#celaya002

Notes: sorry this took me so long, let me know if it needs changing

The walk home from the tower was a sobering one. It was just her now. There were no words of cheesy advice coming from the reflections anymore, no sense of him being there watching. It was the first time she was experiencing true privacy and she hated it. What was she now? Before she’d been the human half of a changeling and now… she was just a human. But he’d seen something in her, seen something in Celaya, the Witcher that was no living with them. She must have been there waiting for both of them to come through their doors not knowing that Akanis chose not to return.

Someone needed to tell her and it could only be Ingrid, she wouldn’t let the news reach Celayas ears before she could tell her. As she entered the mansion its halls were deadly quiet which made her footsteps echo and the shifting of her armour even more prominent. Now in the safety of their home Ingrid started to strip off her armour and place it on its stand but struggling to grind the strength to lift the heavy plate over her head in such a way no to aggravate the scar that consumed her cheek.

With: @celayawitcher

Where: Aventia

Akanis was on the edge of the Olympian forces, maybe he should have been more focused on the darkspawn cashing down upon them. His fists ablaze smashing skulls he couldn’t help but notice the woman from the bakery. She was here, slaying the dark with proficiency that a baker shouldn’t have. “Hey! I think I know why you’re not good at baking.” Shouting over the battle field at her, hopefully she’d be able to hear him properly.