Luella stands, hovers uncertainly. She barely knows these strangers, but she has to place her trust in them. It is not an easy feat to do. She bows her head, pulling her hood back up and tucking her plait beneath the fabric. She clutches the papers to her chest. They would not fit in her bag. But, if she wants to fit all of this in, she'll need a bigger bag. Silently, she swallows hard. She has not seen death before. She isn't sure if she wants to. But she does not want to let such an… Incredible woman die alone. Someone placing her utmost trust in them. In her. She deserves a kind passing.
She smiled softly and went to him gently touching his arm. "My dear, be still…I will be alright, just set fire to my home. I will go and be executed by the King, and that is okay with me. Worry not, everything will be alright, child." She spoke softly so she could calm him.
"They should not hurt you. They should not kill you. They should not even touch you. After what you have done for them, Matriarch. I will not leave you to burn alone. For I can make no guarantees of fire if they come while we are in the market." Soothing slightly at her words, he still says his piece.
"You won't," The Madame said softly. "You'd risk hurting many innocent people, my child. Please, just do what you must and get where you need to go. I do not mind dying alone, I've been alone my whole life."
Luella steps forward, towards the two. She asks, in a gentle voice, "Madame, is this truly the way this must be? It just- it simply doesn't seem fair." None of this seems fair. But it feels childish to point that out. If she does not already feel childish enough.
The Madame looked over and sighed. "If I could manage to escape this execution, I would come with you. But I've not foreseen any way to escape it."
Slowly, the man nodded. "When do you wish for the fire to be set, Matriarch. It will be done. Ver'koth!" With the sharp word, a small snake, less than a foot, twines around his arm. Boldy orange and almost shimmering, with a mouth full of sharp teeth and fangs.
She sighed and looked to the man. "As soon as I am killed, set the fire and leave the capital."
Thatcher’s fingers tapped on the table top as he listened. His eyes narrowed in thought once again as he looked at the snake. Moran gave a low growl from where she layed, and Thatcher threw a sharp glance over his shoulder, silencing the hound.
She looked at them all, giving a soft sigh. "I hope you all travel well. I am sorry to leave this burden on you."
"It is a burden that I am willing to bare for you, Matriarch. We would best be going soon, much as I hate to say it. They will be coming for you." Seeming to have regained his composure, he stands once again to his full height. Snake curling up his arm, and vanishing into the depths of his hood.
She nodded, giving only a little smile. "I hope you all succeed in your journey. Be careful, stay safe. A watchful eye will keep you all alive."
( @Nerd_Girl2.0 , you alive? Is anyone alive other than @insanleymyself ?)
(I am but I’m trying to get something together so I keep forgetting to respond to this)
Luella stands there, unsure of what to say. She sighs, ever so light, gaze keeping down at the floor. She has everything she needs physically. These papers, she thinks they are worth more than her family owns. All she can think to say is a whispered, "I'm so sorry, Madame."
(I'm about to pass out for the night, been working late so I've been distracted. Apologies :(! )
Thatcher pushed to his feet and nodded at the Madame. “May the gods respect you in the afterlife,” he said simply. What else could he say? He never said anything to people who were to die, he just didn’t.
( Ugh sorry I have SUCH a busy day today and I am about to go sleep soon. Trying to do the best I can with this rp.)
The Madame nodded, her head bowed at them as she watched them all go.
Although she goes to leave, Luella is still unsure what she should do. If she would attempt to stay with the others or not. They seem likely to strike out on their own, but the Madame had requested them all. So, do they need to work together? Plus, she knows her knowledge of Darsinium is limited. She has only been travelling for a year. This is the first time she has ventured so far from the safety of her home. She would prefer safety in numbers, but she does not know how to voice this desire.
Thatcher pushed to his feet as well, clicking his tongue again, and Morana blinded over. He gave her middle head a pat with his gloved hand. He decides to just walk away, not quite sure if he wanted to participate in this little activity or not. He didn’t tend to work well with others. His whole life, he worked alone, so he wasn’t quite fond of the new way of working. He stepped outside, tipping back his hood to squint up at the sky.
Orion stayed behind for a moment, nodding once again to the Matriarch. Padding out, he saw the others milling. "If anyone would wish to travel with me, then they may."
Luella's look of relief is obvious as she steps to him, looking up from the shadow of her cloak. Her eyes glow slightly gold. She is still clutching the papers to her chest, with one of her arms wrapped around the strap of her bag. They both appear to hold the same importance to her. In a quiet voice, she asks, "Do you have knowledge of the capital, then?" She isn't sure how to address this, person? They are at least humanoid in nature.
A soft, "I do. My name is Orion." His papers are safely stowed in the death of his cloak, which fits him loosley. Standing, he reaches 6'3", and seems to know his own strength.
She smiles, a small, nervous thing, but sweet. Some might call it naïve. "My name is Luella. It is a pleasure to meet you, Orion." She bows her head. She still looks fairly young for a half-elf of her age. They always joked she took after her father, only being of average human height. But despite her apparent nerves, she stands tall. There is evidently still elven blood in her.
