Early Spring, 122PW
It was dark and chilly, the winds that had been absent during the start of their adventure now returned with a vengeance. Fayane Tyme lay awake in half-fox form, her thick fur keeping her warm even as Jerial slept restlessly against her side. Her form did some to protect him from the wind, though very little.
He had, of course, fought her taking the first sentry. She had, of course, shot him down in her shy way and won when she explained she wouldn't be able to sleep anyways.
Her tail swept closer to the two of them as she thought of the bandits who destroyed her life. Who knew the fiends had left for Apthoni after slaughtering her mother. Fay was just grateful that the one man had remained behind so that she had been able to slay him, and that he had had a letter of summoning on him. She was even more grateful for Jerials presence, no matter how much emotional turmoil it caused her. He could read and write, and saw her as more than just a blade. That was far from valuable to her, that was precious and priceless.
Fay turned her head to the south-west, in the direction of Apthoni, and silently warned her enemies of their certain deaths. Though she now wondered what would become of her, once her vengeance had been served. Would she remain in the "fantastic" city of Athena as Jerial had suggested mildly, perhaps explore the academic wonders of Vitalis? Though to do that she would need to learn to read more than a handful or words. She looked down to Jerial, huddled against her side for warmth, and vaguely wondered if he'd be willing to teach her to read and write. Changers knew they'd have the time... it was a long way to Apthoni.
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He had awoken to find Fay where she was when he fell into sleep, close to him to keep warm in the face of the harsh wind. He placed a hand on her shoulder, offering a weak smile as he rose. She seemed relieved, yet resigned to take her turn to rest while he took watch. The howl of wolves or the rustling of leaves never failed to startle him; he feared not for his own safety, but that of Fayane. So passed an indeterminate amount of time.
Jerial stared at the fire blankly, thinking about nothing. Fay had awoken for a little while, professing she could not sleep. Jerial had taken advantage of this opportunity to gather available tinder for a fire, which was a pitiful amount. Nevertheless, he kindled a fire, eventually coaxing Fay back to sleep. So he pulled up a log and picked up a stick, tending the fire intently.
When Fay awoke for the second time, she inquired to how long she had been asleep. Jerial was stricken to find that he did not know. The overcast sky bared none of its secrets, and the temperature had remained steady for as long as either of them could remember. He felt a sense of vertigo as he realized he could have stared at the fire for weeks while Fay slept.
Jerial, seeing that Fay intended to remain awake, moved over on the log to make room for her to sit close to the fire and off of the unforgiving ground. No longer did the kindness he showed to her elicit the lightheaded, giddy, teen-aged reaction it had in Shim. No longer was he courting her aimlessly, though still he took interest in her; no, now he was protecting her, sheltering her, from whatever may come.
Jerial stared at the fire blankly, thinking about nothing. Fay had awoken for a little while, professing she could not sleep. Jerial had taken advantage of this opportunity to gather available tinder for a fire, which was a pitiful amount. Nevertheless, he kindled a fire, eventually coaxing Fay back to sleep. So he pulled up a log and picked up a stick, tending the fire intently.
When Fay awoke for the second time, she inquired to how long she had been asleep. Jerial was stricken to find that he did not know. The overcast sky bared none of its secrets, and the temperature had remained steady for as long as either of them could remember. He felt a sense of vertigo as he realized he could have stared at the fire for weeks while Fay slept.
Jerial, seeing that Fay intended to remain awake, moved over on the log to make room for her to sit close to the fire and off of the unforgiving ground. No longer did the kindness he showed to her elicit the lightheaded, giddy, teen-aged reaction it had in Shim. No longer was he courting her aimlessly, though still he took interest in her; no, now he was protecting her, sheltering her, from whatever may come.
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She'd slept restlessly, dreams filled with her mothers dead face haunting her, her life's blood seeping over her hands. She woke once, the images too much, relieved to see Jerial still keeping watch. He took the time to gather tinder and Fay took the time to calm herself. Clawed hands snagged her discarded cape and wrapped it around her still furry shoulders. She wasn't cold, she just needed the comfort.
Jerial returned ad she was forced to attempt to sleep once more. She did sleep, though once more her dreams were not pleasant. Her father... training sessions...hunting. They all blended into one and soon she was hunting the very man she'd swore to protect. She woke with a start, her heart racing before she looked to Jerial staring into the fire and calmed. She would not allow that to happen.
The initial inquiry over, Jerial moved to the side to allow her to side beside him, near the flames. She swallowed and stared at them before simply sitting behind him and leaning against him. She sensed his curiosity and said simply: "They frighten me. My home once burned to the ground with me in it... I survived only because I shifted and ran. Worry not, my fur keeps me warm." That and with his heartbeat thundering in her ear, she was calm. She would allow him time to warm against the fire before she insisted they move, because even though she knew she could go further with less sleep and warmth, she knew he couldn't. And she needed him.
Jerial returned ad she was forced to attempt to sleep once more. She did sleep, though once more her dreams were not pleasant. Her father... training sessions...hunting. They all blended into one and soon she was hunting the very man she'd swore to protect. She woke with a start, her heart racing before she looked to Jerial staring into the fire and calmed. She would not allow that to happen.
The initial inquiry over, Jerial moved to the side to allow her to side beside him, near the flames. She swallowed and stared at them before simply sitting behind him and leaning against him. She sensed his curiosity and said simply: "They frighten me. My home once burned to the ground with me in it... I survived only because I shifted and ran. Worry not, my fur keeps me warm." That and with his heartbeat thundering in her ear, she was calm. She would allow him time to warm against the fire before she insisted they move, because even though she knew she could go further with less sleep and warmth, she knew he couldn't. And she needed him.
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Jerial barely saw the sunset out of the corner of his eyes peeking out at him. He had been writing feverishly in spurts for the past two days, ever since the first night. The weather had calmed somewhat, but was still brisk, with a breeze coming in from the north. However, it was still pleasant enough.
Jerial was now leaning against a tree, as he had for most of the day, his large book propped on his knees. He felt disappointed that Fayane had nothing to do, and he almost regretted being so withdrawn for the past two days. This conflicted with the fact that he must refine his ideas for the academicians that he was so eager to meet and to please.
The limited amount of oil almost certainly precluded the use of the lamp; he sighed and resigned himself to stop in a moment. He took the interlude in thought to observe poor Fayane. She was practicing her swordsmanship; as he watched, it seemed almost a dance, a hypnotic rhythm pervading her movements. A small smile invaded his pensive countenance as he returned to his work.
Jerial was now leaning against a tree, as he had for most of the day, his large book propped on his knees. He felt disappointed that Fayane had nothing to do, and he almost regretted being so withdrawn for the past two days. This conflicted with the fact that he must refine his ideas for the academicians that he was so eager to meet and to please.
The limited amount of oil almost certainly precluded the use of the lamp; he sighed and resigned himself to stop in a moment. He took the interlude in thought to observe poor Fayane. She was practicing her swordsmanship; as he watched, it seemed almost a dance, a hypnotic rhythm pervading her movements. A small smile invaded his pensive countenance as he returned to his work.
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Invisible foes died by her hand as Fay danced, sweat barely forming on her brow. She picked up the pace, intent on improving her speed and dexterity. She'd gotten rusty while in the guard, as she'd suspected she would, and knew she'd have to be at the peak of her game to get her and Jerial out of this alive. Speaking of Jerial... Fay finished the dance with a flurry of strikes before straitening and watching the man scribble furiously into his book. When she'd learn that he could not only read but write as well, she'd felt miserably stupid. Father'd taught her the bare basic's - enough that she could tell if something was important... but Jerial... he was a scholar.
Frustrated, Fay began a more tiring and complex dance, growling and moving faster than was recommended. The result was a dangerous show of singing blades and blurred limbs, Fay's pants and grunts were the accompanying music. It wasn't her fault she was stupid. A vicious slash cut at her father's body. No it was his. A stab caught him in a rather sensitive area in his body. Him and his bloody revenge that he had all but seared into her soul. She hadn't wanted to be a killer damn it all. But fate played in mysterious ways...
She ended the exhausting dance and staggered to Jerial to take a quick break. Slumping next to him she, too, leaned against the tree and tried to decipher his words. An idea crossed her mind, and being exhausted from her training she never stopped to think before she spoke.
"Could you teach me to draw and read scribbles?"
Frustrated, Fay began a more tiring and complex dance, growling and moving faster than was recommended. The result was a dangerous show of singing blades and blurred limbs, Fay's pants and grunts were the accompanying music. It wasn't her fault she was stupid. A vicious slash cut at her father's body. No it was his. A stab caught him in a rather sensitive area in his body. Him and his bloody revenge that he had all but seared into her soul. She hadn't wanted to be a killer damn it all. But fate played in mysterious ways...
She ended the exhausting dance and staggered to Jerial to take a quick break. Slumping next to him she, too, leaned against the tree and tried to decipher his words. An idea crossed her mind, and being exhausted from her training she never stopped to think before she spoke.
"Could you teach me to draw and read scribbles?"
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He thought for a moment, considering the request. Then, slowly, he nodded as he looked up to meet her eyes. “Why, yes, I believe I would be willing to teach you, if you are willing. When would you like to begin?”
As he said this, Jerial thought of the implications of teaching this woman. The Society of the Changed would welcome him, he was sure, even praise him for his varied accomplishments. Fayane could be interested in entering the Academy as well; she could want to enter Tasks; she could have more mundane goals as the object of her learning, but Jerial could not think of a person that would not consider it an honor to enter the Society.
But, he countered himself; Fay might not even know the explicit details of the Society. She might not know of the agents of Tasks Zero, or the other, more…shady dealings of the Society. Fayane might even be offended by the thought of the other services of the organization, the hunting of monsters and the espionage involved in the other dabbling they had their many hands in.
He enjoyed the analogies his mind came up with; now he enjoyed one of a large fire, some places hotter than others, that represented the world and its varied interests. He imagined many irons in this fire, all different, though some appeared quite similar. To the untrained eye, most seemed to be the same, but to one that was familiar with such irons, they were all varied, some chipped and tainted, some new and cherry-red with heat, some down to the side in the ashes. Such analogues to life were the root, the spark of his philosophies that he would share when he arrived at his destination. Hmm. He amused himself.
It occurred to him just how important his voices were to him, and how he missed them when there was nobody around. It also dawned on him that somehow, Fay had taken the place of the company he had come to expect.
Jerial thought of how lonely it would be, to have no confidant, none to talk to on a deeper than superficial level. And why should she? I seem to be inferring much about Fay. She still sees me as only a traveling companion, and even as only a ‘job’, and yet I am acting as if she is an old friend. What if she does think that? What if she doesn’t? Forget it, I’ll have to see as it comes.
Jerial once again looked up to Fayane, trying to read her face as she answered him. She seemed to hesitate, so he added, “Let me rephrase my answer. If you would wish to learn to read and to write, we would so well to start with the basic Eyropan alphabet. It is a common language, one spoken by almost all Western peoples as a trade language. The runes are simply drawn, but handwriting can vary, so we would continue with the different types of the letters, which I’m sure you know are the building blocks of words, and then sentences, and paragraphs, and so forth…”
He trailed off, realizing that his eyes had strayed as he had thought and spoken from Fayane’s face to her body, his eyes playing over her body, to his book, honing in on certain random details, and then staring at one point in the page. His assumptions had gotten the best of him; with a mental chuckle, he thought they would probably be the death of him.
As he said this, Jerial thought of the implications of teaching this woman. The Society of the Changed would welcome him, he was sure, even praise him for his varied accomplishments. Fayane could be interested in entering the Academy as well; she could want to enter Tasks; she could have more mundane goals as the object of her learning, but Jerial could not think of a person that would not consider it an honor to enter the Society.
But, he countered himself; Fay might not even know the explicit details of the Society. She might not know of the agents of Tasks Zero, or the other, more…shady dealings of the Society. Fayane might even be offended by the thought of the other services of the organization, the hunting of monsters and the espionage involved in the other dabbling they had their many hands in.
He enjoyed the analogies his mind came up with; now he enjoyed one of a large fire, some places hotter than others, that represented the world and its varied interests. He imagined many irons in this fire, all different, though some appeared quite similar. To the untrained eye, most seemed to be the same, but to one that was familiar with such irons, they were all varied, some chipped and tainted, some new and cherry-red with heat, some down to the side in the ashes. Such analogues to life were the root, the spark of his philosophies that he would share when he arrived at his destination. Hmm. He amused himself.
It occurred to him just how important his voices were to him, and how he missed them when there was nobody around. It also dawned on him that somehow, Fay had taken the place of the company he had come to expect.
Jerial thought of how lonely it would be, to have no confidant, none to talk to on a deeper than superficial level. And why should she? I seem to be inferring much about Fay. She still sees me as only a traveling companion, and even as only a ‘job’, and yet I am acting as if she is an old friend. What if she does think that? What if she doesn’t? Forget it, I’ll have to see as it comes.
Jerial once again looked up to Fayane, trying to read her face as she answered him. She seemed to hesitate, so he added, “Let me rephrase my answer. If you would wish to learn to read and to write, we would so well to start with the basic Eyropan alphabet. It is a common language, one spoken by almost all Western peoples as a trade language. The runes are simply drawn, but handwriting can vary, so we would continue with the different types of the letters, which I’m sure you know are the building blocks of words, and then sentences, and paragraphs, and so forth…”
He trailed off, realizing that his eyes had strayed as he had thought and spoken from Fayane’s face to her body, his eyes playing over her body, to his book, honing in on certain random details, and then staring at one point in the page. His assumptions had gotten the best of him; with a mental chuckle, he thought they would probably be the death of him.
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He'd agreed. Fay released the breath she'd hadn't realized she'd been holding and reflected on it. Why so anxious? Scholars enjoyed teaching others, giving other knowledge. So why...? She didn't want to lose him. Her eyes scanned his seemingly thoughtful gaze. She'd grown attached to this stoney man in the period of what? A few days? Her mind recoiled at the thought.
Attachments, relationships, anything of the sort... they never remained for her. They always fell apart as people died or left. And yet... and yet she didn't want to push this one away. Any others who had appeared interested she'd shied away from. She didn't want any more pain, didn't want the agony of a broken or injured heart. So why him?
She heard him elaborate on his offer, having seen the wrong kind of hesitation. She smiled at him, eyes dancing bemusedly when she caught his eyes travel her body. She cleared her throat to draw his eyes up from his book to her eyes.
"We shall start with what you would deem to be best with... I know the barest of basics on how to read Eyropan... and the letters I can write are very... sloppy at best." She attempted a wry smile, allowing her emotions to show through just barely. She was still getting used to this whole mass of emotions this elf raised... but she was sure she'd manage it somehow.
She watched him to his thing as she further contemplated her standing with the man. There was always a chance he'd up and leave once he saw her in "all her glory" or so to speak. Who's to say she wouldn't frighten him when the blood lust rose? When all the blood of her enemies was spilled, who was to say she would look up to see him as pale as the dead? She shivered slightly at the thought, waving off his concerned voice, too deep in thought to explain.
What if her traitorous mind hissed at her you kill him in your blood lust... like you killed that innocent. Her eyes snapped shut and she shook her head. Again she waved off Jerial's concerns.
"it's nothing, please... continue." Fay focused on what Jerial was saying, ignoring the image of his dead corpse in her hands, his blood spilling over her even as she screamed in agony in the back of her mind.
Attachments, relationships, anything of the sort... they never remained for her. They always fell apart as people died or left. And yet... and yet she didn't want to push this one away. Any others who had appeared interested she'd shied away from. She didn't want any more pain, didn't want the agony of a broken or injured heart. So why him?
She heard him elaborate on his offer, having seen the wrong kind of hesitation. She smiled at him, eyes dancing bemusedly when she caught his eyes travel her body. She cleared her throat to draw his eyes up from his book to her eyes.
"We shall start with what you would deem to be best with... I know the barest of basics on how to read Eyropan... and the letters I can write are very... sloppy at best." She attempted a wry smile, allowing her emotions to show through just barely. She was still getting used to this whole mass of emotions this elf raised... but she was sure she'd manage it somehow.
She watched him to his thing as she further contemplated her standing with the man. There was always a chance he'd up and leave once he saw her in "all her glory" or so to speak. Who's to say she wouldn't frighten him when the blood lust rose? When all the blood of her enemies was spilled, who was to say she would look up to see him as pale as the dead? She shivered slightly at the thought, waving off his concerned voice, too deep in thought to explain.
What if her traitorous mind hissed at her you kill him in your blood lust... like you killed that innocent. Her eyes snapped shut and she shook her head. Again she waved off Jerial's concerns.
"it's nothing, please... continue." Fay focused on what Jerial was saying, ignoring the image of his dead corpse in her hands, his blood spilling over her even as she screamed in agony in the back of her mind.
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Jerial thought for a moment, pondering the different methods of going about the teaching method. He had discussed language at length before with other scholars, but never before had he ventured to teach one that knew next to nothing but scraps of Eyropan written language.
"I believe the best way you can inform me just how much you know is to give you a test. You are to write me a letter, in your best handwriting. I give you free rein, but please use all your knowledge of writing. While you are doing so, think of a signature that will be used to identify yourself, if you have not. It will be your most important piece of handwriting. You have until tomorrow."
He believed he had been concise; he ripped out a sheet from his large book and handed her the writing utensil. He then stood, leaving her to her work.
"Oh, Fayane. I noticed your disliking of the fires I have started when we camp. I have decided to stem this problem; I can warm myself using my half-form. Now, please, by all means, continue your work."
And he was suddenly very worried.
"I believe the best way you can inform me just how much you know is to give you a test. You are to write me a letter, in your best handwriting. I give you free rein, but please use all your knowledge of writing. While you are doing so, think of a signature that will be used to identify yourself, if you have not. It will be your most important piece of handwriting. You have until tomorrow."
He believed he had been concise; he ripped out a sheet from his large book and handed her the writing utensil. He then stood, leaving her to her work.
"Oh, Fayane. I noticed your disliking of the fires I have started when we camp. I have decided to stem this problem; I can warm myself using my half-form. Now, please, by all means, continue your work."
And he was suddenly very worried.
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Fay worked hard at remembering what she knew. The utensil shaking slightly in her hand as she concentrated. Then, slowly but surely she started writing what she knew best - the alphabet. She then worked on the words she knew, even attempted to write a handful of non-sequential sentences. Her writing was child-like and messy but she was writing slowly, carefully, determined to make the words legible.
She'd nodded at Jerial's comment, before commenting he could curl up in her fur in his full form if he liked. She still really had no idea what sort of shifter he was, minus him being a bird of some sort. Either way it couldn't be so bad... she reasoned with herself.
No... you could just eat him. Fay mentally assassinated the voice in her head, not caring to hear its lies. She couldn't hurt Jerial even if she tried... not that she would.
It took her awhile but she finally managed to get a dozen or so sentences out; and with a triumphant cry she held the sheet to the air.
"Finished!" She cried, proud of herself. This was most definitely her best penmanship... never mind all it basically read was 3/4 of the alphabet and different variances of instructions in places to meet, who to kill/meet and other assassin-like things. The only nice sentence she knew to write was "I love you" and even then it was spelled "I lawve yew." Pathetic, really... but Fay was proud, convinced she'd done quite the admirable job.
She'd nodded at Jerial's comment, before commenting he could curl up in her fur in his full form if he liked. She still really had no idea what sort of shifter he was, minus him being a bird of some sort. Either way it couldn't be so bad... she reasoned with herself.
No... you could just eat him. Fay mentally assassinated the voice in her head, not caring to hear its lies. She couldn't hurt Jerial even if she tried... not that she would.
It took her awhile but she finally managed to get a dozen or so sentences out; and with a triumphant cry she held the sheet to the air.
"Finished!" She cried, proud of herself. This was most definitely her best penmanship... never mind all it basically read was 3/4 of the alphabet and different variances of instructions in places to meet, who to kill/meet and other assassin-like things. The only nice sentence she knew to write was "I love you" and even then it was spelled "I lawve yew." Pathetic, really... but Fay was proud, convinced she'd done quite the admirable job.
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Jerial eyed the piece of paper, slightly disappointed, but hopeful he would be able to instruct Fayane in the intricacies of writing. But, contrary to what he thought at first, she was not as far along as most of her age. He motioned her over; she seemed very happy with her work, and was quite friendly with him even as he corrected her...mistakes.
And so he continued, teaching her about the Eyropan language for as long as she wished him to, then asking her to write the same as she did at first. She improved at a fair pace, and at the end of a week she had improved on many topics, foremost the formation of her letters and the spelling of most shorter, more common words.
All the while, he was troubled by the fact that he had never shown Fay his true shifted form. He was afraid to, because of her fear of fire and his fear of her scrutiny. Anxiety also played a conflicting part, because he felt that she needed to know, even though he usually kept his secrets well guarded.
And so he continued, teaching her about the Eyropan language for as long as she wished him to, then asking her to write the same as she did at first. She improved at a fair pace, and at the end of a week she had improved on many topics, foremost the formation of her letters and the spelling of most shorter, more common words.
All the while, he was troubled by the fact that he had never shown Fay his true shifted form. He was afraid to, because of her fear of fire and his fear of her scrutiny. Anxiety also played a conflicting part, because he felt that she needed to know, even though he usually kept his secrets well guarded.
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Fay'd studied hard throughout the week that Jerial taught her how to read and write, al but glowing at her progress. She'd come to accept she was no-where near Jerial's academic level, ad that she'd need quite a long time to catch up, but she was still happy.
They were about half-way to Apthoni by this point, and Fay wasn't sure if she was happy about this or upset. It'd mean she'd soon have her vengeance... but then... she may also lose Jerial. She was walking alongside him as her thoughts brought her to this point. She glanced to the side, at him, and her eyes saddened. She truly enjoyed his company and did not wish to lose him.
She considered confronting him on his plans, but would she like his answer? What if all he wanted was for her escort into Apthoni? But that didn't make sense... why would he have bothered to assist and teach her? Blue eyes studied the landscape before her in thought before she quietly spoke.
"Jerial... may I... ask of your plans after we... deal with... the bandits?" Fasy asked, choosing her words carefully and doing her best to hide the fear in her tone. It was best to learn of his plans then make her move from there.
They were about half-way to Apthoni by this point, and Fay wasn't sure if she was happy about this or upset. It'd mean she'd soon have her vengeance... but then... she may also lose Jerial. She was walking alongside him as her thoughts brought her to this point. She glanced to the side, at him, and her eyes saddened. She truly enjoyed his company and did not wish to lose him.
She considered confronting him on his plans, but would she like his answer? What if all he wanted was for her escort into Apthoni? But that didn't make sense... why would he have bothered to assist and teach her? Blue eyes studied the landscape before her in thought before she quietly spoke.
"Jerial... may I... ask of your plans after we... deal with... the bandits?" Fasy asked, choosing her words carefully and doing her best to hide the fear in her tone. It was best to learn of his plans then make her move from there.
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Jerial paused for a moment. He had forgotten that Fay had come along to get revenge on a group of bandits. "I plan to approach the Society, though if that interferes with your plans, I would be willing to find other work."
He was not sure what exactly he would do at the Society; he knew that he wanted dearly to have Fayane stay with him when he arrived in the city. He hoped that she would, and he was not sure if he would go through with the Society if she left and was willing to travel with him again.
"I would like for you to stay with me," he added quietly, not sure how she would respond, but throwing in his lot as best he could.
He was not sure what exactly he would do at the Society; he knew that he wanted dearly to have Fayane stay with him when he arrived in the city. He hoped that she would, and he was not sure if he would go through with the Society if she left and was willing to travel with him again.
"I would like for you to stay with me," he added quietly, not sure how she would respond, but throwing in his lot as best he could.
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He would go with her? That shocked her enough to stop in her tracks and stare at him. She eyed him before smiling.
"So you'd have me/ stay? I am most glad." Seeing his minor anxiety Fay smiled. "I have no wish to leave your side. No, Jerial, I shall follow you to your Society... do they have need of assassins? I have heard only legends of these people and their hunting of fiends, but never of them recruiting." She tilted her head and continued their path.
"So you'd have me/ stay? I am most glad." Seeing his minor anxiety Fay smiled. "I have no wish to leave your side. No, Jerial, I shall follow you to your Society... do they have need of assassins? I have heard only legends of these people and their hunting of fiends, but never of them recruiting." She tilted her head and continued their path.
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"Surely for one such as you, with the skills of both an assassin and a shifter, the Society should welcome you with open arms. If you choose to enter that realm of the organization, however, after we leave Learning, we might not see each other. If you should choose to enter the path of knowledge, or if I should choose to enter the path of hunting, we could stay together."
He sincerely hoped they would, one way or another.
He sincerely hoped they would, one way or another.
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Fay gnawed her lip ad considered her options. She could join an orgaization that was potentially like the guard or... she looked up at Jerial. She could stay. Surely even she could find work besides within the organization? If she joined the organization, the chaces of her being bound to them and losing Jerial were high; and that was something she did not want. Perhaps... perhaps she could act as his pet? Or his bodyguard?
"I... I'll join if I must. But... perhaps there is a better solution?" Fay breathed in deeply and summoned her courage.
"P-perha-aps... perhaps I could stay... stay with you as a pet or a body guard?" The last part of her sentence was a bit rushed as her courage gave out. She could fight men three times her size, take down multiple targets and face most of her fears without batting an eye. But emotions? These were new, scary things; things she couldn't fight with her blades.
She dropped her eyes and fidgeted on the spot, only what little courage she had left keeping her from bolting. Courage and trust. She trusted Jerial enough now that she while she would have to think about it, there was a chance she may lend him her blades should he ever request them. Not by her wielding, but actually giving him the weapons to use himself. The thought shook her to the core but she listened for his reply, doing her best to keep her hopes low. She did not want to break her own heart.
"I... I'll join if I must. But... perhaps there is a better solution?" Fay breathed in deeply and summoned her courage.
"P-perha-aps... perhaps I could stay... stay with you as a pet or a body guard?" The last part of her sentence was a bit rushed as her courage gave out. She could fight men three times her size, take down multiple targets and face most of her fears without batting an eye. But emotions? These were new, scary things; things she couldn't fight with her blades.
She dropped her eyes and fidgeted on the spot, only what little courage she had left keeping her from bolting. Courage and trust. She trusted Jerial enough now that she while she would have to think about it, there was a chance she may lend him her blades should he ever request them. Not by her wielding, but actually giving him the weapons to use himself. The thought shook her to the core but she listened for his reply, doing her best to keep her hopes low. She did not want to break her own heart.