As soon as she'd stopped her conversation with Clio, Siha had pulled her pearl from her ear and tucked it away in a pouch at her belt. Her eyes prickled with moisture and her heart raced in her chest, they had caught a Keeper. Was it Kahn'a? Was it Mikh'a? Were they hurt? What was going to happen to them now that they were caught? All of those question flew through her mind as she walked and eventually started to run. They would be jailed...and that was if they were lucky. There was no telling what would happen to them if they were in the hands of people who wanted them to disappear, and she shuddered even thinking about the possibility of their death. They should have never gone back to that awful house. Fangs stung her lip as she bit into it and waded through the brush, ignoring the sting of the branches as they whipped at any exposed skin.
They had to finish this, even more quickly than before. With one of their own in the hands of the...enemy...it was odd thinking of the Flames as the enemy. Of Ul'dah as no longer a safe haven. She swallowed as her worries turned her stomach, they would not die, she wouldn't even think of it. She couldn't think of it. She couldn't let despair overwhelm her, she had to use it instead, use it to make her work faster and harder to save them. No brother of hers would die on her watch. Not Kahn'a. Not Mikh'a. If they did...darkness flashed across violet eyes and she swallowed at the sick feeling that rose. It would not happen.
The Keeper woman didn't slow until she reached the Skylift, only then did she let herself stop and breath, her chest and legs aching but the run had been thoughtless after she'd focused merely on navigating. Pausing she left herself look out towards the ocean that spread away from the cliff that lift was set into, the sea...she could see why her father sailed as he did, why pirates existed. It was only you out there, you and your own laws if the pirates were to be believed. Dangerous and wonderful all at once, Yuzu'ya had once lamented the fact that he ever even had to stop on land and deal with any politics or people. She had only smirked at him at the time but looking back now she could see what he meant.
A tight frown pursed her lips and she started to make her way past the myriad workers that milled about the docks and lift, thankfully she blended but dodged the work until she was able to lay boots on the dirt path that led into Woad Whisper Canyon and the waterfall.
Siha hadn't bothered with armor and she was starting to regret it as she stood near the waterfall, the spray from it had already coated her lightly and she could feel her blonde hair starting to stick to her cheeks. The rock she'd tucked herself behind was just tall enough to conceal her short figure, and she folded her arms, leaning back and watching the entrance to the canyon over her shoulder. When she spotted the cloaked figure heading her way her heart raced and her teeth clenched, from a distance she couldn't tell if it was Kiht or not...it could be a trap. Her hands tightened on her arms and she willed her aether to build, dropping her arms so that they rested behind her back where she could course aether along them. Wind. And Earth. Her best allies.
As the figure grew nearer she tucked herself farther back, only when they stopped did she get a good look at them, a flash of dark hair and definitely keeper. The lance fixed to her back was wicked in appearance but she didn't blame the woman for being on edge if she was, looking back she might have been suspicious herself. The Keeper filtered in a deep breath to catch the scent, there was some familiarity in it and on good faith she hesitantly grabbed her turban before pulling it from her face and stepping from behind the rock into view. The only thing she didn't relinquish was the hand that vibrated with earth aspected aether, should she need it the rocks would be ready to shield her...
"Miss Kiht?" she started and leveled her violet eyes on the Keeper that stood only fulms away from her hiding place.
They had to finish this, even more quickly than before. With one of their own in the hands of the...enemy...it was odd thinking of the Flames as the enemy. Of Ul'dah as no longer a safe haven. She swallowed as her worries turned her stomach, they would not die, she wouldn't even think of it. She couldn't think of it. She couldn't let despair overwhelm her, she had to use it instead, use it to make her work faster and harder to save them. No brother of hers would die on her watch. Not Kahn'a. Not Mikh'a. If they did...darkness flashed across violet eyes and she swallowed at the sick feeling that rose. It would not happen.
The Keeper woman didn't slow until she reached the Skylift, only then did she let herself stop and breath, her chest and legs aching but the run had been thoughtless after she'd focused merely on navigating. Pausing she left herself look out towards the ocean that spread away from the cliff that lift was set into, the sea...she could see why her father sailed as he did, why pirates existed. It was only you out there, you and your own laws if the pirates were to be believed. Dangerous and wonderful all at once, Yuzu'ya had once lamented the fact that he ever even had to stop on land and deal with any politics or people. She had only smirked at him at the time but looking back now she could see what he meant.
A tight frown pursed her lips and she started to make her way past the myriad workers that milled about the docks and lift, thankfully she blended but dodged the work until she was able to lay boots on the dirt path that led into Woad Whisper Canyon and the waterfall.
Siha hadn't bothered with armor and she was starting to regret it as she stood near the waterfall, the spray from it had already coated her lightly and she could feel her blonde hair starting to stick to her cheeks. The rock she'd tucked herself behind was just tall enough to conceal her short figure, and she folded her arms, leaning back and watching the entrance to the canyon over her shoulder. When she spotted the cloaked figure heading her way her heart raced and her teeth clenched, from a distance she couldn't tell if it was Kiht or not...it could be a trap. Her hands tightened on her arms and she willed her aether to build, dropping her arms so that they rested behind her back where she could course aether along them. Wind. And Earth. Her best allies.
As the figure grew nearer she tucked herself farther back, only when they stopped did she get a good look at them, a flash of dark hair and definitely keeper. The lance fixed to her back was wicked in appearance but she didn't blame the woman for being on edge if she was, looking back she might have been suspicious herself. The Keeper filtered in a deep breath to catch the scent, there was some familiarity in it and on good faith she hesitantly grabbed her turban before pulling it from her face and stepping from behind the rock into view. The only thing she didn't relinquish was the hand that vibrated with earth aspected aether, should she need it the rocks would be ready to shield her...
"Miss Kiht?" she started and leveled her violet eyes on the Keeper that stood only fulms away from her hiding place.
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