The Woman To End All Men

"…When did you get here?"

It probably did look like there was some shady business going on. Crates full Tharja’s questionable materials. For hexes and the like. All of which, was within her custody. The dark mage claimed that the ingredients were fresh and the smell was in Sully’s mind. Yet the stench seemed to be getting worse over time which the cavalier felt it was high time to make a stand.

Several small trips took place to and from the basin. Despite best efforts, her endurance was already wearing thin along with her patience. So Silver’s presence wasn’t welcomed with the usual friendliness.

"Probably not, but it doesn’t really matter. I can’t handle it any longer. The tent stinks. I stink and every damn thing that I touch is beginning to stink." Sully huffed,  a myriad of dried lizards and insects rolled helplessly to the floor as she dropped the crate. "This is one hell of a nuisance, thought about tossin’ them into the river. But I thought I’d do one better and give ‘em a bit of a wash."

Crouching down and gathering the escaping materials back into the box.

"Sure thing. I’ll go. Better being in silence than listening to a two- thousand year old tactician relive her glory days. You probably think I’m a massive liar. Like everyone else in this camp."

Silver exited the tent and started down the mess hall, heaving a sigh and rubbing her temples.

‘Well, that didn’t go well.’

Silver blinked and looked around the camp, then back at the mess hall across the way.

'Of course it didn't go well, idiot. Chiki's this camp's only real source of good storytelling. You're nothing to them. You don't even exist. You were never recorded in the books.'

She grasped the mess tent’s entrance flap, exposing the air around her to brilliant, thick plumes of steam and the smell of porridge from inside before entering.

'I wonder if Marth has to deal with this kind of stuff when he's out of his card. … Nah.'

She shook her head.

There she went as the last comment Silver had said still hung within the air. As of late, it had been a little hard to communicate with her. There were so many references of old that Sully only could get a gist of what she was referring to. However today just wasn’t a good day to test her memory.

If there were a reason to pursue the knight, she would have taken it. But for now, the cavalier desired space and if the other wasn’t going to help her. Then she would’ve wanted her out anyway.

An hour passed and the materials were already cleaned without the foul odor wafting through the air. Sully hoisted a few boxes within her arms, trudging out into the snowy campsite. After a few minutes, her legs buckled beneath the sheer weight. There was only so much time left between getting the ingredients back and Tharja returning from her trip to Plegia.

It took a bit of effort as well as a lot of dragging. But eventually, everything was back to its natural state. The scent of porridge was enough to give her strength to guide the weary soul into the mess hall. Grabbing a bowl, it was then she had noticed Silver. Whether or not the other had any resignation, Sully took a seat opposite

"…When did you get here?"

It probably did look like there was some shady business going on. Crates full Tharja’s questionable materials. For hexes and the like. All of which, was within her custody. The dark mage claimed that the ingredients were fresh and the smell was in Sully’s mind. Yet the stench seemed to be getting worse over time which the cavalier felt it was high time to make a stand.

Several small trips took place to and from the basin. Despite best efforts, her endurance was already wearing thin along with her patience. So Silver’s presence wasn’t welcomed with the usual friendliness.

"Probably not, but it doesn’t really matter. I can’t handle it any longer. The tent stinks. I stink and every damn thing that I touch is beginning to stink." Sully huffed,  a myriad of dried lizards and insects rolled helplessly to the floor as she dropped the crate. "This is one hell of a nuisance, thought about tossin’ them into the river. But I thought I’d do one better and give ‘em a bit of a wash."

Crouching down and gathering the escaping materials back into the box.

"Euugh. When I said I was used to things like this, i didn’t mean 20- foot long fucking lizards with 600 teeth! This is creepy!"

"And Henry’s already creepy enough. Tharja outright scares the living daylights out of me.

'Oh, but Silver. You're dead. how could she in any way, affect, curse or hex you? You should be able to out do her!' you argue.

Don’t ask. I’m sure everyone in camp feels the exact same.”

She grabbed the wand’s handle with her fingertips and jumped off the crate, joining Sully by the basin.

"Yes. I’ve fought Ice Dragons that could make your heart stop with a couple of breaths. Yes. I took the first strike on Medeus. No, that doesn’t mean that I don’t fear anything. That little part of me that’s squeemish just came out.

It happens. How horrifying.”

She gave Sully a sarcastic glance and grabbed a bottle of soap to their left on the shelf, scrubbing down the crystal wand with a wash cloth and gloves.

"I’ll be glad when we’re out of here. I’m starving. Percy needs a bit of a brushing, too, and I need to brush up on my lance work. I haven’t done anything with it in a while…"

Silver paused for a second, noticing Sully in the mirror.

From what the cavalier could gather, the woman before her had been driven to hysteria from the sight of Tharja’s supplies. The incessant chatter about being dead as well as killing dragons and striking someone from stories was beginning to grate some gears. Bragging rights aside, She scooped the lizards out of the basin and into their respectful crate.

Eventually she found herself on her hands and knees, making a clicking sound with her tongue. Beckoning the larger reptiles over so that they could get their turn. Although the complaints from the other soldier had made them suspicious.

There seemed to be a little halo of sunlight around the Khan's head as she spoke these words of praise. Even Sully had to look twice just to check if her eyes were the ones playing tricks. Flavia's words seemed to echo throughout the hall - almost strengthening the bond in the hint at the gesture.

"I wouldn't have put it better myself. To the path ahead!"

The cavalier reached for her hand and gave it a firm shake.

"…When did you get here?"

It probably did look like there was some shady business going on. Crates full Tharja’s questionable materials. For hexes and the like. All of which, was within her custody. The dark mage claimed that the ingredients were fresh and the smell was in Sully’s mind. Yet the stench seemed to be getting worse over time which the cavalier felt it was high time to make a stand.

Several small trips took place to and from the basin. Despite best efforts, her endurance was already wearing thin along with her patience. So Silver’s presence wasn’t welcomed with the usual friendliness.

"Probably not, but it doesn’t really matter. I can’t handle it any longer. The tent stinks. I stink and every damn thing that I touch is beginning to stink." Sully huffed,  a myriad of dried lizards and insects rolled helplessly to the floor as she dropped the crate. "This is one hell of a nuisance, thought about tossin’ them into the river. But I thought I’d do one better and give ‘em a bit of a wash."

Crouching down and gathering the escaping materials back into the box.

"Mind explaining why we’re playing around with Tharja’s er… interesting equipment, again?” Silver asked, trying to not squirm around in jitters as she plucked a very large, mottled spider off of her arm; egg sac and all. “I know for a fact that she’d blow apart your asshole for lugging all her stuff into the bathroom, but, really?”

She backed a ways away from all the eery, creepy crawly creatures lugging and lumbering their way towards her. They ranged from the female spider from earlier that had 20- some odd eyes, to lizards as large and long as the sink pipes in her old house, with two rows of equally sharp teeth to boot. Silver scrambled onto a stack of heavy, large crates and armed herself with a play wand that somehow found its way into the tent. It was most likely one of Tharja’s baby shower gifts for Noire (*infant, not… whatever*) from some unknowing and uncaring schmuck that thought all magic was fairy- based prissy sparkle shit.

"It’s funny. Way back when, Dark magic wasn’t as diverse as it is now. I haven’t seen, and I really— back! Back! Get away!"

Silver poked a lizard that was trying to claw its away up the stack of crates in the eye with the wand before continuing.

"I really don’t know how you guys can just keep going back and forth through the Outer. world. with. all. this. stuff!" She smacked ans slashed away at another large spider, poking out a few of its eyes. The wand was covered in guts and goop, so she’d have to make it a point to wash it.

Immediately.

Tharja would never forgive them both.

Scooping up the smaller lizards with a paddle, Sully dropped them into the soapy sink. There were a few hisses from beneath the bubbles. For a few minutes they continued until they waded through, seeming to finally enjoy themselves.

"Didn’t think you were the type to be squeamish about these sorts of things." Replied Sully as she corralled the insects into a small pot. "Would’ve thought you had gotten used to them. Since there's Henry as well."

Some of the creatures themselves were dangerous in their own right, with poisons as well as great strength at their arsenal. They were mostly docile due to the hexes placed upon them. It was a saving grace really. Wiping the sweat off her brow, the cavalier leaned back upon the paddle.

Glancing over at the other woman who was flailing with a child’s wand to frighten/beat the wildlife away.

The cavalier found herself stuck in a rather stiff position, where she didn't know whether to bow or just extend a hand. After all, the woman before her had a tremendous presence.