#S'vexrha Tchuma

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #25: Perpetuity

Character: S’vexrha Tchuma

Age: 19

A flicker of flame danced between her fingertips, crimson gaze set on the ceiling above her while she laid on the floor of the company house’s basement, that currently held no individual bar for her. Boredom had struck, yet her usual ways of entertainment were non advisable in this very moment - keeping her from picking fights with the slavers.

In the silence, she had simply decided to linger in her own thoughts which had slowly drifted towards subjects she didn’t have answers for; but certainly held the key to receive them.

“.. Hey, Az?”

She spoke aloud, albeit quietly - a low hum meeting her ears.

”Yes, Vexrha?”

“... Can you die?”

The question was sudden, rendering even the lingering voidsent quiet for a time to process the question.

”.. Why do you ask?”

“.. Curious.” S’vexrha shrugged. “.. You’ve told me plenty of your kind, but.. You never told me if you can die. You’re like… really old.”

A faint scoff emit at the comment.

".. I am capable of dying.” He finally answered. “Temporarily.”

“.. The fuck you mean, ‘temporarily’?”

”For a time.”

S’vexrha’s lips tugged into a thin line at the response, only having received a different definition of the word itself.

“.. Well ha-fucking-ha, smartass.” The Seeker pouted. “Who says voidsent don’t have humour..”

”You do. Frequently.”

“... Shut up.”

A sound she could almost swear was a genuine laughter echoed in her ears, making her head tilt to the side.

”I can die, but I will reform.” He finally answered. “Fret not, Vexrha. Should anything happen to me, you shan’t be alone for long.”

“Fret?” She huffed. “Why’d I be worried? I can take care–..”

”Need I remind you that I am a part of you, Vexrha?” Azrathar interrupted. “I know your fears.”

“.. Ain’t scared of shit.” She grumbled.

”The thought of being alone frightens you.”

S’vexrha’s ears wilted, a deep breath being taken only to be exhaled sharply.

“.. Full of shit.” She grumpily accused, refusing to accept the revealed truth.

“... Who the fuck are y’talkin’ to?”

The Seeker’s ears twisted around, arms dropping down to shove her elbows into the floor to push herself up enough into half a sit, squinting at a masked Keeper lounging in the middle of the stairs.

She hadn’t heard her coming..

“.. Myself, obviously.” S’vexrha huffed.

She’d rather seem insane than admit to her constant companion - least of all to a person she had never met before.

[ifyougochasingrabbits]

TW: Saverly talk, burning skin mention. Feat: Vex

S'vexrha quietly watches the fireplace, a small flame occupying her own right hand that slowly shifts its fingers to let it dance between them. She seems stuck in her own thoughts, ears twitching faintly at any sound that may reach them even if she doesn’t quite seem to register them.

White had entered the house like she tended to do— opening the door far enough for her to slip inside without much noise. Keyword: much. She still made some, it wasn't like didn't head down the stairs with a bounce in her step which brought her right over to the railing across the landing. Leaning upon it she peered down at the woman, her smile curling into a smirk. "I thought fire was meant to stay in fireplaces."

S'vexrha balls her hand into a fist at the sudden voice, the flame which had shifted between her fingers springing to engulf her entire hand as she flinches, ears tilting backwards before her head finally turns to peer up towards White. "Well.. My flames prefer to not linger in the captivity of one."

White tilted her head this way and that, the plush ears above her head swaying along. "Why? It looks pretty cozy in there. If I were a flame I'd want to be in there too."

"Because captivity sucks." The words left S'vexrha as a mutter, yet loud enough to be heard. She lightly wafts her burning hand and unfurls it, letting the flame decrease in size to once again dance between her fingers.

White turned. Towards the next set of stairs she step, step, stepped on down placing a hand upon the railing's end she used to swing herself around! Facing her where Vex sat. Her destination. "That does sounds like it sucks. If you're not allowed to leave." Coming to a stop behind her she stared down. For once her neck got to tilt a different way. "So you play with fire and the icepick plays with ice. Is there another with wind? What about water? You could have a whole gang of elements!"

".. That's generally what captivity means, no?" Vex lofts a brow, uncertainty suddenly clinging to her before she shrugs lightly. She doesn't know for sure, it seems. ".. I -do- know one with wind. He aint here, though."

White lifted her gaze up thoughtful-like. "Some folks think they're captive." She blinked her gaze back down to Vex. "When they're not." It wandered to the mark on her face. "But. You really were?"

S'vexrha quietly watched White for a moment, keeping her head tilted back in order to do so. "I was." She finally confirms. "And now I'm not."

White watched her back, lifting a finger that tapped her own face right where the mark would be. She didn't say anything. The tapping was a loud enough question by itself.

S'vexrha exhales a sharp breath, crimson gaze narrowing into a squint. ".. Know it, do you?" She huffs.

White took a biiiig step around her, claiming the free space besides where she sat her arse down in a less-than graceful manner. More of a plopping. "I heard this group—" She waved her hand around gesturing at, well the entire place. "was. Is. Dealin' with them."

S'vexrha sank her head into a faint nod. "Sure. Dealing with 'em. Nicer way to put it." A small, amused curl takes to her lips, head tilting as she observes the Raen. "Slavers. I was marked by force."

White pressed splayed fingers against the flat of her chest. "I'm a nice lady~" Who knows if she was serious or not. She did, but would she share that nugget of know? No. "And they're mean folks. Givin' people tattoos without askin'." Leaning in she squinted like she was trying *really* hard to look at the mark. "You could add to it."

S'vexrha flashes a small, toothy grin White's way. "Sure. Real rude, snagging vulnerable strangers from wherever they find 'em to either force a mark on 'em or sell 'em to the highest bidder." Vex raises a hand, tapping at the red lines that sits beneath her eyes. "I take joy in this tiny difference from theirs."

White leaned back which really just made her sit normally. "Are those tattoos? When did you get them? Does it hurt? Havin' them put on your face. I bet it does. I wouldn't want any one my face." She cupped her own cheeks, giving them a small squish. "I'd have to put them around my scales! I don't know how others color them. It seems like it'd be hard. To do."

".. I'm not actually sure. I was busy trying to break free from their hold to really pay attention to what it was, and yes, it did hurt - like an absolute bitch." S'vexrha huffs, lightly prodding at her mark. "I was.. about ten cycles old, if I remember correctly."

White stared as she listened and listened as she stared at the prodding. "That young. Really young. I guess it's easier to knab a kid than an adult." Though she smiled, she never not smiled, her face scrunched up by the disgusted thought. "They're not too smart. Are they? Markin' themselves all up on their faces. Makes them easy to find. Unless they *want* to be found." She rambled on, half thinking outloud.

"Four when they snagged me, ten when I was marked." S'vexrha grimaces, ears pinning back just a touch before bouncing back up. "Some of 'em are smarter than I'd like 'em to be.. Don't really know why they do it, I do know some don't carry 'em though.. Fuckers that get sent to hunt down information, or spy on folks." She then pauses, offering a small shrug. "Grym probably considers himself untouchable, got Blades in his pockets that sweep his shite under the rug without a trace."

White's scrunched even more, narrowing her eyes under furrowed brows. Her entire face bounced back the mention of Grym come out of Vex's mouth as, "Not. All of them." came out of her's between a parted grin. "Besides! No one. Is untouchable. Those who think they are. They're goin' to have a very nasty awakenin' when they find that out." She laughed, kicking her feet in front of the fireplace. Ohhh, nice and warm! She leaned back against her hands, sitting there pretty damn content.

S'vexrha's head drops to the side, keeping a curious gaze upon White. "Think plenty of 'em already got one, we killed one of the highest ranking ones about six suns ago. Certainly someone they thought would never die. Least of all by my hands." She opts to fall flat on her back, raising her arms to cram her hands underneath her own head while shifting one leg atop of the other.

White kept her head forward, facing the fireplace she was enjoying. But her gaze. It slowly blinked over to Vex. "Did she tell you? That you can be tellin' me. These things? Icepick." Turning her head a a little, just a tiny in Vex's direction she lowered her voice into a whisper, clearing up she meant, "Bexy."

S'vexrha lofted a brow, glancing in White's direction. ".. No? I'm just.. talking, I guess. I can shut up about it if you prefer."

White let out an amused chuckle. "No! Nonononono~ Go on. You can do! If you want to." She paused. "It's. Trustin'. For you to share it. Don't you think?"

".. Is it?" Vex withdrew her hands from underneath her head and drove her elbows into the rug, halfly pushing herself up to look at White more properly. "Might not be the most normal life folks come across, but.. it's the one I've lived. I had my ability to speak restricted by 'em to be unable to get help, and now that that's gone I've voiced as much bullshit as possible that they do."

White focused mainly on her face. She tended to do that. It wasn't to say she wasn't keeping the rest of the person in mind— how they moved. Anything could be telling. She shifted her hands closer to her arse, shifting up a bit. After the words stopped coming out, she pushed any silence that tried to work its way in with her own, "I don't like slavers either." She slowly shook her head. "They should stick with other shite. Like. They could learn to bake! Then there's be *more* bakers. Which means *more* cake. Unless they just bake bread." She gasped, realizing, "There's bread with fruit in them. Have you ever had those? They're *really* good. You can slice them thick! And put a cream between. With even *more* fruit. Like rolanberries or peaches!"

"Half of 'em wouldn't have the patience to bake." S'vexrha snorts with amusement, letting her head tilt to the side and gaze lift towards the ceiling in thought. ".. Bread with fruit? No. Sounds fucking great, though."

White tossed her head up, shaking it. "Then we don't want them!" The shake turned into a nod, a quick one that turned into two, three, several more. "Yes! Bread with fruit." she parroted back. "It's really good. And refreshin'. Imagine!" Swinging an arm out in front of her she glided her hand through the air as if she was giving it a slow wipe down. "You're in Ul'dah durin' a hot day." Tilting her head toward her she mumbled. "So anyday." She straightened it back up. And you buy yourself one of those breads. Sliced up. Cool cream in the middle. You find yourself a place to sit. In the halls! Or near the fountain where you take. A. Bite!" She clapped her hands together, half-falling back against the floor. "It's sooooo refreshing!"

S'vexrha watched White with some amusement as she flopped onto her back, lips curled into a small grin. ".. Maybe I'll ask Bexy to get me some. Coin ain't.. particularly safe in my hands."

White Rabbit turned her head as far as her horns would let her, being nature's little kickstand but for Au Ra's heads. "It's not? Why? Do you spend it all?" She chuckled. "Would you buy all the bread?"

"Nope." S'vexrha huffs. "Slavers didn't exactly teach me shite other than how to fight."

White pushed her lips into a pout. One of those lopsided, dramatic ones. "When you know what should be priced what you'll be able to get things for even *cheaper*. You have the bite for it. But you don't want bite too hard. Just a nibble. Merchants don't wanna lose customers."

S'vexrha's shoulders drag into a small shrug, finally pushing herself back up to sit. "Bexy has offered to help me figure shit out, so.. All in due time, I suppose."

"She has? Has she. Isn't that so *very* nice. For her."

S'vexrha offers a small nod. "She and Sayuri both."

"That's the one with the white hair? Who makes this face?" White's brows lowered down and that smile evened out into almost a line. Almost. There was a slight curl to it, amused by her mimicry that stopped that serious look from being convincing.

S'vexrha laughs at White. "Change the rabbit ears into cat ears, then yeah, you'd be convincing enough."

White's lips parted, giving Vex a grin. "Does she ever smile? I don't think she does. I've never seen it. Not once! Unless she has. When I wasn't lookin'."

"She does! Quite a lot when she's with Eir. Bexy, too."

White sat up, gapsing. "Eir! The cookie man."

".. That's what you know him as?"

White nodded, sending those plush ears swaying about. More so jerking. She did nod quickly. "Yes! He made cookies for me. I asked him to. I was lookin' for someone who could, you see? The ginger kind that pop up during Starlight. But it wasn't Starlight. So the bakers didn't have any. Not the ones I talked to."

S'vexrha's brows shift into a clueless furrow, a prolonged stare resting atop of White. ".. Ginger cookies?"

"Ginger cookies." White gave a single nod. "You. Don't know what ginger cookies are?"

".. No?"

White opened her mouth in shock! Slapping her hands down between them, leaning in close, asking, "Not at all? Not one bit?"

"Not one bit."

"Someone in this little group doesn't know what a ginger cookie is? What it taste like? Now he has to find time to make them."

".. Look. I hadn't had a proper piece of meat, or fruit, since I was too little to bloody remember it. I'm discovering food now. And it's fucking delicious."

White's gaze lit up. "Cake. Have you had cake yet?"

".. I've had rolanberry tart. Does that count?"

White shook her head. "No! That's a tart. Not a cake. You have to try a cake. Tell that silly icepick to get you a rolanberry one. Or. Do you have a fruit you like? Do you like rolanberries?"

".. Well fair." Vex flashes a small grin. "I do like rolanberries. Haven't found anything I dislike yet." She cants her head, humming briefly in thought. ".. I tried some that Bexy got from the markets in Ul'dah, but.. I don't remember what they're called." A brief pause lingers, before Vex grimaces. "... There was a fruit that you needed to peel, which I found out after I had bitten it. That's the only thing that tasted awful, but after getting that taste out of my mouth and the fruit peeled, it was nice."

White kept her mouth shut, letting Vex talk. A brow listed at the mention of the fruit. How she had to peel it. Apples you could, but you didn't have to. The same went with peaches, but there were a lot who didn't like the skin. "Was it. An orange?"

".. It was orange." Vex sinks her head into a nod, clearly meaning the colour rather than the name - because Vex doesn't realise that the colour is the name.

White paused. "An. Orange." Wait— "Oranges are orange!"

S'vexrha makes a straight face at you.

White stared back, smiling.

S'vexrha's ears drop down flatly, eyes narrowing into a squint.

White Rabbit squinted back, asking, "What?"

"... Is-.. the fruit... named the same as the colour..?"

White nodded. "Yes! It is. And no. I don't know why they named it after the color. It'd silly, isn't it? So very ridiculous. So funny. They could have come up with somethin' fancy!"

S'vexrha's brows furrow further, ears remaining flat. ".. Well that's fucking confusing."

White could help herself from laughing, but she didn't. "It is! It'd be even more confusing if oranges weren't orange. Could you imagine?"

S'vexrha's features sink into a frown of utter disapproval at the mere suggestion. ".. I'd set whoever made that choice on fire."

"Would that make them orange?"

"Sure. You ask, let me know the answer." S'vexrha beams with delight at you.

"You could come along too!"

".. You know what, sure."

White beamed brightly! Her lips pulled wide into a smile. "Good! Thats great. I bet we'd be able to find someone. Maybe a one of those fighter out in the sands." She pondered about that. "Or an adventurer. They cook things on open fires. One of them has to like burnt food. Burnt meat! That'd be the easiest way to make it."

".. Still fucking weird, but yeah."

"I heard its not good for you."

".. I wouldn't know, but just the thought of the taste knowing how it can smell.." Vex grimaces in visible disgust.

"Vegetables smell better burnt than meat." At least to White. "I'd rather smell not either of them. If I have the choice to. Not to. Smell them."

".. I think I still have the smell of burning flesh in my nose because that's all I can think of. Can't say I've smelled a burning vegetable."

White looked to Vex's hand. "You could burn one. Then you'll think of burnin' vegetables! Or you could burn an orange." White, what the fu—

"... I think I'd rather eat the-- orange." Vex mutters the last bit, still unhappy about the naming of the fruit. ".. Maybe I'll find a carrot to burn, or something."

White tossed her gaze over her shoulder. She spied with her little eye... the kitchen! "Would. There be any. Back there?"

"-- Maybe not the company's supplies. I.. aint one of 'em. Yet. Possibly."

White picked herself up off the floor, making her way over to check. "We can leave a coin. Or two." She leaned on the bar counter, peering squintily into the kitchen to see if she could spot any carrots out in the open.

S'vexrha heaves herself up on her feet, huffing faintly as she slowly but surely follows White.

White pointed at the shelves holding bins of vegetables. "Look! Carrots!" Could she have used the little swinging doors to get to the other side? Yes. Did she? No. She pushed herself up, hosting herself over onto the other side. "I'd be surprised. I'm pretty sure I heard someone talkin' about making soup. A lot of them have carrots. Unless they were out."

S'vexrha leans against the counter, peering over it at White and the assortment of vegetables.

White plucked a carrot from the bunch, walking over to Vex, holding the orange vegetable triumphantly in her hand out in front of her. "Got one!"

".. So you do."

White placed a hand on the counter, pushing herself up, giving herself more reach to hold the carrot closer. "Light it! Like a candle!" She wiggled the poor thing, its tip pointed towards the ceiling.

S'vexrha's shoulders draw into a shrug before she leans closer and hovers a hand close to the carrot. A quick flame is produced by the mere snap of her fingers, which she moves to attempt to settle atop the carrot's tip.

White watched, and watched, then watched some more to see it do... a whole lot of nothing at first. Right. Carrots were moist. She held it there longer. "People grill them."

S'vexrha huffs, a small pout settling on her lips as she's quite clearly disappointed by the lack of a burning carrot. She wafts her hand aside to let the flame die out, giving the carrot a judgemental stare.

White stared at the carrot too. At its tip that did darken, but not by much. It definitely didn't catch fire. "Try it again!" She said with a hop, heading around to the little swinging doors, hip-checking one open to free herself from the kitchen to make her way to the tables where she sat. "Come on! It takes a while!"

S'vexrha spins on her heels to take a faint step closer to the bench. She seats herself and promptly pulls up her legs to fold them underneath herself, because Vex still hasn't learned how you're meant to sit on a bench. She extends her hand anew, wiggling her fingers to let a new flame spark forth, the burning finger reaching to settle against the carrot's tip.

White held the carrot, resting her hand against the table. "How'd you learn it? To do that?" Her other hand gestured at the fire that she totally believed could burn the carrot. It just had to get rid of some of the moisture!

".. Uh. Born with it, kinda. My aether was weird as shit when I was born, fire is all I can do. Similarly to Bexy and Sayuri with their ice, I suppose." S'vexrha's finger remains pressed against the carrot, the flame flickering faintly.

White looked from the poor carrot to Vex's face she made a notte note. "Miss serious-face uses ice too? Only ice?"

"Yup."

"And nothin' else."

"Nope."

White hummed a curious little 'hmmm'. "I thought. If you use only fire. You'll burn yourself up." She had hopped back to Vex being the topic.

".. Haven't been burned so far, no matter how much I've poked at fire."

White shook her head. "Not your skin. I don't think your skin. Your aether!"

S'vexrha cants her head curiously, peering at White. ".. What do you mean?"

White Rabbit took a moment to think of how to explain it. She didn't fully get it herself. "I heard. If you're not careful you'll burn. From the inside out."

S'vexrha pauses, considering her words for a moment. "... Yeah, probably possible. I got a good grip of my power, though.. So hopefully, it won't murder me."

White shrugged. "I don't play with fire." Except now, turning her head to— "Sssow!" Moisture released from the top of the carrot cracked open from the heat had dripped down onto her hand, making her drop it. Luckily for them, it landed on the floor and *not* the flammable table. If it would even be hot even make it happen. She stared at it and the bit of black colored the tip. "It burned!" Ish.

S'vexrha swiftly balls her hand into a fist to choke the flame, killing it as the carrot is dropped. She squints at the carrot, flashing a grin wider than it needs to be. "Hah!"

White pointed at it, looking to Vex. "Can you smell it?" Poking her head under the table she picked it up by its end, watching for where the carrot juice? Water? Had dripped. She held it toward the woman.

S'vexrha eyed the burned vegetable curiously, nose twitching as she sniffs twice. ".. Well it smells better than burning flesh, that's for sure."

White handed the sorta-but-not-really burnt carrot to her. "Keep smellin' this! And maybe— just maybe you'll forget the flesh." She wiggled it. "Who burns carrots anyways?"

S'vexrha reached over to grasp the carrot, peering at it. ".. We do, apparently."

White nodded several times over, letting go of the carrot. "We do! Er, you did. I held it! Which has a lot less burning involved." She looked to her hand. The slight pink mark. "I'd say if it didn't. Burn. My hand." The universe really needed to leave her hands alone.

".. I do. You were an accomplice." S'vexrha flashes a small grin, peering towards White's hand. "Should heal quickly."

White wiggled her fingers, flipping her hand this way and that. "I've had worse." she replied as if she hadn't had a blade shoved through it. An ice one. She was still a little upset about that. Looking back at the bar like before this time she was thinking of leaving something instead of taking it. "One coin should do." So she wouldn't be accused of stealing. It was bought!

S'vexrha is blissfully unaware of the icy blade that had once impaled White's hand. ".. Probably? I don't know."

White would have liked to be blissfully unaware too. She got up from the bench and headed to the bar, reaching between her cleavage to fish out a small pouch because who in their right mind would shove their hand down someone's shirt to pickpocket them? From inside she plucked a single, one gil coin she decided to leave where she had taken the carrow. The message would come across, right?

S'vexrha idly twirls the carrot in her hands, head tilted and attention resting upon White.

White set the coin down, 'buying' the single carrot for a single coin. A good trade in her mind. She quickly returned next to Vex, skipping from where she was to there next to where she sat. "Now they can't say we stole it!"

S'vexrha flashes a grin, releasing the carrot with one hand to instead form a thumbsup. "All debts repaid."

White bent at the waist, leaning forward a little as she grinned back. "As they should be~" She straightened herself up, looking to the stairs. "As much as I'd like to burn another. For extra testin'. Travelin' at night isn't the best. Isn't it?"

"Oh, I'll just throw this one into the fireplace and observe." Vex waves the carrot, grinning. "Nope, it aint."

White side-stepped towards the stairs, hands clasped behind her. "You'll tell me what happens. Won't you? You could taste it too." If she could only see her face if she did.

"Of course." S'vexrha then pauses, grimacing. ".. I'll pass on the tasting, though."

White being the dramatic little woman she was swung her arms out from behind her, giving a bow, "You're loss." For what, a charcoal-covered tongue? She stood up, wiggling her fingers in farewell. "I'll see you. And then you can me all about it."

S'vexrha raises a hand to offer a two-finger salute. "Take care."

Seeing that White smiled, turning with a little bounce that followed her step all the way upstairs. "Tell the icepick I'll see her too! Soon~" she called back, voice slowly fading before the last sound made was the door closing behind her.

[umbralsound-xiv]

Meeting On Better Ground.

Writing vows has proved far more of a challenge than i would like to think. I know... What i would like to say, but forming it into any cohesive declaration is proving more of a challenge than i would like...

Eir Fellfrost slowly scratches something away with a quill on a piece of parchment, eyes narrowing the longer he persists. With a sigh of frustration, it's once again… crumpled and dropped into the heap next to him with a grumble.

S'vexrha Tchuma's steps lingers in the lobby, pacing to and fro for a time before she opts to steer them towards the ascending stairs. Making it to the top, she pauses - squinting at her surroundings.

At the sound of ascending footsteps, the handful of papers is shoved beneath the sofa, as Eir sinks low to the floor, staring to the top of the stairs. He'd not intended to make a single sound, but the sheer surprise of a most unexpected face pulls a name from his lips. "---Vex?" He says aloud, slowly rising to his feet and away from his hideout.

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears swivel at the sound of movement, lips pulling into a thin line before her head rocks to the side and crimson gaze falls upon Eir. ".. Oh! Hey." A grin is quick to take to her lips.

Eir Fellfrost: "I…" Eir's words stick in his throat as they often did, managing half a step forth before it's pulled back. Glancing away, he slowly looks back, though there's a long moment of silence before he manages any words. "…Thank you. For… Everything."

It was the only thing, the first thing i could think to say. To... Thank her, for what she had done. For freeing us... And all she had suffered to do that.

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Eh, no need to thank me." Vex's shoulders pull into a shrug, hands sinking into her pockets as she takes a few steps closer, eyeing Eir. "Good to see you recovered, though. Certainly didn't look great last I saw you."

Eir Fellfrost: "…I had certainly been better." A half-smile then, dismissed with a faint sigh. "You freed us. Saved us from so much more pain and torment. Whether i need to thank you or not… I would like to. Not that i think i could return the favor in any way…" His gaze briefly drops, but only for a moment. "And you? You are… Well?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Freed you, got to say 'fuck you' to Grym in a more personal manner. Honestly, I win in this scenario." Her grin grows a little wider. "I'm doing great. Best I've been in cycles."

Eir Fellfrost: "Good. Glad i am to hear it." A small tilt of his head then, as he gazed over her scythe. "And you… You are here to visit? Or on business, perhaps…?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Visiting. Bexy brought me, then went to find Sayuri." Her head tilts. "I'm not sure what that business would've been, to be entirely honest."

Eir Fellfrost: "…You have not been told of the company?" Eir asks, clearly puzzled by the idea. "…Mercenaries with morals. They help those who cannot help themselves. W-well, most of them. I… clearly am not one of them. I just run errands, besides my other form of employment." Edging back, he moves to the kettle, then. "…Tea?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. I know it exists, that's about it." She rocks back and forth, peering at Eir. ".. Dancing, right?" Her hands slip out of her pockets. "Sure."

Eir Fellfrost: "…Yes. I am no grand combatant or anything of the sort. But, i live here. With Sayuri." A warmer smile on his lips, as he begins to prepare the tea. "I am surprised they have not told you more of this place. Have you decided what you will do, with your newfound freedom?"

...I hope she has more idea than i did, those few suns i had left the military. I suppose i was... Homeless, then, not that i felt it. Everything was just a blur. I barely slept, just... Wandering. It was only when i heard music and laughter that i had been inspired to dance on the beach, and the right pair of eyes saw me and offered work...

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Not everyone is, I suppose." Vex's gaze slips to the nearby table, eyes slowly narrowing at the sight of the tray. ".. Should they? I imagine most would hesitate about letting, well.. someone like me wander their homes." She peers back at Eir. ".. Think I'm gonna try to go home, find my family."

Eir Fellfrost: "Someone like you. Marked you might be, but that does not mean you fight for their cause. We have no reason to assume so… Or so i would like to think. I trust you." He pours two cups of tea, both a pinkish-yellow smelling of peaches and lemons, turning to offer one to her as he took a seat on the sofa. "Your…. Family. I hope… When you do find them, it is a pleasant reunion…"

S'vexrha Tchuma accepts the cup with a nod, her free hand reaching behind her to grasp onto her scythe, tugging it from her back before setting it to lean against the seat behind her, sinking down to sit next to Eir. "Didn't exactly have a choice when it came to joining 'em. Did as they told me sometimes, moreso when I was younger, much less so the more recent cycles." The cup is raised to her nose to sniff, ears twitching faintly before she takes a sip from the cup. ".. Probably real fucking awkward, if anything."

...I could have never done such a thing, no. I... Am not brave. I could have tried to flee the military. Or fought back... But what good would that have done, then? No, they would have killed me with little effort...

Eir Fellfrost tugs a small smile at her words, though is unable to keep his gaze to hers throughout her conversation. "…You were brave, for that. For… Standing up for your ideals, even with disobedience…" Hesitantly, he taps the side of his cup with his fingertips. "…Were you… close, with your family?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. At some point, I just stopped caring to be honest. Learned that even if I listened, they'd find another reason to smack me." Her shoulders draw into a small shrug, a brief pause lingering. ".. With my dad and one of my sisters, at least." She peers down at the cup in her hands, lightly tapping her fingers against it. ".. Not that she's alive."

Eir Fellfrost: "I am… Sorry to hear it." Eir murmurs, quietly sipping his tea. "About your sister. And of your treatment, there. At least with…" Eir hesitates, gazing to his tea. "…With some terrible places. They do not beat you for obedience."

S'vexrha Tchuma grimaces faintly, raising her cup up for another sip. ".. Died trying to protect me, only for me to be taken either way afterwards." She glances at Eir, raising a brow. "Obedience, disobedience, failure. If Grym finds a reason to have you beat or killed, he'll bloody well use it." She huffs. ".. And if he doesn't, he'll make one up, or force you to fuck up." A pause, then. ".. I know not every place is terrible, but I.. don't really want to imagine how many are."

Eir Fellfrost: "…More than i might like to think of. But there are…. Good places, too. Good people." His head sinks into a nod, considering. "…I know Sayuri… Still wishes to fight them. That even though we are here, and safe… We are far from done." Even speaking it causes him to wilt, brow furrowed with concern.

I cannot stop her. I would not, even if i could. This is important to her, and in the long run it will keep her safer. She does not run like me, no. Sayuri is brave, and will face her fears and enemies head on. ...I only wish i could... I... ...I wish i was stronger.

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Yeah.. There are. It's something that's.. kinda hard to keep track of, locked in there. But out of the ones I've met from your lot, everyone's been kind to me." She lofts a brow, head sinking into a nod. ".. Don't blame her. Got my own bone to pick with one of 'em, at the very least." Her fingers again tap against the cup. ".. Yeah. Grym's not gonna let go. Only way to truly be done with that bastard is to kill him."

Eir Fellfrost: "…Most are nice." Eir agrees, nodding. "Do… You think if he died, that the rest would… Disband? Or another would take the reigns?" Eir asks, a little hesitant. "It was diffiicult for me to grasp any kind of heirachy, there. I just… Wanted it all to… Stop."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Another would take over." Vex mutters bitterly. ".. There's Grym at the top. Right below him is Z'quohn and Ariq, the latter being the fucker I'm after." Her shoulders shift into a roll. ".. Then he has a whole council of assholes, seven members." She peers up at him, nodding slightly. "I get it. But hey, even if the band continues with Grym gone.. No one else has a bloody obsession with capturing Sayuri, to my knowledge."

Eir Fellfrost: "…Why is he so… Obsessed? Why her, of all people?" His expression shifts to a frown, then. "I will not deny she is an amazing woman, one of the many reasons i asked her to marry me, but… Grym wants her as nothing more than an ornament. A… Pet. What could he ever hope to achieve with that…?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Punching bag." She grimaces. "..I wish I knew. I wasn't there the first time she was. Not sure I was even bloody born yet." Her lips pull into a thin line, shoulders shifting into a shrug. "Might just be pissed because she got away, he hates when shit gets beyond his control."

Eir Fellfrost: "…He must be truly miserable now, then." Eir smirks. "…For all the damage done. Sayuri is far from his clutches, and you are free, and the rest are… Bexy mentioned hunting them. Hiding, i assume…?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "I sure hope so." Vex returns a small grin. "I'm free, at least three others who were in the same situation as me has fled, too. Probably knows we were in Ul'dah some suns ago, probably pissy we got away again." Vex shifts the way she sits, tugging her legs up to fold them beneath her atop the seat. "That started before I got you out. Folks hid inside because Bexy was killing 'em outside, and some inside stayed as bloody far away from anything to do with Sayuri because she was killing 'em inside. With Sayuri out, too.. More are probably staying in, until they get forced outside.”

Eir Fellfrost: "Good. They can stay there, and rot." Uncharacteristically cruel words were uttered from Eir, a notable lump in his throat swallowed at the mention of Ul'dah. "I just… I want them gone. I want them to leave us alone. I know i am not destined for a peaceful life, and i have accepted this, but…" Eir sighs, shaking his head. "…I only want them to leave her be. To let her be happy. She deserves that much… You both do."

S'vexrha Tchuma: "That would take the joy out of fucking 'em up ourselves." She huffs. ".. Besides, there's one fucker we want our hands on, and he's more than bloody likely one who is hiding." Crimson eyes briefly roll, a sharp exhale leaving her. ".. Peace sounds nice. Feels fucking weird though." Her fingers lightly tap against the cup in her hands, head canting sideways. ".. Happy." She echoes, ears shifting. ".. She's happy about you. Gets this little glint in her eye whenever you're mentioned, or she talks about you."

...The Seeker who took me. Sayuri has told me she would like to get her hands on him. For... Her recovery. For revenge for what he did to me. ...I would help if i could, though i would only get in the way... He sounds like the key to fixing her aether. To her happiness... I... ...I make her happy, Vex said. Sayuri has told me herself. Bexy, too... ...I cannot tell them how much that means to me, to hear that...

Eir Fellfrost: "…I know who. The Seeker who… Took me." Eir brings the tea to his lips, and frowns as it's now too cold to drink, setting it beside him. "Happy. I… I hope so." The notion of Vex's words bring his lips into a smile. "…I cannot promise her safety, nor peace… But i will do all i can for her happiness…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Yeah, Q'kura. And not -just- because Sayuri wants to rip his head off. He's a high ranked healer, might know how what his immediate leader did to her aether, and hopefully undo it." Vex's own cup is still steaming, the tea within just as hot as when Eir first poured it. ".. Well, she's a mercenary, no? She'll throw herself into danger, hard to keep her safe from that. She probably feels some amount of peace with you." Vex offers a small shrug. "Well, whatever you're doing, it seems to be working."

Eir Fellfrost: "…I hope so. I love her, ice or no, but for her own comfort and safety, i would like for her to have it back. I… could not protect her if i tried, and save for keeping her cooped up in our room, which i refuse to do, i cannot keep her safe from that, no. So long as… She comes home." Reassuring himself, Eir gives a small nod, looking over to Vex. "…Peace. With… Me…" He trails, looking briefly over his hands. "…I am not doing anything particularly remarkable, i do not think. I am just… Glad she loves me. I am lucky."

You smile at S'vexrha Tchuma.

S'vexrha Tchuma pauses, head tilting. ".. The blocks need to be removed, probably for her own well being." A small grimace takes to her features. ".. The shit happening to her ain't-.. can't be good." She mutters, changing her wording after a sudden hesitation. ".. Being stuck in a room is hardly something that brings a lot of joy, as.. I probably do not need to tell you. You got to try that out all on your own." Her gaze flickers over to him. ".. Granted I can only judge what I saw in the Compound and what I see now, she’s.. definitely much calmer. Changed in a bloody heartbeat when Vairg showed his face--“ She paused, squinting. “… She told you about that, right? Said she would-- Well, nodded when Bexy asked.”

Eir Fellfrost slowly tilts his ears back as Vex speaks, lips curled into a frown. Eir fills his lungs to speak… At least, until Vairg is mentioned, and the breath leaves him in a whimper. Silver eyes go wide, hands settled on the side of the sofa clench to grip the edge of his seat. To Vex's question he nods, but already he looks mere moments from tears, feet pushed hard against the marble floor. Eir either cannot or will not say anything, opting to only stare as his breath sticks in his throat…

Yes... She... She told me. He was so close to her. He... He could have... ...No. No no no. Bexy would not let that happen, neither would Vex! Sayuri is not defenseless, she is just... Hindered. They would not have taken her... They would not... ... ...Does that mean he... He will come for me? Will he truly come to find me? No... No... I do not want to see him again. Not his frightening eyes, or his metal footsteps, no...

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears swiftly wilt at Eir's reaction, a prolonged stare being sent his way. She spends a long moment in silence, lips parting and closing several times while her ears twitch to some noise that doesn't exist. ".. Sorry." She finally says, quietly and regret-filled. "..I-.. didn't realise how you'd--.." She hesitates once more. ".. He ain't gonna get you. You got folks who'd keep you safe."

Eir Fellfrost: "N-no, it… I-it is okay." Eir swallows the panic, exhaling in a waver. "I a-am safe here. He cannot get me here." Words he seemed to state as some sort of mantra, hands balled at his knees. Eir's voice drops to a whisper, then. "…Did…. D-did he really say he… He was coming for me…?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. You are. You got a wife-to-be who'll kick anyone's ass, who has a sister who'd happily join her." She pauses, head sinking into a faint nod. ".. He digs at shite that'll bother people, the threat to Sayuri was that he'd find you, because he knows it'll upset her. It's what he does." She slowly raises a brow. ".. I'll bloody fight him myself if I get the chance."

Eir Fellfrost: "No, n-no.. Please… Stay away from him. I… Do not want him to take you back, either…" Eir shakes his head, still stifling the tremble. "She was… So upset when she returned from shopping with you and Bexy. She held onto me… So… So tightly. I can only imagine what thoughts came to her mind…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "He won't. I ain't a kid anymore." She rocks her head to the side. "He can try, but he will fail." Confidence clings to her words, perhaps a little more than it should. ".. Yeah, barely spoke a word when we left. She would've lunged at him if Bexy and I didn't hold her back." A slow exhale left Vex, shoulders pulling into a faint shrug. ".. Might be better not knowing."

Eir Fellfrost frowns. Vex's confidence doesn't seem to have settled him any, if at all. "I… I do not want him anywhere near her. I do not want him to -touch her-!" He reaches uncomfortably to his hips, still a little teary eyed. "I… I know she has nightmares still. About that sun…"

...About the sun that he... That he... That i almost... Died. I feel it in the way she pulls me close, and rests her head on my chest in a bid to hear my heartbeat. The terror of losing me again. Vex knows him. She knows what he is capable of... ...Why then, is she not afraid of him...?

S'vexrha Tchuma: "He was near, but he didn't lay a finger on her. Bexy made sure of that." Vex watches the motion of his hands, one brow slowly lofting. "..Understandable." Her ears twitches, body leaning forwards enough for her elbows to rest on her knees. ".. She covered the entire arena in ice afterwards, it was unuseable for suns while folks waited for it to thaw. And eventually got tired of waiting and sent in me to deal with it." She huffs.

Eir Fellfrost: "…The whole arena?" Eir asks, saddened. "…I remember she… She was trying to keep me calm. I lost consciousness, and… I remember nothing after that. That… Must have caused her so much pain, to use her ice so…"

S'vexrha Tchuma's head sinks into a nod. ".. Covered the arena, kept flinging ice after Vairg.. Refused to let go of you, though. Ended up passing out herself."

Eir Fellfrost: "Oh, Sayuri…" Eir slowly wraps his arms around himself, brow knit. "She… She was never supposed to be the one to grieve… I would wish it on no-one. It is an… Incomparable agony that defies words. As… I am sure you know."

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears wilt, head bobbing into another faint nod. ".. Hurts more when you see the person in question die, and you couldn't do shit to stop it." She mumbles, gaze lowering to the floor.

Eir Fellfrost: "…I know." Eir smiles a little sadly, nodding. "…I know. Even the kinder ends comprised of many long cycles… They do not hurt any less."

Old age. Sickness. Even these more gentle ends are still difficult weights to bear... ...The violent ends, too, are no easier... Loss never is.

S'vexrha Tchuma's gaze returns to Eir, brows furrowing. ".. I suppose someone's death is always going to pack a punch, huh?" Vex's gaze shifts to the side. ".. Never lost anyone to a kinder end, but.. I suppose that's hard to have happen when you get removed from everything you loved and became a stranger to 'em."

Eir Fellfrost: "…More difficult, yes… But at least you plan to reconnect with them, to which i hope all goes well, and it is not a difficult endeavor. They took many of your cycles… Do not let them take any more."

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Well, I gotta find 'em first. Can't really say I know where the territory is.. first time leaving it was when I was snagged, and I wasn't very conscious at the time." She huffs. ".. Ariq wasn't particularly happy that I kept trying to burn him, kicked me in the head." She raises a hand up to her skull, flicking her own finger against her temple for emphasis before dropping her hand back down. ".. Don't even know how they'll react to seeing me."

Eir Fellfrost: "With kindness, i hope, for all you have been through. And… If not, i am sure you will be welcomed here, if not with Bexy for all you have done. If… My daughter went missing for cycles and returned after i had feared the worst, i would welcome her back with open arms."

S'vexrha Tchuma's brows furrow, head tilting in thought. ".. I.. suppose." She rocks back and forth in her seat, fingers once again tapping at the now empty cup in her hands. ".. I doubt I'll have much trouble to identify myself, at least.. But even then I am.. struggling to figure out what to say. 'Hey, I'm your kid you haven't seen in fourteen cycles, I was taken by slavers'?" She grimaces at her own words, promptly shaking her head. ".. No, even I recognise that's.. fucking awful."

Eir Fellfrost: "I am… Sadly, not the person to consult when it comes to finding the right words…" A sympathetic smile is cast in Vex's direction. "…I am sure you will know when the moment arises. That seems to be the case for me."

S'vexrha Tchuma huffs, the smallest of pouts taking to her lips - fading just as quickly. ".. What if I don't figure out anything? Do I just.. not tell them?" Vex's gaze sinks, visibly lingering in a moment of thought. ".. It's easy to talk about with you guys, but.. the mere thought of telling it to my family if I find them.." A new grimace takes to her features.

Eir Fellfrost: "Tell them as much as you feel comfortable doing. Family or no… You do not owe them an explaination should you truly not want to give one. It… Is a difficult subject. It is more than understandable should you not wish to tell them."

S'vexrha Tchuma quietly considers Eir's words, head bobbing along slowly. ".. I mean, it's family but.. I don't know them anymore. It's like just.. telling a complete stranger." She wrinkles her nose. ".. I'll think about it."

Eir Fellfrost: "There is no wrong decision, only yours. They will just have to… Accept what you tell them. They have no other choice, really." Eir gives a reassuring smile, head tilted. "…You are a brave woman, Vex. Few could walk from that situation with as much grace as you have. I would not have made it a cycle."

The definition of family is a... Conflicting one. If we were talking of my blood family, back in Golmore? I would not tell them a thing. I want nothing to do with them. But for Sayuri...? I would, of course. Family is what you make it.

S'vexrha Tchuma's right ear slightly perks up, her own head tilting in return. ".. I didn't exactly have much of a choice. I've tried to run away more times than I care to count, only to end back up at the Compound again. Tried to get help from local authorities only to be given back to the Compound, that's when they decided to limit my speech." A deep exhale leaves her, gaze turning elsewhere. ".. Tried to make them kill me, but they caught on and refused to."

Eir Fellfrost: "I… Tried that too…" Eir murmurs, gaze falling. "…I… Thought if i could not escape, then i would provoke them into killing me. That Sayuri would not come for a dead body. I…" Eir shakes his head, looking up. "…I was wrong. So wrong. They would never kill me without taking her first. And… She would come to bring me back, alive or dead."

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. Can't blame you. You were trying to protect her." She pauses, returning her gaze to Eir. ".. I may not know Sayuri particularly well yet, but.. Considering all the shit she did to Grym's lot when she thought you were dead, she'd absolutely come for you - no matter what. And tear down whoever stood in her way." Another pause. "…Shortly followed by Bexy."

Eir Fellfrost: "There would be nothing left of them, should that be the case. She is… Protective of me. Which is oftten a flattering, pleasant thing, even it often does follow wiith violence… At least i know i am safe…"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Well.. Means she loves you, right?" Vex's head tilts. ".. My sister wasn't a violent person, but she didn't hesitate to fight when Ariq made his intentions of grabbing me known." She settles the cup she has been fidgeting with upon the cushion next to her, peering at Eir. ".. Sayuri doesn't -look- like a violent person either. But then you get to know her." She flashes a tiny grin.

Eir Fellfrost: "That she she loves me is inarguable. She would have not gone to that hell for me if she did not…" Eir shakes his head, but he can't help but smile faintly. "She loves me. It is a feeling unlike no other, and i am… Glad and lucky, and fortunate to be loved by her. Now, if i could only convert that feeling into words…"

S'vexrha Tchuma gazes upon you in deep reflection.

S'vexrha Tchuma: ".. I'm sure she knows, why'd you need to put it into words?"

Eir Fellfrost: "I… Need vows. For the wedding… And so far, nothing i have written has been good enough."

And i have written plenty. I am... Getting somewhere, at least. The words do not flow the way i want them to, but... ...It is okay. ...Whatever i say... Whatever promises i choose to make, i know they will be enough for her.

S'vexrha Tchuma's lips pull into a thin line. ".. Oh." She offers a slow blink. "… Can't help you there."

Eir Fellfrost: "I do not think anyone can…But i am sure i will think of something, in time…" The sound of the front door opening echoes throught the house, and two sets of footsteps that fade into the house proper. "---They are home!"

S'vexrha Tchuma's ears swivel, listening to the footsteps before peering over to Eir - offering a small grin. "They haven't been gone for that long, yet you sound excited."

Eir Fellfrost raises to his feet with a guilty grin. "She could leave the room to fetch a drink, and i would still be happy to see her return."

S'vexrha Tchuma smirks confidently at you.

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Well, don't let me keep you from her." She snorts, shoving herself up to her feet.

Eir Fellfrost: "…Nothing could. Not anymore." Eir beams, and makes way to the stairs. "…It was nice to see you, Vex. Until next time, yes?" He hesitates, halfway down the steps. "…What is your favourite fruit, out of curiosity…?"

S'vexrha Tchuma: "Likewise. Nice to see you recovered well." She reaches for her scythe, raising her head at the question. ".. Ain't had a lot of 'em, but.. There was one, like.. round, orange. You peel them." She pauses. "..As I learned -after- biting it." She grumbles. "… Rolanberries are also great."

Eir Fellfrost: "…Good to know. I will keep that in mind." Eir offers a grin, and makes for his room shortly afterwards.

...A simple thank you did not seem... Enough. I know Vex has an appreciation for food, so... ...Perhaps i will bake her something, instead.

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #24: Bar

Character: S’vexrha Tchuma

Age: 8

The high-pitched, echoing scream finally came to a halt, the stench of burning flesh rising in the area, swiftly overtaking the air. A deathly silence now hung over the arena after the scream had interrupted the goading onlookers above.

Ariq raised a brow from his position at the inlet, peering down to the victor.

A little miqo’te girl who was frozen, crimson eyes wide and brimming with tears while she sat on her scraped knees on the dirt floor. Bruises clung to many areas of her body, blood oozing from some cuts she had received in the battle she never wanted. Next to her laid a broken, charred length of wood - which her opponent had been equipped with, and used to strike her.

The Xaela above had found great amusement in offering only one stick as a weapon, for the two to fight over. They had been promised freedom in exchange for entertainment, but Ariq had made it known that he only wanted one to exit the arena alive. She had refused, up until the very point she had no choice - her opponent deciding that killing a little girl was a worthy cost for freedom.

“I’m surprised, Vex.” The Xaela called out, gaining a wide-eyed stare from the girl. “I didn’t expect you to come out of this one, despite your abilities. It seems I was wrong.”

He didn’t seem disappointed at the outcome, judging by the nigh sadistic smirk that was locked upon his lips. There had been a hint of a lie in his words, but S’vexrha did not quite catch onto it.

Finally, the shock faded, and S’vexrha curled up into a ball, burying her face against her knees as she sobbed weakly, bruised hands reaching up to grasp onto the tips of her ears to yank them downwards in a futile attempt to drown out any sound that might erupt, flames flickering around her wildly in her distress.

A thud a small distance away from her made her flinch - her small, emaciated frame sinking down to let her appear smaller than she was as footsteps made their way towards her.

“It would have been a shame, had you died..” Ariq’s voice emit not that far from her, prying a whine from her. “.. You are too entertaining to lose.”

S’vexrha slowly raised her head to stare up at him, offering a slow blink at his words. A glimmer of fear danced in the girl’s eyes as she looked upon the Xaela, who’s grin only widened at the sight of it. It was always present, ever since they first met. He lowered himself down into a crouch by her side, tilting his head as she scrambled herself aside a few paces.

“... Which includes releasing you, by the way.”

“..W-..wh-.. what..?” Her voice was a mere squeak, the tears already occupying her eyes continuing to well over.

“You were never going to be released.”

His words struck her similarly to if he had simply used a fist to do so instead.

“.. You-.. You promised!”

“Take this as a lesson, Vex..” Ariq leaned himself closer, eyes narrowing. “People lie.”

“N-no!”

S’vexrha protested, scrambling herself up on her feet as the flames flickered more wildly, the tint of them beginning to meld with a blue center. Ariq stood up and straightened himself, a smug expression clinging to his features.

“Yes.”

“You promised!”

“And you trusted the word of the person who took you in the first place?” Ariq scoffed. “How pathetic are you?”

The girl grit her teeth and lunged at the significantly larger man, fire encasing her hands which she began to batter against his leg.

“You promised! You promised- you promised!” She cried.

Her punches served little more than as a source of annoyance, yet the flames scorched his attire and began to create discomfort from the heat. He leaned back down and shoved a palm against the girl’s forehead, pushing her away.

“Pitiful little girl.”

She hissed and snarled, hands darting up to grasp onto the hand that pressed against her forehead, a burst of flames tearing through the fabric woven around his arm akin to bandages. The fire moved faster than Ariq registered, the entire length of fabric suddenly being alight and burning along the entirety of his arm - prying a pained snarl from him as his hand slipped over the girl’s skull to snatch onto her hair, ripping her from the ground by the grasp and throwing her aside like a ragdoll, the small body meeting the ground some distance away with a whimper wrenched from her.

Ariq tore the burning fabric from his arm, throwing it to the ground and inspecting the bubbling, blistered flesh of his before shooting a murderous glare in S’vexrha’s direction.

“.. Your parents sure named you correctly.” He growled as he began to approach. “Vex. Like the irritating little shit you are.”

S’vexrha sobbed as she unsteadily began to push herself up in an attempt to stand, only to feel Ariq’s foot ram into her back and slamming her back down into the dirt with a pained cry.

“Irritating, worthless, broken.” Each word was accompanied by Ariq’s foot twisting and pressing the girl downwards, prying loud whimpers and whines from her in the process. “Useless little shit.”

The flames still present began to lick up along the Xaela’s leg, threatening to burn him once more if he did not withdraw - which he did.

Only to immediately ram his foot forwards and send it into S’vexrha’s side, a loud snap tearing a scream from the girl as she was sent into a roll across the sands, her flames shifting into a shade of blue as she curled up on the spot, sobbing.

“-- That’s enough, Ariq!”

Ariq peered over his shoulder to loft a brow at the one who called out to him, eyes finding its way to Matoyan who had found his way to the arena in response to the scream. The Xaela offered the faintest grimace his way before rolling his eyes.

“It’s enough when I say it’s enough.”

“She’s just–!”

“I don’t care.”

He made his way towards the girl once more, who began to scramble herself away - interrupted by the pain that shot through her side. Ariq swiped his hand down after the girl, hissing as it passed through the flames in order to snatch onto S’vexrha’s hair to once again launch her aside - closer towards the inlet he had jumped off from previously.

She screamed as she met the ground anew, her entire body balling up as she sobbed. Matoyan grit his teeth and glared in Ariq’s direction, watching the Xaela turn to once again begin to approach the girl.

He couldn’t just watch it anymore.

Matoyan’s hands placed against the edge before him and he proceeded to heave himself over it, landing on one knee before pushing himself up on his feet and rushing towards S’vexrha. He placed himself in between her and Ariq, barring the Xaela’s way.

“She’s a child.” He frowned.

“What part of ‘I don't care’ do you not understand?” Ariq hissed. “Out of my way.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

The Xaela scoffed, canting his head.

“Have you forgotten who I am, Matoyan?” He asked.

The Hrothgar held his silence, stare locked in Ariq’s.

“I am the Left Hand.” He proceeded. “If I tell you to move out of my fucking way.. That is what you do.”

He had placed himself uncomfortably close to the Hrothgar, who only straightened his back and remained in Ariq’s way, gaining a glare in response. Just as Ariq was about to raise his hand, another voice rang out.

“Do you always prefer the opponents you can easily kick around, Leftie?”

The sound of it immediately soured Ariq’s expression, his attention slipping from Matoyan and launching itself onto the Xaela woman above. One he did certainly not get along with.

“Piss off, Sukh.” He hissed.

“Boo. Terrifying.” Sukh mocked in return. “I will, once I’ve retrieved your.. victor.”

“What the fuck do you want with her?”

“Not a single thing. Eanwin is another story.” She shrugged.

“She’ll have to fucking wait. I am not–”

“Not done? Are you ever?” Sukh snorted. “Grym is demanding you, too. So chop-fucking-chop.”

Ariq seethed, features contorted in anger as he simply abandoned his previous objective and headed for the door that would lead him upwards, with Sukh wiggling her fingers in a good-bye to further infuriate him before peering down to Matoyan, who quietly watched her.

“Congratulations, you fucking softie. You get to carry her to the infirmary. And I’d hurry, if I were you.”

He gave no retort and simply lowered himself down to S’vexrha, who laid curled up on her side, arms draped around her. Her flames were significantly weaker than before, breathing struggled and eyes not quite seeming able to focus, signalling how close the girl was to losing consciousness.

Matoyan carefully lift S’vexrha into his arms, cradling her against his chest as he hushed softly at her, his steps leading him towards the exit of the arena.

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Prompt #15: Attract (Extra Credit)

Character: Eanwin Thyrer

Age: 17

“Y’can’t just lock him up!”

Eanwin grit her teeth and balled up her fists, facing off against a Brass Blade who met her shouting with a deep sigh, one hand lightly rubbing at his own ear.

“I can, and I am. He broke the law, ma’am.”

“I don’t give a rat’s fuckin’ ass what he did, he’s my brother!” Eanwin snapped. “We’re tryin’ to fuckin’ survive, with no thanks to you people!”

She jabbed her knuckles against his chest, yet not nearly hard enough to be considered a punch. The irritation locked upon the Brass Blade’s features was becoming more and more apparent, his gaze locking upon the younger Highlander before him.

“We have enough on our hands as it is with you refugees.” He spoke, spite dripping from the last word. “You’re stealing from honest people rather than working for a place here.”

Eanwin stared at him in mild disbelief.

“I am workin’ day and night at your damned infirmaries, I expend my aether to take care of your wounded with nary a fuckin’ gil bein’ offered in return! We’re fuckin’ starvin’!”

“Perhaps it is time to find a different job, hm?” 

“Yeah? Because all your bloody jobs grow on fuckin’ trees out here, yeah?!”

The Brass Blade’s gaze slowly, and obviously, wandered the Highlander’s body, before meeting her gaze with a twisted grin, sending a chill down Eanwin’s spine at the mere look of it.

“You’re a pretty girl, as long as you keep your mouth shut long enough for anyone to gain an interest.” He uttered quietly.

“.. Ex-fuckin’-scuse me?”

“Hells, I’d even be down to be your first client.”

The grin he met her with sent a wave of nausea through the Highlander, her hands balling up so tightly her nails threatened to break the skin upon her palms. She didn’t even manage a response before he continued.

“Unless, of course..” He took a step closer, reaching his hand underneath her jaw to tilt her head back as he whispered. “..You’d rather that was just a favour between us, hm? To get your brother out. I’d even be willing to sweep any further crimes under the rug, as long as you–”

Eanwin swatted her hand up to slap his own away from her, her rage significantly more apparent now that she had fully processed what exactly he was suggesting.

“Over my dead fuckin’ body, you piece of shit!”

He lightly rubbed his hand against his own chest, throwing his shoulders into a shrug.

“Then I guess your brother is staying in that cell of his.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes. “..Perhaps even for an extended time, because of your attitude.”

“.. I swear to Rhalgr I will kick your fuckin’ ass, heal you, just to fuckin’ do it again.” Eanwin nigh growled.

“Oh, sweetheart. I’d like to see you try.”

Before she could even consider swinging a fist at him, the door at the other side of the room swung open, an older Highlander man accompanied by a younger, significantly scrawnier one. Eanwin’s gaze fell to the scrawnier boy, a surge of relief washing over her as her eyes fell atop of her little brother.

“Arnkel!”

Her brother met her with a sheepish smile, eyes falling to the ground with clear shame. The man who accompanied him arched a brow as he peered at the Brass Blade, who had immediately changed his tune and offered the man a salute.

“Captain.” He greeted.

Arnkel stumbled closer to Eanwin, who swiftly locked her arms around him and pulled him into a hug so tight he wheezed at the squeeze.

“Ow– Eanwin–..”

“Don’t you EVER fuckin’ do that again, you damned idiot!”

Despite the angry words, the young woman’s eyes teared up as she held onto her brother, his own arms gently settling around her to give her a pat on the back. It wasn’t often Eanwin let any sign of weakness peek through, always having been the tougher one out of the two, even before they left home. He could only imagine how terrified she had been, thinking she may have lost him.

The Captain’s gaze quietly rested atop the siblings, slowly peeling over to his subordinate.

“Get the boy’s things. His bail has been paid.”

“-- What?”

“You heard me. Go.”

The subordinate slowly sank his head down and pushed himself away from the counter he had been resting on, heading out the door. Eanwin gave the Captain a suspicious stare, Arnkel quietly peering up to him. As the door shut, and the three were left alone, a long exhale left the man.

“There will be a Seeker outside. Blonde, shoulder-length hair, bright eyes, red mark on his cheek.” He began. “His name is Z’quohn, he wants to talk to you both once we’re done here.”

“Why?” Eanwin was quick to question, eyes narrowing.

“Consider it a job opportunity.” The Captain uttered, head tilting slowly. “Your abilities in healing have not gone unnoticed, Eanwin Thyrer. Alas, it is not for me to speak of, but I would suggest you listen to what he has to say, since he paid for your brother’s immediate release.”

Eanwin’s lips tinned into a mere line, arms squeezing her brother just a slight bit tighter. She didn’t know what to think of the situation, but at the moment, she didn’t care. She had her brother back, and that was all that mattered to her.

.. At least it couldn’t hurt to hear this Seeker out.

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Prompt #8: Consequences (Extra Credit)

Character: S’vexrha Tchuma Age: 15 TW: Abuse

Thundering steps tore S’vexrha’s attention to the door, one crimson eye peeling open as she raised a brow. The footsteps came to an abrupt halt, a key ramming into the lock and twisting it so violently one might assume the person using it was attempting to snap it in the movement. She raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sudden light that streamed through the doorway as it was yanked open, covering up the approaching person right up until a hand snatched around her wrist and yanked her off the floor with a grunt.

”—The fuck?”

Her gaze fell atop the Xaela who had barged in, ears pinning back and a curl of fire licking along her jaw at the sight of him.

”Fuck off, Ariq, I’m not in the—”

The Xaela tore her up higher and threw her directly into the nearest wall with a loud thud, her body collapsing to the ground with a pained wheeze before she felt Ariq’s fingers cram in underneath the back of her collar, a grasp he promptly yanked her up by, tearing a strangled sound from her. Her own fingers shoved between her throat and the front of her collar in a desperate attempt to ease her breathing, all while Ariq had begun to walk – not caring that S’vexrha did not gain her footing, opting to simply drag her along the floor. Up the stairs and down the hall, the Seeker’s efforts in breathing had been some minor success, allowing her to at least remain conscious while Ariq dragged her along, feet and calves tearing along the floor in the process.

She felt herself get pulled from the floor entirely, only to be launched forwards and thrown over a ledge Ariq had placed himself over, simply watching as her body met the dirt floor below and she gasped and sputtered for air, hands pressing against the dirt to push herself up to sit.

Just as she was about to yell at him, her gaze fell to Matoyan, and a set of Seeker siblings that had been there nary a moon – the sister embracing her brother, glaring at the Xaela above. They were all down in the arena with her. Beaten, and bloodied.

Matoyan’s gaze briefly met S’vexrha’s – brimming with guilt and swiftly lowering to the dirt. She turned her head to stare up at Ariq, raising a brow.

”Figured it out yet, Vex?” He taunted, one hand on his hip.

”That you suck? I figured that one out the sun we met, asshole.”

S’vexrha began to push herself up to her feet, in the same breath that Ariq lept from the inlet and placed himself in the arena. He launched a hand forwards, snatching onto S’vexrha’s hair and yanking her up with a hiss.

”Brat.” He spat.

"..Oversized dickhead.” She retorted.

”Vex..” Matoyan’s voice was low, but nonetheless heard. ”.. Please don’t make it worse for yourself..”

Ariq glanced towards Matoyan, scoffing as his gaze shot back to S’vexrha.

”That warning is too late. And considering how much of a beating this little bitch can take.. I am going to enjoy this.”

A wicked grin spread across Ariq’s features, fading only has a lob of spit was perfectly aimed at his left eye, his head turning and free hand raising to wipe it before glaring at S’vexrha.

”.. Eat shit and choke on it.”

It was the last thing to leave the Seeker’s lips before Ariq threw her into the ground, barging a foot forwards to slam it into her side – forcing her to roll further into the arena with a hiss.

”Ariq! She’s just a kid!” Matoyan shouted.

”And she knows exactly what she’s doing, so shut your fucking mouth.”

Ariq continued his approach, watching the Seeker as she pushed herself up to her knees, only to receive a boot firmly planted against her spine, slamming her back down. S’vexrha’s claws dug into the dirt, remaining down for the moment – something that seemingly bored the Xaela, who reached down and snatched onto the Seeker’s ankle, yanking her up by it and throwing her aside, tumbling into the ground some distance away.

Matoyan shoved himself up on his feet, limp-running towards Ariq and S’vexrha as the Xaela continued his approach – managing to cram himself between them, palms barging flat against the Au Ra’s body to shove him backwards.

"I gave them bread, Ariq. Bread! Don’t punish them for what I did!”

”I’ve already punished those two for what you did. And you.” Ariq tilted his head, leaning himself closer to Matoyan. ”Vex is partially for my own enjoyment.”

”She’s a kid—”

”I’ve beaten this brat since she was five cycles old, do you think I give a shit that she’s a kid?”

Matoyan frowned, ears pinning back and tail sweeping at his heels.

”Take those two to Eanwin, and stay there. Unless, of course, you’d rather I make sure you end up on the whipping list.”

A long silence lingered, The Hrothgar’s hands balling into fists. Holding her side, S’vexrha watched Matoyan’s struggle, eventually letting her gaze slip away.

”.. I’m not.. a kid, and I don’t need.. your help..”

He turned to look at S’vexrha, frowning.

”.. Go.”

Hesitantly, Matoyan stepped aside, head lowered as he headed for the siblings, barely having managed to turn his back before he heard Ariq pick up where he left off; Throwing the young Seeker around like a ragdoll, kicking, punching and pulling at any point he could reach with her doing nothing in retort.

Not that she could, even if she wanted to. Which she likely did.

He guided the siblings up to their feet, serving as their support as they limped away, a frown yet locked on his features.

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Prompt #7: Morsel

Character: S’vexrha Tchuma Age: 6

Light steps thudded along the outside of her cell, S’vexrha’s hands held onto her ears and pulled them downwards in an attempt to drown out the sound while she curled herself up and pressed herself into the wall. She knew the sound meant someone was coming for her – there was no one else in the same area she had been thrown into, making it painfully obvious when she was about to get company. The rattling sound of a key shoving into the lock made the small Seeker flinch, hands tugging her ears far down as she shuffled herself further away from the door while it began to push open. Crimson eyes were locked in a wide stare, brimming with tears as they fell atop of the black furred Hrothgar who stood in the doorway, carrying a small bowl in his hand. His own, earthy-brown gaze softened upon seeing her, feline features drawing into a small frown.

”Easy, kid.. I’m not here to hurt you.”

His tone was gentle, movements careful. S’vexrha watched him both cautiously and fearfully as he approached, the slightest whine leaving her as he reached a distance that was too close for comfort, to which he promptly halted and took a step back.

”I, uh.. brought you food..”

He crouched down and settled the bowl on the floor, nudging it closer to the Seeker child who kept herself clung to the wall, his frown remaining as he eyed the unappetising sludge of grey that occupied the bowl. He hesitated for a moment, yet opted to follow through and reached a hand into a pocket, withdrawing a folded up bundle.

”.. I am not meant to give you this.” He whispered, settling it down next to the bowl. ”.. But I will, eitherway.”

S’vexrha loosened the grasp of her ears, hands lowering to cup her knees as her crimson gaze shot between the bowl, the bundle and the Hrothgar in a slightly curious manner. He nudged the items closer, before shuffling himself backwards to give some distance between them – hoping she’d dare to approach if he was further away. Something that she ended up doing. She crawled forwards and briefly peeked into the bowl, only to snatch onto the bundle and flee backwards again, clutching it firmly to her chest while giving the Hrothgar a look as if she feared he’d lunge for her. But he simply sat there. The smallest of smiles managing to settle on his features. S’vexrha observed him quietly for a little longer, her attention eventually drifting to the bundle she held onto. Carefully, she unfolded it – revealing a small piece of bread certainly a few suns past its best state, having started to grow stale and would no doubt simply have been thrown out had none of the slavers opted to take it. Her eyes widened, darting back to the Hrothgar she did not know the name of, tearing up a touch.

”Don’t let anyone else know you got it, yeah? They won’t take kindly to my gesture, and I don’t want it to go out over you.”

Held with both hands, the chunk of bread was shoved up into the little Seeker’s face, as she swiftly bit down on it – tearing off piece by piece akin to a starved animal intent to devour its food long before anyone, or anything, could take it from her.

”Matoyan! What’s taking so damn long?”

The loud, angry voice echoed from outside, sending the Hrothgar’s ears into a flattened state and S’vexrha directly into the nearest corner, staring fearfully towards the doorway at the voice she knew better than she wished she did. Matoyan’s gaze rested atop of S’vexrha for a little longer, before he shoved himself up onto his feet and headed for the door, closing and locking it behind him.

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Prompt #3: Tempest

Character: Grymahtyn Maetisathsyn

Age: 16

“What in the bloody hells is the matter with ye’, boy?!”

The commanding voice of Maetisath was well heard, both within the home and without. The Sea Wolf was fuming, face to face with his youngest son who’s large frame was stained with blood still in the process of drying, a pale green glare being the only thing Grymahtyn returned, his silence only infuriating his father further.

“Y’nearly killed that boy! Have y’lost y’damn mind?!”

Grymahtyn’s gaze shot to the side, his jaw clenching as his own irritation simmered beneath the surface, continuing to meet his father with silence. Maetisath slammed a palm into the nearest table, the sound loud enough to draw his son’s attention back to him.

“Do y’even know what bloody lengths I had to go through t’make sure y’weren’t goin’ to get fucking arrested, Grymahtyn?!”

“..I do not care.”

His response was quiet, but not unheard.

“Y’don’t care? Y’had best fuckin’ started carin’–!”

“Get off my fucking back!”

The quiet he had attempted to hold broke as he snapped back at his father, the ever present anger the teenage Sea Wolf struggled to contain, but had desperately been trying to, boiling to the surface. His yell made Maetisath pause for a moment, processing his son’s tone before his own anger got the better of him.

“Watch y’damn tone, boy!” He shouted.

“Or what?!”

“I’ll have no problem draggin’ y’arse back to the bloody Yellowjackets! Maybe some jail time will straighten y’out, because I don’t know what y’fuckin’ problem is–”

He had barely managed to finish his sentence before Grymahtyn had swiftly closed the distance and met his father’s jaw with a fist, sending him stumbling backwards. As he tried to catch his balance, another fist rammed itself into his throat, not giving Maetisath a moment to properly straighten himself and instead tumbling backwards with a choked breath.

Grymahtyn didn’t stop there, despite having downed his father - opting to launch himself onto the man and repeatedly slam his fist into any point of the man he could, with Maetisath bashing his own arms up in an attempt to both protect himself and try to shove his son off of himself, something that proved to be more of a struggle than it would have been, was he not already in recovery for a wound sustained in his mercenary work. The only reason he had been home when the Yellowjackets came knocking.

The rage in Grymahtyn’s eyes were unlike what Maetisath had ever seen in the boy before, and it didn’t matter how many times he managed to shove him off, he spared no time to immediately return, relentlessly pursuing his father. Dazed, his strength began to wane, the taste of blood welling up in his mouth as well as running down his face. He could feel his consciousness slipping, desperately fighting to stay awake amidst the beating.

Was he truly about to be killed by his own son? He held little hope he’d stop, even if he fell unconscious.

The thought had only briefly managed to pop into his head before the door leading into their home barged open, and he soon felt Grymahtyn leave him - torn aside by someone he found himself unable to see properly.

.. Syznstrym?

The general tone of voice, despite the highly unusual anger holding itself to it, was certainly of his eldest son. His blurred gaze sought out the boys, as he didn’t catch what was said - only hearing it as a wordless murmur.

The raging tempest that was his youngest had been stopped, now only stood staring at the floor while his eldest displayed his disapproval of his actions. It didn’t take long for Syznstrym to turn to Maetisath, lowering himself down to the man.

“Dad? Dad!”

His breathing was shallow, gaze briefly managing to meet Syznstrym’s worried eyes before his consciousness completely escaped him.

“DAD!”

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Prompt #2: Horizon

Character: S’vexrha Tchuma

Age: 10

Why did she have to run off? Did she not realise how much trouble she’d be in when they got their hands on her again?

Matoyan’s brows were knit with worry, gaze scanning the area as he walked the path leading to the next town. He had volunteered to aid in the search, and opted for the area surrounding Horizon, even if he had swiftly been mocked for the mere suggestion that the girl would run that far. He knew better, after having tried to bond with the young girl and offer her even the smallest amount of comfort and kindness that could be afforded in the compound - he knew she’d run to the other end of Eorzea, if she was able to.

His steps led him past the entrance to Horizon, where he stopped to let his gaze wander the settlement below. Traders, workers and Brass Blades littered the town, supply filled carts lined up along the streets - serving as potential cover for the runaway Seeker.

A Hellsguard clad in Brass Blade attire made his way up the ramp to where Matoyan was stood, subtly placing himself by the Hrothgar while gazing out into the wilderness beyond instead.

“Lookin’ for somethin’?”

The question tore Matoyan from his own thoughts, head turning to stare at the Hellsguard.

“..Pardon?”

“Wonderin’ if you’re lookin’ for somethin’.” The Hellsguard paused, raising a hand up to lightly tap at his own, right cheek. “.. Or maybe it’s someone, eh?”

The Hrothgar’s stare sharpened significantly at the motion, knowing full well that the Hellsguard meant the red mark that clung to his own cheek. One of the Blades in Grymathyn’s pocket, no doubt. He didn’t like the thought of asking one of them for help, but.. Gods knew where she could’ve gone, or if she was even there.

“.. A girl.” He muttered hesitantly.

“Plenty o’those ‘round, yeah?”

Matoyan sighed, letting his features pull into a frown.

“.. Seeker lass. Red eyes, short black hair with red streaks, about this tall.” He leveled his hand barely up to his own waist. “.. Real scrawny, probably in a hurry. Same mark on her cheek.”

“Hmm.” The Hellsguard hummed thoughtfully, then shook his head. “Nope. Ain’ seen her.”

With that, he simply turned and descended the ramp, leaving Matoyan with a nigh dumbfounded expression on his features. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be irritated or relieved at the Blade’s lack of interest.

Then again.. He was certainly hoping to find her before anyone else did.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he caught movement in the corner of his eye, black and red swiftly disappearing behind the water well crammed into a corner of the settlement. Slowly, he made his way down the ramp and towards it, ensuring to keep his steps light and careful. Once close enough to peek over the well, his features softened.

She was sat balled up, legs pressed into her own body and face buried against her knees, tail tucked in close and ears glued back flatly atop her skull. His ears caught the faintest little whimpers that she was desperately trying to keep quiet, her small frame trembling with fear.

“.. Vex..”

He spoke softly, yet the girl flinched violently upon hearing his voice so close - making her unfurl from her balled up position and flames to flicker in a short burst around her as she tore herself around and crawled backwards a few steps - her tear filled gaze locked upon the Hrothgar, wide and brimming with fear. He hushed softly, lowering himself into a crouch.

“It’s alright, Vex.. It’s just me. You know I won’t hurt you.”

She calmed just a touch, legs slowly tugged back up and into her body as she retook her previous position, but kept her head up to glance at Matoyan instead.

“..You know I have to bring you back, yeah..?”

“..N-no..” She whimpered, sniffling weakly. “..P-please..”

His own ears wilted, gaze lowering. Bringing her back to the compound was among the last things he wanted to do, yet there was no other choice. If he didn’t convince her to return, others would find her.. and be significantly less kind about it, and her punishment for running away much worse.

“I don’t want them to hurt you, sweetheart.” He spoke quietly.

“B-but they will..!”

“It will be worse if they have to haul you back, you know this.”

Vex’s tears finally spilled, arms tightening around her knees and face burying into them anew as she fought the sobs in her throat. Matoyan frowned, reaching his hand over to gently smooth it over the back of the girl’s head, hushing softly. He hated seeing her so sad and afraid, wanting to do nothing more than protect her from the hellscape they were both stuck in.. But he couldn’t. Especially not since Ariq took great pleasure in tormenting the poor child.

“..I will tell them you changed your mind. That you found me and regretted running away. Your punishment will be less severe, I promise.”

She only lift her head enough to stare at him, her tears carving neat little paths down the dirt that clung to her cheeks, biting back her sobs. Her stare returned to the ground, as she slowly pushed herself up to stand, with Matoyan slowly rising with her. He carefully reached to grasp her hand, guiding her along and towards Horizon’s exit.

He couldn’t protect her completely, but if there was a chance that he could ensure a kinder consequence for her.. He would. Even if he himself had to take it in her stead.

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Purpose

“I visited Bexy in the infirmary for our usual daily meet, while it usually brought us outside on a walk or had us go to her home for the wedding plans.. Her injuries certainly meant that it’d be best for her to stay in.

At the end of our talk, she requested I seek out Vex - who had notably left her own bed, her scythe and torn armour left behind in whatever hurry had made her leave, when she really shouldn’t have.

It didn’t take long to find her, sat in the basement in front of the fireplace, unmoving, aside from her fingers moving and a small flame dancing around them, and quiet - almost as if in a trance. The fact she wasn’t okay was.. Visible.

She didn’t react while I descended the stairs and made my way to her, not until I spoke her name. Her responses were either brief or rude, dismissive of my concern for her wellbeing. I can’t exactly blame her.. After fourteen cycles stuck in Grym’s control.. I can’t imagine she’s used to speaking to others about her feelings, the automatic response being to be curt and rude as to make people leave her alone.

I dislike prying at things people aren’t ready to speak of, but.. Vex seemed so desolate. Lost. Which.. Was exactly what she was feeling, when she finally graced me with a response.

She didn’t know what to do anymore.

She acquired the freedom she had dreamt of for so long. Paid a visit to her family in an attempt to reconnect which had ended less than ideally for her. Killed the bastard who tore her from her family in the first place, and in so doing avenging her sister who died in the process. She was upset that ending Ariq had solved nothing, and she only felt like she lost what little purpose she had.

.. It was a feeling I understood all too well, having been in her shoes on more than one occasion. Exacting revenge, only for it to make one feel incredibly empty.

I voiced the three occasions I recalled of my own revenge, hoping that it’d help her, even if I wasn’t completely sure it did. But at least she knows she’s not alone.

As for a purpose.. I suggested she remained among us. Her friends. The Company.

She said she’d consider it, and I can only hope she chooses to stay.

It’s her call to make.”

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Scars

Twenty-Fourth Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon, 10 Seventh Astral Era - Daytime

S’vexrha quietly rocked back and forth as the first rays of the sun began to peek through the trees, head slowly rising up to gaze at the sky. She found herself by S’lhevrha’s grave once more, having awoken in the middle of the night to Azrathar’s call. A violent thrashing amidst her sleep had seen the resident voidsent awaken her from the nightmare that plagued her. He had promptly ordered her outside, despite her attempts to tell him she was fine.

He had been with her long enough to know better.

She had only intended to get some air, then return to sleep.. Yet her steps had led her to S’lhevrha, where she had simply sat down and remained, unwilling to move for several bells.

Soon, people would be on the move - the hunters tasked with gathering food for the sun being sent off at first light, every sun. It was common for S’yahmhi to join them, but since S’vexrha’s arrival she had been granted leave, to be with her family. She still automatically woke up at the early bells, so S’vexrha truly shouldn’t have been surprised when footfalls came closer and closer.

“.. Vex..?”

S’yahmhi’s voice was brimming with concern, making S’vexrha’s ears twitch faintly as she turned her head to look over her shoulder at her sister - who gave her a nigh horrified look in return. Only then did S’vexrha realise that her vest had been left by her bedding, leaving most of the lash scars that littered her back on full view for her sister to see.

“.. Hi.”

“.. Gods. Your back..”

S’vexrha grimaced weakly.

“.. It’s fine, Yahmhi. They don’t hurt anymore.” She mumbled.

“Who did this to you..?”

She merely lofted a brow and kept her quiet as S’yahmhi sank down next to her, one look in her little sister’s direction prompting her expression to sink into a soft frown.

“.. Those who kept you.” She whispered, answering her own question.

S’vexrha sank her head into a weak nod, turning her gaze to the tree. A prolonged silence lingered, before she finally sighed.

“.. I have been whipped, beaten, cut, stabbed, shot..” She muttered beneath a deep exhale. “.. You get numb to it, eventually.”

“.. Oh, Warden.. Vex.. I am so sorry..”

“... It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

She drew another deep breath, ears flickering sharply as her crimson gaze fell to the flowers curving the tree. S’yahmhi’s ears flattened faintly.

“.. Vex-..”

“How did dad die?”

She interrupted her sister, desperate for a different topic - the suddenness of the question making the older Seeker pause.

“.. The Calamity.” She sighed, a touch mournfully. “Dad was.. searching for you, when it all began..”

“.. I see.”

S’vexrha’s response was quiet, the monotone she managed to hold masking the grief that swelled in her heart - only truly managing to keep her flames at bay thanks to Azrathar’s intervention. Yet the sorrow wasn’t the only feeling that gripped her, some faint guilt sprung up - slowly but surely shifting into blame and anger, aimed at one single individual.

Ariq.

A prolonged silence fell over the sisters, S’vexrha quietly contemplating her words and tightening the wrap she held of her knees. There was no way to ease into the subject, making her ears pin down and her tail curl sideways to tuck more closely to herself before she simply opted to keep her silence. Noting her hesitation, S’yahmhi reached an arm around her shoulders to pull her into a gentle embrace, holding no intentions to force anything out of her. S’vexrha slowly leaned into the hug, even if tension immediately took to her. Hugs were certainly a thing she wasn’t quite used to, yet.

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Sister

Twenty-Second Sun of the Sixth Astral Moon, 10 Seventh Astral Era - Nighttime

The dull roar of celebration clung to the center of the village as S’vexrha quietly fled aside, exhaling a deep sigh to herself as she raised a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose.

She had been flooded by faces she either barely or simply didn’t remember, being put as the center of attention as a small, spontaneous feast had been thrown in order to welcome her home. It was all a bit much, really.

Most people had held the same questions, wondering where she had been all these cycles, what had happened the sun she disappeared, how she had been. She had narrowly escaped most of those questions, mostly giving half-truths or pretending she didn’t hear it.

There was the occasional rare mentioning of S’lhevrha and S’tchuma, how much of a shame their deaths were. To lose someone so young, that a father never got to see his daughter returned safely. Strangely enough, these words seemed to bother S’vexrha more than the ceaseless questions.

Her steps drifted between the huts, leading her on a walk that eventually landed herself before a lone tree, decorated with red and black cloths, as well as golden bangles and baubles. Symbols S’vexrha recognised as letters were carved into the bark, yet she knew not what it spelled out.

Flowers long since withered laid upon the ground, yet a curve of seemingly wild lilybells laced the tree’s roots.

She held vague memories of the location, yet the tree was simply that back then, a tree. She remembered sitting beneath it alongside S’lhevrha many times, that she often ran up the path as a child to find her sister sitting beneath it, usually with a book. She recalled that S’lhevrha had managed to trade for a storybook during a trip out beyond the tribe’s territory, one she had happily brought to S’vexrha and taken her to the tree, reading the stories within for the girl.

A strange feeling arose in her, making her unsure whether or not she should smile or break into tears.

 “.. It’s where we buried Lhev.”

S’yahmhi’s voice made S’vexrha flinch, head head turning to stare in her sister’s direction for a moment - not even having heard her approach, or caught the words Azrathar had no doubt echoed in her mind. She met S’vexrha with a weak smile, head tilting.

“.. Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” She apologised.

“.. It’s fine.” S’vexrha mumbled. “.. Are you not going to..”

She struggled with her sentence, lightly gesturing in the village’s direction where the joy and celebration was still loud enough to be heard.

“I would, but I noticed you wandering off.. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“.. Yeah. I’m.. fine.”

“.. You don’t even sound a little convincing, Vex.”

S’vexrha grimaced and turned back to the tree, S’yahmhi wandering up to take a spot next to her.

“.. The markings on the tree.” S’vexrha mumbled. “.. It.. says her name..?”

“.. It does.” S’yahmhi confirmed, peering at her little sister. “.. Can you not read?”

“.. Nope.” The single word left S’vexrha’s lips in a percussive pop. “I wasn’t exactly.. Allowed to learn.”

“.. Why would it have mattered if you learned?”

S’vexrha visibly hesitated, glancing over to S’yahmhi as her ears tilted back slightly. A faint soothing feeling, as if embraced, sprung a faint warmth in S’vexrha’s chest - Azrathar reminding her of his presence, not that she would ever forget.

She knew what he was trying to do, to once again remind her that she did not have to answer any questions if she didn’t feel comfortable with it.

Nonetheless, another feeling swelled in her chest with the way S’yahmhi looked at her. A gaze brimming with love and concern, yet lacking the pitying undertones the others did.

She felt some small want to connect.

“.. Cause I would’ve been able to ask for help.” She mumbled, directing her gaze to the tree.

She felt S’yahmhi’s eyes fall upon her more properly, her sister’s brows furrowing.

“.. Could you not..?” She asked, carefully.

“I doubt you’ve missed how my neck looks.” S’vexrha simply stated.

Her words automatically made S’yahmhi’s eyes sink to the scarred surface of S’vexrha’s neck, ears flattening as she slowly shook her head. It was easy to tell what had caused the scarring, considering it’s unique pattern - one she had only seen once before, on someone who had been struck by aetherical lightning.

“.. It’s hard to miss.” She admitted.

“.. Yeah.”

Silence fell over them, S’yahmhi shifting her weight from one leg to the other, folding one arm over her chest to grip the other’s bicep.

“.. Do you want to talk about it?” She asked, keeping her tone soft and quiet. “I know.. people have been trying to pry the answers out of you since you arrived, and I won’t. I just want you to know that you can talk to me, if you need to get it off your chest.”

S’vexrha’s lips tugged into a thin line, head turning to let her crimson gaze meet S’yahmhi’s jade one. She remained quiet for a little longer, as if contemplating her answer before slowly shaking her head.

“.. No. And even if I told you, there’s not a single person here who’d really understand.” She muttered. “.. I already halfly blew up at S’vakih for making me answer what happened the sun Lhevrha died.”

A small frown settled on S’yahmhi’s features, letting her ears pin back. She disliked hearing what S’vakih had done, even if she knew he held no ill intentions. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other once more.

“.. I want to help you, Vex.” She murmured.

“.. Y’know. For the first time in fourteen cycles.. I really don’t need help.” S’vexrha mumbled. “I know you mean well, Yahmhi.. But right now? All I need is for people to stop bloody pestering me about what happened. I want to move on.”

“I understand.”

“.. You think you do.”

S’yahmhi paused, a soft exhale leaving her. S’vexrha wasn’t wrong, she didn’t understand the situation - as much as she wanted to. What she did understand was that her little sister had gone through something awful, and while she didn’t know exactly what, she couldn’t imagine any of it had been pleasant. She understood her desire to move on.

A soft smile furnished her lips, as she turned more properly to S’vexrha.

“Alright then, Vex. What do you want to talk about, instead?”

S’vexrha blinked, staring up at her sister - caught off-guard by the question. She raised a hand up to her neck, lightly scratching at it.

“... I don’t know.”

S’yahmhi smiled a little wider, tilting her head curiously.

“.. If I ask questions, about you, not what you went through. Just you. Will you answer those?”

“.. I.. guess..?”

“Good! I’d like to get to know my baby sister.”

S’vexrha’s lips pulled into a thin line.

“.. I am eighteen. I am not a baby.”

“You are to me!”

S’yahmhi kept a wide smile on her lips, moving to curl an arm over S’vexrha’s shoulders to bring her in for a hug. She could do little but grumble in return, slowly draping her arms around her to return a lighter squeeze.

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #28: Blunt

Character(s): S’vexrha Tchuma, Sayuri Aoki

Age(s): 18, 27

The rattle of the door was the first thing that made S'vexrha's eyes narrowly open, ears twitching as she simply listened.

"... Vex?"

The voice that rang out was not Bexy's, who had otherwise been the only other occupant of the house for the suns she had been there. Yet it was a familiar one, and S'vexrha pushed herself up to sit and over to the edge of the loft, legs falling off it to dangle freely - startling the white-haired Seeker below.

"Yep?"

"-- Gods."

She couldn’t help but smirk as the older Seeker flinched at her sudden movement, leaning down a touch to inspect the woman more closely, now that she wasn’t in the compound’s prison garbs.

"Look at you, all cleaned up." S'vexrha flashed a toothy grin. "Don't look like shit anymore."

"... Thanks." Sayuri's lips pulled into a thin line.

S'vexrha slipped off the edge, landing by Sayuri's side.

"Oh don't take it to heart, I looked like shit too." She wandered over to the nearest fruitbowl, plucking a rolanberry from it and popping it into her mouth. "I've had a bath twice this week, twice! How cool isn't that? And the food.. you ever had one of these?"

Sayuri could do little but stare as S'vexrha rambled on excitedly, holding aloft a new rolanberry. Her lack of a response made the younger Seeker turn to her a bit better, squinting.

“..Have you not–”

“.. I’ve had rolanberries, Vex.”

“Then say so!” She pouted childishly, and planted the berry in her mouth once more. “Figured you’d be more excited, they’re great.”

A small smile graced Sayuri’s lips, head shifting into a slow shake.

“.. Somehow, I’m not surprised rolanberries are among the first things you’ve had since..” Her voice trailed. “.. Leaving the compound.”

“Escaping a hellhole.” S’vexrha corrected, rolling her shoulders. “No need to dance around it, we both know how shit it is.”

“.. That we do.”

Sayuri sighed softly, ears drooping a touch. She merely watched as S’vexrha plucked a handful of rolanberries out of the bowl before turning to face Sayuri anew.

“Bexy mentioned you wanted to talk to me. What’s up?” S’vexrha tilted her head.

“.. I.. wanted to apologise.” Sayuri mumbled.

“... Why?”

“For leaving you behind.”

“.. Did you miss the part where I told you to run?” S’vexrha lofted a brow. “Had you not run, both you and me would be stuck with ‘em still, if Bexy hadn’t torn the doors off their bloody hinges trying to find you. Eir? He’d be dead.”

She certainly didn’t sugarcoat her words, causing a slight frown to settle atop of Sayuri’s features - even if she knew it was true. It didn’t mean she had to like hearing it. S’vexrha sank down upon the bench by the table, leaning back against it to keep her crimson gaze atop of Sayuri, who slowly wandered around the table to settle herself upon the opposite bench - forcing S’vexrha to spin around if she still wanted to look at her.

“.. I.. take it.. He did not take kindly to you helping us..” She spoke quietly.

“Does Grym take kindly to anything?” S’vexrha’s shoulder pulled into a shrug. “Got the shit kicked out of me, nothing I didn’t know would happen if I was caught. Besides, I’m free now. And I can talk as much shit about them as I want to.”

S’vexrha displayed a massive grin Sayuri’s way at the last bit of her sentence, making the white-haired Miqo’te display a small smile of her own.

“.. On the assumption that you were.. Locked in, afterwards.. How did you get out?”

“Oh, I was.” S’vexrha confirmed, placing another rolanberry between her lips. “Ketenblaet let me out, guided me to the exit to make sure I made it out. Ran across half of fucking Thanalan to get away from ‘em, landed in the Burning Wall.. Got cornered, prepared to jump off the edge, then realised I could hurt them.. Then Bexy appeared. Then a Viera, but not your Viera. One with a gun.”

Sayuri’s mismatched stare widened as S’vexrha spilled out more and more words, offering a rapid blink and leaning back a touch.

“Wh-.. I-.. Pardon?” She furrowed her brows.

“.. Viera with a gun?” S’vexrha questioned.

“.. Before that.”

“.. Bexy?”

“.. No.”

“Realising I could hurt them?”

“.. That, and the bit right before.. And.. Ketenblaet.. again?”

S’vexrha paused, then nodded as she settled her hands atop the table now that they were bereft of rolanberries.

“Ah. Right. Figured I’d jump off the edge if they were about to grab me again.” She gave a nonchalant shrug. “Threw some fire their way and they got hurt, for the first time in nine cycles. Decided to fight them, instead.”

“I-..” Sayuri frowned. “.. For what it’s worth.. I am.. glad, that you chose to fight.”

The knowledge made Sayuri’s ears droop, her right hand moving to grasp onto the ring decorating her left hand, slowly twirling it around her finger. S’vexrha’s features remained neutral, even when she had spoken of the act she was so close to committing, that sun - either not realising the gravity of it, or.. Simply having seen it as the best way out. Either thought was something that made Sayuri’s frown deepen. S’vexrha’s ears flickered, head tilting as silence remained for a bit longer than she had intended, opting to break it by inhaling sharply.

“.. So!” She exclaims. “Nicer topics, I heard you and the bunnyboy are getting married.”

Mentioning it was enough to soften Sayuri’s expression, her lips curling into a soft smile and her head sinking into a gentle nod.

“We are..”

“Nice.” S’vexrha shifted, tugging her legs up to fold them underneath herself. “Don’t know much about the entire.. Marriage thing, but it’s a thing to like.. Change surnames ‘n shit, right?”

“.. It’s an option. None is obligated to it.”

“Are you gonna? Or will he?”

“I will.”

“..Awh, really?” S’vexrha almost sulked. “.. What name can be cooler for you to hold than fucking Fellfrost?”

Sayuri stared, eyes widening and cheeks flaring up in a bright red hue, making S’vexrha loft a brow at her.

“I-.. It-.. It isn’t my surname..” Sayuri mumbled, lowering her head. “... Yet.”

Her words made S’vexrha squint at her.

“... So, you yelling that your name was Sayuri Fellfrost in the arena wasn’t true, huh?”

“.. It will be!”

“Sa-yuri.” S’vexrha grinned.

“Keep that knowledge to yourself!”

Sayuri almost barked the demand out of embarrassment, making S’vexrha halfly double over in a cackle. The pale Seeker’s hands raised to let her bury her face in her palms to hide away the ever brightening blush that clung to her cheeks, all while the fiery one before her continued a highly entertained laugh that almost brought her to tears.

Gods, if she told Bexy…

She’d never hear the end of it.

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #25: Call It A Day

Character: Ketenblaet Trachynwahtsyn

Age: 43

He buried his face in his palm, slowly rubbing his hand across it as he listened to the sounds of the house. A gentle, comforting humming from the woman who had embraced his heart, the distressed noises of a child slowly easing.

They had been asleep, before Halla’s cries had cut through the night and stirred the entire house, Grimaux taking on the roll of a big brother to immediately run into his and Eyriwyda’s room to alert them, unaware they were already halfway out the bed at that point. Eyriwyda had assured Ketenblaet that she had it under control, that he could go back to bed.. But he had simply sat himself on the edge of it.

The frightened sobs of the nightmare riddled girl had cut through his heart, leaving him to simply.. Think.

How many times had he caused such a situation for someone else? How many times had his actions affected someone so horribly they suffered severe traumatic effects, even cycles after it had happened?

”Then what was I meant for?! For him to torment, and use as a fucking punching bag the moment he got angry? To spend my life in constant agony, because I was born with this?!”

“I never asked for this! I never asked to be made different, to be faulty– For my happiness to be constantly ruined!”

The words of X’llaya brought themselves to the forefront of his mind, making his features sink into a deep frown.

How much of that pain had he himself been the cause of?

“.. Frown any further and your face will be stuck like that.”

Ketenblaet blinked as Eyriwyda’s voice cut through his thoughts, his eyes rising from the floor - expression softening as he met her violet gaze.

“.. She alrigh’?” He asked.

“She calmed down, Eilaf will stay with her in case it comes back.” Eyriwyda nodded gently and shut the door behind her, approaching the bed to sit down next to Ketenblaet - wrapping an arm around his. “.. You worried or is something bugging you?”

His frown made a slow comeback, head turning and gaze averting from her, locking at the floor anew. She already knew what his occupation was, and still he hesitated to speak of it. Eyriwyda gently rested her head upon his arm, brows furrowing with concern.

“.. Talk to me, Ket.” She whispered.

“... I ain’ cut out for this bleedin’ job anymore.” Ketenblaet mumbled, lifting his gaze to Eyriwyda. “.. I want it t’stop. ‘M sick o’ bein’ a slaver, o’ causin’ pain t’folks who don’t deserve it.”

“So quit.”

“.. It ain’ tha’ bleedin’ simple, Eyri..”

“Nor is it that complicated.” Eyriwyda frowned softly.

“.. I’d betray Grym.” Ketenblaet’s shoulders slouched, clearly none too happy with the thought of it.

“Oh to hell with that asshole.” She muttered, squeezing his arm. “You don’t owe him shit, Ket. If you wanna quit, then quit. What’s he gonna do?”

“.. Kill me?”

“I’d put a bloody bullet between his fucking eyes before I let him.”

Ketenblaet took a moment to simply stare at Eyriwyda, lips finally managing to curl into a faint smile. She returned her head to his shoulder, only to receive his own head atop of it.

“.. Quit, and come here, permanently.” She murmured softly. “.. The kids love you, and so do I.”

He paused, slowly turning his head to press his lips against her crown.

“.. There’s somethin’ I need t’do first..”

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #23: Suit

Character: S’vexrha Tchuma

Age: 18

The sound of hurried, heavy footsteps stirred S’vexrha, making her squint towards the door of her cell as the footfalls drew closer. Her brows furrowed, uncertain who they belonged to.. But it wasn’t something she had to wonder for long.

Loud rattling by her own door notified her of the key that was shoved into the lock and twisted, before the door was yanked open. Her eyes narrowed and hand raised to block the sudden illumination from outside, only able to tell the silhouette of a Roegadyn for a moment.

“Can y’move?”

Ketenblaet’s voice emit, making S’vexrha’s ears twitch and hand lower - crimson gaze locking upon him as they got more used to the light.

“.. Probably? Haven’t tried.” She mumbled, and shoved herself up to sit upright.

The Sea Wolf exhaled a sharp breath, a bag in his hand being thrown into the cell and in front of S’vexrha, the scythe she was oh-so familiar with being drawn forth from his back before he settled it against the wall inside of it.

“What are you doing..?” S’vexrha asked, eyes brimming with suspicion.

“.. Y’wanna fuckin’ get outta here, Vex?” Ketenblaet frowned.

“.. Obviously?”

“Then shut it, suit up, get y’shite ‘n I’ll get y’out th’bloody doors.”

S’vexrha gave him a distrustful stare, ears pinning back.

“..You give me weird fucking vibes, Ketenblaet.” She eventually grumbled and reached for the bag he had thrown in. “.. Didn’t out me with Sayuri and now you’re getting me out?”

“Also kept Grym from bloody killin’ ye’, y’welcome.” He frowned.

“Question is, why? You, who ain't just a Trusted, but one of Grym’s very own personal Trusted..”

“Maybe I’m fuckin’ sick o’ this shite, Vex.” He snapped. “Now hurry th’fuck up, window t’act ain’ big.”

She raised a brow, yet eased somewhat - his stressed demeanour and the fact he snapped at her served as enough of an anchor to settle her misgivings. She offered a mock, two-finger salute as she began to pull out her usual gear. Ketenblaet simply turned aside as she began to change into them, granting her some amount of privacy while keeping an eye out.

“.. ‘S stupidly fuckin’ early, most ain’ gone up yet other than th’usual lookouts. Y’know ‘em, ‘n th’locations.” Ketenblaet spoke, glancing the Seeker’s way. “Run as far away as y’bloody can th’moment y’get into th’valley. They will come for ye’.”

“Nothing new.”

S’vexrha heaved herself up on her feet, a slight hiss passing her lips and making Ketenblaet turn to stare at her.

“I need ye’ t’be able t’do this, Vex.” He warned. “If y’can’t..”

“I’m fine.” She grimaced. “After fourteen cycles, you should know I can take a punch.”

Ketenblaet offered the slightest frown as S’vexrha began to approach, lightly rubbing her palm along her heavily bruised side. She reached over for the scythe, shifting it behind her to attach it to the straps of her vest.

”Your ribs have not yet healed, Vexrha.” Azrathar’s voice echoed.

… Which is why I’ll need your help, if I start struggling..

A mere sigh was her only response from the Voidsent, yet it didn’t necessarily sound disappointed - as it often did.

“Follow m'lead.”

Ketenblaet wafted his hand for S’vexrha to follow, which she did - stepping out the doors of her cell to remain close to the Sea Wolf as he began to lead her along the path she already knew so painfully well.

[sayurifellfrost]

Prompt #21: Grave

Character: S'tchuma Nunh

Age: 47

A wail of sheer despair cut through the air within the encampment, the heartache which caused it felt by all present. S’tchuma could do little but stare, grief gripping his heart as he mutely regarded the sight before him.

S’lhevrha, his eldest daughter, laid upon a cot - features locked in perpetual agony and several deep gashes digging into her torso, lifeless. S’ramaia’s arms were locked around her, the woman crying out her anguish as she rocked back and forth with the young woman’s body.

He could scarcely believe his eyes, she had been alive a mere few hours ago.. Spoken to him, gleefully. Overjoyed that she was going to take her sister out to–...

S’tchuma’s ears pinned back and his blood red eyes widened as he turned to one of the hunters who had brought the girl’s body in.

“...Vexrha. Where is Vexrha?”

“.. I.. know not, Tchuma..” The Huntress lowered her head seemingly in shame. “She was.. Not present. We saw no sign of her, and people are still looking for her.”

“Oh, Warden..”

He felt his hand grasped, attention immediately sinking to the weeping S’ramaia, who squeezed his hand tightly.

“..O-oh.. Our-.. Our poor little girls..” She sobbed, her head lowering. “..If-.. If Vexrha.. saw this happen..”

S’tchuma frowned deeply, curling his free hand around S’ramaia’s head gently to push her head against his torso, gently brushing his fingers along her hair as he did his utmost to compose himself, despite wanting nothing but to scream out his grief.

“.. Surely there’s a trail? Her flames..”

The Huntress shook her head faintly.

“.. I fear whoever killed Lhevrha.. Took Vexrha.”

The mere suggestion pried another anguished sound from S’ramaia, causing S’tchuma to hush softly at the woman, combing his fingers through her locks continuously in an attempt to soothe her.

Yet how could he soothe such a pain? To lose your eldest and youngest daughter in one fell swoop?

.. No. S’vexrha was not yet lost. They could still find her.

“.. Gather your best trackers, I’ll lead the search.” His gaze moved to S’lhevrha’s body, his features sinking into a sorrowful expression.

The Huntress bowed and disappeared out of the tent, incoherent orders being shouted out. S’tchuma slowly released S’ramaia and moved over to the cot, slowly settling his bare hand upon his lifeless daughter’s cheek. A soft, tormented sound left him, as he found himself unable to truly keep himself at bay any longer - tears slowly brimming up in his eyes. S’ramaia gripped his hand anew, squeezing it tightly before the Nunh turned to face her. He raised his hand and settled it upon her cheek, a thumb lightly caressing her cheek.

“.. We will find Vexrha, Ramaia.. In the meantime.. Could you ensure Lhevrha’s burial is.. seen to?”

The fact they had to bury their child made both of their hearts ache, but S’ramaia’s head sank into a slow nod all the same.

“..W-we’ll find a n-nice spot.. A-and plant her.. f-favourite flowers on her.. g-grave..” She sniffled. “.. P-please.. Find Vexrha.. She-.. she must be so scared..”

“... Warden as my witness, I will not stop looking for her until she is home.”

S’tchuma managed to steel his voice enough to utter the sentence confidently, gaining a small nod from S’ramaia in return. He leaned down to lightly press his lips against her crown before standing upright again, passing another glance to S’lhevrha’s body before he withdrew out the tent.

To simply sit around while others searched for his youngest was not an option, as much as it pained him to leave S’ramaia to grieve without him.

He had to do this, lest he crumbled, too.