprised?†They were in the Black Shroud. If anything, the woods were the domain of Miqo’te hunters and trackers so stumbling upon people like Kiht and Rinette Molkoh wouldn’t be unpredictable.
Xydane looked from Jakkya to Andre, noticing Andre's wounds and their tire. He placed a hand on Andre’s shoulder and frowned. “Well Andre, you sure got yourself jacked up this time,†he said in a light hearted jab. He turned back to the Miqo’te as he continued to speak, “I know you’re not part of this bandwagon so I assume you’ve been tracking what the hell is going on?â€
