Dominaiscna
The Dreamer
Isolde felt a pair of eyes on her and turned to see the assassin gazing at her with eyes that begged for mercy. She wavered for a moment, eyes flickering to that of her companions. What would be the best route to take? Though she understood that the assassin was a danger to the rest of the group and could cause harm or kill one of her companions at any moment if given the chance, she didn't want solve their problems through murder. Even if he was a bad man, at least for them, he was still a living breathing human.
Fortunately, Isolde wasn't given the option of making a choice as something else caught their attention...a ship of sorts. While the people conversed with Kadri, she turned to watch Destrian deal with the assassin. Though he chose to spare the man's life in favour of taking all of his possessions, she wondered if it was more mercy ending the assassin's life then and there. The chances of him surviving a trek in the desert was little to none... leaving him to wander the harsh landscapes of the salts was a death sentence. Filled with guilt, Isolde tore her eyes away from the man and met eyes with Destrian. He must have seen something in her face because he seemed to hesitate in his movements before chucking the waterskin back at the beat up man. She was just as surprised as the assassin at his sudden act of mercy. Though the man's chances of survival were still slim, it was better than before. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Athanas
Isolde's eyes flickered to Keenan as he voiced his concerns over the vessel that suddenly appeared to them. It was indeed suspicious... though their little group of travelers did not have many options. Fortunately, Destrian sorted out their financial situation so they should be able to afford the trip. If the people really were up to no good and meant them harm, at least their group should be able to hold their own quite well. However, before she could consider any more, Isolde's thought process was disrupted as Keenan turned, eyes flickering to her. She had been caught unconsciously staring while deep in her own thoughts. Immediately, she looked away, face flushing ever so slightly at her own silliness. SilverFlight
Quietly, she approached the ladder that Oliver was standing by, pausing a good few steps from the man. The poor guy wasn't in the best of shape and as followed his gaze and took in much they had to climb, she understood his frustration. She too bit her lip in nervousness. After all she was wearing a dress... She could hold onto it and all, but things would not go well if the wind picked up...
"Um... I'll go last," she said softly, stepping back for the others, "You all can head up before me."
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Fortunately, Isolde wasn't given the option of making a choice as something else caught their attention...a ship of sorts. While the people conversed with Kadri, she turned to watch Destrian deal with the assassin. Though he chose to spare the man's life in favour of taking all of his possessions, she wondered if it was more mercy ending the assassin's life then and there. The chances of him surviving a trek in the desert was little to none... leaving him to wander the harsh landscapes of the salts was a death sentence. Filled with guilt, Isolde tore her eyes away from the man and met eyes with Destrian. He must have seen something in her face because he seemed to hesitate in his movements before chucking the waterskin back at the beat up man. She was just as surprised as the assassin at his sudden act of mercy. Though the man's chances of survival were still slim, it was better than before. A ghost of a smile pulled at the corner of her lips. Athanas
Isolde's eyes flickered to Keenan as he voiced his concerns over the vessel that suddenly appeared to them. It was indeed suspicious... though their little group of travelers did not have many options. Fortunately, Destrian sorted out their financial situation so they should be able to afford the trip. If the people really were up to no good and meant them harm, at least their group should be able to hold their own quite well. However, before she could consider any more, Isolde's thought process was disrupted as Keenan turned, eyes flickering to her. She had been caught unconsciously staring while deep in her own thoughts. Immediately, she looked away, face flushing ever so slightly at her own silliness. SilverFlight
Quietly, she approached the ladder that Oliver was standing by, pausing a good few steps from the man. The poor guy wasn't in the best of shape and as followed his gaze and took in much they had to climb, she understood his frustration. She too bit her lip in nervousness. After all she was wearing a dress... She could hold onto it and all, but things would not go well if the wind picked up...
"Um... I'll go last," she said softly, stepping back for the others, "You all can head up before me."
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