#tacetfinem

[menphinaalthyk]

There is a light knock on the door, Ria standing and watching her mother busy herself around the house, picking up this or that, straightening something else. Apparently they had a party the night before, guess it was a good thing that she spent the night at someone else's house.

Menphina was humming a tune as she picked up after their guests. Couches had shifted. A couple of cups had appeared here and there - when she had been sure that she had gotten rid of them when the last guests departed. Hearing a knock on the door, her ears straightened. Spinning around, the goddess’s face lit up and her smile widened. Fluffing one of the pillows, she sets it down on the couch. Striding toward the door, she pulled her daughter in for a hug. “My little one finally graces me with her appearance. I had been expecting you to join us last night.”

[trutinansiusto]

@tacetfinem

Traveling alone was lonely. Well, of course it was, that was the definition of ‘alone’, after all. But for some reason, it felt empty even with Justice muttering sullenly in the back of his head about being misunderstood. Of course they’d done the right thing. He had gotten too tired to argue.

He knew he should stay out of it, when he saw some Templars following a dark-haired girl that looked completely lost (and most likely an apostate), but...Maker damn his altruism, and bless Him that he doesn’t have a staff right now.

“Hello, dear!” He says loudly, sidling up next to her and taking her arm. “There you are! I was looking everywhere for you; it’s not safe to be in the wilds on your own. There are bandits, you know.” He lowers his voice to a stage whisper. “Or Templars, five of them, been following you for about an hour. Play along and they’ll leave us alone.” Good enough a warning, he decides, and tugs her slightly down the path to the nearest town. “Come on, let’s go find somewhere to stay the night.”

[leminscatus]

“Who did this?”

                                 Injury Meme || Accepting

          The Lalafell shrugs, one gloved hand coming up to wipe a glowing hand across her swollen lip as she looks away.

          “No one important.”

          All that matters is that they’re not insulting anyone anytime soon. Especially not her friends.

[trutinansiusto]

"Who did this?"

He winces, blinking at the young woman blearily, trying to focus. “Templars, of course,” he mutters, his hand lighting up to try to heal his injuries, even if that might be ill-advised. He’s not sure where he is at the moment, after all. “Who else would decide it’d be a fun diversion to beat the crap out of a mage?”