#yearningdancer

@yearningdancer

As much as she enjoys her new life in the Abyss under Gareg Mach, Silvia still seeks out life on the surface every now and then. Sigurd's up there and, with the arrival of Deirdre and Arvis, she likes to check up on him sometimes and make sure he knows he still has friends looking out for and supporting him. She likes the change of scenery too. She never has been one to stay in one place for very long.

On one such surface excursion, the appearance of a certain student stops Silvia in her tracks. The girl's resemblance to the dancer's daughter is uncanny. She has the exact same shade of green hair and she even has Lene's face. It's impossible though. It had only been a few months since Silvia was forced to leave her children behind.

But if Sigurd is here, back from the dead...

Mission Task Board: The rain came down so suddenly that none of you manage to get your umbrellas open in time… But since your gear is drenched and your clothing unsalvageable, you decide to have a little ‘sparring’ in the rain. You smack the other umbrella with yours and grin. En garde! [Grants Sword +1]  // @yearningdancer

    One moment Febail's dry, the next he's chilled to the bone and his hair runs flat against his face, his clothes sticking to him in every way to mildly annoy him. He fetches an umbrella from a nearby couple willing to lend him one so that they might have the excuse to cuddle up to one another under their only other one, and for that he's grateful even if it now means he has to memorize at least one of their faces to be able to give it back to them later. They part ways with him, and he's walking through the rain, trying to unhook the strap binding the umbrella into its collapsed form, but his moppy bangs are getting more in the way than he'd like.

His feet rushing forward like a man possessed, head kept down to try and grant him some vision against the rain getting both in his locks and his eyes, making that one tiny strip of fabric blend a lot more than he'd like to admit. He's ready to curse it as his thumb wrestles it loose, but in the next moment, he hears a footstep startlingly close to him, unable to hear it earlier against such heavy downpour, and it's his instincts that bring the still collapsed umbrella upward like a blade.

There's a clack as his umbrella parries that of the person in front of him, and for a moment, the world feels like it's gone still for the intensity of that impromptu bout of "swords."

He hadn’t been looking for her. Heading to the training grounds had simply become part of his morning routine. A military academy was the last place Ares would expect to find her. Lene was kind and bright, possessing a gentleness that he cherished. When they last parted, he’d expected her to find a stage to dance upon, or orphans in need of aid. If he’d known she was coming here he’d have welcomed her appropriately, instead of nearly knocking her over on his way to try and squeeze in some sword practice before classes started.

“Lene?” he sounded as though he didn’t believe his own eyes. Part of him truly didn’t - Lene abhorred war and violence. Whilst she was strong and clever, understanding it’s necessity, he had thought she’d put her sword down for good after their travels.

Regardless, he was thrilled to see her. Ecstatic, even. It had been far too long.

Thoughts of training drills and practice dummies left his head in an instant. Nothing was more important than their reunion. The morning sunlight bathed her in an array of colour and Ares couldn’t help but break into a wide smile. She’d always had that effect on him, always brightened the world around her.

“I didn’t know you were here, I-” he isn’t sure what to say. Words have never really been his strong suit. Should he ask what brought her here? When she arrived? Tell her he would have come to greet her at the gates if he’d known to expect her arrival? Where to even start, there was so much to say, so much to share. “I’m happy to see you.” He lands on sheepishly, wringing his hands behind his back. His face felt warm but the grin on his face didn’t falter.

“Have you had breakfast yet? Or could I walk with you for a while?”