--Queen Shiva -- Kilkis Seres Campgrounds--
Dawson took flight nearly as abruptly as he had arrived, leaving Shiva to her troubled thoughts of her comatose son. The queen didn't have much time to linger on these disturbances, however, as her attention was quickly arrested by others needing her. One being Eclaire.
The rose-haired woman fell to her knees, uttering final words of defeat before succumbing to her fatigue. With a start, Shiva slid to the forest floor, catching Eclaire before she could collapse with a hard fall. Gently tucking Eclaire's head under her chin and on her chest, she smoothed her bangs away from her pallid face. She did not look well.
"Of course you haven't failed me," said Shiva tenderly, hand bracing Eclaire's head against her. "The human king is but one object in this conflict. His death alone wouldn't have resulted in the end of the war. So long as there is hope the humans will proceed to fight, and right now that hope is Raiden. Only once his resolve diminishes will this war end, though I do not foresee such an event happening without his death."
Shiva shifted so that her legs were along one side of her body, her knees sideways to accommodate the other woman on her lap. She didn't know if Eclaire could hear her any longer, but she continued speaking regardless. "Thank you for being my support and comfort through these difficult months. I believe it was fate that brought us to meet, which I am forever grateful for. Even if things were difficult, and perhaps not as they should have been, I am still grateful for the time that we have had together. Thank you, Eclaire, for seeing this through. For believing in me, even when no one else did."
The ice queen rose her head from the ground upon the approach of her enchanted armor friend. For a moment it was as though they had lapsed back in time, Shiva the small, helpless child who craned her neck to look up imploringly at Maxis for guidance, for support. He declared that he needed to speak with her, to which she nodded.
"And I you."
She gingerly set Eclaire on the ground, lacing her fingers with Maxis' armored hand. Something she used to do as a child, and something she hadn't done in an incredibly long time. Leading them away to a more private area, the blue-haired queen turned to face the armor.
"What words do you have for me, Maxis? Where do we stand?"
(I feel as though someone else had approached the queen, though I can't find the post or the character. If I missed it, sorry, and please let me know and I'll edit my post.)
--Everyth Castanova -- Outskirts of Mystras' tents-- Encountering Henry--
"Well, well, it would seem the Dreadnaught lives."
Stepping from outside the shadow of a tree stood the familiar dark mage from the World Below. Human, much like Henry, and yet, like Henry, so inhuman. Everyth tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, her silver streak of hair contrasting against her otherwise dark wavy locks.
"I didn't expect any less from you, though for some reason I didn't expect us both to survive. You look like you have seen better days, though. What happened? That big hunk of armor didn't find you, did he?" She placed a finger on her lips, thinking back to how eager Maxis was to rip Henry apart limb from limb. "I tried to stop him, but you could probably imagine how well that went over."
Her chest and torso were solely covered in bandages, and black trousers were heavily clad in bandages as well. Her feet were bare on the blades of soft grass, her shoulders and arms exposed to the cool night air. A soft smile played on her lips as she approached Henry, and for once her cocky and sarcastic demeanor was not worn.
"I am glad that you are alright."
--Curvis Sourati -- Leaving battlegrounds with Aqua--
The brunet cocked a brow at Aqua's resolve. "Hide in the woods? Alone?" he repeated. Perhaps he were too acclimated to his own world, but any girl hiding in the woods alone didn't seem like a particularly good idea to him. Even with her magic.
"I do have an idea, though perhaps a foolish one," he admitted. "I . . . would like to meet your queen. I feel that, if I may speak with her, I might be able to find a resolution of peace. I do not want war. I feel that we should return home, but I have gotten as far as I possibly could with my king and Lord Raiden. Perhaps your queen would see things differently. May I? I mean, that is . . . would you introduce us?"
It was a risky move, and perhaps a death sentence, but Curvis had to at least try to make a difference in any way that he could.
--Yevgeni Malachite -- Kilkis Seres healer's tent--
The blond shrugged off healing when it was proffered to him. His wounds were not great, and he didn't want to waste time in finding out where they stood in the current conflict. His desire was to seek out Queen Shiva, but she was already tethered to that Retainer of hers and her enchanted armor friend. Word spread quickly that she was planning to meet with Raiden alone that night, which likely wouldn't result in anything good. Good things never happened when those two were alone.
Curiosity perhaps got the better of the blond, and despite his better judgment, he stole into the tent where the mysterious fighter had been whisked off to by a white mage. There he found Nergal, though whether Nergal saw or recognized him remained to be seen. Could he have solutions? Would Yev truly be interested in his proposition? He partly doubted it, but even still . . . he couldn't resist.
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