_________________________________ Cara narrowed her feral eyes, and honed in on Kahlan. Outwardly she still looked as she had hundreds of years before. Young, vernal. There was a calculated calm washed across her pale cheeks. She sheathed her sword, and called out to some of the soldiers around her. The snapped to attention, and begin looking over the bodies of the fallen enemy while Kahlan began walking towards Cara. She was holding her sword, the point resting on the frozen ground, both palms were resting on the hilt. "Another battle completed. To be notched in your belt, Mistress Cara?" Kahlan asked, her eyes lightening slightly as she smiled. Cara felt her leg aching, a phantom, and purely emotional reminder of a battle lifetimes ago. "There will always be rebellions to slaughter." Cara said, and touched her fingertip to the corner of her mouth. Kahlan, understanding, licked the remaining drops of blood away. "You seem displeased." "In what way?" Cara asked. "To see me." Kahlan said. Cara put her sword's blade on her shoulder, and willed any phantom pains of feelings in her chest to be silent. If only she could stop the annoyingly nervous sweating she felt she was doing under her leathers. "Five years is not very long. Am I to understand that your expectation was for me to miss you?" "That is selfish of me, isn't it?" She asked, and Cara noted that Kahlan flexed her hand once more. As if it were feeling stiff. She filed that information away. "Yes." Cara said and turned, walking back towards the rest of the soldiers. "It is. Very." "Oh come now, Cara. Did you not miss me at all?" "Is this?" Cara asked spinning around. "Is this really the place where you want to discuss this? Before legion? Before wounded?" Cara looked at her with utter annoyance. "You want to have a 'moment' in front of all these people?" "Who cares about them? I do not. I care about you." Cara mumbled under her breath. "You have a funny way of showing that." And then she lamented that she was strong and healthy. If she had just been stabbed through the heart, she would have woken a thousand leagues from here. Away from this awkward moment.
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Cara narrowed her feral eyes, and honed in on Kahlan. Outwardly she still looked as she had hundreds of years before. Young, vernal. There was a calculated calm washed across her pale cheeks. She sheathed her sword, and called out to some of the soldiers around her. The snapped to attention, and begin looking over the bodies of the fallen enemy while Kahlan began walking towards Cara. She was holding her sword, the point resting on the frozen ground, both palms were resting on the hilt.
"Another battle completed. To be notched in your belt, Mistress Cara?" Kahlan asked, her eyes lightening slightly as she smiled.
Cara felt her leg aching, a phantom, and purely emotional reminder of a battle lifetimes ago.
"There will always be rebellions to slaughter." Cara said, and touched her fingertip to the corner of her mouth.
Kahlan, understanding, licked the remaining drops of blood away. "You seem displeased."
"In what way?" Cara asked.
"To see me." Kahlan said.
Cara put her sword's blade on her shoulder, and willed any phantom pains of feelings in her chest to be silent. If only she could stop the annoyingly nervous sweating she felt she was doing under her leathers. "Five years is not very long. Am I to understand that your expectation was for me to miss you?"
"That is selfish of me, isn't it?" She asked, and Cara noted that Kahlan flexed her hand once more. As if it were feeling stiff. She filed that information away.
"Yes." Cara said and turned, walking back towards the rest of the soldiers. "It is. Very."
"Oh come now, Cara. Did you not miss me at all?"
"Is this?" Cara asked spinning around. "Is this really the place where you want to discuss this? Before legion? Before wounded?" Cara looked at her with utter annoyance. "You want to have a 'moment' in front of all these people?"
"Who cares about them? I do not. I care about you."
Cara mumbled under her breath. "You have a funny way of showing that." And then she lamented that she was strong and healthy. If she had just been stabbed through the heart, she would have woken a thousand leagues from here. Away from this awkward moment.
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