With her hood up, Azalea looked around, trying to find anyone who looked like a warrior. She saw many scrawny, short, tall and muscular men. She could not even find women who could fit into the description. Sighing, Azalea tried to find a way in which she could find out which one was the warrior that they needed.
"Nyir, how do you suppose we find the warrior?" Azalea finally asked.
Vallia brushed past a couple of girls, trying to find the blacksmith.
Nyir gazed across the market area, her eyes scanning the faces of the individuals passing them by. "A warrior," she explained, "should be incredibly hard to find. They'd be hiding in plain sight." A woman brushed past them suddenly, walking away from them. Her footsteps were nearly silent and she carried herself in a quiet way. Nyir's eyes narrowed at her. "Right in plain sight."
Azalea frowned, following Nyir's stare. Nyir was looking at a girl who had just brushed past them, and Azalea understood why Nyir said the girl was a warrior. The girl looked had her guard up and if you paid more attention, she never collided with anyone. The market side was packed with people; Nyir herself was not colliding into anyone.
Azalea reached out to the girl and grabbed her sleeve softly.
"Excuse me," she said. "May I have a word with you?"
Vallia turned, frowning slightly. "What for?"
Azalea smiled softly.
"My sister and I, we're new in this area, so we don't really know where the town hall is," Azalea said, remembering how the town hall is incredibly near the exit. "If it isn't too much trouble, could you please guide us there? We need to get to Umacien for our brother's marriage, but it seems that we wandered too much and got lost."
"Hmm. I'm new too, but I think it's next to the courthouse." She studied the girls.
Nyir watched the woman carefully, her stance imposing and her shoulders taut. Her fingers itched for her weapon, but she didn't reach for it. If they were wrong about her, they could be in danger –she was clearly trained and capable, even if she wasn't one of the warriors they searched for.
Azalea tilted her head.
"Um, we don't know where that is, either," she laughed nervously. Then, she sighed and looked at Nyir. "I'm sorry, sister. I shouldn't have acted like a child and thrown a tantrum. I guess we'll miss our brother's wedding because of my foolishness…" then, Azalea turned to the girl again and smiled. "I'm very sorry for bothering you…"
Vallia held up a hand. "It's fine. You know what, I'll help you find it. Sounds like I've been here longer then you." There was something about these two. Vallia was curious about them.
Azalea smiled brightly.
"Thank you so much!" she exclaimed, looking at Nyir.
"Lead the way, then," Nyir said in a syrupy tone, her expression still totally blank.
Vallia peered at the older one (Nyir). Something about her was guarded. Vallia doubted she was the younger one's sister. She nodded. "Alright then. Follow me." She turned.
Azalea knew Nyir must've gotten what she was planning. On the outskirts of the city, near the town hall, there weren't many people around. In fact, most people just avoided that particular path. Once they were away from view, Nyir could test the girl to see if she was indeed a warrior. A warrior's survival instincts were the best. If the girl could not dodge Nyir's blow, then she was not the one they were searching for. Of course, Nyir wouldn't harm the girl in case she turned out to be normal.
Nyir kept her eyes on the supposed warrior. Since Azalea wanted to lead her to a secluded area, Nyir assumed that she wanted her to test her. That would be simple enough. A quick strike, just fast enough to test her ability, should work just fine. As they reached the outskirts of the city, she started to reach for her weapon.
Vallia turned, whipping out a couple of knife. "Okay, what are you really up to?"
Orion walked the streets of the bustling city, taking great care to not anger anyone he passed. Trailing at his heels, the pup meandered along behind him, sniffing at every new scent. Eventually he reached the outskirts, and settled down to rest, not that he overly needed too. Pup clambering onto his lap, and eventually falling asleep, meant that Orion was most likely stuck for a while.
Azalea kept a smile plastered on her face, chattering like a typical eighteen year old girl.
“I’m so glad we’ll get there in time!” she exclaimed. “My dress for the wedding is breathtaking. I wouldn’t want to take the spotlight away from our brother, but I have to find a handsome man, so this is the perfect opportunity!”
Azalea hoped that they would arrive to their destination soon. She could not keep up this pathetic acting. Azalea had always acted reserved, knowing her place, so she always observed girls around her age and how they acted. She assumed this was also something they would be most likely to say.
Vallia turned, whipping out a couple of knife. "Okay, what are you really up to?"
Nyir unsheathed her sword quickly, pointing it at the warrior. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"Why should I tell you?" Vallia snarked back. "For all I know, you guys are thieves, or part of the Torshi Gang."
"You'll tell me if you value your life," she shot back, her muscles taut like a snake getting ready to strike.
Vallia surveys her options, tense. She wouldn't be able to dash past her and her young friend, and she wasn't going to do much with only two knives. "Fine. Vallia Kree."
"Vallia Kree," Nyir repeated, glancing at the princess. She didn't know the names of the fated warriors, but perhaps Azalea did.
Azalea’s eyes widened.
“Vallia Kree…” she murmured. “Your nickname. You have a warrior nickname, isn’t that correct? The warriors of Anworth.”
"That's right. What's it to you though?"
(Gtg to supper.)