The snow had not stopped Teiran from performing her rounds. If anything it forced her to be even more vigilant than ever because she had no idea what sorts of creatures or people would be seeking shelter from the strange weather. She needed to ensure the court's safety, even if that meant trudging through a snow covered desert. That's how she found the hoofprints, huge as they were, leaving mammoth sized craters in the snow. Sage green eyes traced their path and she followed them to the canyon, and directly to the entrance of the Colosseum. Stepping lightly, prowling as a lioness might, Teiran entered. Shadows fell over her rose hued body as she kept to the darkness ringing the outer edge of the structure, cold eyes watching. The soldier was expecting a foe, not a friend. Always expecting a foe. She saw Torstein instead and she was not sure which category he fell under. Teiran recalled bits and pieces of his presence. He had been there when the Davke had attacked; she remembered his hulking form in the streets. She thought, perhaps that he had family but he'd disappeared for a long while. When exactly had been the last time she'd seen him? She could not remember and as far as Teiran was concerned abandonment did not make him her friend. For awhile she merely watched him, not considering how such an action might be reacted to. She was watching when the strange spines on his chest parted, revealing his beating heart and she thought what a vulnerable thing—a stupid, vulnerable thing. She thught it would be all too easy to put a dagger in it, bared open to the world like that. A small part of her, the part that had been educated and enjoyed it, was curious. The rest of her could only wonder why. Regardless, Teiran would not do such a thing, not without reason at least. "You might be careful with that," she said, voice echoing off the high stone walls as she stepped closer to the center ring. The cold made Teiran stiffer, more mechanical, and despite the way he so obviously towered over her, how one small kick from his hoof could break any of her bones, she had no fear of him. "Unless you prefer to expose your weaknesses so readily." She stopped and looked at him, sage green eyes sharp as a hawk's. |
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