  The affairs of others were usually kept at arm's length, she wanted little involvement, yet, she found herself in the center of controversy. This time, it was the same as before - in order to achieve her goals, she had to sacrifice time and assist others in hopes that their hearts would soften to her plight. With the talk of a potential heretic in the air, it seems that her request for help would be ignored. She was going to drown in this tidal wave of political hostility, but it could not be ignored - she was already being pulled into this rip current without a way to break free. Already did the eyes settle upon her person, for a weary knight had his gaze focused solely on Rivienne, as if she held the key to help with this distressing turn of events.
She longed to be elsewhere at the moment.
  Before a word could be uttered in protest, already she was reined into assisting him. The draft, of cool air, sunk into her light leathers as this knight guides her back outside-- she already missed the warmth of the fire. He was convinced that such accusations on House Haillernate were all a farce, for never had Lord Francel performed an act of heresy. He urged for the huntress to speak of the flower edelweiss to Lord Francel, and he will know to trust her words. Thus, her involvement with the noblesse formally began.Â
  To the Skyfire Locks she went with Avenger facing the onslaught of snow that made visibility difficult; the snow caused her chocobo to shudder. Every vibration made by him caused a pain of sympathy to run its course through her; she promised him that he would be fed heaps of gysahls upon their return to more temperate climates. Perhaps she promised too soon, for this dilemma goes deeper than what she anticipated would be a simple delivery of ill-news. The secret word was spoken, but that did little in helping her further along with her own personal mission, nay, Lord Francel could offer no assistance for he feared that already his House was put in jeopardy for the acts of corruption brought upon him.
  He inspected the rosary she had presented him with, not the Draconian, but the one she worn around her neck for years now. Peculiar item it was, and though he offered little to go on, a name was whispered to her, another one of the four major Houses. Oh, she was growing tired of nobility already. This Lord Haurchefant, of House Fortemps, was to receive a missive from Francel, introducing her, along with the minute details of what was taking place beyond the gates of Camp Dragonhead. Again, she was cast to the cold and pointed to the North, where a dark fort stood solitary against the canvas of white.
  The weather worked against her, constantly retaliating with flogging winds that sent her hood back a few times, exposing her visage to the fury of the currents. Her lips dried minutes of being out as she encouraged her companion forward; Avenger would not yield so easily until they were in the comfort of being surrounded by four walls again. After what felt like long hours in the cold, they were greeted by knights, though these had a different view of the traveler, for not frigidness could be seen in their gaze and they easily welcomed her, a far better introduction than previously.Â
  Avenger was passed along to a stable-hand, who guaranteed that he would be taken care of and, without missing a beat, Rivienne made her way where it was said Lord Haurchefant sat in wait.
She longed to be elsewhere at the moment.
  Before a word could be uttered in protest, already she was reined into assisting him. The draft, of cool air, sunk into her light leathers as this knight guides her back outside-- she already missed the warmth of the fire. He was convinced that such accusations on House Haillernate were all a farce, for never had Lord Francel performed an act of heresy. He urged for the huntress to speak of the flower edelweiss to Lord Francel, and he will know to trust her words. Thus, her involvement with the noblesse formally began.Â
  To the Skyfire Locks she went with Avenger facing the onslaught of snow that made visibility difficult; the snow caused her chocobo to shudder. Every vibration made by him caused a pain of sympathy to run its course through her; she promised him that he would be fed heaps of gysahls upon their return to more temperate climates. Perhaps she promised too soon, for this dilemma goes deeper than what she anticipated would be a simple delivery of ill-news. The secret word was spoken, but that did little in helping her further along with her own personal mission, nay, Lord Francel could offer no assistance for he feared that already his House was put in jeopardy for the acts of corruption brought upon him.
  He inspected the rosary she had presented him with, not the Draconian, but the one she worn around her neck for years now. Peculiar item it was, and though he offered little to go on, a name was whispered to her, another one of the four major Houses. Oh, she was growing tired of nobility already. This Lord Haurchefant, of House Fortemps, was to receive a missive from Francel, introducing her, along with the minute details of what was taking place beyond the gates of Camp Dragonhead. Again, she was cast to the cold and pointed to the North, where a dark fort stood solitary against the canvas of white.
  The weather worked against her, constantly retaliating with flogging winds that sent her hood back a few times, exposing her visage to the fury of the currents. Her lips dried minutes of being out as she encouraged her companion forward; Avenger would not yield so easily until they were in the comfort of being surrounded by four walls again. After what felt like long hours in the cold, they were greeted by knights, though these had a different view of the traveler, for not frigidness could be seen in their gaze and they easily welcomed her, a far better introduction than previously.Â
  Avenger was passed along to a stable-hand, who guaranteed that he would be taken care of and, without missing a beat, Rivienne made her way where it was said Lord Haurchefant sat in wait.
