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A soft breeze blew threw her robe as Emmeryn was huddled over a small shrub, picking hard green berries that were used for common tinctures in Cheve. She wasn't much help to the nurses in town when there weren't people to heal since she couldn't read or write, so she found other ways to make herself useful. Today she had decided to begin the extremely arduous process of turning these small berries into a fairly weak tincture so she could sell it to the merchants in town and make a bit of coin to save for her travels. She sighed as she got to her feet and looked over the hills in the distance, tucking her light curls behind her ear. While she was welcome in Cheve, most people didn't bother trying to talk to her since she wasn't very good conversation. It got very lonely some days and even the stray cats outside her house didn't seem to make her feel better.
She tucked her small wicker basket under her arm and turned back towards her small cabin. She practiced speaking the words that she knew the meanings for as she took each step, hoping to one day learn what she had lost. She had grown to know how to ask people if they needed healed, barely, but that was about all she had managed to get down.
"Emm.." That's me. "Ca-cat." Four-legged furries that like to eat my leftovers. "He..he-hel..".
She trailed off as she saw a figure in the distance and she tilted her head to the side. Someone this far off the path? The only people who traveled this way were the fishermen who knew the shortcut through the hills. As the dark spot in the distance grew clearer she waved her free arm gently, a gesture she knew meant hello to Nohrians. As they came even closer she tilted her head and a look of concern took over her features.
"A-are" she swallowed and swore internally at her hazy brain. "y- hu-hu.. hurt?"
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The path back to Cheve was usually clear cut and simple. But, time was of the essence. The shortcut was taken, the one that was usually used by the fishermen. But such knowledge of shortcuts was also important to the Nohrian army. Soon enough, the lone patrol of the Border Guard finds not one, but two people currently on the path. Someone that was injured and approaching what Kyverian could only assume was a Cheve Healer.
"What brings you two out this far from the roads?"
A commanding voice, followed by a commanding presence. The Nohrian guard cautiously enters the area with one hand near the hilt of the bronze sword. The other hand placed on the hip. An authoritative gaze bounced from the shadowy figure and onto the woman, a quick glance of her appearance was all that he needed to know that she was not quite Nohrian. But also, not Hoshidan either. For now, he says nothing, keeping a close watch as his approach brings him over to them both. Emmeryn
Emmeryn approached the shadowy figure who was clutching their arm, not noticing the large guard that was approaching them until she heard the sound of his voice. She jumped and gave out a small squeak before she turned to the second man, much taller than the first. She wasn't used to hearing such a strong voice around these parts. She gave him a quick once over, keeping closer to the injured stranger. He was clearly Nohrian, and seemed to be ready to strike at any moment. Once her eyes saw that he had his hand on the hilt of his sword, she threw her hands up in a submissive gesture. She shook her head softly and pointed to the stranger.
"H-hurt." She said softly, her voice just a bit louder than a whisper. She bent down to set her basket on the ground, making sure that the berries were out of harm's way. She pulled her staff from off her belt at her hip and she waved her hand over the strange man who still hadn't said a single word, healing any surface ailments he may have had.
A surge of ice ran up her spine as an unsettled gurgle came from the throat of the passerby and she clutched onto her staff, unsure of what to do. She looked towards the Nohrian guard with panic clear on her face as she tried to take a step away from the grunting away and closer towards the commanding figure at her left.
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The sudden gurgling noise that erupted from the man was nothing good for either of the two. Though she didn't quite look like a Nohrian, she was still someone that was in danger. Within the heat of the moment, the bronze sword is drawn from the sheathe. Both hands are nestled into the hilt as the armored swordsman charges the shadowy figure. Each step rattled the platemail, his attention focused entirely onto the man that was perceived as an enemy, a sickly creature that would only spread some type of disease.
"Get to cover!"
A loud command was issued towards Emmeryn to ensure she wasn't hurt by any retaliatory attack. Kyverian's shoulder comes first, bashing the shadowy figure away from her as he soon fills in the space of the gap between the two. His blue eyes holding contempt, hatred, and an absolute desire to see the figure before him dead. His body remains rigid, honed discipline coming into play as he formulates a plan to attack the figure without putting Emmeryn in harm's way.
"Do not heal that man, he is your enemy."
There wasn't any other way to look at it but that. No normal human moved like a shambling abomination like the man that the healer tried to mend. The bronze blade is pointed towards the figure, a warning that Kyverian had every intention to strike him down.
In one moment she was standing at ease between two people, and in the next she was behind the strange knight-figure, being shielded from the shrouded figure. His voice was so loud in her ears that she couldn't help but gasp as she stared at the gurgling figure. Enemy? It had been such a long time since she heard that word, or at least she thought it had been. When she saw the sword drawn between the two she knew not to come between them. Her heart ached for the lost soul though, and she wish she knew of something she could do to end his suffering. She turned towards the Norhian guard again and spoke a little loud, pointing to the hooded figure with a hopeless look on her face.
"But, but!" She shook her head, trying to remember her words. "He... hurt!" It wasn't in her nature to see another living soul in pain. She wished she could scream out to the dark haired man. Isn't there anything we can do to save him? He must be in so much pain! Perhaps the best option would be to end his pain, if he couldn't be revived in some way. She sighed as she turned to swordsman, desperation painted on her features.
She jumped back as the dark figure lunged in their direction, releasing another cacophony of gurgles. She cried out as she held her staff tightly. Once she got a good look at the hooded eyes of the strange figure, a sharp needle went through her heart. She didn't know how she knew it, but that man couldn't be saved, not without some sort of miracle.
"Stop the.." She gulped and felt a small tear well up in the corner of her eye. "Stop the hurt...". She turned her head as to not look at either figure at the action that was about to follow and she bit her bottom lip. When she sensed a moment of hesitation she felt dread settle on her skin. "Pl-please."
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The hooded man was fast, but the Nohrian Guard was faster. The moment he saw the claws come his way, the bronze sword was brought to cut at the hands before the blade was brought to pierce the hooded figure's chest. Right through the heart, to ensure that his affliction didn't spray all over the place. The next swing was then aimed for the head, to ensure the ghoulish man didn't rise again. The hate in his eyes subsides, somewhat. Once he turns around to see that Emmeryn had turned away, Kyverian shakes his head at her inability to witness battle.
"If you cannot stand the sight, you should not come here alone." Blunt and to the point, the blade slid back into scabbard as his gaze remains pointedly onto the woman. "Your name, foreigner." It was less a question and moreso a demand, both arms folded in front of his plated torso. The basket is given a cautious glance over, a hand gesturing for her to retrieve it. "Why are you out here, alone?" His eyelids lower, now that the action had passed. It was not often that someone traveled the pathway, much less, someone who was foreign to Nohrian standards.
Emmeryn winced as she heard the sounds of bronze through skin, dull thuds followed by slick whisks. It almost made her nauseous, but she had slightly better composure than that. Once things got quiet once more she looked up at Kyverian and was shocked to see him subside back to his guard stance so quickly. Her eyes widened as he called her a foreigner and she put her hands up in a defensive gesture.
"Emm." She pointed to her chest repeatedly, her name may be one of the easiest things for her to say, so she said it with as much confidence as she could muster. "I'm... Emm." Her eyes strayed to watch his sword as it slid back into its hilt. Who was this man? Most Norhian guards would at least try and be comforting if a random woman is attacked.
She picked her basket up and held it under her arm, against her right hip. She pointed towards a small path not too far from the edge of the woods and she began walking in that direction.
"Help." She pointed to the berries, gesturing for Kyverian to follow her with a curl of her finger. "I.. help.. hurt pe-people." She let out a small sigh at her extremely limited language and pushed her bangs out of her face in frustration, making the brand on her forehead more visible. Once they walked down the path for a little bit, Emmeryn pointed to a small, unassuming cottage.
"Home. I live here." She set the basket down on her doorstep and turned to face him fully. "I live here. Lonely.. no. Alone." That wasn't too bad, I just need some more time to practice.
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The pointed gaze softens, once the guard feels that Emmeryn did not pose any threat. His guard wasn't lowered by much, but his posture was entirely less aggressive and more cautious. Slowly, Kyverian trails behind her, ensuring that the destination was without incident. Sure enough, her home was shown. His gaze turned onto Emmeryn, once she explained thr situation.
"Being alone is good, it means you won't be distracted." Of all the Nohrian guards to have ran into, Emmeryn had gotten the less chivalrous of guards. But, he at least wasn't corrupt. "Kyverian. I am Kyverian." His own hand came to press against his platemail, eyes closed shut for a brief moment before opening up again. Though, questions began to form in his mind, more words needed to be used than he would have liked.
"What's your story?" The soldier gestures from himself towards Emm, without a hint of remorse for the man he slew, nor a shred of emotion that hinted towards how he felt in the now. "Share your history."
Emmeryn stepped into the house, keeping an eye on Kyverian as she set the basket of berries down on her table in her small, undecorated cottage. She turned to face him as he introduced himself and she gave a small curtsy. While he seemed to have calmed down after fighting, he was still extremely stiff. It would be safer for her to keep her guard up, although if she were to get into a confrontation with him, she would surely lose. He was obviously a very talented guard and knew how to use the blade at his hip.
"Story?" She stopped for a moment to think of how she would even begin to explain her current situation. She reached over her head to grab a tea kettle off of a shelf and she set it on top of her wood burning stove after filling it with spring water she had gathered last night. She bit the corner of her lip as she set two cups on her small table and gestured for him to sit as she took her own seat.
"Wo-woke up outside." She glanced towards a little moon chart she had made and gave him a small smile "Two months ago." She gestured with an open palm to her staff, her numeral-bearing sash, and an odd, dented up headpiece that she had on a small table against the wall. "With just th-that". I don't mem- remember anything else." She slid a small box containing different bundles to teas to Kyverian so he could choose his flavor.
"I heal people... in Cheve." She folded her hands and set them politely in her lap. That was basically all there was to her story at this point. She knew there was more to her than that, she must have had an important role in her life before, she could just feel it.
"You? What is.. your story, Kyv?" She stumbled over the rest of his name, unable to get any tangible sounds out. She sighed gently and averted her gaze from him. "Sorry." She stood up as the kettle began ringing and she returned to the table with it and poured the boiling water in his cup. "Are you from No-Nohr?" It seemed like a stupid question, but she never liked to assume anyone's alliances in these troubled times. Asking a Nohrian if they were from Hoshido could easily result in an injury.
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The house was immediately scanned for anything out of the ordinary. The vicinity is checked without hesitation, yet respecting the owner's rights and not moving things about. His eyes soon returned towards Emmeryn when she began to speak, taking a seat by the table as he awaits the full story. The dented head piece catches Kyverian's attention, drawing it away from the offered flavors of tea. "Whichever flavor you prefer, I am not picky."
But soon enough, it was now his own turn. Unfortunately, speaking for such a length was not something he'd ever wish to do, unless arbitrarily necessary. He soon exhales softly, eyes closed shut as he finds the words to describe his own origins. "I was born in Windmire, my family once made wine that was popular, back in the day." He pauses, hands folded onto the desk, "But, my father wasted his income and became broke. I was old enough to know that we were now poor. Eventually, a family-friend took me away from my parents."
His gaze opens to reveal the cold blue stare, both eyes now set upon Emmeryn. "I have not seen them since, nor do I wish to." The somber tone in his voice emerges, as he finishes his story. "Kyv is fine. Yes, I am Nohrian." The hot water is stared upon, as he soon gestures towards Emmeryn. "You start. Show me how you make your tea." Usually, it's already brought prepared. But now was a rare moment to learn how its done.
Emmeryn wasn't bothered by Kyverian's scouting of her home. She had nothing to hide, and acting suspicious in the presence of a Nohrian guard wouldn't bode well for anyone involved. When she saw that his eyes had locked onto her dented golden headpiece she stood to grab it for him and she set it in front of him so he could better look at it. It looks like it had been crushed on the back with a rock, but she had no recollection of the piece whatsoever.
She met his gaze with her own soft, green eyes as he spoke and her heart ached for the poor man. How bad things must have gotten that he had no desire to go back to his family. She moved slowly towards him, as to not startle him, and set a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I am sorry." She wanted to ask him so many questions, and hear all about how he felt, but no words formed on her tongue to be presented.
"Am I Nohrian?" She asked as she pulled two small bundles of tea from the box, put them in a fine mesh that she bought at the nearest market, set them on the bottom of the two cups, then poured the boiling water over it. She stepped away from a moment to grab some sugar and a small jar of honey she had. She set them in front of her guest. She preferred to have her herbal teas unsweetened, but she had no issue with him flavoring his. She knew from the time she spent around other people that Nohrians and Hoshidans made tea in vastly different ways, she wasn't quite sure which way she made hers though. Muscle memory always guided her through brewing her own.
"Now.." she gave a gentle smile while clasping the cup in between her hands. "We wait." She hummed a happy little tune before she swirled the warm brown tendrils staining the water in her cup. "So.. why did you.." Fight? No, not that. Murder? Oh definitely not! Join the army? That's it. "Join.. No-Nohr army, Kyv?"
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The hand upon his shoulder elicits no response, save for the sudden shift from his eyes upon her to the hand on his shoulder. Unfortunately, Kyverian didn't want to have sympathy for his parents. The way he stared at the hand showed nothing but contempt for his past. He soon gently plucks Emmeryn's hands by the index finger, gently squeezing to pry the hand off from his pauldron. "No. Do not give me sympathy. I am not the same boy I once was." The tone was spoken with conviction before he follows Emmeryn's movements with his eyes.
"You could pass for one, but you distinctly lack a few essential features." His hand raises up, padding around the face, the nose, and the chin. "You'd stand out immediately." At least Emmeryn could pass for one, for the most part. But there'd definitely be tell signs she couldn't ignore. There was just too much of a distinction, if one bothered to look. "You could pass for a half-Nohrian, at least..." He soon turns his attention elsewhere, thinking about his reasons for joining the army.
"I want to become a Knight." A plan and simple affair, "So that I may recognized. So that I may return to the life I once had..." A life of a noble, a life of someone that has the riches and connections to make a difference for Nohr's forces. Being adopted, however, by a knight could only take him so far. Earning the status for himself seemed to be the more important aspect. "I want to earn my status, I want to rise up the ranks." His eyelids are lowered, hands soon coiling around the cup of tea, completely forgetting the various flavors to sweeten his tea.
"Hmm..." Although she suggested he wait, Kyverian looked tempted to chug the tea while it's hot. But eventually, he relents, his hand hesitant as he's unsure as to which flavor to pick up first. "Which flavors do you use, Emmeryn?"
Emmeryn stiffened a bit at the feel of him squeezing her hand. She didn't mean to upset him, but that did not change the fact that she did. She gave him a soft nod as she set her hands on her lap, far out of reach. "I am sorry." She looked back to her cup of tea and lightly traced the smooth clay of her simple cup. "I do not p-pity. Just... worry." He was obviously a soul looking for redemption, and she wished she could be of more service to him than just offering a cheap cup of tea.
Half-Nohrian? Were the people around here truly that distinguished? She felt like she stuck out like even more of a sore thumb now, no wonder no one believe her when she said she was from Cheve. She traced her own cheek lightly as she absorbed his words. Her eyes brightened as she met his gaze again. "Do you know... where I.. am from?" She pointed to her brand and gave a hopeful smile. "My home?"
Ah, so that's it. He wants to return the glory to his name.She watched his eyelids lower and she followed his gaze, landing on his cup of tea. "When you are a.. Knight.." She glanced at him and searched for sincerity in his face. "Will you.. see your.. family?" That word felt a little weird rolling off of her tongue, but she let the feeling slide.
She couldn't help but chuckle as he looked towards her for tea flavors. It would most likely be too bitter for him if she told him she left hers unsweetened, so she took the honey and put a small spoonful in her cup before swirling it around, causing the amber liquid to dissolve. "Here", she spoke as she pushed the honey in his direction, the took the cup in her hands and very politely took a sip to show him it was ready now. "Honey.. it's good for.. green tea."
Level 06: MERCENARY
[HP 22] [STR 16] [MAG 00]
[SKL 09] [SPD 13]
[DEF 10] [RES 02]
Iron Sword (D), MT 6 @ 85 HIT%
Skill #1 - Good Fortune: Learned at level 1
At the start of every round, this unit may roll under their SKILL stat. If the check succeeds, then this unit recovers five health points.
The path of redemption was going to be a very long road. However, Emmeryn saying that she was sorry still bothered him. "Stop apologizing." That was all he'd murmur out, deciding to shift his thoughts away from the past and onto the present. The cup of tea was all that could help, for the time being at least. His eyes watched intensely, as Emmeryn began to pour honey into her own tea. Once she offered some to him, He follows suit, pouring a tablespoon's worth of honey into the tea.
Were it not for the question of his family, however, Kyverian would have been all the more happy to have chugged the tea. He pauses, taking a moment to align his gaze with Emmeryn's before he gave his answer. "No." He didn't bother to elaborate, nor give any reason as to why. The cold tone, however, definitely spoke his disdain for his family. The tea is hastefully sipped from, the forget the bitter memories. Thankfully, the tea tasted far sweeter than his past was bitter, a curious stare was now honed onto the cup of tea.
"Green tea?" He spoke up, taking another reckless slurp, "That's a Hoshidan type of tea... Though, they add in a... 'Geen... Sighn'?... To their tea instead of just honey..." Although not entirely familiar with the culture, his parents did have him familiarize with the herb. But he could never get the name entirely correct. "You should have a try of those. Even if you must pry it from a Hoshidan soldier's hands." Now that he had a familiar taste of the hot brew, his sips were far more calculating.
She bit her bottom lip and gave a small nod as she murmured the command at her. She could tell that she obviously hit a sore spot and she didn't want to prod him too much. They had just met after all. When he said no to her, she knew that she had treaded too far into sensitive territory and as much as she wanted to reach out an comfort him, she knew it would not be received well. So instead she just sipped her tea and glanced towards the window as a few stray raindrops pattered against the glass.
She watched as he made his tea with a slight bit of amusement. Had he never made his own tea before? He was following her every step, and she found it charming, cute almost. She wouldn't let word of that slip out to him though. She had a feeling that he wouldn't do well with being called cute. She smiled as he spoke of how Hohsidans drank their tea and she gave an excited nod.
"I would love to!" She blushed as the words left her mouth, the first full sentence that she didn't have to stumble over since waking up near Cheve. She happily sipped her tea in celebration before she glanced down at the deep hue. "I like.. green teas. They have more flavor."
She trembled slightly as a sudden surge of lightning flashed outside and the rain after it fell like small stones in a heavy cascade. She leaned over and lit a small candle she had on her table before she pushed it closer to Kyverian.
"Should stay, until storm.. cl-clears." She was worried about him marching out in the dark downpour, this place was already easy enough to get lost in. "So.. what do you do for... fun?"
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