@Uriel1339 | Astarielle let out a breath of relief as the rock-serpent died, an action that had nearly become a cry of triumph following Morvan's spell, and turned towards Yareli with a mixture of mild concern and irritation on her face. The former Banshee had the sense that she'd offended the noblewoman in her attempt to remove her from harm, no doubt Mymearans went through a dozen nobles a day if they were all like Yareli, and stepped nearer to the kneeling woman, trying not to sound too scathing or sarcastic. "Would you like to learn how to use a pistol, or at least fight more fluidly than I've seen you do so?"
"I know how to use a pistol." Yareli said, soft, not snappy, opening her eyes and looking up to Astarielle, getting up on her feet to not appear smaller or kneeling to Astarielle. Her hand remained on the wound. "And if you had met me several cycles before, you would have not worried about me getting into the fight, but worried about not knowing how to defend myself." She added - wanting to be exasperated but not managing it through Morvan's magicks. So an unnatural smile was forced on her lips. "But the mission opened my eyes. I might be not as talented as you or Iktomi or in fact anyone with us except perhaps for Talis and Avrielle... But I need to fight. To grow as a person and finally become the leader I was born to be. I would be a tyrant if I was to let others fight in my name without me at their side. I would be no better than the lords of the Mon'keigh... And I wish nothing to be like them. There is much to learn, but like many warriors say - the battlefield is the best teacher." The noblewoman with the white-dyed hair admitted her fears to the stranger, perhaps this icy world was too much like home to distrust anyone, or perhaps she saw something in Astarielle she misses from home. Either way, the Mymearan genuinely smiled.
@Uriel1339 & Others | "If you can use a pistol then do so." Astarielle considered the rest of Yareli's words before nodding in agreement. "Nobody has said you shouldn't fight, and the battlefield is the best teacher. Knowing which weapon to wield and when to withdraw." Astarielle had glanced at both Yareli's weapon and wound as she spoken. "These are invaluable lessons." Securing her pistol Astarielle moved away from the now-standing Mymearan and like her the former Banshee was unable to display the emotion she felt. "The war-mask makes you feel little else but joy whilst at war but once in the aftermath everything hits you. The friends that are lost, the heroes who were slain, and all the little mistakes made during the fighting." Astarielle abruptly stopped, shaking her head, and glanced at the rock-serpent's corpse, raising her voice. "We should keep moving shouldn't we? In case more of the beasts turn up?"
@Avenging-Angel "I know the feeling of having lost those near and dear. You think I am a Noblewoman with never having had to worry about anything, don't you? In all honesty, it is not even an insult anymore. I get it, the robes I dress in, the jewelry I possess, my way of communication, my vocabulary. Everything points that I do not understand life and death doesn't it? But do not let your eyes deceive you, Astarielle. We all made sacrifices and are lost, why else would we find each other under a banner of a Corsair?" Yareli managed to say after a while, striding at the former aspect warrior's side. There was little to be said about the equipment, after all was this a proper war-host they would have far more Aspect Warriors... Including at least a trio of Shadow Spectres who would have killed the Rock Serpent probably within mere seconds. She shook her head on that thought. You cannot always have what you want. An ironic saying that the Noblewoman did not truly understand until she was far beyond the age of 150.
Kneeling down over the rock-serpent he began cutting into it in order to remove the meat. Without looking up, "You might not want to continue walking, unless of course you are walking to dismantle the explosives set into that wall." He quickly gestured towards where he saw them before continuing to remove the meat. "Besides fresh meat will help."
As he swooped across the ground with unnatural speed with Llyr in tow, something felt....wrong.Suddenly his guts lurched again and he felt a private loss of something great, very near him,A great presence - extinguished.He turned to see that the rock serpent fell ungainly in its stride, cut short by furious attacks of the Aspects. Stopping in his tracks he trotted back next to the smouldering carcass of the animal somehow feeling at loss for what happened but also marveled at the killing efficiency of his bretheren.It gave him a sense of surety in this mission, if nothing else. He heard cheers around him, a distant sound of elation at this small victory at their foes, but he suddenly felt numb.Only with a prenatural reflex he and Llyr shared thought their psyhic connection was he able to - unconciously - release him from his grasp. He was wrong, the presence before them was not extinguished, it merely transformed its existence.Through his inner eye he beholden the permanence of life, like he never did before.Entire planet was alive before his witchsight.Even the great serpent that attacked them moments ago, stood before him now, its form cloaked in ephemeral smoke - but was not diminished in its presence. Staggered by this, an unsettling frown permanted his face, thought beneath, he was actually somehow relieved.Unexplained as to why, but he was relieved knowing that the living here could find some form of spiritual sanctuary in the afterlife. A steadying hand, clamped at his shoulder and he looked sideways - unfamiliar to touch, expect to the one of War.At the same instant, he knew the nature of the Fire Dragon better then the offender himself.Fuegan was indeed familiar to the veins of this warrior, as fire surged though them, spurred on by his reckless and hot-headed psyche. "A good fight, Seer Morvan. Are you alright?" - come from Amriel, from behind his helmet that was colored in orange and red, portraying plainly to friend and foe the nature of the Path he walks. Warlock merely nodded, somewhat touched at the concern displayed by his kinsman, and with a reassuring pat on his arm that was on his shoulder, responded. With a small gesture of his gloved hand, runes that he previously scattered on the beast in vain attempts at something - now levitated in the air, energized, gliding softly toward his opened hand,leaving a trail of soft blue color. True knowledge comes only with sacrifice.This is always true, one way or the other. Standing there with his left hand opened, collecting runes that came to him one by one, Warlock mused as to what this sacrifice brought them, watching absently Faenkon as the Ranger devoted himself to more pragmatic matters of butchering. It seemed that the Exodites are on this planet, or at least were, information that seemed to be matching with previous clues he found by the lake. And they seemed to have somehow copied Infinity Circuit across whole planet.Seer would marvel if he did not baulk at the barbarity of merging every dead lifeform with purity of the deceased Eldar`s spirit. At least it explains their affinity with nature as well as their powers.For a moment, Seer wondered if he could trace the psyhic spoor of the dead to the source of the World-Spirit and thus, the place were Exodites must surely be? As the last of the runes flew to his hand, he looked down at his now full palm of runes, seeing that a Tearing Eye of Isha was the last one to come to him. He discarded all of the runes into his pouch, except those that had Mother`s imagery or meaning.Turning to Yareli he saw her going after Astarielle, obviously engaged in conversation with her, even though she was obviously bleeding. Morvan thought of Performing Her Arts, but as such thoughts crossed his mind also did all the scenes that he usually attributed along with Healing.Events long happened, filled with bloody things and terror.He mentally sighed and anger - that he did not realize would be so easily baited - flushed to the surface and he snarled, which made an ungainly sound of a wounded canine though his helmet. Fed up with being traumatized, he labeled it, though red lenses of fury, as another weakness to be expunged from his mind.With clenched teeth he forced the anger to subside and once again cold void embraced him, an absence of everything - just before clarity dawned - one of the perks that the Path that focuses on mental equilibrium offered. "Be still and sit down." spoke Morvan, his tone dispassionate and monotone as always, as he walked toward Yareli, Mother`s runes clenched in his palm.
"I do not need to sit, but your help is appreciated, Morvan." Yareli said, stretching her arm out towards him and letting only slowly go of her wound. "I thought you were more of a warrior, not so much of a healer. Though it would be easier to guess who you are if you would share your thoughts more often with those you surrounded yourself with." It was not criticism but friendly advice. Advice she gives because many seers are so intrinsic that they often forget the knowledge of those around them is not equal to their own.
@Uriel1339 | "What in the name of the gods are you on about?" Turning to level a flat stare at Yareli Astarielle continued. "I didn't mean any of what you said!" Part of Astarielle wished for the ground to just swallow her up, although experience warned her to be careful of what she wished for (especially on exodite worlds), or to have a second chance at making an impression on Yareli, since they had seemed to be at odds of some kind since the shuttle. Giving up on the mismatched conversation, for the time being, Astarielle moved when Morvan appeared next to them, the Biel-tan native joining several of the others in just standing around while the party prepared to move on.
@Avenging-Angel "I apologize if I hurt your feelings!" Yareli yelled as Astarielle took her leave from her side, to make sure she heard her. So much for being a diplomat. She sighed deeply, not sure what to make of this all anymore. Perhaps she still was too frustrated from Yareli's wound and desire to fight or rather that she fought the wrong way. But not everyone was an Aspect Warrior and there were more unconventional, less traditional fighting styles in the galaxy. Especially if one looked as near as Iktomi. And perhaps, now in reflection of her thoughts she tries to be too much like him?
@Jorimel @Uriel1339 Approaching her, the conversation continued, between the two continued to some heated levels, but Seer had to focus on the task ahead of him.For indeed, this would be more of an effort on his part, then on his patient.Especially after so long. Self-gratification was not one of the surface thoughts, but he let it pass him by like so many of his emotions, that could get in the way.There was never need for soft words, for they were merely kindness and not a necessity. Seeing Yareli outstretched her hand only reluctantly (Seer liked to think it was due to pain), Morvan nodded, and sat down, infront of her, his short form - diminutive in such a pose. Outstreching his own (right) gloved hand that was, as always peerlessly white, he took her it, but did not tug her downward. "I do not need to sit, but your help is appreciated, Morvan.I thought you were more of a warrior, not so much of a healer." Mymearan noble retorted. "I was not a healer for a very long time, but I must yield to the necessity of reality then to my own hopes and wants." "Healing arts that I have been thought are unlike those I`ve seen practised upon Lugganath or Hope. "I only presume that the case is same on Mymeara.Sit or you will fall down." - he finished as he looked up toward the Lady, helmet still donned.
