(Katshika Falls) A Days Practice (Open)

[Ulric]

“It mustn’t touch us,” Ulric snarled back. His entire body quivered with rage. “Doesn’t it understand that it puts itself in danger? What if she comes back?” He shuddered, remembering the defiling, lustful whispers he had endured in the ship’s hold, exhorting him to murder his brothers and submit to her profane desires. “And what does it know of fear?” He demanded. “What does it know apart from these mountains and its precious eagles? Fear is staring into the eyes of gods, and knowing that we are pawns in their games, trifles whose fate is already decided. Fear is everywhere. When do we not fear?” He held out a hand. “We wants our cloak back.” This bird did not understand what motivated him. She would never understand. He only desired a trail of corpses. They will pay for what they did to us, he scowled. The entire world must be purged of wickedness.

[Aiven]

Aiven stood up walking over to him. She stood much smaller than he did, but was not intimidated by this difference. "I don't fear you now." She looked him over once more before sighing. "Fine. As you wish." She tore the cloak from her body and tossed it at his head, before walking over to her bag in all her naked glory. She remained silent as she slid on her still wet clothes, and sat on the ground next to her bag, waiting for the man to leave. She watched him with intense golden eyes.

[Ulric]

“You may not, but they do.” Ulric waved at the pair of wind eagles perched on a distant crag. He was used to this constant scrutiny. They could see the Gasvik, and somewhere, deep down, they understood the threat it represented. Sweeping the cloak around his neck, Ulric strode away, beckoning the Gasvik to his side. The ambush was coming soon. He felt it deep in his bones, knew the eagles would not suffer their presence for much longer. Nor will you have to, he found himself smiling. He had a goddess to terrify.