#lucianvalkyrie

It was a lot to take in, and Crowe didn’t think she knew the other Glaive well enough to be told such personal information. It left her with some questions, but Crowe did not feel it was yet appropriate for her to ask.

Her own past was rather simple. She shrugged at Medea’s sympathy. The scorn the Galahdians faced in this city was unpleasant, but they were also a proud people and enduring pity was sometimes worse than the suspicion.

“That’s a lot.” Crowe mumbled before taking a drink. She didn’t want to know why Drautos was near a brothel. She certainly didn’t want to think if he had any sort of sex life. The thought was disgusting and she hoped her beer would help her forget about it.

“I didn’t think our Captain did much recruitment.” Crowe mused. He hadn’t been there when she signed up. It was only on the first day of training that they had all found out who would be leading them. “I guess he cares, but he hates to show it, you know? It’s a guy thing.”

There were a lot of unexplainable guy things. When the rest of the unit was men, sometimes Crowe got really tired of their quirks.

Yep, it is a guy thing -muttered- he doesn't speak too much about his past but I have my suspicions -her eyes focused on her drink now- He cares too much and that's why we get our asses kicked on trainings -as she glared at her companion- My brother wanted to join the glaives too, but he had an accident on his job and… well, broke his hip, he recovered but since then he suffers from chronic pain, turning in to a good sour man -smiled softly.

He is really proud and doesn't like to speak about what hurts him more, so I do thing is a guy thing, strange genre they are -laughed- Are Libertus and Nyx like this too or they are a bit more normal than our mentioned especiments? -she meant no offence when speaking like that, she was actually funny when speaking about men and their no easily understandable way of thinking- We can be as stubborn as them, but somehow they seem allergic to sharing emotions or accept them… 

While they were speaking, Medea grabbed her wallet and pulled some money to pay for the drinks and the food, since she promised Crowe they were going to a better and comfortable place for her to be. A woman stood on the stage and started to sing a really slow and elegant song, very jazz like tune, it wasn't an elegant place, but the owner could be proud in the fact that NO ONE bothered anyone in there, no bad looks for being a glaive, not bad drunkards wanting to touch what isn't theirs, it was a place for everyone.

She nodded softly listening to her story, understanding a lot more about the girl by her side while she picked a new skewer to eat as she heard about Niflheim and the attack she knew well. She studied, read and analized a lot about it- You guys have done a lot for Insomnia, your hard work needs to be recognized so much… -her thoughts flew for a few seconds- I cant imagine how hard it was for you to lost your home, I really admire the strong will to fight you all have…

Well, as I said, I am lucian… -muttered softly- but I was born in a working class household, father loved alcohol more than mom and me and he used to… well -continued- take it on mom, mom never wanted to leave him and never stopped him when he wanted to take it on my brother and I, so we both left home -said as she took her glass and drank a sip- my brother began to work in a factory and hardly had to survive, with time he found a girl that gave him a kid and they both moved together.

As she remembered that part of her family, a smile appeared on her lips- I lived on the streets for a while and I fell low, you know… hunger and cold sometimes makes you think of not so good solutions. I had my mind set on… working in some date house or something, I found a place and made my mind on what was going to be my life since that night, this is where I met the Captain, the first thing he asked me was my age and as soon as he knew, he told me “You are NOT going to do this, lets go” he saved me and told me that I was going to train until I couldn’t feel my muscles and I was going to prove to myself that I was more than what I was planning to be.

Smiled softly- Yes… is a grumpy old man, but he did save me from my stupidity and prepared me to join the Glaives. But this is something that just a few people know.

It was a lot to take in, and Crowe didn’t think she knew the other Glaive well enough to be told such personal information. It left her with some questions, but Crowe did not feel it was yet appropriate for her to ask. 

Her own past was rather simple. She shrugged at Medea’s sympathy. The scorn the Galahdians faced in this city was unpleasant, but they were also a proud people and enduring pity was sometimes worse than the suspicion. 

“That’s a lot.” Crowe mumbled before taking a drink. She didn’t want to know why Drautos was near a brothel. She certainly didn’t want to think if he had any sort of sex life. The thought was disgusting and she hoped her beer would help her forget about it. 

“I didn’t think our Captain did much recruitment.” Crowe mused. He hadn’t been there when she signed up. It was only on the first day of training that they had all found out who would be leading them. “I guess he cares, but he hates to show it, you know? It’s a guy thing.” 

Yeah, it is… is strange doesn’t it? Ugh -muttered, smiling a bit thinking about that man. Drautos was hard, actually she feared him when they met for the first time, he wasn’t a soft man that patted you or comforted you if you felt sad. No. But the day he saved her, his protective aggressive stand and warning against the attackers, felt like the most tender gesture from him.

Was never going to forget that.

Don’t worry, now I will make sure you stay fresh as a lettuce -laughed softly as she grabbed one of those skewers feeling how the taste was enough to make her stomach be grateful for it- Most of the others are from Galahd, are you as well? -asked curious- never felt really on the same boat as everybody, because I’m just a simple lucian from around the corner -spoke as she felt the need to get more of that meat- How did you end up joining? If you don’t mind me asking, of course.

Medea looked young, in fact, she was just three or four years older than Crowe, with sunkissed skin and olive green eyes. She wasn’t tall at all, but her complexion clearly spoke of a strong woman that took her time to keep the shape and strength.

But that day she looked tired, really tired and somehow looking at her closely, anyone could understand why the Captain of the glaives ordered her two weeks off duty. Her beautiful eyes were darkened by a shadow of lack of rest, her shoulders tensed, and seemed to carry a heavy weight that she probably was having trouble handling in silence.

Truth is that she didnt talked to anybody about it, now that she was thinking about it, didnt had any friends to tell anything to and that’s why she tried to focus that much on her work. To avoid thinking in shits that mattered but she could not solve by her own hand. So her smile to Crowe was warm and grateful for her company, her manners changed to ones welcoming and friendly.

As much as she would have wanted to be deep drunk, she wasn't… yet- Ah, yes he did, he is a mean old man but he has his small piece of warm heart deep inside him -muttered as she sighed now less soury- He wants us to be stronger, so if we find ourselves in a bad position, we can claw our way out of it -explained as she looked to her companion- Long story short… he rescued me when I was a stupid teen that ran from home, so I believe sometimes he just act up like a weird version of a parent?

She looked serene now- what it pains me about having two weeks off duty is that I will have too much time to think about personal issues -spoke softly- with what is left of my family -looking at the bartender, the woman muttered- Hey, get us those special skewers you have on the menú, please -the man nodded as she glared at Crowe- Guess, now I have a reason to don’t drink my pains out as I planned - smiled- I have seen you with Ulric´s team, I’m sorry I have never talked that much to you before. One of my many flaws: focus on work too much… but I’m getting vibes that I’m not the only one doing the same, am I wrong?

Her smile was warm even if she was troubled, the woman showed some silent gratitude to the sorceress for just being there- Allow me to invite you a few drinks, want to go to a better place after the skewers? You have probably saved my ass from a terrible night and I would like to both of us enjoy it all -laughed as in front of them appeared a plate with some delicious and freshly made meat and tomatoes skewers.

“That’s heavy.” Crowe mumbled as she took another drink. It seemed like Medea had a more personal history with Drautos. It was strange to think he had a personal anything; his life was his job. She had never seen him out of uniform. He never mentioned family or hobbies, or much of anything outside of work. No one knew where he lived. 

The only thing the Glaives did know was that he had also lost his homeland, long ago before they were even born. He also had a homeland that he was fighting for. Having a common goal like that made it easier to follow him. Sometimes it was as if they followed Drautos more than they served the Crown. 

The offer to go drinking together was still tempting, especially when the skewers showed up. Crowe helped herself to one. It didn’t have nearly as much spices on it as she was used to, but it was still delicious.