#stranger ways

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The air was crisp and cool, a far cry from the warm lands she’d left behind. But she had a warm cloak and a good cause - things far more valuable than the summer sun. The delightful Josephine had recently been in her family’s circles, forging ties and creating bonds with to support the Inquisition - and that of course had led to her speaking to Rynn.

Her family had already pledged some funds to the cause, but Rynn had felt that wasn’t enough - they needed people too. Strong people that knew how to fight, clever people that knew how to be diplomatic, and loyal people that believed in the cause. All things she could provide. Besides, the marble halls of her court had grown tiresome - Rynn was ready to do something that mattered.

And that’s how she ended up here, standing and gazing at Haven, fur-lined cloak covering her shoulders. Red curls peeked out from her hood as emerald eyes took in the surroundings. She’d already checked in and informed the appropriate people she was here, followed by a brief respite of settling into her room. Now was time to explore. 

It seemed the Inner Circle of the Herald was out on a mission, so she had yet to encounter them, but there was still enough to take in that Rynn was likely to be occupied for a while. After a stroll through the cabins and buildings, she found herself exiting the main portion of the city and wandering towards the space set aside for training. It couldn’t hurt to see who - and what - the Inquistion was working with. 

As she approached, Rynn caught sight of several warriors who looked adept enough, but one in particular stood out. From this far away, she could not make out his features, but she could make out his comfort with the blade. He knew what he was doing, and she was already impressed. And he was in the direction she was already walking, so perhaps she could get a closer look at his skills.

While a woman of her appearance would be likely to catch a few curious glances and stares, it seemed the men were focused so much on their training that they hardly took note of her. In some ways that was a relief. It was nice for people to not immediately know who you were.

As the dual-wielder drew closer to the man who had initially caught her eye, her eyebrows knitted together in interest - he looked curiously familiar. His jawline reminded her quite a lot of a certain young noble she rode with for years -- until he was called away to a higher purpose when they were eighteen. His stature was familiar too - could it be, had they been fated to run into one another so many years later?

A few more steps and Rynn was certain - this was her childhood riding partner. A grin spread across her full lips, emerald eyes sparkling. A small bit of excitement had formed in her chest - seeing a familiar face was always welcome, and few things were as delightful as running into a childhood friend. She was close enough now to speak to him - in fact,  as she drew up by his side, it would be odd for her not to greet him at this point. 

Stranger Ways - Anberlin 

Locking eyes, the waning glance, mistook chance Of adding meaning to the words forever Broken silence, defiance, misspoke turn Will I see you again, if ever?

Come on and leave me here, I'm a vagabond though Wandering the night alone Right now you're over there in the social club state Pondering the why, why are we alone?

A little bit closer to finding the real you A little bit closer to finding the truth Stranger things have happened Stronger men have answered

A little bit closer to loving you

Yet defying I'm lying if I didn't tell you You keep me up late at night Is it alright if I call you "lover" even though we don't know each other? And probably never will