Avenging Songbird

“Murderer!” She screams, and makes a swipe for his face with her free hand. She’ll claw out his good eye if she has to. Her guards are pale-faced, unsure if they should draw steel on the mercenary that their mistress has decided to assault. “Monster!”

“Move.” It’s no way to talk to someone. It’s no way to respond. But there’s bile in her throat and anger settled cool and hard in the pit of her stomach. Her fingers burn, clenched tight around her knife. She can hold a weapon, just this once. She has to.

Aaaa I don’t really do the chain things but thank you so much, you’re wonderful too! <3 !

And of course she knows the risks. She’s not a complete idiot. “I have guards.” She mumbles, balling her hands into fists and letting them drop to her sides. “Back that way. I made them wait for me.” She threw a fit until they let her walk for a little on her own. She just wanted a few minutes-- “We’re going to Falconia. It’s supposed to be safer there...”

Theresia grins brightly, nose wrinkling, eyes squinting shut. Aw, yeah. Lady Farnese praised her. It’s a good day.

“See I was with you up until the last part, last time I saw that kind of deal it Went Poorly for everyone involved.”

“-- sometimes a little risk is worth it, to not be looking at walls for a little while.” Just a little while. That’s not so bad, is it?

“burn it all down”

“It’s-- not a very nice story...”