Post by Bastille Amtrum on Mar 8, 2013 18:05:07 GMT -8
Bastille stood in the canyon with a large blackish brown cloak over her shoulders, lined with fur. Under was her typical outfit. With her was her sword. Her hand rested on it quietly as her thumb ran over the hilt smoothly. A couple yards away a small group of people hoisting ruck sacks and a couple other small effects were trudging through the high grass.
The eldest of them, a man with a beard, a receding hair line, and enough wrinkles to prove he'd seen some years- walked up quietly with a worn smile on his face.
"It's been a while friend." He said quietly, leaning on a large clothed object which Bastille only assumed to be his broad sword.
"What should I call you by now?" He teased- it was obvious they were old friends.
"Je vois que votre sens de l'humour ne meurt jamais, capitaine." She replied in French. Her eyes acknowledging the other travelers as they looked around cautiously. Both the man and Bastille let out a heavy sigh.
"Avez-vous apporté ce que j'ai demandé?" She said bluntly, not minding the others anymore.
"oui, lourde petit bijou .." He replied with his husky voice.
"Et vous revenez à la mer demain?" She asked quietly.
He nodded gruffly and looked at the others.
"Nous allons mettre dans l'Est et rencontrer nos compatriotes à peu près."
"La nuit est sombre et plein de terreurs mon DeQuincey capitaine, je ne peut pas être sainte, mais je prierai tout de même." She said resolutely.
"Oui, mais le brillant de la lumière la plus sombre de l'ombre. Ombre ne peut exister sans la lumière. On ne peut exister sans l'ombre la lumière. Méfiez-vous du jour de plus que la nuit. Les gens sont aveuglés par leurs propres yeux." He said with a crooked smile. Bastille smirked.
"Who taught you that?"
"I believe it was you..." He said as if he had really thought about it. He then nodded and handed her a giant duffel bag that was stuffed so tight the zipper looked about to pop off. Bastille grabbed it and slung it over her shoulder.
"You can be a great mother, better than your mother ever was..." He said finally.
"Evelyn and Aryanna." She said quietly, kicking the ground with her metal toed boot.
"Aye, good names. I'm sorry for missing the wedding." He said calmly.
"Probably better that you don't, I'm actually going to look like a girl." Bastille snarked.
"Yes, perhaps. You were never much of one - to me at least." He laughed holding out his hand to shake good bye.
Bastille held out her hand back and the two grabbed each-others wrists and shook hard and firm like two men.
"pour le frère" He said.
"et son frère" She replied and they let go. Parting their separate ways.
----
Bastille would be walking back towards God Territory. Her crimson hues staring at the moon silently. For a moment she paused, in the streets of dragon land and held up the duffel bag. Her eyes monitored it for a moment before she kept on walking, completely silent in the dark night.
The eldest of them, a man with a beard, a receding hair line, and enough wrinkles to prove he'd seen some years- walked up quietly with a worn smile on his face.
"It's been a while friend." He said quietly, leaning on a large clothed object which Bastille only assumed to be his broad sword.
"What should I call you by now?" He teased- it was obvious they were old friends.
"Je vois que votre sens de l'humour ne meurt jamais, capitaine." She replied in French. Her eyes acknowledging the other travelers as they looked around cautiously. Both the man and Bastille let out a heavy sigh.
"Avez-vous apporté ce que j'ai demandé?" She said bluntly, not minding the others anymore.
"oui, lourde petit bijou .." He replied with his husky voice.
"Et vous revenez à la mer demain?" She asked quietly.
He nodded gruffly and looked at the others.
"Nous allons mettre dans l'Est et rencontrer nos compatriotes à peu près."
"La nuit est sombre et plein de terreurs mon DeQuincey capitaine, je ne peut pas être sainte, mais je prierai tout de même." She said resolutely.
"Oui, mais le brillant de la lumière la plus sombre de l'ombre. Ombre ne peut exister sans la lumière. On ne peut exister sans l'ombre la lumière. Méfiez-vous du jour de plus que la nuit. Les gens sont aveuglés par leurs propres yeux." He said with a crooked smile. Bastille smirked.
"Who taught you that?"
"I believe it was you..." He said as if he had really thought about it. He then nodded and handed her a giant duffel bag that was stuffed so tight the zipper looked about to pop off. Bastille grabbed it and slung it over her shoulder.
"You can be a great mother, better than your mother ever was..." He said finally.
"Evelyn and Aryanna." She said quietly, kicking the ground with her metal toed boot.
"Aye, good names. I'm sorry for missing the wedding." He said calmly.
"Probably better that you don't, I'm actually going to look like a girl." Bastille snarked.
"Yes, perhaps. You were never much of one - to me at least." He laughed holding out his hand to shake good bye.
Bastille held out her hand back and the two grabbed each-others wrists and shook hard and firm like two men.
"pour le frère" He said.
"et son frère" She replied and they let go. Parting their separate ways.
----
Bastille would be walking back towards God Territory. Her crimson hues staring at the moon silently. For a moment she paused, in the streets of dragon land and held up the duffel bag. Her eyes monitored it for a moment before she kept on walking, completely silent in the dark night.
