As tea and light comments were exchanged, as well as enjoyed, Devon felt a thought from Kieran bang against his head. He wasn't sure why he was being asked about the matter when it seemed fine to him. 'I guess it wouldn't hurt, but you should be asking him, not me. Rhys isn't my responsibility...it's not like I'm in a position to give permission or even an opinion on the matter. We need to find help wherever we can and we still need to make sure the girls feel in control, after all they need to help on their own, it's not up to us to making choices for them.' He considered thoughtfully, still unsure if Rhys or Anabelle were invested or even interested in the fight that Devon and Keiran were taking on. The plan wasn't well constructed yet but in time, it might look better in Kieran's mind.
For now, they needed to buckle down and prepare for whatever needed to be done. Just then he felt more tumultuous thoughts crashing against his head. And from what Devon could pick up, they were dangerous folks. He couldn't believe that someone, let alone a group were attacking such a place. Well, he could. But he just didn't want to think about it. He thought about his friends, like Urkwia and he hoped they would be alright. He knew anyone with magic in their blood would be called to fight, and he would be happy to assist the defense as well. But then again, leaving Kara and the girls would be stupid. He wasn't sure what to do, if they came with him, they'd be a liability but if they hid, their survival rate would surely dwindle.
Devon stood up and helped usher the ladies into the kitchen, his heart rate was up and he knew people needed help. He could help stop some of the attackers with his mind but he'd do better pinpointing their location, if they were hiding or using sneaky tactics. He wasn't one for battle but right now, he was ready to fight and defend his homeland. Ana was surprisingly quiet and he feared she was crawling further into the shell she was making for herself. She probably sensed Kieran's sudden connection with Rhys. It was a bit obvious to him but he was a mind reader. Most Healers were empathic and could sense and relate to everyone else's feelings. He knew things were hard on Rhys but he felt bad since it seemed like she was being thrown aside.
And now Rhy's peas were only making him more angry.
He had tried to be calm and patient with Rhys, that hadn't worked. He tried giving her space, that didn't work either. He had no idea what to do with her except give some tough love because they had no time to be sitting around, trying to make Rhys feel comfortable. "Can't you see there's an attack going on?! There are people dying outside! Dying to protect you and everyone else in this wonderful city! Your power is your responsibility! If you don't want to kill Ana and Kara. control yourself, stop thinking you're not capable because you are, you're capable of so much and the fact that you're too shy or afraid pisses me off! You have the opportunity and the damn talent, what you're lacking is passion. Stop fearing your power and embrace it. You've got great potential but a lousy perspective, if you want to stop panicking and doubting yourself, that would be great. I have to go fight, Kieran if you can stop worrying about Rhys and let her handle the situation, I could really use your help!"
With his rant over with, he ran off to go do just as he said. Rhys didn't like him, that was fine with him. She was uncertain about her power, that was fine with him. But when she cried about it when she could be practicing discipline, that's what bugged him. He hated people with talent that wasted it away. Seeing some magicians shy away from their skills was awful. Devon loved what he could do and while it might take Rhys and Ana time to get a handle on their skills, they could at least start trying rather than breaking down. He was pretty sure Rhys wasn't the girl Kieran saw. They needed fearless people with heart, ready to defend the innocent and change the world. He ran along the streets and stopped to help defend a mother with her son who seemed to have been ambushed. His weapons weren't on him but he managed to grab a rock and use it.
Meanwhile, Ana glanced to Rhys and just stepped down and curled up. She wanted to go home. She felt alone and useless. She wondered where her mother was. She was probably healing people. Ana wondered if she'd be of some use, if she couldn't use her magic, she could try and use her common knowledge with medicine. Of course there was the issue of not knowing what was what in the fantastical world but she would figure it out. Wiping her eyes, she got up and got back out of the hidey hole. "I'm going where I'm needed, I can sit around and feel homesick and lost or I can help heal the wounded. You should stay here and hide." She said to the woman. She had no real words for Rhys at the moment, since she didn't know her well enough to advise her on staying or coming along. She wished she had someone like Devon who was passionate about helping her.
She grabbed a few pieces of cloth, as well as a knife and some other tools she could use to patch people up. The knife could work as a weapon as well as a surgical device Ana wasn't sure where she was going but sitting around, on the verge of tears, out of fear and anger, wasn't how she wanted things to end. "By the way, the flame thing is pretty cool. I mean hot." She smirked and headed out the door. She hurried down the street and hear people yelling. Smoke and blood mingled in the air and she took a quick left and found a man clutching his chest. It appeared he had been stabbed pretty badly. "You're alright now." Anabelle said and helped him the side behind a few stacks of flour so she could work on him, with some sort of camouflage. "I need to remove your shirt to assess the damage." She said, wishing she had some water to clean the wound. She cut the shirt and slipped it off him.
It was pretty bad.
But that didn't matter, what matters was the man in front of her, not statistics. "My name is Ana. I can help you." She smiled and began to dab the wound with one of her cloths, as well as stop the bleeding. If Rhys had tagged along, she wondered if she could do anything about the lack of water, but for now, there were more important things on her mind, like making sure the man didn't go into shock or get an infection.
For now, they needed to buckle down and prepare for whatever needed to be done. Just then he felt more tumultuous thoughts crashing against his head. And from what Devon could pick up, they were dangerous folks. He couldn't believe that someone, let alone a group were attacking such a place. Well, he could. But he just didn't want to think about it. He thought about his friends, like Urkwia and he hoped they would be alright. He knew anyone with magic in their blood would be called to fight, and he would be happy to assist the defense as well. But then again, leaving Kara and the girls would be stupid. He wasn't sure what to do, if they came with him, they'd be a liability but if they hid, their survival rate would surely dwindle.
Devon stood up and helped usher the ladies into the kitchen, his heart rate was up and he knew people needed help. He could help stop some of the attackers with his mind but he'd do better pinpointing their location, if they were hiding or using sneaky tactics. He wasn't one for battle but right now, he was ready to fight and defend his homeland. Ana was surprisingly quiet and he feared she was crawling further into the shell she was making for herself. She probably sensed Kieran's sudden connection with Rhys. It was a bit obvious to him but he was a mind reader. Most Healers were empathic and could sense and relate to everyone else's feelings. He knew things were hard on Rhys but he felt bad since it seemed like she was being thrown aside.
And now Rhy's peas were only making him more angry.
He had tried to be calm and patient with Rhys, that hadn't worked. He tried giving her space, that didn't work either. He had no idea what to do with her except give some tough love because they had no time to be sitting around, trying to make Rhys feel comfortable. "Can't you see there's an attack going on?! There are people dying outside! Dying to protect you and everyone else in this wonderful city! Your power is your responsibility! If you don't want to kill Ana and Kara. control yourself, stop thinking you're not capable because you are, you're capable of so much and the fact that you're too shy or afraid pisses me off! You have the opportunity and the damn talent, what you're lacking is passion. Stop fearing your power and embrace it. You've got great potential but a lousy perspective, if you want to stop panicking and doubting yourself, that would be great. I have to go fight, Kieran if you can stop worrying about Rhys and let her handle the situation, I could really use your help!"
With his rant over with, he ran off to go do just as he said. Rhys didn't like him, that was fine with him. She was uncertain about her power, that was fine with him. But when she cried about it when she could be practicing discipline, that's what bugged him. He hated people with talent that wasted it away. Seeing some magicians shy away from their skills was awful. Devon loved what he could do and while it might take Rhys and Ana time to get a handle on their skills, they could at least start trying rather than breaking down. He was pretty sure Rhys wasn't the girl Kieran saw. They needed fearless people with heart, ready to defend the innocent and change the world. He ran along the streets and stopped to help defend a mother with her son who seemed to have been ambushed. His weapons weren't on him but he managed to grab a rock and use it.
Meanwhile, Ana glanced to Rhys and just stepped down and curled up. She wanted to go home. She felt alone and useless. She wondered where her mother was. She was probably healing people. Ana wondered if she'd be of some use, if she couldn't use her magic, she could try and use her common knowledge with medicine. Of course there was the issue of not knowing what was what in the fantastical world but she would figure it out. Wiping her eyes, she got up and got back out of the hidey hole. "I'm going where I'm needed, I can sit around and feel homesick and lost or I can help heal the wounded. You should stay here and hide." She said to the woman. She had no real words for Rhys at the moment, since she didn't know her well enough to advise her on staying or coming along. She wished she had someone like Devon who was passionate about helping her.
She grabbed a few pieces of cloth, as well as a knife and some other tools she could use to patch people up. The knife could work as a weapon as well as a surgical device Ana wasn't sure where she was going but sitting around, on the verge of tears, out of fear and anger, wasn't how she wanted things to end. "By the way, the flame thing is pretty cool. I mean hot." She smirked and headed out the door. She hurried down the street and hear people yelling. Smoke and blood mingled in the air and she took a quick left and found a man clutching his chest. It appeared he had been stabbed pretty badly. "You're alright now." Anabelle said and helped him the side behind a few stacks of flour so she could work on him, with some sort of camouflage. "I need to remove your shirt to assess the damage." She said, wishing she had some water to clean the wound. She cut the shirt and slipped it off him.
It was pretty bad.
But that didn't matter, what matters was the man in front of her, not statistics. "My name is Ana. I can help you." She smiled and began to dab the wound with one of her cloths, as well as stop the bleeding. If Rhys had tagged along, she wondered if she could do anything about the lack of water, but for now, there were more important things on her mind, like making sure the man didn't go into shock or get an infection.