eyes are shut as her head leans back into a wall where the paint is chipping erratically across it. For a girl born into a lavish world with servants and galas and crowns, she was always so comfortable in the world she now found herself in, maybe it was the three years on the run or the lenient societal standings they were in, here she was not a dead lady of the house neidr, here she was ryn who could kill a man with a flick of her wrist, who spends the nights quietly playing the violin. She enjoyed this life more than her last.
A crystal dagger lays in her lap, as she hums a little song to herself, staying back while cory and mags went out to search through the house was not the most amusing but she had the boy to tease and talk to. Yet, she had forgotten all about him and the world around her when his voice broke through the silence. Ryn’s eyes slowly reopen and they take a second to readjust to be able to even just see his form. Cracking her neck she stands, sliding the dagger into her sheath against her leg, making her way through the dirty old house to look out the slightly cracked window before shrugging. She doesn’t like being forced into this small house but, she understands it. Though she understands his want to explore more, it seemed to Ryn that everyone else was searching for something in the ruins of ahembur, while she was just there, nothing to look for just tagging along.
“I don’t see why we can’t just go and come back. Leave a little note and disappear for a bit.” She grumbled, she liked her group but the rules sometimes got on her nerves. Turning so her back is against the window frame she sighed. Fingers run over the cuff of her sleeve as she finally looks at his face. The elvish features were hard to ignore, even his grey eyes were odd to her but she had grown used to the joltyn man, except for the robot girlfriend he had which she thought was extremely absurd. “Then let’s go find him.”
the once lush landscape of the kingdom of ahembur had long been replaced with the rolling desert winds of the newly formed terrain. the light had this strange glow to it, as if the rays that shone from the sun here were actual parts of the sun. they seemed to be full of gold. when one was directly exposed to it, it left a residue of golden flecks on their clothing. he wasn’t even sure how deep they were into the kingdom when it began this sort of thing. and the boy could only ever see these small miracles as a sign of the gods, which one he was unsure of and it was something he was determined to find. among true believers, it was known that there was an entry way here, where the gods would visit, that ahembur had once been where they resided ------- for the gods pick the most powerful place in the kingdom to call their home. and seeing as there had not been a new palace of the gods that had appeared, so one could only assume they had remained in the fallen ruins. afterall --- ahembur was so strong, that none returned from their journeys there... so in a way, it was still the most powerful place in the realm.
a hand lingers on the windowsill for a moment, eyes longing for the outdoors before his attention returns to the woman sitting in the ( darkened corner of the room ). shrouded by the shadows of the tall bookshelves and other furnishings, she quite well fit the perception that most anyone would have of an assassin... and the hesitation to tell the woman the truth of why he would like to leave lingers. it causes a hitch in the boy’s breath. as if he needs to ( reevaluate ) --- of course he thinks of this every time there is something to say. maybe he wants to go outside alone and it’s the fact that she’s said we in her statement instead of you. what if he doesn’t wish to bring a companion with him ? he’s already become irritated enough with the virtual intelligence that serves as his companion, and she is programmed to be exactly to his taste, or hwo he had described his ideal woman when he had ordered her. though of late, he was unsure if she still fit that mold, or if his opinions of people had simply changed due to his time with others.
but lets go find him catches his attention, and he can almost feel ears twitch a little at the noise, as excitement begins to course through his veins. “ are you sure ! that they would be alright with us ? just leaving without telling them. ”
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