Legacy of Jane Tyler
Posted: June 3rd, 2021, 1:53 am
Head looking left - to the right - back to the the crowds around bodies...
Jane peered about the fog of war for allies but ready for another charge. Then came the unsettling settle. Women and men began to reorganize and gather the dead. Groups formed back as they do between factions and those who stood aside. Figured slipped back into their hiding places, afar behind trees, in the bush.
Her teeth would chitter from time to time, violent waves of adrenaline reminding her that this was real - this was oh-so-real. Nothing became more 'real' than the moment she saw Viola come outside and dash not but a foot away from a smoldering corpse.
"Khalkeus!" She seemed to search the crowd...Maybe she expected him injured or surrendered among the few others left alive.
Jane's face turn beat red. She had to remove the helm so the panicked woman wouldn't have to hear some foreign, metal-clad, hollow voice talk to her, "Viola... Get away, don't look at it.."
She saw her continue to search and she looked down, asking the question Jane didn't want to answer.
"That's him... That is his burned corpse...Tha-"
Oh Decus - the sound of Viola's pained cries. What unimaginable fear, consideration, contemplation that must've went through her poor head. No amount of 'just-feelings' could ever compensate for her hurt. Even in the moment she tried to reach for the weeping woman, she couldn't push herself to actually grasp her...
Jane's crimson armor fit her well. What would she have grasped Viola with? Metal hands? Half-dried, bloodies fingertips and leather fittings?
Would she have pulled her into a comforting embrace against gore-covered platemail?
No... No, there is nothing to be done or said in the moments that would justify or comfort this grief.
As she looked about to the others telling some injured fellow to put away his dagger and relax, as they wanted nothing to do with him, Jane eyed the charred thing that was once her Master.
"..And I think of you as a daughter..." Ran through her head.
Jane's face made a smirking twist as she battled between letting out a scream or just puking from knots and rushing adrenaline in her stomach.
"10 means 3..." "10 means 3..."
Jane peered about the fog of war for allies but ready for another charge. Then came the unsettling settle. Women and men began to reorganize and gather the dead. Groups formed back as they do between factions and those who stood aside. Figured slipped back into their hiding places, afar behind trees, in the bush.
Her teeth would chitter from time to time, violent waves of adrenaline reminding her that this was real - this was oh-so-real. Nothing became more 'real' than the moment she saw Viola come outside and dash not but a foot away from a smoldering corpse.
"Khalkeus!" She seemed to search the crowd...Maybe she expected him injured or surrendered among the few others left alive.
Jane's face turn beat red. She had to remove the helm so the panicked woman wouldn't have to hear some foreign, metal-clad, hollow voice talk to her, "Viola... Get away, don't look at it.."
She saw her continue to search and she looked down, asking the question Jane didn't want to answer.
"That's him... That is his burned corpse...Tha-"
Oh Decus - the sound of Viola's pained cries. What unimaginable fear, consideration, contemplation that must've went through her poor head. No amount of 'just-feelings' could ever compensate for her hurt. Even in the moment she tried to reach for the weeping woman, she couldn't push herself to actually grasp her...
Jane's crimson armor fit her well. What would she have grasped Viola with? Metal hands? Half-dried, bloodies fingertips and leather fittings?
Would she have pulled her into a comforting embrace against gore-covered platemail?
No... No, there is nothing to be done or said in the moments that would justify or comfort this grief.
As she looked about to the others telling some injured fellow to put away his dagger and relax, as they wanted nothing to do with him, Jane eyed the charred thing that was once her Master.
"..And I think of you as a daughter..." Ran through her head.
Jane's face made a smirking twist as she battled between letting out a scream or just puking from knots and rushing adrenaline in her stomach.
"10 means 3..." "10 means 3..."