fight the good fight.

Everyone Safiya had asked had no idea what caused the Council to send that little morning message and every guard that she asked had either given her a bad excuse and ignored the rest of her attempts or fled her company as if they had committed a crime themselves. Guards knew something had gone down, the rest of them were in the dark —– and Safiya hated it. 

Her forefinger and thumb rubbed together, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for Zeira to come to her ( and hopefully, she would not keep her waiting for too long or not come at all ) knowing that if someone was going to tell her something, it was the ‘I never stop smiling’ guard. 

A few moments after, the huntress heard a familiar —– and overly excited —– voice, which caused her to be slightly startled before she turned around to meet Zeira. Safiya’s eyebrows furrowed; she couldn’t understand why someone would tire their muscles out like that, always smiling, always happy. 

“I need answers, Zeira. I want to know why I can’t go outside and do my job.”

Zeira had tried her best to befriend the woman over the years, but her attempts had failed--- they were getting better, inching slightly closer with each interaction, or maybe Safiya was just tolerating her. Zeira didn’t mind much, she often brushed hard words off her shoulder, and it was routine with the woman before her.

Nevertheless, Zeira kept a wide smile stretched across plump lips. She had an idea as to the girls sudden appearance, but she hoped to wait it out. She was sure she wasn’t supposed to be talking about that.

Not a moment later, her prediction came true. The older woman’s smile dropped, if even a millimeter, but she regained her posture almost immediately. “ Saf, you saw the alert. I’m sure it’s nothing, just have to wait it out ! “

“That’s not true.” Zeira finally snapped, turning to the younger woman with sparkling tears welling in hazel eyes. Her lash line was moments away from spilling, and all she could muster out was, “That’s exactly what you were trying to do… because you can’t stand to see someone happy. Even yourself.”

“Keeping my mouth shut won’t help anything, Safiya.” She huffed, but her tone stayed light and airy. “Plus, if I shut up, who would keep you from being a grumpy pants all the time?”