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EquinoxSol
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Linnor had been about to race after the Reagent Lord, give him a piece of his mind, but Rochirion called him back. "Yes, my lord?" he asked, the words being just what he needed to humble him. If his lord hadn't called for him, he would have lost all control over himself and broken his promise to himself. Soldiers on both sides would have died by his hand.
"The footsoldiers will keep them busy. I know you do not want to release your shadows and I will not make you. By tonight, we will have the city." With that, Rochirion stood back with Linnor as the general sheathed his weapons, crossing his arms over his chest. He hoped beyond hope that his lord was right. He didn't know if he could stand a failed siege.
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Faervel had to resist the urge to run. She wasn't a delicate rose that everyone believed her to be. Her father had treated her as equal to her brothers, and she was used to striving to have the qualities her brothers had: bravery, a good sword arm, charisma, and undying devotion to who they loved. Faervel wasn't sure who she loved at the moment, but she was certain that when she found that someone, she would stick with him to the ends of the earth.
"Why?" she asked him next, though she thought she knew the answer. She didn't like how he was being so humble, as if he actually held any respect for her. It felt like he was making fun of her, which he probably was. And if he seriously thought his chivalry act would make her more compliant to anything he would do to her, he was stupider than he looked.
Frowning at the elf, she tried to keep her own act up. She did not support this war with the elves, but she knew it was exepected of her to be as mistrustful of elves aas everyone else was.
"The footsoldiers will keep them busy. I know you do not want to release your shadows and I will not make you. By tonight, we will have the city." With that, Rochirion stood back with Linnor as the general sheathed his weapons, crossing his arms over his chest. He hoped beyond hope that his lord was right. He didn't know if he could stand a failed siege.
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Faervel had to resist the urge to run. She wasn't a delicate rose that everyone believed her to be. Her father had treated her as equal to her brothers, and she was used to striving to have the qualities her brothers had: bravery, a good sword arm, charisma, and undying devotion to who they loved. Faervel wasn't sure who she loved at the moment, but she was certain that when she found that someone, she would stick with him to the ends of the earth.
"Why?" she asked him next, though she thought she knew the answer. She didn't like how he was being so humble, as if he actually held any respect for her. It felt like he was making fun of her, which he probably was. And if he seriously thought his chivalry act would make her more compliant to anything he would do to her, he was stupider than he looked.
Frowning at the elf, she tried to keep her own act up. She did not support this war with the elves, but she knew it was exepected of her to be as mistrustful of elves aas everyone else was.