The Storm Chaser

Sky Hart - The Storm Chaser

- Fandomless OC with LoL, FFXIV and DnD verses - Ask /Art RP blog (SFW/NSFW content) - Multi-ship/Multi-verse - 10 years Tumblr RP experience - Penned by Capes / 30+

'E-Eto?!'

The woman turned to the witch in confusion, unsure where the question had even come from. Its not as if she had told her such a thing....so how would she know?? Had she left her journal out? Had the Raven stolen a page?!

'It's...not a name I use...nor did I chose it...' She clearly looked a little uncomfortable, compiling her words.

'It's....more symbolic, or that's how it was told to me. 'Hart' was my father's contribution....and Francesca was my mother's....Sky was the name they both agreed on....apparently.'

She glanced to the side, a hang going to the back of her neck.

Trying to beat the crap out of a Doom Train

"Smell good."

He declares, purplish-black eyes holding contact like only a few men could. One step forward again, then another, claws raise and tap at the wood at the rhythm of fingertips, then between two taps a coin shines suddenly, which hadn't been there before, and with that feet, it is slid forward. An antique piece of silver from a great empire which crumbled six thousand years ago, the kind of trinket a collector would kill to get.

"Trade."

The woman had one of the takoyaki on a stick, about to bite into the warm snack before she noticed the raven, eyes widening slightly.

What in the Hell's was that thing doing here?!

She followed it's every move, holding the stick close to her almost defensively. It still irked her the bloody thing could talk, yet the Witch's pet had proven time and time again it was smarter than it looked...and it would do so here...again.

The woman eyed the silver piece, not recognising the coinage. For all she knew, it could have been a knock-off, a counterfeit that no other merchant would willingly accept.

....And yet....would the bird know the difference?

She pouted for a moment, only to sigh in defeat. She couldn't help but smirk at the gesture, offering the stick to the creature.

'Perhaps...I did. Or perhaps my priorities changed, then grew stuck in my ways.' There was a defeated shrug, glancing to the side.

She stretches and leans into the fire. "I wish I had more of an excuse to visit Targon again..."

The woman had been tracking the pair's progress in her journal, noting the distance travelled and looking for quicker routes to their target destination. The question brought her back to the fore, pouting for a few moments in thought as she thought about the question.

Where indeed?

The mercenary had been fortunate enough to travel far and wide across Runeterra...but even so, there were better places than others.

'Targon is an interesting choice. Their peoples are a curious bunch, as are their principles...or so I've heard.' She had only been near to the mountain, yet the peoples of Shurima had many stories of pilgrims traversing to the mountain. Their descriptions of the Aspects were...hard to believe in truth, but if the woman had learnt anything on her travels, anything was possible.

She closed her eyes, her pencil resting on her cheek. She had clearer ideas of where not to go, avoiding Noxus and it's surrounding territories. Yet that was a choice... not one she was barred from.

A scoff.

...I forgot my flipping ipad

'Because it's easier.' There was a shrug. 'Why burden others when you know your life isn't certain. That's selfish...through and through.' Her hand lowered from the pendant, cradling it with her other.

'It is the price I pay to live the life I do. I was warned of this....I didn't listen...and I found out the hard way that, well...maybe it was better to heed those warnings in the end...'

"You say if only things were different. If only circumstances weren't the way they were."

"Are you afraid of love? Truly?"

'I'm not a stranger to the concept. I agree, life is about risk...but how we assess it...how we deal with it....that is our choice to determine...is it not?' It was evident there was irritation in her tone....yet it wasn't out anger. There was hesitancy.

'I've seen it go wrong. For others. For myself. I've dealt with those consequences and those lessons I took to heart-' She bit her lip, eyes closed and fingers finding purchase on her pendant.

'Perhaps....I am afraid, but I can assure you , with good reason...' Her voice grew quiet, no longer certain. 'Things...are so much easier to deal without others to deal with. No other lives on the line....no one that can stab you in the back. To live life without fear is foolish, it will get you killed. It lead to mistakes.'

Had permission to post from @facemeandperish

Your Sword

Your rage is a tool. it's not good or bad -- it simply is, something you use to your advantage. it serves a purpose, be that to slash and cut down, or to fend off. you hold it proudly, as naturally as you hold your head up high. be careful, dear -- a sword is useless without someone with the knowledge to properly swing.

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