Deametis Tarac

@deametis

✚ Occupation: DracoMancer ✚ Magical form: Snow Magic ✚ Race: WoodElf

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A Fool’s Errand

Dea felt foolish for not considering these details herself. Of course they would require horses, or some means of transport to allow for a quick escape. Dragons were, of course, out of the question, since they would probably do more harm than good. But horses were clearly necessary for their plan. She had gotten so caught up in the excitement of what they were planning, that she had failed to consider how they would accomplish it. Thank god she had Darqa here, to nudge her back in the right direction. Even still, she grimaced, hoping that this oversight wouldn’t reflect too poorly on her.

“Well of course we need horses. Do you really think that I hadn’t considered that?” She hoped that Darqa wouldn’t call her out. “There’s a large stable, just on the outskirts of town. I’m sure they wouldn’t notice if a couple of horses went temporarily missing. We can load up Maia’s horse with provisions: food and weapons. I will bring a large satchel of water, to use in case things get hairy. I suggest that you also spend tonight gathering necessities, and we can meet back here tomorrow morning. What were you thinking of brining?

“No, of course I know you thought of it, too!” Darqa crossed her arms over her chest defensively, feeling somewhat wounded that Dea thought she didn’t trust her planning abilities. “But Loriente always says that it’s super easy to lose track of small details when you’re excited, and I want to make sure that we can rescue Maia without any complications. So, like, better safe than sorry?”

If their endeavor went wrong they’d be in so much trouble, Darqa knew – if maybe not even outright dead. And the repercussions both outcomes would mean for Maia…she didn’t even want to think about it. No. Dea and her were going to think this through properly even if it did mean that they would lose a couple of hours to planning, but it would pay off super well because then their rescue mission would hopefully go off without a hitch.

Darqa nodded along as Dea told her about her own plan with the horses, and said, “That’s a super good idea, loading up Maia’s horse for the way there. I wouldn’t have thought of that!” As to what she was thinking of bringing along herself? It was a good question, and she spent a moment deliberating it. “Weapons. Maybe a spare armor set for Maia if we have the room. Mostly I was thinking of taking along lots of medical supplies, just in case. How light do you want us to travel?”

Better safe than sorry. Dea rolled these words around her mouth, a subtle shame building as she traced each letter with her tongue. Darqa was neither trying to criticize her nor gain an edge of superiority. No, she was simply looking out for their friend – which is precisely what Dea should have been doing if not for her damn pride. Why did it have this habit of flaring up at all the wrong times? If Maia died – a thought that Dea tried to force from her mind – it wouldn’t matter who suggested what. And getting Maia out alive was all that really mattered now.

“Those are both excellent ideas. We definitely need to pack medical supplies, especially since we have no idea what sort of shape Maia will be in when we find her.” Dea cringed at the thought. “Do you know where we can get the bare necessities on short notice? And as for armor, I have some supplies that we can bring for Maia. The materials are fairly lightweight, so they shouldn’t pose a significant burden. I think that we should err on the side of caution and pack more than we need, simply because we don’t know exactly what we will need. In a pinch, we can always ditch unnecessary supplies before heading home.”

She paused for a moment, racking her brain for any other considerations. “I was thinking that we should aim to arrive sometime after midnight, that way we can scope the place out quietly. What are your thoughts on that?”

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Can’t shoot the messenger | Dea and Lass

Dea felt the presence more than anything. It was an eerie feeling: quite unlike seeing or hearing a nearby being in that it lacked decisiveness. She couldn’t pinpoint a sound or glimpse a figure in the shadows, but nonetheless, Dea knew that someone was there. It was as if her body could calculate the precise amount of free space that a room held, and had identified that there was suddenly less of it.

She sat up in her bed, and rubbed her eyes. Perhaps this feeling was nothing more than a lingering nightmare. After all, she’d been having a lot of those recently. But no, the more she awakened, the more she felt it. It pushed against her, smothered her. It filled the room with a suffocating unknown, a widening question mark that Dea couldn’t fight. She glanced around, squinting through the darkness for what had to be there. “Hello?” Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Is someone there?”

Just as she was about to try for a third time, a sudden movement caught her eye.

Lass had been watching, waiting, because it wasn’t as if she had other more important things to do. Right? Though she could’ve not waited and maybe spin a conversation with her former lover’s sister, though he wasn’t sure how Misha would react to her presence. It wasn’t as if they had never bonded throughout the long time she had been alive, but she didn’t dare. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was a god thing, and Misha had already been claimed.

She moved forward after a while, not… not out of spite, she didn’t mean to scare the girl, but.. well, she didn’t have a good reason. She just had some letters that needed dropping off, and the sooner she got to that, the sooner she could go back to… doing nothing, she guessed. Oh, this Shini thing was getting worse.

‘Hello Deametis. I don’t think you know me, but I have a letter from your dear friend Maia. I’m Lass Hetrix,’ she introduced herself and held the letter in front of her.

Dea stared incredulously at the figure before her. She had all but convinced herself that the presence was nothing, that it was little more than her mind playing tricks on her in the darkness. And barring that, she thought that it could be Darqa, eager to embark on their heroic adventure. But not this. She was prepared for anything but this.

“You…you’re one of them, aren’t you?” She recognized the name from her father’s book-stacks, and of course she’d been hearing the whispers of similar happenings. All the same, she was having trouble rationalizing what was happening before her eyes. “You’re not real. I mean you are, but you’re not, right?” Her mind started to spin. Why would this spirit appear with a message the night before her rescue mission? Was this some sort of prophecy? “Pardon me if this sounds rude, but why would Maia send a Shini to deliver me a message?”

Lass cocked her head, close to laughing, but she didn’t. She loved seeing what confusing appeared on the young woman’s face, and nodded. ‘I’m one of them,’ she agreed, but she already knew there was no other person she could possibly be. ‘I am very real, excuse you,’ she said, touching her own shoulder, and walking closer so she could nudge the woman’s shoulder. ‘Very real, see?’ she smiled warmly.

‘Because the Knights won’t do it for her, to be honest. It is pretty easy as a Shini to walk from one side of the war to the other. And I visited her, purely by coincidence I think not, but no matter, she asked me, and I accepted. Do you want to have your letter?’ Lass grinned.

As soon as the initial shock wore off, Dea’s etiquette returned. She blushed, certain that she had offended the Shini with her bluntness. However, before she could even begin to rephrase her question, the woman’s face cracked into a warm smile. Dea too cracked a grin, grateful that she could now focus on the situation, whatever this was, instead of wasting her time on apologies and whatnot.

And it was a good thing that they had moved beyond manners, because when the Shini offered the letter, Dea could hardly contain herself. She swung out, almost reflexively, all but tearing the paper from Lass’s hands. At the last possible second, however, she managed some restraint, pulling back just as her hand grazed the envelope. “Pardon me,” Dea stuttered, trying desperately to keep her voice level, “but in all of this excitement, I seem to have lost my manners. It’s just that I care very much about Maia’s fate. How is she? And please, can I have that letter?”

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A Fool’s Errand

“Thank you!” Dea could scarcely contain her gratitude. It wasn’t just that she was thankful for her friend’s help – that was a given. It was that Darqa clearly shared her apprehensions about this new king. It had been strange listening to Varamadras, and all of his unfounded optimism. In fact, she had almost, for a split second, started to doubt her own resolve on the matter. But now that she was here listening to Darqa, she felt more certain than ever.

“We leave tomorrow, if that’s fine with you.” Dea didn’t wait for a confirmation though, but rather rattled on excitedly. “As for a plan, I’ll be honest when I say that I don’t have the intricacies ironed out. I still have my Knight uniform from the previous undercover mission, and I suspect that it will come in handy. As for your clothing, we can procure some costume when we arrive at the location. I’m not sure what the prison looks like, but I imagine that if we can get inside – hence the need to don Knight costumes – we can suss out any weaknesses in the system. Does that work for you?”

Dea’s motivation and eagerness was super infectuous – why hadn’t anyone else thought of a plan like this yet? A rescue mission was so damn obviously the answer to all problems, and it was only for a single brief moment that Darqa considered the notion that they might fail. But that moment was enough. Maia’s life was on the line here, and no matter how eager the two of them were to rescue her, they would need to think this through carefully.

With a small frown she hid very quickly – not wanting to curb Dea’s enthusiasm – Darqa considered her friend’s words. “Well, what you have so far sounds pretty good, and I think it’ll work! Still, I think we should probably at the very least have a plan for a way out if things go wrong. I mean, I don’t think anything will happen,” she quickly amended, shuddering at the thought, “but we also can’t help Maia if we’re, like, lying in a ditch or something.”

Pondering the issue for a moment, Darqa quickly decided, “We need horses, mainly. If we could get a dragon to help us out that would be ideal, but I don’t think that’s happening – so, horses. Very quick ones, and an extra one for Maia. We could leave them at a meeting point outside of the city?”

Dea felt foolish for not considering these details herself. Of course they would require horses, or some means of transport to allow for a quick escape. Dragons were, of course, out of the question, since they would probably do more harm than good. But horses were clearly necessary for their plan. She had gotten so caught up in the excitement of what they were planning, that she had failed to consider how they would accomplish it. Thank god she had Darqa here, to nudge her back in the right direction. Even still, she grimaced, hoping that this oversight wouldn’t reflect too poorly on her.

“Well of course we need horses. Do you really think that I hadn’t considered that?” She hoped that Darqa wouldn’t call her out. “There’s a large stable, just on the outskirts of town. I’m sure they wouldn’t notice if a couple of horses went temporarily missing. We can load up Maia’s horse with provisions: food and weapons. I will bring a large satchel of water, to use in case things get hairy. I suggest that you also spend tonight gathering necessities, and we can meet back here tomorrow morning. What were you thinking of brining?

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A Fool’s Errand

For a second, Dea actually felt foolish. Darqa would never betray her trust – at least not deliberately – which made the whole swearing to secrecy thing seem juvenile and unnecessary. That said, this mission was too important for her to take even the slightest of chances.

“I know, I know. Look, it’s just super important that word of this never gets out to anyone, lest Varamadras find out.” She winced at the possibility. “Anyhow, obviously you know by now that I was with Maia when she got taken. Even though it wasn’t my fault, not even in the slightest, I can’t help but feel like it’s my duty to rescue her. I’ve already spoken with Varamadras about this, but we didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on the matter. He told me that he plans to wait this one out in the hopes of reaching a trade agreement with Deas. I don’t share his optimism about the new king, so I’m somewhat less inclined to just wait.” She paused for a moment, unsure if she’d left anything out. “So yeah, do you want to help me rescue Maia?”

“My mouth is a sealed–uh, something that’s super sealed when it’s sealed. He won’t find out from me,” she promised, raising her hand to rest above her heart. Her usual exceptions to any kind of secret deals were Juvion and Maia, mostly, but with Maia gone and Juvion…not quite present in the capacity she’d like, either, Darqa vowed to herself to take this secret to the grave.

“Do you really need to ask?” Darqa questioned once she’d listened to the full of Deametis’ proposition. Or confession. What exactly it would be would depend on how this all turned out, she supposed. “Of course I’m helping you. If Varamadras wants to wait for the stupid Knight king to get off his ass he’s welcome to, but, like, it’s a Knight king? Him doing something good for us is as probable as dead people coming back to us in a cloud of sparkles – what I’m saying,” she huffed, “is that I like your plan. A lot. When do we leave? Do you have anything planned yet? Do you need my help with anything?”

She was so damn ready to rescue Maia, now that someone had actually proposed the idea. Any repercussions they could worry about later, when Maia was safe and back home.

“Thank you!” Dea could scarcely contain her gratitude. It wasn’t just that she was thankful for her friend’s help – that was a given. It was that Darqa clearly shared her apprehensions about this new king. It had been strange listening to Varamadras, and all of his unfounded optimism. In fact, she had almost, for a split second, started to doubt her own resolve on the matter. But now that she was here listening to Darqa, she felt more certain than ever.

“We leave tomorrow, if that’s fine with you.” Dea didn’t wait for a confirmation though, but rather rattled on excitedly. “As for a plan, I’ll be honest when I say that I don’t have the intricacies ironed out. I still have my Knight uniform from the previous undercover mission, and I suspect that it will come in handy. As for your clothing, we can procure some costume when we arrive at the location. I’m not sure what the prison looks like, but I imagine that if we can get inside – hence the need to don Knight costumes – we can suss out any weaknesses in the system. Does that work for you?”

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Can’t shoot the messenger | Dea and Lass

Dea felt the presence more than anything. It was an eerie feeling: quite unlike seeing or hearing a nearby being in that it lacked decisiveness. She couldn’t pinpoint a sound or glimpse a figure in the shadows, but nonetheless, Dea knew that someone was there. It was as if her body could calculate the precise amount of free space that a room held, and had identified that there was suddenly less of it.

She sat up in her bed, and rubbed her eyes. Perhaps this feeling was nothing more than a lingering nightmare. After all, she’d been having a lot of those recently. But no, the more she awakened, the more she felt it. It pushed against her, smothered her. It filled the room with a suffocating unknown, a widening question mark that Dea couldn’t fight. She glanced around, squinting through the darkness for what had to be there. “Hello?” Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Is someone there?”

Just as she was about to try for a third time, a sudden movement caught her eye.

Lass had been watching, waiting, because it wasn’t as if she had other more important things to do. Right? Though she could’ve not waited and maybe spin a conversation with her former lover’s sister, though he wasn’t sure how Misha would react to her presence. It wasn’t as if they had never bonded throughout the long time she had been alive, but she didn’t dare. She didn’t know why. Maybe it was a god thing, and Misha had already been claimed.

She moved forward after a while, not… not out of spite, she didn’t mean to scare the girl, but.. well, she didn’t have a good reason. She just had some letters that needed dropping off, and the sooner she got to that, the sooner she could go back to… doing nothing, she guessed. Oh, this Shini thing was getting worse.

‘Hello Deametis. I don’t think you know me, but I have a letter from your dear friend Maia. I’m Lass Hetrix,’ she introduced herself and held the letter in front of her.

Dea stared incredulously at the figure before her. She had all but convinced herself that the presence was nothing, that it was little more than her mind playing tricks on her in the darkness. And barring that, she thought that it could be Darqa, eager to embark on their heroic adventure. But not this. She was prepared for anything but this.

“You…you’re one of them, aren’t you?” She recognized the name from her father’s book-stacks, and of course she’d been hearing the whispers of similar happenings. All the same, she was having trouble rationalizing what was happening before her eyes. “You’re not real. I mean you are, but you’re not, right?” Her mind started to spin. Why would this spirit appear with a message the night before her rescue mission? Was this some sort of prophecy? “Pardon me if this sounds rude, but why would Maia send a Shini to deliver me a message?”

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Can’t shoot the messenger | Dea and Lass

Dea felt the presence more than anything. It was an eerie feeling: quite unlike seeing or hearing a nearby being in that it lacked decisiveness. She couldn’t pinpoint a sound or glimpse a figure in the shadows, but nonetheless, Dea knew that someone was there. It was as if her body could calculate the precise amount of free space that a room held, and had identified that there was suddenly less of it.

She sat up in her bed, and rubbed her eyes. Perhaps this feeling was nothing more than a lingering nightmare. After all, she’d been having a lot of those recently. But no, the more she awakened, the more she felt it. It pushed against her, smothered her. It filled the room with a suffocating unknown, a widening question mark that Dea couldn’t fight. She glanced around, squinting through the darkness for what had to be there. “Hello?” Clearing her throat, she tried again. “Is someone there?”

Just as she was about to try for a third time, a sudden movement caught her eye.

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Chess for One | Open

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Ah, now there’s the acerbic wit I know and love tolerate. Although I must say, you seem dour even by your standards. What’s going on?

Nothing is going on. And contrary to everyone’s belief I too get tired of being on my best behavior every second of every day.

I’m not sure that it’s your tiredness that strains belief, but rather the fact that you consider yourself immaculately behaved. If that’s the case, I doubt I’m alone in saying that I’d hate to see you let your guard down. Although maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be so uptight – every second of every day, as you put it.

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Chess for One | Open

markusarcain

Oh no, I see the irony. I just don’t really care all that much about it considering i wasn’t to keen to even have this conversation in the first place. So i guess you can say I’ve been apathetic.

Ah, now there’s the acerbic wit I know and love tolerate. Although I must say, you seem dour even by your standards. What’s going on?

#markusarcain #deametis #convo

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Chess for One | Open

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Nope. It’s more like I can’t be bothered with interacting with sarcastic know-it-alls, but thanks for that fabulous guess.

You don’t even see the irony in that last bit, do you? Ah well, some things never change. How have you been?

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A Fool’s Errand

Darqa studied her friend and made no attempt at all to hide her curiosity at what her friend might want from her. Dea looked super unsure but also really determined, which was an odd mix and on top of that one Darqa didn’t see on her a lot. It must be something terribly serious, Darqa figured, and it weirded her out a bit that Dea didn’t just come out and say it – what was it that needed this unusual level of confidentiality?

“Don’t treat me like a child,” she eventually huffed, but without much bite behind it. Too much curiosity had always been one of her weaknesses, and whatever Dea wanted to talk about would probably be a super good distraction to keep Darqa from thinking too much about Juvion. Leaning close to Dea, she whispered,“And of course I promise. What’s up?”

For a second, Dea actually felt foolish. Darqa would never betray her trust – at least not deliberately – which made the whole swearing to secrecy thing seem juvenile and unnecessary. That said, this mission was too important for her to take even the slightest of chances.

“I know, I know. Look, it’s just super important that word of this never gets out to anyone, lest Varamadras find out.” She winced at the possibility. “Anyhow, obviously you know by now that I was with Maia when she got taken. Even though it wasn’t my fault, not even in the slightest, I can’t help but feel like it’s my duty to rescue her. I’ve already spoken with Varamadras about this, but we didn’t exactly see eye-to-eye on the matter. He told me that he plans to wait this one out in the hopes of reaching a trade agreement with Deas. I don’t share his optimism about the new king, so I’m somewhat less inclined to just wait.” She paused for a moment, unsure if she’d left anything out. “So yeah, do you want to help me rescue Maia?”

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Chess for One | Open

No. I don’t need a partner. I’m perfectly fine playing by myself.

Mhmm, I’m sure you are. Can’t lose that way, right?

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A Fool’s Errand

There had been plenty of time for Dea to script her proposition, to phrase and rephrase exactly how she would ask Darqa to join her. And yet now that she was here, standing before her would-be partner in crime, she struggled with where to start. All of the confidence that she’d felt leaving Varamadras’ place had dissipated, and she finally understood how outlandish, if not outright dangerous, her plan truly was. What if Varamadras caught wind of this disobedience? And what if she only made things worse for Maia? Was it honestly worth it?

“Darqa, I need to speak with you about something really important.” She sprung quickly into chatter, to spare herself those difficult questions. “I mean it. This is serious. Before I even start, I need you to first promise me that you won’t mention anything to anyone. What I am about to say here is strictly confidential.” Dea’s eyes darted furtively around the room before at last steadying on her friend. “Can you do that for me?”

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A Modest Proposal || Dea and Varamadras

varamadrasitaul

He wasn’t sure whether he had completely settled the situation, but he surely had made it vanish from her mind for now. He had been clear, there was going to be no mission until the matter could not be resolved peacefully. And he was very much hoping for peaceful negotiation of their prisoner exchange, but given the situation, he was very much unsure of what would happen.

‘Take care,’ he said, without much emotion. Whether she felt horrid after the news or not, he did not care for. He would not allow his Mancers to give themselves up for rescuing one of their own, and dying in the process. She would come to accept that one way or an other.

Dea barely heard his final utterance over the pounding of her heart, over the sound of ideas racing through her mind. Although she’d always had a slight proclivity for rashness (she had no problem admitting this fault to herself), she’d never before dared to disobey their leader. In fact, she tended to behave in a prudently imprudent fashion: only behaving abruptly when it was safe to do so. But this was different. She had worked herself into such a state that, in her mind, rescuing Maia was non-negotiable. It had to be done, and it was she who must do it. Besides, surely all would be forgiven once she executed the mission, and returned the Mancers to their deserved position of power. And Dea knew precisely who she could call upon to help her achieve this.

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Do puppies make you sad?

What kind of question is this??? Do you know me at all?

What's your favorite childhood memory?

My childhood was certainly a happy one, at least by thestandards I’ve become accustomed to, so it’s difficult for me to chose a singleprecious moment. That said, since you’re asking me to do just that, I’ll haveto go with my trip to The Frozen Lake. We took that trip, just my father and I,after I’d completed about half of my training at Morto, which meant that mymagical abilities were decently well honed by that point. It was the perfectopportunity for me to flex my muscles and put my training into action. Andfather was especially impressed with the snow chateau that I constructed forour stay. It was a lovely mix of magic and innocence, and an experience that Ioften revisit in my mind. Especially in trying times such as these.

A Modest Proposal || Dea and Varamadras

Dea cocked her head sideways, shocked that Varamadras had actually taken her words into consideration. She had been certain that he would see past her reasoning, and right through to her selfish motives. And if not that, her mild outbursts, those flickers of fiery tempter, should have buried her case. Not that his response was any sort of victory, mind you. It wasn’t an absolute go-ahead, free rein to do as she pleased with this rescue mission. But it wasn’t a no either, and at the moment, that was as good as she could have hoped for.

But what if this feeble compromise was only meant to placate her? Her sense of victory faltered. What if this “maybe” was simply meant to get her out of his hair so that he could follow through with this trade as he pleased? No, she wouldn’t allow that. She would remain persistent. This was her mission, after all – regardless of what Varamadras thought.

“Thank you, good sir,” she purred, “for taking my concerns into consideration.” Despite her fears, Dea was careful to not let her impetuosity get the better of her. She was hardly in a position to be making rash demands right now. “And when might you have a better sense of how to proceed? I understand the need to bide our time, but for how long?”

varamadrasitaul

For a moment, he considered his plan had succeeded, the woman thanked him, and with that he he thought to have concluded their deal, being able to return to work, and worry about this rescue mission once the time was right. But it seemed a daughter of Tarac wasn’t easily content. She continued on questions that he feared no one was able to answer, and he wasn’t sure how to make that clear enough for her that she would not knock on his door around every single day to hear if there were any changes.

‘I fear I do not know, Deametis. I don’t have a clear time frame when what will happen. At the moment the next move lays with the enemy, once they have created an action, things might proceed. But I can asure you that if word reaches of anything that might be valuable to you, you will hear of it. Until then, I will request from you to bide your time, however long this may be,’ he said, and hoped he was clear.

Any optimism that Dea had felt suddenly vanished. She felt like the air had been let out of her – not in the quick prick of a balloon, but rather the painful sting of a collapsed lung. This was not a compromise at all. No, it was merely a baseless promise meant to appease her, meant to buy Varamadras time while he proceeded with his actual plan. For all of the false hope she’d held just seconds ago, this truth was now clear as day.

“I understand.” Dea spoke without a hint of irony in her voice, for indeed she did understand. She understood his true intentions, and in turn what she had to do. “Thank you for your time, Sir.” And with that she turned on her heels and strode out. There would be no backward glancing now.

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A Modest Proposal || Dea and Varamadras

varamadrasitaul

The Demonlord notched an eyebrow and looked quietly at the young woman. He wasn’t sure if she meant to insult him one way or another. He kept his quiet. Convincing Deametis that maters such as this were not solved with violence was going to be harder than he expected. But he was hardly the man who listened and agreed with other people, he did listen of course, but he knew best. After all, that was how he had been winning over the years.

She, however, managed to hit the right note. To hit what had been making him doubt as well. Hit turned his head so she couldn’t see him, and bit his lip, aware of his own feelings on the matter. Then he turned back, a glint in his eyes. ‘I’ll make you a deal, Deametis,’ he said, still on his stripes when it came to the act of violence. ‘You want this mission to happen, but as of now, it would be impossible without seeming to act too vengeful. At this moment, that’s not what will help Maia in her prison. But if there is any indication that we can’t trust King Deas, than I’ll give the mission a go. Will this suffice?’

Dea cocked her head sideways, shocked that Varamadras had actually taken her words into consideration. She had been certain that he would see past her reasoning, and right through to her selfish motives. And if not that, her mild outbursts, those flickers of fiery tempter, should have buried her case. Not that his response was any sort of victory, mind you. It wasn’t an absolute go-ahead, free rein to do as she pleased with this rescue mission. But it wasn’t a no either, and at the moment, that was as good as she could have hoped for.

But what if this feeble compromise was only meant to placate her? Her sense of victory faltered. What if this “maybe” was simply meant to get her out of his hair so that he could follow through with this trade as he pleased? No, she wouldn’t allow that. She would remain persistent. This was her mission, after all – regardless of what Varamadras thought.

“Thank you, good sir,” she purred, “for taking my concerns into consideration.” Despite her fears, Dea was careful to not let her impetuosity get the better of her. She was hardly in a position to be making rash demands right now. “And when might you have a better sense of how to proceed? I understand the need to bide our time, but for how long?”

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