(No I'm like literally mad because she's - like - instead of just straight up apologizing, she's like "oh, well, it could've been worse, but I'm sorry I guess. You're not as bad off as I am, but sorry, I guess." Argh. Ngl, Arabella greatly annoys me.)
(Lol you're getting mad at the character this is kinda amusing. Thankfully Azriel can't understand Medein :P)
“Azriels not the only one I’ve tried to kill. Not that I meant it then. The anger just takes control and-“ she stopped up and punched the closest thing to her. Rage and guilt blinding her vision as she cried.
"Damn, okay," fell out of the elf's mouth before she could think. "I mean- woah. Sorry about that." Iris's cheeks burned before realizing that she apologized. Again. Pushing that thought aside, she rationalized, "Find a different release for your anger. Separate your emotions from-" she paused mid-sentence. Eyes widening, she continued, "Separate your emotions from your magic."
“How? All my father taught me was how to be powerful. He said emotions make you stronger. I don’t get it.”
Iris leaned forward and questioned, "Emotions make you stronger? Interesting… they also make you wild and can overwhelm you." She propped her chin on her knees. "Strength or control? Which do you choose?"
(I feel like as soon as every one is out of the bag Clare's going to be so confused, "Wait why are her hands bleeding, why does Iris look like she just admitted something and Azriel why aren't you in bed resting get back in there")
(Lmao that's honestly what I was imagining)
“Control. Unless it means killing my father. I want him dead.” Arabella admitted it to herself once she said it. She thought she would never kill her father. But she wanted too. After all the pain and hurt he caused her and the ones she loved. She was ready for it to end.
(Sooo, can we time skip? I'm not sure much more can happen at this point in time but banter more banter and Clare walking)
(Yis, I'm down if everyone else is!)
(I’m down! Get me out if this emotional hell hole.)
(aight)
You continue on, days turning into weeks. Despite it still being the middle of summer, it's unusually cold and the snow is relentless in the higher altitudes. As your journey nears the end of the second week since your encounter with Moukib, you see a town in the distance. Having spent nearly a month away from civilisation you were unaware of the progress of the war until now. You hear murmurs of attacks on Antaron and Craisio as well as rumours of Yrnan prisoners being used for slave labour.
The town itself is a bustling trading post with stores stocked full of supplies and merchants and travellers alike wandering the streets. Looking north, you can see a road stretching into the Geminat Mountains and beyond into Craisio. You find an inn and a stable for your waybeast.
Clare stabled the way beast, her feet felt heavy along with her eye lids, in a moment of tiered delirium Clare careful untangled the way beast's main “I, adopt you, Damian Bobby Joe, Terrifying Creature of Darkness, the Way-Beast, as my child." It had a nice ring to it she decided. She trudged up the stairs of the inn and collapsed on one of the three beds in the space. "I am never moving ever again." She whispered hoarsely and she pulled the bag off from around her waist, "Hey, are you guy's alive down there?" She said hoarsely into the bag, "I've got us a propped place to stay the night for now, Stock up on supplies before heading out."
Bella didn't have to be told twice. She grabbed supplies and scurried out of the pouch. "Where are we?" The bags under her eyes suggested that she spent many nights awake and restless as she toyed with her shoulder length waves.
"We're…", Clare paused distracted by Bella's toying with her uneven cut of hair, "Bella, we're fixing that right now." She plunged her hand into a pocket in the bag and pulled out a pair of scissors, "I will not be seen in public this close to home with that hair cut, come here."
“Not too short!” Bella’s reply was quick and panicked. not the hair. anything but the hair. Arabella’s hair calmed her but she didn’t know why. She just didn’t know what she would do without it.
Clare sighed, "I'm not going to make it much shorter then it already is, I'm just going to even it out and add some layers so you look presentable." She said rolling her eye's, "I promise it won't go more then an inch shorter."
Bella ran her fingers through her hair protectively and stared at Clare.
Iris emerged from the bag with a faintly amused quirk on her lips. Her lion's mane of tangled hair shadowed every controlled step. Normally fierce silver eyes glanced with concern at the opening, as she called softly for Azriel.
Clare gave up on reasoning with Bella, she walked up behind the girl and gently lowered her hands, "It will even feel better and we can brush it and then you can wash it out and it will be all shinny and beautiful." She raised the scissors to the hair and quietly began snipping at the uneven ends, evening them up and adding dimension, the girl probably wouldn't realize a thing was happening until it was already over.
Azriel carefully exited the bag and leaned against a nearby rock boredly. "Is now really the time for a haircut?" She muttered.
"Shh!" Clare said as she hurriedly finished the cut. "There all done." Clare set fire to the fallen bits of hair and they were incinerated in moments. "All done!" She said butting away the scissors. "Alright now that that's done, I'm going to take a long nap, and non of you get to wake me up, I carried you across the mountains, I need my rest." She collapsed on the bed and was asleep in seconds.
Arabella stood up silently with a look of disgust on her face and sat down on a chair. She looked at Clare and went into her mind. She made the sound of an air horn blast throughout Clare’s head waking her up.