Oh I can hear you breathing/ You're picking up my scent [Closed-ishIthinkmaybe/In Progress]
WHO: "Quick Sword" Ilena [whoneedsarms ] and Ophelia [ripplingsword ]
WHAT: Ilena and Ophelia have a friendly chat. ..... >__>
WHERE: Near the park and the path to the jungle
WHEN: uhmuhm whatever the day after Ophelia posted her journal entry would be?
Ilena stood at the outskirts of town, claymore at her back She had grown used to carrying it again since her arrival in Rivelata. Long enough, it seemed, had her time without the mantle of 'warrior' dragged on. Or, perhaps it was all the time spent in Teresa's company that was making her think in such a way. Certainly she had never spent so much time with another warrior since her training, let alone anyone at all since... those events.
She pushed that particular line of thought away. It was possible, however, that she was actually finding the company enjoyable, beneath the barbs and quiet mockery. Only, of course, because it was preferable to see Teresa of the Faint Smile alive instead of dead, she reminded herself, and only because there seemed to be little other desirable company on this island. Not that "Quick Sword" Ilena could ever be accused of wanting company.
For all that dwelling in the jungle and its isolation was preferable to being in town, however, certain things had come to the former Number Two's attention. Apparently she was Number Four - Ophelia. And, apparently she was still a source of trouble. Ilena shook her head, thinking back to their first meeting. It had not been a fond one. "Comrades are still comrades," she mused quietly, still observing her surrounds. What ever would possess a warrior to act in such a manner? Not even orders had ever required such behaviour. In any case, it was doubtful the new generation would be of any threat to her own person, no matter how she was weakened, from how Teresa has spoken of them. She could not be sure, though, and that only piqued her curiosity further.
Very deliberately, Ilena stepped towards town.
WHAT: Ilena and Ophelia have a friendly chat. ..... >__>
WHERE: Near the park and the path to the jungle
WHEN: uhmuhm whatever the day after Ophelia posted her journal entry would be?
Ilena stood at the outskirts of town, claymore at her back She had grown used to carrying it again since her arrival in Rivelata. Long enough, it seemed, had her time without the mantle of 'warrior' dragged on. Or, perhaps it was all the time spent in Teresa's company that was making her think in such a way. Certainly she had never spent so much time with another warrior since her training, let alone anyone at all since... those events.
She pushed that particular line of thought away. It was possible, however, that she was actually finding the company enjoyable, beneath the barbs and quiet mockery. Only, of course, because it was preferable to see Teresa of the Faint Smile alive instead of dead, she reminded herself, and only because there seemed to be little other desirable company on this island. Not that "Quick Sword" Ilena could ever be accused of wanting company.
For all that dwelling in the jungle and its isolation was preferable to being in town, however, certain things had come to the former Number Two's attention. Apparently she was Number Four - Ophelia. And, apparently she was still a source of trouble. Ilena shook her head, thinking back to their first meeting. It had not been a fond one. "Comrades are still comrades," she mused quietly, still observing her surrounds. What ever would possess a warrior to act in such a manner? Not even orders had ever required such behaviour. In any case, it was doubtful the new generation would be of any threat to her own person, no matter how she was weakened, from how Teresa has spoken of them. She could not be sure, though, and that only piqued her curiosity further.
Very deliberately, Ilena stepped towards town.