scars of glory on our skin
come what may, we'll keep surviving.
She felt the storm in her bones. It gathered overhead, prickled in the air, under her skin, in her blood. The footfalls of the once-assassin were silent as they could be over the dead foliage at her feet, her eyes following the breeze as it swept through barren trees and howled under fallen ruins, overgrown and lost to age. She breathed with the swell and fall of the wind, alert, wary, and always, always curious.Ashe had been all over the Hallowed Grounds by now, either in fleeing her demons or seeking them out, but she hadn't come here yet. Kalt had, she recalled, but something about the way the place pulled her in is what kept her away. But today.. today the storms surged in her blood, crackled through her with wild energy, and there was no sitting still, no pleasing the restlessness that crashed in her with all of her typical haunts.
The place seemed decrepit and eerie, the occasional call of the squirrels echoing in taunts through the labyrinth, but it was marks of chalk that caught her eye. How useful could they be in a place that was rumored to move about on it's own? Only one way to find out, and fuck her if she wasn't too curious for her own good. She followed the marks, and soon there was the sound of rock falling upon rock, and she ducked down behind a large square of stone covered in moss, hands hovering by her blades, holding herself perfectly still until she vanished entirely.
A careful peak over the edge and she saw.. a strangely familiar face, one she could easily pin as Launcelyn. Ashe frowned, remaining where she was as she watched him a moment longer. He toyed with telekinesis, but his effort seemed minimal, lacking in what was expected of his family name. She knew better than to underestimate any of them though, knew that the royals wouldn't have kept them so close if they weren't forces to be reckoned with. How much did he support the Launcelyn agenda? She barely remembered him from Northaven, but knew he had once been close to two of the most important men in her life.
"Weren't we going to be patrol partners, back on the Storm Watch?" Her voice sounded suddenly, and she appeared sitting upon the large square of stone, one leg dangling, the other knee bent with her hands braced between them. She tilted her head at him, wearing a strange sort of smile as she assessed him. "Loren, right?"
ASHETTA
