*Jean Grey*
Night Triumphant
Sylvia Edelstein
Khusha (just outside Capital)
Sylvia shielded her eyes as the Khushan sun beat down on her. While this place was home for her, at least for the last seven or so years, there were just some things that were more difficult for her to get used to than others. Khushan food was easy, but she couldn't say the same thing about the heat. She was a creature of the night by nature after all, and unlike Dimmy, she hadn't grown up in Khusha. Still, seeing the burning sands and the familiar landscape, she couldn't help but feel almost comfortable. Khusha was a place, at least, where she didn't have to watch her own back too much. She still was feeling a bit nauseous after her ordeal in the forest, with Lyn's concoction of antidote herbs not being the most...palatable.
As the princess argued with her knight about involving Khusha, Dimmy suggested that they head to his family manor first, to prepare and bide their time until the evening, and told Lyn that she would have to change into something more suitable for dinner. At this, Sylvia groaned. She wasn't the sort who liked to wear dresses, especially after the incident that she would rather forget, though Khushan court attire WASN'T the worst, to be fair. She glanced at Lyn's expression and leaned closer to her.
"Don't worry, there's none of those heavy skirts and high collar shit around here. Better be comfortable in your own skin though," she commented as she unfastened her cloak and draped it over her arm. Her own armor was Khushan-made, and she was thankful for its forgiving cut and bare legs that allowed her to move with ease. She sprinted forward as the stone walls of the capital city came into view. Dimmy was already ahead by a fair bit, but she noticed that he had stopped. Pausing and looking up, she saw him crouching over what looked to be a man, accompanied by a horse. The vampire was waving his arm, as if to beckon them to come, and Sylvia narrowed her eyes in response. From a distance, it seemed as if the stranger was dressed in what looked to be Lochesterian armor. She couldn't be too sure, but she knew the telltale features of Lochesterian armor all too well.
She strode towards Dimmy, readying her scythe. If it was indeed a Lochesterian man, she wasn't going to be merciful just because he was hurt. She didn't know his intentions, and she wasn't about to go easy on him just because he was hurt. Once she caught up, she got a closer look at his armour and it confirmed her suspicions. The colour, the cut and even the embellishments were all familiar ones to her eyes. In fact, they looked too familiar, now that she saw them...
She gripped her scythe tightly as the princess apprehended the man, asking where the rest of his army was and whether or not he was targeting Khusha. Sylvia looked around for signs of Lochesterian soldiers, but saw nothing save for the man's horse, which looked to be in equally bad shape. Lyn then began to clean the soldier's wounds with Gwen's help, and she asked Dimmy to help bandage him. Sylvia remained motionless however. Lyn had cleaned the blood off the soldier's face to reveal VERY familiar features. Features that Sylvia remembered as she languished in Lochester's dungeon more than seven years ago. The man was one of the guards assigned to guard the area of the dungeons where she was imprisoned. The man who accompanied Jurgen, the guard who freed her. Only one of two men who knew that the girl dressed in starlight and glass who infiltrated the King's masquerade ball wasn't dead. Well, the King himself too of course, but he wasn't alive. Jurgen assured her that his companion was to be trusted...but that was more than seven years ago.
"You...I know you. Raleigh, what the fuck are you doing here?! Did someone bribe you to rat out to the bitch who calls herself queen?!" She growled, getting down on one knee and grabbing him by the hair, glaring dangerously as her lavender-blue eyes met his golden ones. She wasn't about to believe that he was in Khusha purely by accident.
Khusha (just outside Capital)
Sylvia shielded her eyes as the Khushan sun beat down on her. While this place was home for her, at least for the last seven or so years, there were just some things that were more difficult for her to get used to than others. Khushan food was easy, but she couldn't say the same thing about the heat. She was a creature of the night by nature after all, and unlike Dimmy, she hadn't grown up in Khusha. Still, seeing the burning sands and the familiar landscape, she couldn't help but feel almost comfortable. Khusha was a place, at least, where she didn't have to watch her own back too much. She still was feeling a bit nauseous after her ordeal in the forest, with Lyn's concoction of antidote herbs not being the most...palatable.
As the princess argued with her knight about involving Khusha, Dimmy suggested that they head to his family manor first, to prepare and bide their time until the evening, and told Lyn that she would have to change into something more suitable for dinner. At this, Sylvia groaned. She wasn't the sort who liked to wear dresses, especially after the incident that she would rather forget, though Khushan court attire WASN'T the worst, to be fair. She glanced at Lyn's expression and leaned closer to her.
"Don't worry, there's none of those heavy skirts and high collar shit around here. Better be comfortable in your own skin though," she commented as she unfastened her cloak and draped it over her arm. Her own armor was Khushan-made, and she was thankful for its forgiving cut and bare legs that allowed her to move with ease. She sprinted forward as the stone walls of the capital city came into view. Dimmy was already ahead by a fair bit, but she noticed that he had stopped. Pausing and looking up, she saw him crouching over what looked to be a man, accompanied by a horse. The vampire was waving his arm, as if to beckon them to come, and Sylvia narrowed her eyes in response. From a distance, it seemed as if the stranger was dressed in what looked to be Lochesterian armor. She couldn't be too sure, but she knew the telltale features of Lochesterian armor all too well.
She strode towards Dimmy, readying her scythe. If it was indeed a Lochesterian man, she wasn't going to be merciful just because he was hurt. She didn't know his intentions, and she wasn't about to go easy on him just because he was hurt. Once she caught up, she got a closer look at his armour and it confirmed her suspicions. The colour, the cut and even the embellishments were all familiar ones to her eyes. In fact, they looked too familiar, now that she saw them...
She gripped her scythe tightly as the princess apprehended the man, asking where the rest of his army was and whether or not he was targeting Khusha. Sylvia looked around for signs of Lochesterian soldiers, but saw nothing save for the man's horse, which looked to be in equally bad shape. Lyn then began to clean the soldier's wounds with Gwen's help, and she asked Dimmy to help bandage him. Sylvia remained motionless however. Lyn had cleaned the blood off the soldier's face to reveal VERY familiar features. Features that Sylvia remembered as she languished in Lochester's dungeon more than seven years ago. The man was one of the guards assigned to guard the area of the dungeons where she was imprisoned. The man who accompanied Jurgen, the guard who freed her. Only one of two men who knew that the girl dressed in starlight and glass who infiltrated the King's masquerade ball wasn't dead. Well, the King himself too of course, but he wasn't alive. Jurgen assured her that his companion was to be trusted...but that was more than seven years ago.
"You...I know you. Raleigh, what the fuck are you doing here?! Did someone bribe you to rat out to the bitch who calls herself queen?!" She growled, getting down on one knee and grabbing him by the hair, glaring dangerously as her lavender-blue eyes met his golden ones. She wasn't about to believe that he was in Khusha purely by accident.