The change in the breakfast did not bother much. After all she had subsided on much worse for far longer, though that was another story.
While not aloof, and rather polite when interacting with those attending, Aithne settled in a solitary spot. New faces were about and some she had not seen since that first arrival. A curious thing.
Her porridge and dried fruit consumed, she sipped her coffee and tore at her bread.
II. Death of a Council Woman
Aithne had a habit to walk through the city outside the castle. Often times cloaked due to the weather, and the partial anonymity it gave her. She wanted to see and understand the situation better with her own eyes. And it was dire in many ways. And that is how she found herself on the street just as the altercation between the mass of landens and Councilwoman Vera’s entourage began.
At first she was going to simply observe but something seemed off and she moved closer. And then words became action as the landens, somehow separate the woman from the rest. Now she was in the crowd, working her way closer to the center of the matter. Every instinct she had said this was not a good situation.
Just as she was almost close enough to intervene the shot rang out and her wings instinctively clasped around her.
That was not right. They were dismissed…Aithne unfastened the broach of the cloak and let it drop, her right hand dropping to the hilt of her still sheathed sword as she scanned both the groups, then glancing to the woman struck on the ground, already too far gone for anything she could do. The crowd parts and the apparent assassin was a young man, and from his reaction was his first kill, or possibly something else that caused his shaking hands.
If there were any reactions to her true appearance she ignored them as she started to move when the crowd parted. Allairavar, is noted as well as he command, there is enough to handle his aim, though this. This did not set right, especially given the ability of the landens to suppress their Jewels.
“Do as he says, for your own sake if nothing else.” As the Valkyrie pushes through the mass and beats her wings hard to get off the ground. Harder than it should be, and she was slower, though her wings served her well to keep her high enough to ensure her sharp eyes wouldn’t lose track of the young one.
Gently, for this is something new to her, and others may hear as well. “I have him Allairavar, he just ran in an alley. Be wary.”
OTA
The change in the breakfast did not bother much. After all she had subsided on much worse for far longer, though that was another story.
While not aloof, and rather polite when interacting with those attending, Aithne settled in a solitary spot. New faces were about and some she had not seen since that first arrival. A curious thing.
Her porridge and dried fruit consumed, she sipped her coffee and tore at her bread.
II. Death of a Council Woman
Aithne had a habit to walk through the city outside the castle. Often times cloaked due to the weather, and the partial anonymity it gave her. She wanted to see and understand the situation better with her own eyes. And it was dire in many ways. And that is how she found herself on the street just as the altercation between the mass of landens and Councilwoman Vera’s entourage began.
At first she was going to simply observe but something seemed off and she moved closer. And then words became action as the landens, somehow separate the woman from the rest. Now she was in the crowd, working her way closer to the center of the matter. Every instinct she had said this was not a good situation.
Just as she was almost close enough to intervene the shot rang out and her wings instinctively clasped around her.
That was not right. They were dismissed…Aithne unfastened the broach of the cloak and let it drop, her right hand dropping to the hilt of her still sheathed sword as she scanned both the groups, then glancing to the woman struck on the ground, already too far gone for anything she could do. The crowd parts and the apparent assassin was a young man, and from his reaction was his first kill, or possibly something else that caused his shaking hands.
If there were any reactions to her true appearance she ignored them as she started to move when the crowd parted. Allairavar, is noted as well as he command, there is enough to handle his aim, though this. This did not set right, especially given the ability of the landens to suppress their Jewels.
“Do as he says, for your own sake if nothing else.” As the Valkyrie pushes through the mass and beats her wings hard to get off the ground. Harder than it should be, and she was slower, though her wings served her well to keep her high enough to ensure her sharp eyes wouldn’t lose track of the young one.
Gently, for this is something new to her, and others may hear as well. “I have him Allairavar, he just ran in an alley. Be wary.”