That Khadai did not immediately strike down the stranger was a blessing. Her position beside him felt like a nuisance, but it was enough if it managed to stay his hand. The woman that appeared before them was armed and considerably well-dressed compared to her presumed companions. She did not seem ready to strike, rather defensive, and for that she could hardly blame her.
“We do not seek trouble,†Khadai growled at the woman, and Edda nearly rolled her eyes. His penchant for trouble and his desire to avoid it seemed ever at odds with each other.
“Is that what you told them before you cut them down?†Edda frowned, and narrowed her eyes. That she had somehow been remiss in inspecting the stranger’s face suddenly seemed quite silly. “One does not murder people and avoid trouble.â€
The voice, the posture, the appearance – they were all rather unmistakable when put together. The woman stood perfectly still, unsure as to whether or not she should approach or flee. Her presence in such a place would be considered outlandish by most, and alongside her unexpected companion, she would not be surprised if Roen failed to recognize her. Understandably, she seemed rather preoccupied by the Au Ra wielding a bloodied sword, but once her eyes came to rest upon her, if only for a brief moment, she knew.
“…Edda…?â€
The look of confusion on her face was palpable. The paladin remained in her defensive position, weapon still drawn, Khadai having the same idea. Edda relaxed her grip on the man and gave him a stern look, before withdrawing herself from him completely. She stepped forward, blonde hair still loose and disheveled, blowing in the quickening wind of the early dawn. She came to stand between the two warriors, and though they could see each other past her frame, they would need to cut through her in order to harm each other.
“Roen,†she began softly, a cautious smile blooming on her face. Snow began to collect on her long eyelashes, the precipitation coming down heavier than before. “It has been some time. What are you doing here?†Edda looked around before turning back to Roen with a steady gaze. She clasped her hands in front of her; ever calm, but aware that she may seem just as guilty as the Xaela behind her. White puffs of her breath dissipated in the air as she waited, hoping the two did not do anything rash.
“We do not seek trouble,†Khadai growled at the woman, and Edda nearly rolled her eyes. His penchant for trouble and his desire to avoid it seemed ever at odds with each other.
“Is that what you told them before you cut them down?†Edda frowned, and narrowed her eyes. That she had somehow been remiss in inspecting the stranger’s face suddenly seemed quite silly. “One does not murder people and avoid trouble.â€
The voice, the posture, the appearance – they were all rather unmistakable when put together. The woman stood perfectly still, unsure as to whether or not she should approach or flee. Her presence in such a place would be considered outlandish by most, and alongside her unexpected companion, she would not be surprised if Roen failed to recognize her. Understandably, she seemed rather preoccupied by the Au Ra wielding a bloodied sword, but once her eyes came to rest upon her, if only for a brief moment, she knew.
“…Edda…?â€
The look of confusion on her face was palpable. The paladin remained in her defensive position, weapon still drawn, Khadai having the same idea. Edda relaxed her grip on the man and gave him a stern look, before withdrawing herself from him completely. She stepped forward, blonde hair still loose and disheveled, blowing in the quickening wind of the early dawn. She came to stand between the two warriors, and though they could see each other past her frame, they would need to cut through her in order to harm each other.
“Roen,†she began softly, a cautious smile blooming on her face. Snow began to collect on her long eyelashes, the precipitation coming down heavier than before. “It has been some time. What are you doing here?†Edda looked around before turning back to Roen with a steady gaze. She clasped her hands in front of her; ever calm, but aware that she may seem just as guilty as the Xaela behind her. White puffs of her breath dissipated in the air as she waited, hoping the two did not do anything rash.
