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Subject: Through parted lips Author: Tyrsis/Kyira [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08/30/04 3:09:52pm Mon Tyrsis sighed as she found herself back in the chambers that belonged to herself and Jin. Or, more correctly, to Jin in this timeline. Diplomatic business had interupted her conversation with the queen of Hogoromo. If Zenra hadn't been so insistant that they speak the next morning, Tyrsis would have taken her things and gone. Zenra was a friend, but she was also a queen. Sometimes the two conflicted, and sometimes Zenra was too stubborn to realize it. Sometimes. Tyrsis opened the bedroom window and looked out, the sounds of a skirmish in the courtyard making true on Johan's announcement that he would train the knights. That was good. They needed someone to train them. Scattered bursts of applause made her grimace though. Cheering for your comrades was one thing, but learning to kill for glory was another entirely. She disagreed with the Escalvone there. All things couldn't be summed up by honor and bravery on the battlefeild. The rest of civilization was a much more dangerous place. She wouldn't be able to sleep with the sound of swordplay outside, despite the hour. Too many years of too much training had taught her to stay keen any moment a sword lay in someone's hands. Or a big stick, for that matter. Instead, she sat inside the window and listened. Zenra would call for her once she was ready to speak again. *** Kyira grinned to herself, her smile easily mistaken for joy as the captain, her captain so far as anyone within the city was concerned, killed the last of an orcish onslaught. Many people had been woken by the clamour of training in the center of the city. That Damongrave fellow had likely scared most of the women close to death. They'd probably club him tomorrow for it. Or maybe lynching. Lynching was fun. Her smile, though, was inspired by the comment of a passing child in her father's arms. "Daddy... why's everything different, Daddy?" [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]