76th Fall 513AV
Morning
Location 1: Kova’s Well
“You.”
It was a somewhat defiant point that Fallon Skylar stopped dead in the tracks of a man. Eyes narrowed and her nostril twitching as she gave a sharp stare to him. She chewed her lip for a chime, contemplating almost on what to exactly say to him. But, she needed to speak, and that was exactly what she would do.
Once she had formed words.
For the majority of the night and yesterday afternoon, Fallon had been set to pacing back and forth. Her mind searched for an answer, clues and information to solve a mystery that had been kept tightly shut for such a long time. A secret that she almost desperately wanted to discover. Of course, that mystery was becoming heated and the knights simply brushed it aside without a word. Almost as if it was a taboo subject, or something that was little more than a rumour.
But even she knew a rumour had to stem from somewhere. So, who could she turn to for helping at picking clues?
Markus? Well, he was a knight and he seemed – for the most part – uninterested in chasing rumours. They had their system after all, and he had duties to attend to. Orion? He had other things to worry about than her own curiosity. Kreig? Gods knows where he was. The list went on; and inevitably lead to him. Of course, the issue then came to actually trying to find him. He could change his face, his features. He could manipulate his shape. He could have been anyone.
The squire went searching. Looking not for a face but for something else, some other familiarity she could recognise. Cloak, blade, walk, weapons, anything would do. She needed to find something she recognised. If that was even possible. Through the late night and early hours, the squire paced her way through the corridors and hallways, seeking and searching. From the traveller’s row, to other locations where the people may congregate, or where the silence ruled the air. Until, eventually she stumbled upon something familiar – the rapier. Long chimes passed as she followed after the target, head low, hood raised. Quick steps touched the floor, the frame weaving in and out as she tracked and followed. There was a step into the shadow, a glance around before once more she continued, eyes watching the movement and mannerisms. When she was certain, she made her approach and made her presence clear.
Hence, why she was here now before him.
“You are Egyptus right?” she could not help but ask, she did not want to make a fool of herself after all.
It was a somewhat defiant point that Fallon Skylar stopped dead in the tracks of a man. Eyes narrowed and her nostril twitching as she gave a sharp stare to him. She chewed her lip for a chime, contemplating almost on what to exactly say to him. But, she needed to speak, and that was exactly what she would do.
Once she had formed words.
For the majority of the night and yesterday afternoon, Fallon had been set to pacing back and forth. Her mind searched for an answer, clues and information to solve a mystery that had been kept tightly shut for such a long time. A secret that she almost desperately wanted to discover. Of course, that mystery was becoming heated and the knights simply brushed it aside without a word. Almost as if it was a taboo subject, or something that was little more than a rumour.
But even she knew a rumour had to stem from somewhere. So, who could she turn to for helping at picking clues?
Markus? Well, he was a knight and he seemed – for the most part – uninterested in chasing rumours. They had their system after all, and he had duties to attend to. Orion? He had other things to worry about than her own curiosity. Kreig? Gods knows where he was. The list went on; and inevitably lead to him. Of course, the issue then came to actually trying to find him. He could change his face, his features. He could manipulate his shape. He could have been anyone.
The squire went searching. Looking not for a face but for something else, some other familiarity she could recognise. Cloak, blade, walk, weapons, anything would do. She needed to find something she recognised. If that was even possible. Through the late night and early hours, the squire paced her way through the corridors and hallways, seeking and searching. From the traveller’s row, to other locations where the people may congregate, or where the silence ruled the air. Until, eventually she stumbled upon something familiar – the rapier. Long chimes passed as she followed after the target, head low, hood raised. Quick steps touched the floor, the frame weaving in and out as she tracked and followed. There was a step into the shadow, a glance around before once more she continued, eyes watching the movement and mannerisms. When she was certain, she made her approach and made her presence clear.
Hence, why she was here now before him.
“You are Egyptus right?” she could not help but ask, she did not want to make a fool of herself after all.