#theolanderwitch

zed’s opinions on muses / not accepting.

       “I do not think we have met before today, have we?” Hard to form an opinion on someone when Zed has only the person before him, a brief conversation, and one or two whispers to go off of. 

      But then, it is a demand of his business – if one might call it that – that he be able to quickly assess the type of person with whom he is interacting, and if that is enough to cast judgment on another, then perhaps it is enough to share an opinion, too. 

     “You are a curious one, I think. The shadows refuse to stay quiet in your presence, and I cannot help but find myself wondering why that might be. You seem to have a strong sense of who you are. I do not know what you want, however, and that, more than most things, often defines who a person is.”

     Zed shifts his weight from one leg to the other, angling his head as he stares at Nea. “There is an intelligence in your gaze, too, a consideration before you speak that indicates some level of intelligence and experience. This can be hard to find in those your age.”

     Ah, but these are all assumptions and extrapolations, and Zed has no way to confirm that any of them are true. He pauses, allowing the silence between them to grow as he considers Nea.

“Oh, Nea! That’s my friend!” the herculean spirit beamed with excitement, “I have a lot to say but I’ll keep it short”. He clapped his hands together and paused for a moment, seemingly struggling to find where he wished to begin before eventually breaking the silence. “I met her at a harvest festival! I was helping out with preparations when she came to me with a basket of refreshments”. These pleasant memories distracted Frej and he would for some time detail the curious events of the festival at which they had met, before returning back on track, “But most of all, I think Nea is impressive”. He now looked almost aggressively passionate about the subject, “The things she does, and what she accomplishes! With so little at her disposal, she performs great things! I think we should all aspire to be as ambitious as Nea”, he realized the absurdity of everyone striving to accomplish something of the scale Nea was and quickly corrected himself, “Or at least be inspired by her to be more ambitious”. He looked into the distance as if he was waiting for her to arrive over the horizon with a new scheme with which to save Rochburg, “I never could understand her plans or the way she thinks, but I want to do better every day — to be better. And I hope I can help her be better too”. 

With those last words, his eyes shifted and the warm brown of his iris now almost looked black. “Nea is very kind” Frej took a more serious tone of voice, unusual for the carefree and playful giant, “And before you protest, I know she does bad things. Trust me” he added with a weary look in his eyes that seemingly aged him centuries. It was as if the skies themselves turned dark when Frej’s demeanor soured, “But she does it for the good of her people, she does it because she believes she must. She has seen so much and suffered several defeats, even I understand hope would seem like a distant promise at best”.

Yet still, despite the chill, despite his mission, he would have been remiss to not take in his surroundings. To savor the feel of the wind upon his face, the scent of nature, to feel the crunch of leaves beneath his boots and take in the sounds of the forest... It was every bit as enjoyable as it was important to his own work. A scout often working deep behind enemy lines or as a sabetour in enemy strongholds he often was, just as much he was a soldier for the Noxian Empire. To know his surroundings well, to plan out the best possible routes, find key landmarks, all this and more were as important as knowing how to throw a punch.

So take his time he did. To those unknowing, should there be even a soul in these woods worth worrying over, he'd be a simple soul taking a stroll through the wood with hood drawn over his head. Perhaps he'd even come off as a warrior monk, given his armaments. But again, the chance of being seen out here was slim to none. Any true obstacle would lay further down the metaphorical path.

And yet, as he walked along with only the wind in the trees and the leaves below as company, he could not help but feel...watched.

Darius lonely. Without nea’s company.

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