@ofnobilites ( ft. elia & nymor )
Leaning against a wall, back pressed firmly to the cool stone in the depths of the shadows a woman waited keenly scanning the faces in the crowd and among the masses. Dark eyes made a careful inquiry of each face, mapping it into memory if they were a stranger and if not Elia watched still; the vigilant viper coiled and ready to strike if any one presented themselves as a threat. Thus far the people who gathered here were an uninteresting lot offering little excitement or much of any hint of danger to them. How had she allowed herself to nearly shuffle off her mortal coil and lose so many men to these people? There was a dull ache in her chest from a woman still slow to fully heal and profoundly lucky to be alive. The ache though wasn’t for muscles that snapped back to full strength. It was the longing to see someone who was more than a friend and regarded as less then he deserved to be to her. Elia watched for Nymor.
The great sword Dawn which she had carefully watched over since it was stripped from a knight rested in Elia’s possession - sent to her by his mother. She’d made sure it was cared for because Elia cared for the person she’d helped earn his way to it. How hard had they trained together - how close were they? Close enough the Daynes knew where to send his sword for when he eventually earned it back. Nymor was more than a swordsman as she was more than her knives. Clearing her throat loudly the lord of Starfall would know her whistle or the glint of white teeth in the shadow before she stepped out of the place she was concealed. "Did you think I wouldn't be here to greet you after all this time, Dayne? I will admit I was half tempted to pick your pocket to see if you were still as fast as I remember with your reflexes" Elia smiles holding out her hands. Hug her. She'd missed the fool man more than she had realized enough to have waited here at the gates even if both existed under the dornish sun but opposite sides of the country - focused on their return to strength and such. "Hug me, friend. "