Thanny
The Destined Undestined
Catria relieved her squint at him, relieved to hear that he was uninjured, though not exactly sure if he was saying that just for her sake or not. He seemed to move fine, however, and that was worth no additional scrutiny in her eyes. His hands floated over the flute as if it were second-nature to him, and he plucked a flower from the ground and handed it to her, much to her surprise. She happily accepted it with a fruitful smile, bringing it to her nose and enjoying the first whiff of a flower since she crushed the other ones.
His questions brought her back to the present, and her disposition plummeted back into worry for people and for her goal.
"I . . . I do not know what I plan on doing. Given the dire circumstances, I should stay here and help all of our people. Confront the present threat and defeat it, and to heal those who are injured. It just makes the most sense to not take the journey yet until . . . is that a harp string I hear?"
Catria's eyes drifted upwards, also hearing the thrum of giant wings beating overhead. Lana and Prince Sidon were quickly recognised. Even if she had only met them once in the present day, their images still clung to memory, and it was quite joyous to see them again.
She listened in shock, not concentrating on the fact that he was able to tame a pegasus -- unheard of by Catria, but maybe rare rather than never before seen -- but rather that he was here to consult the king, and was going to bring her along with him to do so. She swallowed hard. Such would be an act of defiance toward her father, and she hoped it would not be a destructive towards her relationship with him. Still, this man was royalty, and she had to be honest that she wanted to be there to hear what they would discuss.
"I think we should," she stated to Merric, her eyes darting over to him as she pursed his lips, trying to hide her unease. "He might help bring an end to this raid, or help me be able to join you and everyone out there. Would you please accompany me?"
Porphyry bristled at Prince Sidon's request, or rather demand. His face took on a fiery red hue which well matched his flame-red beard and hair. Son of the flame chief indeed. How dare he take up such a tone with someone he recognised, and yet . . . these were desperate times. Looking over to Catria assured him that she was accepting of this odd turn of events. Perhaps he should. Temper and steamed blood lowering, he assented and led them to the king, pushing the guardsmen aside with either his words or his brawny arms. When they reached the entry to the throne room, he turned toward Prince Sidon and said, "This had better be good."
His questions brought her back to the present, and her disposition plummeted back into worry for people and for her goal.
"I . . . I do not know what I plan on doing. Given the dire circumstances, I should stay here and help all of our people. Confront the present threat and defeat it, and to heal those who are injured. It just makes the most sense to not take the journey yet until . . . is that a harp string I hear?"
Catria's eyes drifted upwards, also hearing the thrum of giant wings beating overhead. Lana and Prince Sidon were quickly recognised. Even if she had only met them once in the present day, their images still clung to memory, and it was quite joyous to see them again.
She listened in shock, not concentrating on the fact that he was able to tame a pegasus -- unheard of by Catria, but maybe rare rather than never before seen -- but rather that he was here to consult the king, and was going to bring her along with him to do so. She swallowed hard. Such would be an act of defiance toward her father, and she hoped it would not be a destructive towards her relationship with him. Still, this man was royalty, and she had to be honest that she wanted to be there to hear what they would discuss.
"I think we should," she stated to Merric, her eyes darting over to him as she pursed his lips, trying to hide her unease. "He might help bring an end to this raid, or help me be able to join you and everyone out there. Would you please accompany me?"
Porphyry bristled at Prince Sidon's request, or rather demand. His face took on a fiery red hue which well matched his flame-red beard and hair. Son of the flame chief indeed. How dare he take up such a tone with someone he recognised, and yet . . . these were desperate times. Looking over to Catria assured him that she was accepting of this odd turn of events. Perhaps he should. Temper and steamed blood lowering, he assented and led them to the king, pushing the guardsmen aside with either his words or his brawny arms. When they reached the entry to the throne room, he turned toward Prince Sidon and said, "This had better be good."