Don't pretend you wanna change
Don't you see the mess you made
Forseti knew what closed gates meant; they kept the populace in, and kept intruders out. It signified some sort of war, whatever that fight may be about, and silently she wondered what sort of situation she recently dropped herself into by finding Novus. It didn't actively appear that there was a war; no call to arms, no battle regimes readying themselves in the midst of it all. Everything quite seemingly was peaceful, if not all a little confusing for her. But she supposed that getting over that little aspect would take time, just as all the other places did.
The sun beat down in chill winter air and she began to wait rather impatiently stuck on the outside of the great wall gates. She traced their pattern in the metal over and over until her eyes found the ice-born man and she soon realized that he had found her, too. She appeared to call him over with that golden gaze, her sights upon his frozen body perhaps irking him enough to find out what she wanted. But it wasn't her that he moved to, it was ignorant group of guards who hadn't even noticed her presence.
He was striking in his command, his reprimands, biting into them with a coldness that might've sunk deep beneath their flesh. It seemed that way, since they jumped into action and without a second's thought cranked the groaning gate open to allow her to pass. Interestingly enough they spoke not one word to her as she passed into the (where was she? she didn't know) busy streets of merchant stands, partially shocked to see that the kind unicorn merely wanted to leave as quickly as he went to help her.
With brilliant maroon cape snapped securely around her chest, she made motion to follow him. Though, why, she didn't know. She possibly felt some inkling of gratitude, of debt, of needing to express such feelings. But she wasn't even sure how to process such emotions; was it out of line to follow someone who was clearly discomforted by... whatever was around them? Should she even attempt to go to him when she couldn't simply pinpoint what bothered him? It could have been her.
But she pushed past the doubt and continued to close their gap anyway, keeping wings tightly tucked and trying to look as least intimidating as possible (she couldn't be too careful). "You are... kind." She spoke out to him, her voice drifting in the spaces and the deeper chill in the air that emanated from his skin. She paused, trying to sift through all the manners she had seen others give as thanks. "I am grateful for your help. They seemed to... fear you."
She almost had it.
The sun beat down in chill winter air and she began to wait rather impatiently stuck on the outside of the great wall gates. She traced their pattern in the metal over and over until her eyes found the ice-born man and she soon realized that he had found her, too. She appeared to call him over with that golden gaze, her sights upon his frozen body perhaps irking him enough to find out what she wanted. But it wasn't her that he moved to, it was ignorant group of guards who hadn't even noticed her presence.
He was striking in his command, his reprimands, biting into them with a coldness that might've sunk deep beneath their flesh. It seemed that way, since they jumped into action and without a second's thought cranked the groaning gate open to allow her to pass. Interestingly enough they spoke not one word to her as she passed into the (where was she? she didn't know) busy streets of merchant stands, partially shocked to see that the kind unicorn merely wanted to leave as quickly as he went to help her.
With brilliant maroon cape snapped securely around her chest, she made motion to follow him. Though, why, she didn't know. She possibly felt some inkling of gratitude, of debt, of needing to express such feelings. But she wasn't even sure how to process such emotions; was it out of line to follow someone who was clearly discomforted by... whatever was around them? Should she even attempt to go to him when she couldn't simply pinpoint what bothered him? It could have been her.
But she pushed past the doubt and continued to close their gap anyway, keeping wings tightly tucked and trying to look as least intimidating as possible (she couldn't be too careful). "You are... kind." She spoke out to him, her voice drifting in the spaces and the deeper chill in the air that emanated from his skin. She paused, trying to sift through all the manners she had seen others give as thanks. "I am grateful for your help. They seemed to... fear you."
She almost had it.
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