In This Fight || Nalla/Dylan
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Dylan looked around the secreted tavern, wondering if, like the temple, she didn’t belong. Actually she knew she probably didn’t, but she wanted to. This was what she wanted to be a part of now, a cause she could believe in, as she once believed in the military system she and her family had served for so long. She sighed and looked down into her ale, watching the small bubbles reach the surface and pop. Nothing would be the same again, she mused. And if that was the case, she was sure she’d chosen the right side (even if it did take her longer than it should have to truly make the change). She looked up and around at the people surrounding her - these were the people she’d sworn an oath to protect; only now she’d have to do it in something other than a uniform.
She spotted the tall, pale fighter on the other side of the bar and asked the bartender for another ale, the largest he had. The mug he pushed over was hefty and the foam ran over the lip and down the side as Dylan walked it over. “Hey, I uh, hear congratulations are in order?” she said, her voice rising, unsure what it was for. But of all of them she’d sensed a particular kind of camaraderie with this one, despite the goliath’s understandable reticence toward Dylan. She held out the large stein. “I’m sorry I don’t know what it’s for, but congratulations.”
Leaving the others alone for a bit, Nalla grabbed herself an ale and found an empty table. She couldn’t stop thinking about George’s response. She didn’t know how she had been expecting him to respond, but using the group stones was exactly the kind of thing he’d do. Which of course meant she had to explain to the others what was happening. There were congratulations to be had and then they moved on. But not her. Not completely at least. She knew the that elated feeling in her chest would stick with her for quite a while.
A new, yet increasingly familiar voice interrupted her thoughts and Nalla turned to see Dylan next to her. “Oh thank you!” She drained the ale she’d gotten for herself and gratefully accepted the one Dylan had brought over. It occurred to her in that moment that Dylan didn’t have a stone of her own, so she didn’t hear George’s message. “I uh...well I just got engaged actually.” She chuckled softly, the words still feeling foreign to her.
Nalla allowed herself a few moments to look Dylan over. She hadn’t trusted the woman at all at first, maybe she was a spy sent to convince them to lead her to Lex. But after the fights they had and Dylan’s eagerness to jump in, Nalla found herself starting to have feelings of trust toward the other fighter. She gestured to one of the empty seats at the table and smiled at Dylan. “Care to join me? You mentioned having a wife didn’t you? And kids?”












