Trying To Heal (Treachery)

[Irathia]

47th of Spring, 516 AV Irathia sat in her bed as she heard the chimes of morning... It was dark but she found it comforting to be in the darkness, she felt alone, like she should be when she was in the dark. She was poking her finger through the hole in her cloak as she thought about every thing that happened... She still wished it was a dream. She couldn't face Sera Ravonai right now, last time she saw Sera Ravonai, it was when she came back to Syliras in that day... Irathia felt anger swell in her, mixing and mingling with the bit of despair in her. She clenched her fists and began to grind her teeth together... How was any of this her fault? She should be proud she managed to take out that filth disguised as humans... They should be dead... But... Irathia still felt terrible. Bandits should die... But not like how she did it, she felt bile in her throat as images of corpses reappeared in her mind... She punched her bed, so many emotions swelled in her as she thought about everything... She IS a monster, just in the disguise of a person, but they were monsters too, they killed probably killed people like they breath the air around them. She assumed they still felt fear due to the look on their faces when she came back in control. She hated what she was feeling right now, she felt herself punching her bed again as she gripped her hair... She breathed in and out slowly, as an attempt to calm down and control herself... The pressure of her hand on her hair loosened until her hand slipped away from her head... She sighed loudly as she tightened her cloak around her.

[Treachery]

Sera Kovan had a serious look on her face. Not that she didn't normally but this one was different. Concern written over his own face, Treachery continued to follow after her brisk pace a basket of fresh rolls and fruit clutched in his claws. The pair had been asked by another knight to check on their squire. Said squire had been locking herself in her room and from what could be told wasn't talking to anyone. Why it had to be Treachery and his patron had only been brief explained to them, an explanation the squire wished he had paid more attention to. Something about similarity and understanding. Though how both an isur and a zith could both be similar to the same person, Treachery couldn't quite understand. Arriving at the door in the squire dormitories, his patron knocked loudly while the zithstood behind her passing the basket slowly from one hand to the other. Neither of them were in armour, just their casual clothes, making the situation fell even more out of place for the zith. He almost missed the weight that his armour gave him, at least then he knew he was mostly protected. The knock getting no response, Treachery slide past his patron and placed his ear to the door. There was definitely someone in there, he could hear breathing at least. Maybe even crying, it was hard to tell. Looking at the isur as she mouthed 'Are they in there?' at him, Treachery nodded in response getting a slow thoughtful nod before the isur knocked again. “Hello. This is Sera Kovan Forgelight and her squire. I'm looking for an 'Irathia'. Her patron, Sera Ravonai, asked us to have breakfast with her. Could you let us in please?” Fidgeting some more with the basket, Treachery gave his patron a glance. The name Irathia sounded familiar but he wasn't sure from where. Either way hopefully they would let them in.

[Irathia]

Irathia was frustrated with herself, she felt a sob emerging from her throat as she continued to fight with herself. She was just some sort of pitiful mess. Irathia couldn't let someone see her like this, it was terrible for herself, and her already wounded pride... Tears welled in her eyes as another wave of despair slammed into her, it was hard for her to do push this one back as she let some tears flow down. Then came the knocking, probably some one worried about her... No one should be worried about her... Irathia could hurt them, next thing she new it her vision darkened as the tunnel vision wrapped around her eyes. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, feeling her finger nails burrow their way into her skin. Anger mixed her despair as she shifted slightly, more tears of anger and sorrow rolled down. She couldn't be bothered to even check... If it was her Patron she would have just opened her door. Under her breath she whispered, "go away," but it was barely audible under her sobbing that she was quickly working on suppressing. She breathing was shaky but it was slowing down as she saw her tunnel vision slowly backed off to the back of her mind. She ground her pointed teeth and she tightened her cloak around her, pressing a finger through the hole that was now present from a knife stab. A knight... She supposed she should open the door... After all... Who ever was there was a knight, requested by Sera Ravonai.... She stood up, her cloak around her, constricting her breathing slightly. She decided to take the damned thing off, it was just another reminder of her mistakes. She was in her casual wear, a bland shirt and a pair of bland brown pants. Her shirt revealed her scars on her sides and back slightly, and her blue arm was fully exposed. The only thing that she was still hiding was the two stumps from where under developed wings were. Irathia walked to the door, darkness around her as she opened the door, only enough for half of her face to peer through. From what she could see it was a Zith and a Isur... At first it felt like she was staring at her parents, even though she never knew her mother. Then she realized it was the Zith she worked with a while back and presumably his Patron. She sighed slightly as she opened the door all the way, slightly blinding her. "...Yes?" She said, she looked drain, tear stains on her cheeks, some bags hung under her eyes as she stared at the food in front of her. "I suppose if Sera Ravonai wanted you..." She moved out of the way and showed her the room with her blue tinted arm, not caring if the saw the scars or her arm anymore.

[Treachery]

Treachery wasn't sure what he was expecting when the door opened, but he was sure it hadn't been this. Irathia was familiar. She was the not-prey from last winter that had he'd worked with to save some people trapped under rubble. And she looked awful. He didn't hide the shock that crossed his face when the door was pulled fully open. She looked so broken and small. The bags under her eyes from not sleeping, the tearstained cheeks, messy hair, the scars. What had happened? Where had the woman that he'd met last winter gone? Kovan next to him seemed equally as surprised but quickly masked it with a polite soft smile. “Excuse us coming in, we – eh?” In that moment, Treachery's instincts moved faster than his brain had. One moment he was staring in shockat the not-prey, the next he'd thrust the basket of food into his patron's hands and moved forward to hug Irathia. Wrapping arms around her, the zith brought her close letting her head rest against his chest as he rested his chin gently on her scalp. He was careful not to hug too tightly or too forcefully. In truth if Irathia wanted to she could easily push him off or wriggled out of his grip without meeting resistance. “You no look so good.”

[Irathia]

Next thing Irathia new she was being hugged by the Zith... She hugged him back, feeling how warm he was... Tears welled up in Irathia's eyes again and soon they began flowing down her cheeks and some onto the Zith. She smiled and gave out a short laugh bark when he said she didn't look well. "I suppose you are right..." She said, pulling away from the hug. She whipped the tears from her eyes once more and stared at the two. "Please come in..." She said, waving her hand in, just getting a hug from the Zith was enough to lighten her mood slightly. "I assume Sera Ravonai sent you? I don't really have that much friends in the order that would worry about me." She said as she walked deeper into the room. "Most I end up..." She waved her hand away and sat down on her bed, kicking her cloak to the side. She sighed and looked at herself, realizing that she was exposing her scars and blue arm to the two visitors... The Zith already knew that something was up with her, and the blue arm just gave out more clues to what is going on with Irathia's race. She felt her face heating up slightly as she rubbed one of her scars, with her blue arm... It was defiantly a bit, nerve wracking to have two races she fear see her like this.

[Treachery]

Oh no. Oh no. She was cry. Um. Unsure what to do Treachery just let her pull away from the hug as she awkwardly agreed with him. Watching helplessly as she wiped her eyes and welcomed them in the zith awkwardly followed his patron inside. Listening to her mention her lack of friends was just getting painful. Nope. You know what she was getting more hugs. Hugs were good and this not-prey, or whatever she was, needed more. Climbing on to her bed as well, the zith sat near her and wrapped a wing over her body tentatively over her. Mimicking this by wrapping his wing around himself in a similar fashion, Treachery caught the look of confusion on his patron's face. “Cherry.... I... What are you doing?” “Hugs make better.” “Well yeah but.... Oh okay. Irathia Would you like something to eat?” The Isur offered up an apple to the not prey throwing another into her squire's lap and watching mildly disgusted as he devoured it. A roll of bread was also offered as Treachery and Sera Kovan munched on their own.

[Irathia]

Irathia just let the Zith wrapped his wing around Irathia... She bit her lip slightly, worried that he might feel the two bumps on her back due to the lack of proper wings forming while in her mothers womb. She sighed loudly as she tried to get the flurry of emotions under control. Fear, anger, despair, comfort... All of them made an appearance when Treachery wrapped his wing around her. "Hugs are the best." She mumbled under a sigh as she closed her eyes. The sound of the Zith eating made her stomach lurch slightly, though she was used to seeing and hearing multiple zith eat at once... Sometimes it just grossed her out, and these was one of those times... She opened her eyes and shifted slightly, getting a roll and breaking it in half. She opened her mouth wide enough to expose her sharpened teeth as she threw the half of the roll into her mouth. Her cheeks puffed up as Irathia bit the half the roll into more manageable pieces and stored them in both of her cheeks. She chewed, her jaw popping slightly with chewing due to the amount of food she had stuffed in... She realized she might have made a small mistake as she began to swallow small portions of the food. It tasted good, a bit bland but still good none of the less. She swallowed the last bit of the half of the roll and sighed, letting her lungs fill with air as they have been a bit deprived of due to the amount of food that was in Irathia's mouth. If she were to breath normally she probably would have choked. "May I ask what you intend to do?" Irathia stated as she took a much smaller bit of the roll this time, so she may talk and not die from choking.