Dead Men Walking

// Rojo is gunna end up as chocobo stew tonight. Here’s a very angry  shirtless Wiegraf for the daily anatomy practice.

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Ovelia forced a small smile, and nodded. “Brigand’s Den is it? I thank you both for your hospitality,” she said, looking first to the woman. The man with them had called Milleu…oh dear. She hadn’t heard the full name. The man’s hadn’t even been said. She wasn’t certain how she was going to pull this off, to at least keep them unaware of her actual station - a station she did not ask for and wanted even less. Besides, who knows how Delita was going to handle this. Had he simply allowed her to leave, it was likely that the event would go public in that case - even if altered. However, if he did not…it was likely that there would be a search for the ‘wayward queen.’

The pair before her were not idiots, she was sure, and if word reached them about a missing, injured queen…what then? Would they use her too? Or would they simply finish her off and leave her somewhere to be found? It would be simple enough either way. She could not begin to argue the ‘pup’ term that the man had used to describe her. 

How telling it was that the idea no longer horrified her as much as it had before the war. The armored woman took a spot in one of the room’s corners, letting herself slide down to the floor in exhaustion. Aegis would be wearing off soon most likely, and she wasn’t certain it was wise to cast it around them. Her murmured prayer from earlier may have not been the best idea either - if either heard her words.

“…So, do you come out here often?” Ovelia found herself asking after moments of awkward silence. It was entirely innocent in her mind, a simple question for conversation with those that she seemed to be stuck with this evening. There was no way she could go back until the morning.

The knight looked to the young stranger. “My sister used this as her base of operations during our revolution. It truly was no different than it is right now as a matter of fact...After it fell, it no doubt had many other inhabitants looking for shelter.” Wiegraf looked around the old shack and found a spot to sit. He examined the young woman they had stumbled upon. She looked familiar somehow, but he could not place where...Either way, it seemed she was of no threat at the moment, however she seemed weak in spirits.

“Are you injured? My sister knows some healing magics if you are in need of them.” Motioning to Milleuda. “However, we cannot offer up much in terms of food. We currently only have enough for the two of us.”

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Ovelia shifted to where she could still stand, but leaning. It wasn’t much but…at least if she were to be killed here and now she could at least be told to have died on her feet with some dignity - whatever she had left to herself anyway. Thank god for Aegis granting her enough vigor to remain standing when she did not feel much like it at all. “I did not mean to give offense and trespass. I had thought it abandoned,” she finally replied, avoiding the subject of who and what she was. The young, former queen had come up with everything but a story to go on. What could she even say of herself that they would even believe?

“My name is Lia, and I was simply passing through and after being chased by fiends had no choice but to stop here. I-It’s only for a single eve! No more!” She looked between the man and woman, noting their similar characteristics - sibliings? Cousins perhaps? How nice it must be, to have family that one could actually depend upon!

A dreadful feeling started in her chest and slide down into the pit of her stomach… If they chose to, they could most likely end her easily enough. While she had learned a bit of defense, they actually looked like they had been through quite a bit.

‘God…please deliver me this night safely into the morning light…’

Wiegraf gripped his sister’s shoulder. “We do not own this land, Milleuda...That we occupied it during the revolution was no different from this girl. We had no place to go...” He waited for her to calm down. God, what was she thinking starting out like this?

He looked towards the stranger once more. “We hold no ill will to you, Lia. But we are a cautious group...and my sister has a short temper.” He sighed, stepping ahead of the younger Folles sibling. “Stand down, I doubt this pup is our enemy...So letting her stay the night can’t hurt us, right? Besides, if she proves to be deceiving us, I’ll let you do the honors of dispatching her.”