‹ TO INDULGE IN MYSTERIES, BOTH LETHAL & THRILLING; ‘twas her most clandestine pet fad. Mayhap one lacked the patience to carter to whatever riddles the MONASTERY held & yet she had not been far from following in their esteemed warrior’s footsteps / a metaphor, or perhaps more of an allegory: wandering where she had stood, gazing onto the daunting edifice which cast its shadow across the wildly-sprawling fauna – ever threatening, she reckoned, filled to the brim with all matters unimaginable; aye, to indulge in mysteries whilst attempting her utmost to find a cure for ever racing thoughts [& guilt, aye, do not forget what made you seek solitude to begin with].
Upon returning, most villagers in a settlement close by hardly paid her any mind. Why, creatures of any shape & form oft trod these lands, eager to make a fortune out of rubble & debris. ‘twas only too common to see her distant kin. Why, observations had been made / names memorized & labeled according to people’s respective use. Here, a treasure hunter who lacked common sense yet had most exquisite taste in wine / there, an assistant tired of his professor’s unbearable haughtiness, oftentimes returning alone to sell stolen goods / yonder, a widow ever eager to share meat & drink for but a little company; aye, she had learned to get whatever she required with but a handful of words.
Resting close to the local, rather petite inn [a crammed bar, more likely] the archon was certainly the FIRST to notice; cue a single wave of stout right, brisk steps carrying one across the perimeter. – an adventurer? Nay, a pirate & a man at that, judging from a rather DEEP voice. Alas,all “sight” could determine was fatigue / agony / looming death. Fluctuating aether; twisting & turning akin to a ravished animal / there, she kneels a single hand risen to quickly conjure what would seem like a cure spell; to quench the bleeding, to save a certainly DEAR life. Idle fingers set against [what she would deem] the shoulder to grant him some form of halt.
❛ ‘tis quite the gash, I am afraid; aye, stitches won’t do. ❜ ever chiding, ever oh so BLUNT in her approaches, she performed yet another flick of fingers / to access more advanced magicks, blind glare narrowing beneath furrowed brow. ❛ – steady now. I would rather not have death claim yet another fool. ❜
THE FEELING OF HER HEALING POWER , applied to the rather deep gash that had been inflicted upon his left thigh in his fight for the treasure , had certainly calmed the nagging pain that said wound had caused around his entire body , giving him a sense of relief compared to the urgency of his previous situation . Sure , putting weight on his leg still hurt , but at least he wasn’t bleeding out . While he was more of a realist than an optimist , it didn’t stop the sky pirate from attempting to see the good in his situation here and there , and this time , he was lucky to have met he mage while he still had blood left in his veins .
❝ UNDERSTOOD . I’M NOT one to argue with the professional , after all ~ . ❞
HER VOICE WAS RATHER BLUNT , yet like her cat-like appearance , was certainly reminiscent of his partner in crime Fran . He watched the mage at work , understanding absolutely nothing of the movements she created with her palms , yet the increase in the healing effect that he felt throughout his body led him to the conclusion that the spell from before had been changed to one of a higher magical potency , and judging by her mention of the rather abhorrent word death , he wasn’t exactly keen to find out exactly what would have happened had he not come across the woman for emergency treatment . Nevertheless , he steeled himself for the next brunt of the woman’s medical aid . He felt ever so slightly faint from the blood loss , so he opted to sit down on the ground to avoid a nasty collapse -- it was then when he noticed her eyes as he looked up at the woman from below , near seeing his own reflection in her ice-white eyes .
❝ I MUST ADMIT , I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes quite like yours before ~ ! ❞
