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Location: A road in Nohr Time: Dawn Tag: Evelyn and oliver
The world wouldn't stand still. It wobbled, unsteady washing in Fae Sherwood's deep green eyes. Streaks of dirty sweat broke the splattered blood on her tired face. She couldn't remember whose blood it was, though the dried blood along her arm probably came from the deep gashes through her long gloves. Looking down herself, the strawberry dancer was cut and torn all over.
Another dress lost. It was an expensive one too. It matched perfectly and now it was nothing more than torn shredded cloth. What a stupid thing to think about. People died. A lot of people. Their screams. Their cries. Those bestial roars. That night was rough. It was just a night right? Or was it days? Fae couldn't remember. She hadn't slept. Combined with the battle, she was barely able to walk.
The road had been long, longer than she thought it was going to be. She dragged her feet. Her head hung. No doubt her colorful hair was a mess. She held the spear in one hand, its tip carving a trail through the dirt behind her. Her left hand held the brown key. Both weapons were tipped with foul, discolored blood. This wasn't what she had in mind when she left Marcarth.
Her leg gave up and Fae twirled to the ground, key sliding from her grasp. She reached for it, once again noticing the first rays of dawn. Her eyes drew heavy. She just needed to push harder. She just needed to get up. Darkness stole her hopes away and right there, on the side of the road, Fae gave up.
Making his way down the road from one town to the next, Oliver had decided to get out of the last one before things got a bit hectic. The sight of faceless always put him on edge, and seeing some roaming near the town made him want to rush out and fight, even if they weren't antagonistic. The ash-blonde headed lad made it down the road, deciding to find his next adventure with bag in tow.
As his boots met the dirt road, dust was kicked up now and then, not showing on the dark brown pants of the traveling bard. Humming a song to himself as he went down the path, he reached up to pull the dark brown hood of his jacket up over his head, a set of light grey dots darting the outside of the garment. Underneath the rustic orange shirt matched the color of the rising sun.
Along the path, Oliver came to a halt, reaching behind himself for his Wooden Crux, taking note of someone or something on the ground. Twirling the cane around in both hands, he brought the wooden weapon up behind his back, hand near the angled part of the weapon, left hand outwards and fingers spread. As he approached the body, instead of looking for any bandits, he knelt down, resting the shaft of the weapon on the ground as a counterweight.
Next to the body, Oliver reached over with his free hand to touch the girl's shoulder and try to stir her awake, "You seem to be in a bit of a spot there lass. Why don't we pick you up and get you someplace where a Mauthe Doog won't make you a snack?" He would store the weapon behind himself, leaning over to get one arm around the girl on the ground with a sigh and the other to help her up to her feet, looking to try and help her to her feet so he wouldn't be carrying her princess style. "Up we get, come on!"
It was interesting to find a body like this, and one with life still in it, on the side of the road! His intent was to get her to a campfire or a nearby town before ribbing into her with his normal means of socialization.
For all she usually rode Mortimer into battle, Evelyn did not typically ride him for travel. Her reluctance was for practical reasons, mostly. Riding a wyvern left her far more saddlesore than riding a horse ever had, for one thing, and for another, it forced Mortimer to carry not only his own weight, but also that of Evelyn and all of their supplies. It wasn't comfortable or fair to either of them, so she tended to walk most places. It was slower, and she was more likely to run into bandits and the like, but generally it was just the better option.
That all went out the window when she realized the village she was about to ender had been overrun with Faceless. The only redeemable thing she could say about the monsters was that they couldn't fly, and so she had scrambled up on Mortimer's back and taken off as fast as he could go in the opposite direction.
Evelyn sighed as the wind whipped through her short hair. The adrenaline had just about worn off at this point, and she knew Mortimer would be getting tired soon. It was a bit of a shame, though. In battle, they always had to stick low to the ground. It wasn't often that they got to just sail aimlessly through the skies. And it was really beautiful, surrounded by nothing but air, with no trees or buildings to obscure her view of the sky.
But she really was going to get sore soon, and Mortimer's wings would get tired, so she leaned over a bit to start looking for a good place to land.
She had been looking for only a few minutes when she spotted a strange figure walking below. She had a moment of panic--had the Faceless made it all the way out here, too?--before she realized the colors were all wrong to be a monster. They zipped past before Evelyn could get a clear look, and she urged Mortimer to turn a round, flying lower this time so she could see better. On the second pass, she realized it was two people, one supporting the other who seemed to be mostly dead weight. She urged Mortimer back around for a third pass, and this time she was sure at least of of them was hurt, and badly.
Evelyn urged Mortimer to land on the side of the road and threw herself from his back as soon as he touched down. She left her axe where it was still strapped to his saddle and rushed toward the two people. From this distance, she could tell it was a man and a woman, and while the man seemed fine, the woman was in rough shape. Clothes torn, covered in blood, and clearly unconscious, she looked like she had been in a fight with a Faceless and lost. With how close the Faceless-ridden village was, it seemed entirely likely that she had.
"What happened? Is she okay?" Evelyn asked once she was in shouting distance. Not for the first time, she wished she had learned how to utilize a staff.
Movement. It was the first thing Fae felt. Someone strange, someone warm, was wrapping his hand around her. Dazed eyes met his, but didn't fully understand them. Fear stole her mind until the man spoke calming words. Help. That's what it was.
"Not me." Fae said. Her voice was barely audible. "The village. The people." She stumbled, gripping the man's jacket so she didn't fall. "They need us. They're.. They're being killed."
Distant shouting broke her frantic thoughts. A woman, had the faceless chased her down. Completely missing the situation, and most of her faculties, Fae held up her bronze key. She pushed from the man and stumbled forward, intent on a fight. Though she stumbled, her natural foot work kicked in and the dancer twirled with a flourish before catching herself.
"We're coming!" She shouted back, voice hoarse.
Finally falling to her knees, Fae realized what had happened when the black and red flower fell from her forehead. She held its ripped petals in hand and their scent came with the echoing scent of burning flesh. Her eyes dulled and she looked to her two rescues. "They're gone." Fae whispered "They have to be. It was an army... an ocean..." Feeling the need to defend herself, the dancer went on "We thought we could take them... We thought we could defend the city.. We didn't know.. We thought we could until we saw them..."
Oliver was busy picking up and starting to carry Fae off toward the nearest village when the sound of swooping wings rang out, something big was coming before it landed. Glancing over his shoulder, Oliver noticed a wyvern rider, something you don't see too often, granted they were more common in Nohr than Hoshido.
"Oh cheers! I dunno. Just found her napping on the road like it was a common practice for her." He chided while giving the dancer a squeeze in the ribs to keep her awake as it seemed she was slipping in and out. "Helluva a place to pick for a campsite, and not even a tent." Though his teasing nature took a back seat when he heard something about a village being attacked.
Stopping for but a moment, Oliver looked at the dancer, as she pushed herself away and went into a twirl and a half, bringing herself to her knees while the spear fighter folded his arms and looked at her. After she shouted that they were coming, he looked over at the forced companion for this adventure, it was a nice thing to find adventure, but to stumble into one was another. Still, he addressed the wyvern rider, and in a manner that didn't fit the mood, "Hi there. I'm Oliver. Seems we're going on an adventure together."
Shrugging with a smile, the wandering story-teller approached the girl on the ground and knelt down next to her, arms folded over his knees, a deadpan look on his face. "So you're saying we aren't going? Why don't you take a deep breath and talk to us before you wind up getting yourself hurt trying to stand. I'd offer a vulnerary if I had one." He scratched the back of his head through his hood, looking over at the rider and pointing his thumb at the wyvern's saddle, indicating he was wondering if she had something to help the dancer.
Evelyn blinked a few times as she listened to--Oliver, was is?--speak. He seemed so...genial, when this woman was clearly in shock and distraught about something. She supposed people reacted to stress in different ways, but it still threw her. Not sure what else to do, she focused on what the poor woman was babbling about. She could introduce herself in a moment, once they had managed to calm the woman down and get the full story out of her.
"A village? What village?" she asked, but then she already knew. Her eyes darted the direction she came, then she turned and gestured at Mortimer where he had been standing several yards away. If a barely-conscious and badly hurt woman had managed to stumble this far, a Faceless could have as well. The wyvern lumbered over slowly and with his head down to appear as non-threatening as was possible for a heavily armored minor dragon. With another gesture, he put himself between the trio and the road where they had come from. At the very least, Evelyn thought, he could give them a warning if anything appeared.
Once Oliver had finished peppering the woman with questions, he turned back to Evelyn. It took her a moment to realize what he was asking, and when she did, her shoulders slumped. "I was going to restock at the next village, but..." she trailed off and again looked back toward the doomed town over Mortimer's flank. She bit her lip and looked back at Oliver. "I have bandages, though, and some clean water. We can at least get her cleaned up, but I don't know if we should linger here," she said.
Evelyn turned to the woman and waved her hand to draw her attention. "I'm sorry, I know this is stressful, but you mentioned a "we." Was there someone with you? Were there any other-" She stumbled, but pressed on, "-any other survivors?"
Still on her knees, Fae glanced to the woman beside he. Lips, parted. Brow, furrowed. She clutched the petals tightly, crushing what was left of them. There had been two with her, their faces a blur of stress and smoke. Were they alive? Could they be? The dancer's breaths deepened as she searched the haze of her mind.
The inn crumbled. Smoke. Her weapon. The faceless. THE FOX.
"There was a kitsune." She mumbled "We lost her in a craze. We fled when it seemed like she was going to attack anyone."
Explosions. Fire. Faceless couldn't use fire. Why were things burning? Why were things exploding? The woman. There was a second woman with her. Shelter. Calming her breath, Fae slowly rose to her feet.
"There was another woman with me." She said, voice renewed with conviction "We had taken shelter to rest and found a mage. Some man was attacking the city. He attacked us with fire and... And... I couldn't stay there. Look at me. I was worse hours ago. But that woman.. Lydia... She's still there.... She might still be alive."
Fae turned taking another step, she stumbled again "We have to help her." She swallowed "Oliver right? We have to help them."
"Well, survivors is a good word to hear. I suppose it wouldn't be in good conscience to just get you to a village then." Oliver spoke to the woman who still had not given them her name. There was promise of finding a kitsune who was still alive and some other people. "It would be in my best interest to see this village too, so I was intent on going there either way."
Looking over to the girl with the wyvern and then to the stumbling dancer again, Oliver approached the crumbled girl and knelt down in front of her, arms behind his back, trying to signal her to get on. "You're not standing enough as is. Either hop on or ask for a ride from the mini-dragon. Some time off your feet will help you get your bearings back." He would wait for the dancer to make her decision, offering to carry her on his back on the way to the village.
This was a bit of a silly thing for him to do, but it was a nice gesture when someone clearly wanted to go somewhere and couldn't use their legs too well. Bit odd for a dancer to stumble about, he thought, "Come on then, the quicker we get there the quicker we can scavenge for survivors."
Evelyn took in the information slowly. One, maybe two survivors, assuming they had been incredibly lucky, and one of those survivors might be as hostile as the Faceless. She gnawed on her lip, and a guilty, ugly part of her wondered if they should just take the one guaranteed survivor and make a run for it instead of risking the addition of three to five more corpses. But then Oliver promised to go help, and she knew there was no way of stopping them, and no way she could watch them walk off on their own. She quietly rose as well, and kept her thoughts to herself.
Still, there was the matter of the woman barely being able to stand. "I don't mean to be presumptuous," she began, addressing Oliver, "but if we're walking into a hostile situation, don't you think it would be better to have your hands free? I mean, if we're attacked, you might drop her. Or something. And it would be nice to be able to fight back with your... stick?" she said, her voice growing a little weaker toward the end as she took in his odd weapon.
She quickly turned to Fae instead. "You're welcome to ride Mortimer--Ah, that is, the wyvern--for as long as you need. He's very well trained, I promise, and won't let any harm come to you." She said. She then hesitated for a brief moment before adding, "And, um, and are you sure you want want any first aid?"
Fae, still rocking in place due to the uncertain shake in her leg nodded. "Thank you Oliver, but the woman is right. You're going to need to be able to defend yourself and I can't be responsible for you dying while holding me." Looking towards the wyvern, she nodded. "Your mount sounds like a fine choice then.. And yes. I could definitely use some first aid. But let's do this quickly. The longer we hesitate, the bigger chance they won't be alive."
Swallowing hard as she moved to the mount, Fae turned and looked to her rescuers "Thank you. And I mean that. My name is Fae Sherwood and I am absolutely grateful to have met you both."
"Oi oi! Don't knock the cane. All of my people use it for things like fishing, building, farming and hunting. And posh that! It's more fun this way." He spoke in reference to carrying Fae while they could get into a fight. Either he was very dumb or just a thrill-seeker, it was the latter. Anyone could see it in the look in his eyes and the grin on his face, they seemed excited yet sinister but not in the way you would see in one with an evil heart.
When the dancer spoke about being set down, he shrugged, as a result Fae's legs would slip out of his arms and touch the ground, letting her go over to Mortimer the wyvern. "Alright then. That's decided: First aid, hitch a ride, look for survivors, tell stories later."
he turned about on his heels, twirling the cane around his body with both hands like one would a spear, winding up pointing the crooked end at the wyvern rider to emphasize his point, "You ready Miss-no-name?" He referenced that she had yet to give her name to either himself or Fae.
Evelyn's shoulders hunched guiltily. She had't meant to insult the weapon. She just didn't know what it was. She squeaked out a soft, "Sorry, didn't mean to imply- sorry!" before blushing and busying herself with extracting the first aid supplies from her bag.
She tossed out a few spent vulneraries, a ring of old keys, and a few other odds and ends before she finally withdrew a small bag containing a few rolls of bandages and a half-used pot containing some sort of minty salve. She held them out like an offering to Fae. "It's no trouble, really." she said. "Do you want help with this?" she asked, before her attention was drawn to Oliver.
It took her a moment to realize he was talking to her, but when she did the fading pink in her cheeks brightened once more. "My name is Evelyn Brandon," she said, the pseudonym coming easier with practice. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything earlier. I thought- well, it doesn't matter."
Fae took what was offered with a solemn nod. "Thanks, but I can do this." Unwrapping a bandage she shrugged "Light medical training." The dance said, hoping a single sentence explained it.
The salve spread easily and left its minty scent in thin layers along her hand. She sniffed it out of habit, hoping to get a sense of its ingredients. They stood a mystery while numbing the sting pain she had grown used to. Pain receding, the throbbing in her head faded. Her legs remained weak. Strips were placed along her body and the thickest wrappings hid her arms.
"Evelyn?" The dancer parroted "Thanks again. And you too." She turned to oliver "I wouldn't be so eager to get back there, but there's just something about your energy." Fae swallowed hard, gathering what might she had left "Your strength gives me strength. Let's go."
"Oh relax dragon rider! I'm just giving you a hard time." He stated bluntly to Evelyn. When Evelyn tried to apologize some more and talk about what she thought was going on, Oliver looked over his shoulder at her with a sly grin, "You thought that I would try to take advantage of someone defenseless? You thought I was attempting to rob her? You were perhaps thinking I was taking her off to the slave trade?" He listed off a worse offense each time, wanting to see how much he could fluster Evelyn.
"I am a bit more civilized than that madame." With a smile still on his face, he turned toward Fae, looking as she finished her first aid and spoke to him about him being her strength, "See? She likes me! Already shooting up love flags." He used a writer's term for when one says or does something that throws people into thoughts of romanticism. Although it was greatly appreciated, Oliver was just teasing both of them to lighten the mood and get them to focus on what he was about to say.
"We're gonna go in, I'll be on foot going in first. If it looks a little hectic for me, do kindly dive bomb and drop off our healer for support and cart off any unsavory beasties with mister mini-dragon's feet aye?" Without waiting for a response, Oliver moved off in the direction that Fae had come from, his sights set on what was up ahead of him.
"Love flags?" Fae repeated. She listened to this man's banter, feeling almost an obligation to take in each word despite them not being aimed at her. The more threatening his supposed situations, the more frightening her own had become. oliver was right. She was at the mercy of anyone who had passed by. Escaping the burning city could have lead to something worse than death.
He was already walking away when Fae called out "Wait! I'm not really a healer!" She fell quiet, looking to the woman standing beside her and saying "He scares me a bit.... He's a bit eccentric..."
Truth be told, she was a bit frightened for him. He was strolling off on an adventure straight into the charred site of some dreary story and its monstrous characters were still there. They had to be. She turned to Evelyn with a sigh "We should probably get going. I'd like to be a bit ahead of him."
Taking a step towards the wyvern, Fae backed froze. Was she really about to ride this thing?
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