Carantathraiel

Wanderers

Ysaryn turned her head when she heard footsteps, classifying the steps as Ed's before he appeared. "Morning." She greeted in return, watching him as he grinned and mentioned he'd slept wrong. As he repeated the plans for the day, the elf nodded. "Yes, I recall." She said in the common tongue. "I would enjoy to know Amria." Ysaryn responded. "Is now the time to take a scene of detour, however? We have violence to meet." She pointed out with a smirk.

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As Gavin answered, Ruli nodded, respecting his decision. "He'd plenty of controlled environments as far as combat goes. Ysaryn is a terror on her own to spar with." Ruli grinned to Gavin. "And, I'll admit, if anything goes wrong, I would appreciate your help. But you are to stay close to me, do you understand? Or we're both dead, either by enemy hands or Envy's."

As Kire strolled in, he glanced at her over his coffee cup, taking in her armour and her sword. As she glanced his way in return, he met her gaze. "Am I supposed to take your armour and sword when I play your decoy, or will any shiny armour and weapon make do?" He wondered.

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Ysaryn chuckled at his response, relieved he seemed to answer the challenge, rather than shy away from her for being too much of one. She smiled at him, watching him for a moment before she, too, looked back out the window. Cold and difficult for battles, but beautiful to watch. Ysaryn decided she liked the snow for all it offered. Challenges and beauty. Just like the warrior beside her.

"Ah." Ysaryn sighed when he asked about all that had happened. She told him as much as she decided was worthy of sharing. From the growth of the city and her devious part in its new name, to her business in the neighbouring city now and then, to a new recipe she'd picked up from watching the Ziadi cook.

By the time she'd finished, they were both quiet, their sleepiness weighing on them. Ed offered for her to join him in the library, but she declined politely, not wanting to blur the line yet. Even if she wanted to. To press herself to that body. Ysaryn watched him leave, admiring his gait, before she followed, making her way to her own bedroom, glad to find that it was quiet.

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Ruli's eyelids were heavy as he lay in her bed beside her. He'd only just caught his breath, his skin still moist beneath her heavy blankets. By the sound of her breathing, Kire had fallen asleep already. He didn't mind. It was part of the reason he came in here, to let them both stop thinking about the nearing war and sleep.
Sleep. Ruli sat up and bent to gather his clothing. He needed to sleep, and he'd told her he'd leave before morning. So he crept back to his room, closing the door silently before falling into his own cold bed to sleep.

Far later than he intended, too. He rose to see the windows were light with morning and he groaned, pushing himself up. He fixed his hair, changed his clothing, and shoved his feet into his boots and went downstairs. With a passing 'good morning' to Ysaryn, who was folding into a chair in the great hall, he dashed outside and made his way to Daryll's.

"He's right." Ruli said, his nose and cheeks red from his rush through the morning snow. He was wearing his jacket, the collar pulled up close to his neck. "Gavin, you've more than redeemed yourself for what Ikegai forced you to do, and made yourself a better man then the Gemini name carries here. You've been integral." Ruli turned his head, realizing he'd passed all the coffee urns.
"I slept in, I'm sorry, I'm going to grab coffee." He said, turning to leave the chamber again.

He returned a few minutes later, holding his steaming cup close to his body. "It'll be more difficult for me to protect you when the wards are up. I can't Walk you out of harms way. So it'll be that much more dangerous for us both." Ruli pointed out kindly. "So its a good thing we both know how to fight, hm?"

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He had taught Kire, hadn't he? She recalled that. And having sparred with Kire to a draw, she was now far more intrigued about sparring with him. Kire grew sloppy in her unwillingness to lose. Ed, though. Ysaryn's eyes roamed back to him, his muscular form, his warrior's mind.
That would be a treat.

At his brazen offer, Ysaryn chuckled. "Spoken like a noble man." she teased him, genuinely considering the offer. "But no. I think I will wait to see if you survive the fight." She raised her glass in a teasing toast.
As tempted as she was, considering she was being robbed of sleep anyway. She tilted her head to listen, but was blissfully out of range. It would be a pity if they were that fast, anyway.
"Besides, I require no humble servant. I want a warrior."

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Ysaryn tilted her head again, watching him from beneath her dark lashes. "Is that so?" She inquired with a smirk of her own. "I know you are a skilled warrior, but one day I would like to spar with you. I have not seen you fight, really. And I doubt I will get the chance in this next battle."

She sipped her wine again, her eyes moving to the window. "What do you propose, aside from getting the relaxation you so desperately crave?"

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Ysaryn chuckled when he caught on, raising her shoulders indifferently. "They don't know either. Even if its clear to others, I think." she grinned at him, tucking her hands in the warm sleeves. "I also like your hair. Many of you have just jeweled hair."

As he told her to wait, she fell quite grinning wickedly when he returned with wine. "I am a fool, then." she sipped hers, nodding her head in thanks. "I am calm in the nights and days before. Speculating does no good. When the fight is before Mexican the smell of blood and adrenalin in the air, that's when I feel it. But not nerves, as much as eagerness."

Her eyes roamed his face when he mentioned wanting rest. Part of her took it literal, and she checked him for wariness. "Perhaps I will demand this tour you compromised me when we win. And you can show me how an Amrian warrior relaxes."

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"Only in trouble if you get caught, hm" she smiled. At his offer to smoke, she shook her head. "Not often enough, but I will pass for tonight. Maybe on our next sleepless night." Ysaryn offered with a small grin.
Which vanished when he asked what kept her awake.

"Uhhh." She stammered. "Well, it's a bit loud, so I thought I would come down for a drink and to watch the snowfall." The elf admitted with a gesture to her sensitive ears. "You? You've been preparing for a long time, and in a recent battle. Does this one make you nervous?"

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He wasn't sure what her response would be. After their failed attempt at a date, and their unspoken assumption that they'd stop trying for ... whatever this was, he was sure she's say no.
But she didn't say anything.

When she grabbed him, Ruli raised his eyebrows, bending to kiss her as she shut the door. Okay. That was answer enough. He bent his legs to wrap his arms around her, lifting her off her feet to carry her to the bed

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It wasn't long after that that Ysaryn opened her eyes. It didn't take long at all for her to figure out what she was hearing, low and muffled as it was. Good for you both. She grinned, amused, and rolled over to try to sleep, her head wedged beneath the pillow.
No use, however.
Giving up, Ysaryn got out of bed and tucked herself into Ed's coat before she roamed downstairs. She could nibble on something, or drink while watching the snow from the window.

Instead, she found Ed.
"Care for company?" she asked as she wandered toward him and claiming the seat across. "Did Kirai not order you to rest?" she asked with a smirk.

Wanderers

Ysaryn didn't hesitate when ordered to go rest, unfolding herself from her chair to direct herself upstairs. Gavin, Daryll, Kire, Ed, they all left, and Ruli remained in his chair for a while, finishing his glass of spiced wine. He'd never really been in a situation like this. Knowing war was coming. Planning for it. Attacks and raid in Ziad had always been unexpected. Prepared for, yes, but they never knew when it was coming.
This was unnerving.

Drink finished, he wandered upstairs to his room and went in, pulling his hair into a bun to sleep. But as he kicked off his boots and lay himself in bed, he found himself unable to sleep. The day was coiling itself in his mind. The plans, the flash bombs, how he'd move as the decoy, how he'd protect Gavin while doing it.
It had only been days. How has Kire been doing this for months?

He got up with a graceful movement and, barefooted, crept to the door. Listening for a moment, he opened it and crept along to hall to Kire's room, where he knocked, then waited.
When her face appeared, he couldn't tell if she was confused or not by his sudden appearance. All he could read was the tension of the day. Ruli inhaled and whispered. "Say no, and I leave." He offered. "Say yes, and no more words will be exchanged between us, and I leave before dawn."

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Ysaryn wrinkled her nose at the term, lost on the phrase 'romantic adventurer', as well. When Myka clarified with the explanation, Ysaryn nodded. "Blood hungry." She agreed, and Ruli smirked at her. Let her have that, he supposed.
He went into the explanation for the group, his teeth chattering. Ysaryn betrayed just how much she'd understood about the war talk and strategies by repeating much of it with accuracy. When it came to war, apparently her mind was a sponge. "We've got m-maps in Daryll's chamber." Ruli went on to answer. "But we'd appreciate more eyes and advise on where to move. Where y-your map?"

When they were fetched by the guards later on, Ruli and Ysaryn had a much better grasp of where to move throughout the grounds. He kept Gavin beside him, mindful to keep him informed, as they would be side by side if the younger man agreed to join. He was somewhat relieved Gavin was still so apprehensive. As they joined Kire and her cousins, the tension in the air was almost visible, much of it emanating from Kire. They demonstrated the flash bomb, and Ruli shielded his eyes, but focused his attention on it, watching for odd side effects. When none occurred, he sighed. "Yeah, we can make several extras, now that we have the recipe down." He answered.

With the council members firmly dismissed by the empress, Ruli was relieved to hear they'd be returning to the manor, where at least the fires kept the place warm and the wind out. He'd suffered through far less that she and the cousins had, and even he felt like he needed a drink. Upon arriving at the manor, he shuffled toward the nearest fire, listening as everyone declared they'd be resting. It would be wise, considering the long day that tomorrow and after would be.

But Ruli went instead to Daryll's workroom, his mind unsettled, and he bent over the maps with Myka's information in mind. "You know with Daryll's equipment," Ruli added to Gavin when they crossed paths. "should you agree, I could collect enough of your blood and leave you far from danger. I'm sure Elva has some anticoagulant somewhere." He looked over Gavin's face. "You could be here, far from the war, but still doing your part to help. Put that into consideration, as well. Whatever you decide."

By dinner, he'd regretted not napping, and he picked tired at his food. Ysaryn, having clearly napped judging by the way her hair sat against her head, was likewise quiet and pensive. Mentally preparing the for the storm of violence she'd unleash. Kire, too, was lost in her thoughts, making dinner a rather somber thing to sit through.

"Preparations are mostly complete." Ruli answered when asked. "A few things to fine tune, but will be better done closer to the palace grounds." He took another glance at Gavin, offering a small grin in encouragement. Whatever he decided, Ruli would make sure he would be safe. "Tomorrow morning we'll make a few more of the flash bombs, and the rest just has to wait."

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As the empress hinted that the younger of the Froheim children weren't welcome, Rogvar, the youngest, turned and left without hesitation. Hans, the thirdborn raised a finger. "I recall hearing all those who are—"
"Out, Hans." Ulrich ordered. His son gave him a dark look, looking annoyed at being excluded, but he followed his younger sibling reluctantly. Ulrich watched them leave, then glanced at the elder two, his expression one of warning. Good behavior, or they'd be ordered to leave as well.

"Any reason I shouldn't be?" Ysaryn asked, and the tone of her voice made Ruli glance over warily before he took his seat where directed. Ysaryn sank into her own, folding her legs and clasping her hands on her lap, all while slightly angled in her usual, feline slant.
As Daryll broke into a nervous explanation of the gist of their plan, Ruli listened, though on occasion helped answer questions when Daryll looked to be tripping over the words. He could tell Ulrich and the others were wary about their plan, considering the amount of magic it involved, but the helpful comments of Narda and Kire, at least, helped prevent the lords from dismissing the idea outright.
It was necessary if they wanted to get close.
"It should." Ruli added to Narda when she mentioned preventing the dolls from exploding. "The magic within them will be neutralized, so the gems will be nothing but marbles. If it works the way I hope, the dolls, themselves, will be neutralized."

When the rest of the discussion and planning filled the room, the trio and Daryll fell silent, having no input. Ruli tried to follow, though was lost on several topics, while Ysaryn hung onto every word. Whether or not she understood it, with the different names for formations and strategies, Ruli didn't know, but she looked involved. Later, she looked almost disappointed when Kire announced they didn't need to be present for the second part.
She was definitely insulted when she caught on that they were to decide which of the hostages would be executed.

Out in the open air, Ruli tucked his arms around him, taking in the view. Amria was pretty, he'd admit that. If they survived this, maybe he'd ask for a tour of his own. He thought to ask Ed if he could join the one he offered to Ysaryn, but thought better of it. Maybe Kire would entertain him for a tour of her country. May as well see what he was risking his life for.
Whats your stake in this? Gavin's question repeated itself in his head, and Ruli sighed, thinking about it. Because they needed it. It was a stupid reason. A stupid answer. Ysaryn all but threatened Kire if she wasn't allowed to join, but he? Whats your stake in this? Kire hadn't even asked for his help. Not directly. But he knew she needed it, so he willingly offered.
Because of her.

He turned his head watching Ysaryn chatter to Myka happily, at ease among the women in the fresh mountain air. How was she so amiable after all that talking? Plotting and planning? Ruli felt tense, and he'd barely understood most of it. Kire had visibly grown impatient and borderline angry several times. He couldn't understand carrying that sort of weight on his shoulders.

As Myka's Wenches dragged Gavin and Ysaryn into conversation, Ruli remained to the side, shivering and thoughtful. Ysaryn twisted, showing off her new weapons, then tilting her head. "I do not know this word. Wash buckler?" She struggled to get the word out. The wind whipped her black-stained hair around, her nose and ears darker from the cold. Still, she managed better than Ruli did, her arms tucked close without the constant shivering.