Elide
Elide's gaze falters with Deimos' stance and she shifts her weight uncomfortably, almost flustered. A life spent hunting had taught her that death lays around every corner, that she is lucky to see the wonders of the world today, to learn from a warrior like Deimos. On any other occasion, she might've stayed resolute, might've kept swinging her blade until there was nothing left of it. The truth of the matter weighs heavily on her mind, though, Wessex's unexpected call to arms echoing between her ears.
Deimos is right, though, and she knows it but, unease is a cog in her machine. She feels underprepared for what's to come, and she feels that no amount of training now will truly ready her for it either.
"No. I know that. I have to learn... faster than I anticipated. I didn't come here tonight only to spar," she lifts her gaze back up, glancing around as many of the solders dissolve into the background now that the action is suddenly over. Her eyes slide over Deimos' form, and she explains, "All of the Ascended have been called to help fight against the monsters in the Hollowed Grounds this upcoming LongNight. As you might know already. There doesn't seem to be much leeway for those of us that are... not as strong as we could be," there's a grimace on her face as she clenches her jaw, looking down again. The sword in her hands lowers further until it clinks quietly against the stone ground. "I made a promise to the Voice when I chose to become... this. If she calls me, I must go, even if it means I go marching toward my death. I will admit, though," she scoffs, peering back up at him with a cold smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "if I die so soon, it will be very wounding to my pride."
Deimos is right, though, and she knows it but, unease is a cog in her machine. She feels underprepared for what's to come, and she feels that no amount of training now will truly ready her for it either.
"No. I know that. I have to learn... faster than I anticipated. I didn't come here tonight only to spar," she lifts her gaze back up, glancing around as many of the solders dissolve into the background now that the action is suddenly over. Her eyes slide over Deimos' form, and she explains, "All of the Ascended have been called to help fight against the monsters in the Hollowed Grounds this upcoming LongNight. As you might know already. There doesn't seem to be much leeway for those of us that are... not as strong as we could be," there's a grimace on her face as she clenches her jaw, looking down again. The sword in her hands lowers further until it clinks quietly against the stone ground. "I made a promise to the Voice when I chose to become... this. If she calls me, I must go, even if it means I go marching toward my death. I will admit, though," she scoffs, peering back up at him with a cold smile that doesn't reach her eyes, "if I die so soon, it will be very wounding to my pride."
sewn together, my humanity and my immortality
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
together, they hang, trading places like sun and moon
