Teiran moved with fluid, feline grace through the court. She was a predator at all times, always on alert and in tune with her surroundings. The high, bright, hot sun gleamed off the shine of her coat as she walked at a clipped pace. The outskirts of the court were quiet, unusually so. No bodies hiding in the shadows of alleyways, no one hurrying along the streets as they went from one place to another. Her sage green eyes scoured every road and every corner and wondered where everyone had gone.
Something was not right here.
Something had changed.
The warrior made her way toward center court, past sandstone walls that stood empty of sound or life. She kicked up sand in the empty streets, and it was as though she was moving through a ghost town. Until, that is, she started to hear the clamor of voices. Hushed, whispered words reached through the quiet toward her, alongside higher, more anxious tones. Teiran stepped up to the crowd with sharp, cold eyes and despite her small size, a stature that forced others to move out of her way.
Like a coiled snake anyone feared to touch, they separated before her, giving her space to prowl her way through the bodies. Her gaze swept through the masses, searching for the source of excitement, of dread, of curiosity and wonder. She found it, resting on the sands before Seraphina. She looked over the hawk, bright, and huge, and with piercing golden eyes. It did not move, she had not heard it speak, but the fact that it had she could hear among the crowd.
Teiran stepped forward, unafraid, posture loose but her every muscle screamed for action. She wanted to leap, to pound her way toward her queen and to ask what is happening? Instead, the collared girl walked slowly, oh so slowly, and read the words scrawled on the inside of the scroll that floated in the air where everyone could see it. Inside, her thoughts hissed with the same words that were on everyone's tongues. Divine, gods, Tempus. She did not know how to feel about it.
"What would you have me do?" Teiran asked, finally turning her attention, her whole being, toward the silver woman standing before her. She stood stiffly, a soldier prepared to do whatever was asked of her. She would stay, if that is what her queen wanted, the same as if she would go if it were requested of her. Her job was to protect the court, how and where she did that was up to the one in charge. The only one she looked to. Sera.
"Speaking."
Something was not right here.
Something had changed.
The warrior made her way toward center court, past sandstone walls that stood empty of sound or life. She kicked up sand in the empty streets, and it was as though she was moving through a ghost town. Until, that is, she started to hear the clamor of voices. Hushed, whispered words reached through the quiet toward her, alongside higher, more anxious tones. Teiran stepped up to the crowd with sharp, cold eyes and despite her small size, a stature that forced others to move out of her way.
Like a coiled snake anyone feared to touch, they separated before her, giving her space to prowl her way through the bodies. Her gaze swept through the masses, searching for the source of excitement, of dread, of curiosity and wonder. She found it, resting on the sands before Seraphina. She looked over the hawk, bright, and huge, and with piercing golden eyes. It did not move, she had not heard it speak, but the fact that it had she could hear among the crowd.
Teiran stepped forward, unafraid, posture loose but her every muscle screamed for action. She wanted to leap, to pound her way toward her queen and to ask what is happening? Instead, the collared girl walked slowly, oh so slowly, and read the words scrawled on the inside of the scroll that floated in the air where everyone could see it. Inside, her thoughts hissed with the same words that were on everyone's tongues. Divine, gods, Tempus. She did not know how to feel about it.
"What would you have me do?" Teiran asked, finally turning her attention, her whole being, toward the silver woman standing before her. She stood stiffly, a soldier prepared to do whatever was asked of her. She would stay, if that is what her queen wanted, the same as if she would go if it were requested of her. Her job was to protect the court, how and where she did that was up to the one in charge. The only one she looked to. Sera.
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