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@amara-chase
"You call that amusing?" Eva arched her eyebrows. "It is unrealistic and pathetic." She growled.
"It's amusing in the sense that it is unrealistic and pathetic." She glanced at everyone else in the crowd. "And because everyone else is falling for it."
The news didn’t bode well for Holden. It was unsettling to hear how, no matter what he attempted, nothing was satisfying the people. It gave him an excuse: desperate times required desperate measures, and he was surely desperate. “Has the King given you any orders?”
"These are our orders: patrolling the streets and do our best to keep peace." Amara thought that they were ridiculous. If anything the presence of a knight might make matters more tense. No one likes knowing they're being babysat after all. However, she couldn't think of a better alternative. "I have already broken up a fight or two."
"Excuse you?"
Alycia glanced at the girl, regarding her coldly. “I gather you’re a knight? If so, I suggest you become better at lying.”
"What does being a knight have to do with lying? Aren't we supposed to represent the truth and honesty of our law and king?" She thought she did fairly well to hide her sarcasm. Still, it was one of the reasons she looked up to the knights as a child and in her heart, maybe it still held some claim.
"I hope it is nothing serious."
"These days everything is serious." Almost annoyingly so, if Amara was being honest with herself. She didn't understand why the Keep was turning into more of a fighting ring lately, but it annoyed her to no end.
"No… You’re mistaken. That’s not possible… My father—he can’t be dead." Astrid’s voice tremulated with a mix of anger, anguish, and disbelief.
"I'm sorry, truly, and I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes, but he is dead." Amara looked down at the floor, not knowing what else to say. They were not trained on how to console a grieving person.
Her bloodied form, covered in bruises, abrasions, and all manner of cuts - were each from a small blade, or someone’s terrible, harsh hands during the riot in the streets. Someone.. please.. she thought, eyes flickering closed.
It was madness. People pushed and shoved others around as fists flew and screams echoed in the streets. She entered the street with several other knights, but she lost them in the chaos. Her sword was unsheathed and she had to kill two men already for trying to attack her. Blood dripped down her blade which was enough to deter most men in coming to her. She tried to get as many people to safety as she could, and warned all women and children to stay away. She found a woman on the ground and rushed to her side. "Miss! Are you alive?" She placed her hand over her mouth to check for breath.
She that Wields Great Weapon (Open)
"This land unseen by we who come from far north, this land not well known; we wish to see land, to know land we do not…"—she that rode in front, she that was followed by women and men, those with war-mind and battle-cunning, brought her horse to stop before the girl—"…We are here; seeing land."
She looked about her. She was seated high on horse, and was as watcher on tower, one who scans horizon from east to west, from north to south, observing the many things which happen below and far away where sight ends.
If battle became this place, if in air great war cries were heard and stamp of hoof, and hit of arrow, and slash of sword, if these became this place, then she would fight knowing trees in forest, roads in ground, hills in distance. She would direct, would give true command, and those who heard with obedient ear would go. And she would know this land well, and direct, give true command, well—and death would follow where those she led went.
"If you want to get to know the land, you've got to do more than just see it." She placed her hand against the trunk of a nearby tree, putting most of her pressure on it so that she would sway as much. Blinking, she did her best to focus only on Theron.
"These woods has been my home for my entire life and if you want to truly know it, then you need a guide to show you." A thought told her that it would be in bad taste to show the potential enemy all of the secrets of the Knights Woods, but Amara figured that since her and her people were there in peace, she should do the peaceful thing and show them around. She would definitely not show them all of her hiding places though. She had to have somewhere to hide if things got sour, after all.
She turned her attention to her horse for a minute, placing a hand on his neck before remembering that he needed his leg tended to. She remembered Theron saying that they bred horses where they were from, but she was too proud to ask her for help. However, perhaps one good deed deserved another. "My horse is injured. If you can help him, then I can show you the woods."
"Definitely not to be hacked to death by a Knight and her sword." Taran didn’t flinch when the woman gripped the hilt of her weapon and, in fact, her first instinct was to compliment the Knight on her quick reflexes. She was almost cat-like. "I was just out for a walk and I’d realized I’d seen you before, a week ago I think when my comrades and I performed for you." Taran repeated a few memorable dance moves from the routine. "I tend not to forget rare sights and a woman in the ranks of the Vitello Knights is a rare sight."
Amara inspected the woman in front of her, not confident enough to lower her guard, but she decided to go on a gamble and release her grip on her sword. She grazed her hand over the knife in her belt before nodding. "Yes! Yes I remember. You were amazing." She found their dancing a great distraction from everything that the knights have been forced to deal with lately. She smirked slightly and shrugged. "Yes, I'm aware. It is an unfortunately rare sight. Still, I can beat most of their asses."
Holden hadn’t been counting on seeing any of the knights out and about. He clutched the cloak around himself a little tighter, and he slipped the vial he had been holding into his pocket. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I…” In a flash, he created a lie. “I wished to see how tensions in the Keep are faring. As a knight, you must have some idea to the mindset of the people.”
"Lord Holden," Amara said once she recognized him, immediately releasing her grip on her sword. She noticed that he slid something into his pocket, but she didn't mention it, figuring that she didn't have the right. "They are tense, milord, even among some of the knights. Many don't know how to handle everything."
"Do I look as if I am amused by this charade?" Eva hissed, looking at the dull scene in front of her. Romance plays have never been her favourites.
"Honestly, milady, it is very amusing. After all, in what world can a man get a girl by saying that," Amara said glancing around at the other girls who were fawning over said words. She was trying not to make herself go insane as she was forced to watch over the Argo family.
When will people realize that just because I am a priestess I do not magically have a cure for this illness.
It'd be nice if you did though.
"Excuse you?"
"Obviously, it was something. Come now — I promise I’ve heard much worse today.”
"It was..." She trailed off, not wanting to repeat the words that slipped out of her lips. "I was just saying how beautiful it was today," she lied.
Night blanketed the Keep as Amara made her rounds through the generally empty streets. The drunken men and prostitutes kept their distance from her as she passed. She didn't care enough to run after them. She paused for a moment as she heard something--or someone--behind her. She gripped the hilt of her sword and spun around on her heel. "What do you want?"
"I do not remember letting you in my chambers. What is so urgent that it could not wait until morning?"
"I was sent here to make sure that you were safe. There is some unrest in the streets." She smiled weakly. "You can pretend I'm not even here."
"Excuse you?"
Alycia scowled at the individual, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. “What did you just say?”
Amara took a step back, not realizing that she said that out loud. "Nothing, milady," she said shaking her head.
Into the Woods || Illias & Amara
"And mine isn’t Rivers for nothing," he called out to her, not paying too much attention to where she was but more to where they were going. The forest passed in streaks green and brown, and all the while, laughter from the pair traveled around him. Finally, he caught sight of the river and ran straight towards it, diving into the chilly water without a second thought.
As she ran, Amara felt the freedom of the forest completely overtake her. She could always let go when she ran, letting all of her frustrations out as she pushed herself to go faster. Nothing was as liberating for her than running. She managed to keep up with Illias, neither of them getting the lead until the last length of their race. However, she couldn't tell who hit the water first as she jumped into the river with him, laughing as she did so.
Into the Woods || Illias & Amara
"In that case, maybe I will tell everyone else that. I could deal with a few less people in the Keep.” Out here, he could breathe. Out here, he was free. In the Keep, it was stifling and crowded and had a way of making Illias feel infinitely small.
"You’ll lose," he said in agreement, thankful for the distraction. His eyes locked on the subtle deer path in front of them that would take them to the river. Without waiting for anymore words or rules or introductions, he shouted one word and began running: "Go.”
Amara laughed softly, shaking her head at him. She had to agree that even thinking about the Keep tended to make her feel claustrophobic, but she was starting to grow used to the chaos within the city. After all, keeping yourself hidden was one of the first things she learned as a hunter and doing that is the Keep was simple.
"I doubt it," she said with a little smirk. "My surname isn't Chase for nothing." She glanced between him and river, the distance long enough that sprinting the entire way was not an option. As he said go, she took off, laughing to herself.
