~~Just let me be free~~

[Mariahya]

Don’t let me slip away…I need you here till the very end…so stay here with me.. @ilian The sky was dark in the early morning trek back from Polis. Mariahya, her brother Hartley, and the rest of the warriors sent to Polis earlier in the week were making their way back to the Trishanakru Forests through the woods just outside the city of the Commander. The 17 year old Second wasn’t quite as energetic as she normally was on their way back to her home village. Training this time around had been particularly stressful and tiring for her. She was getting stronger each and every day, but she still felt inadequate next to the other warriors. Why was she chosen as Second? Why was she expected to lead the warriors and protect her people? She would never be quite sure. As the morning continued on, the darkness never subsided. It was cloudy and cold. Her deep red hair, dyed from flowers in Polis, was only darkened by the lack of sun. She was sure it would rain today. All she wanted was to be back home with her mother, warm and resting. But they were far from that it seemed. She was sure they’d have to stop to cover from the rain for a while once it started, something she wasn’t’ particularly looking forward to. Her brother was keeping careful eyes on her as he always did and the idea of being stuck under a shelter hiding from the rain with him right by her side was something not high on her list of things to do today. Mari loved Hartley, but sometimes she just wanted to be a kid. She was destined to be a leader the rest of her life, but she never got a childhood. Not like the other kids. Sure, she played and got to be a kid. But there was always another motive to the games she was involved in. She was always training. But what would she give to just dance in the rain and forget all her worries? She would give anything….but here she was trapped by her duties and her overprotective brother. Sighing, she turned back towards the road, taking her eyes from the sky. A gasp escaped her lips as she bumped into someone, her hands coming out to meet their chest. “I’m so sorry!” She lets out softly…before looking up to meet the stranger’s eyes.

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Ilian was returning from a nearby village where he had managed to clean out the goods presented, and had a rather successful trade. Their farm was growing in popularity as producing decent goods of high quality and it left Ilian rather excited and proud that he was able to be a contributing member of it. This particular trip had required only his presence, and the place was closeby enough that he made the journey on foot, without his steed. Unfortunately, the weather was of a different mind, as there seemed to be a storm fast approaching. He doubted he would make it back home in time to avoid it, so was already, looking around for a place he could claim shelter while the storm passed. With his gaze upward and his mind preoccupied, he did not hear another approach and was not aware of their presence . . . until he collided right into them. Ilian managed to keep hold of the pack around him, his head quickly turning to look right in front of him at the woman who began to apologize. He could immediately tell by her attire and weapon that she was a warrior. "It's alright," Ilian returned with a hint of a smile. "I was preoccupied too," he admitted with a continued slight smile. "I'm sorry too." Apologizing in return was after all, the polite thing to do.

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[Mariahya]

Don’t let me slip away…I need you here till the very end…so stay here with me.. @ilian Mari returned the young man’s smile, her hair blowing as the wind picked up. Tucking the hair behind her ear, she took a good look at his face, noticing his markings down his forehead, the same markings her brother and the other young men they traveled with also had on their faces. She tilted her head, her eyes turned bright with realization. “You’re Trishanakru?” She asked softly. She never saw anyone of her clan outside of when she was back visiting her village. But to see one out in the forests? And alone? Very rare. She looked over her shoulder and saw her brother lay eyes on the pair, his eyes tight on the young man. Rolling her eyes she put her palm towards him in a stopping motion giving him sign that she was okay and he didn’t need to come running to her rescue like he always did the second a stranger crossed their paths. She even put her other hand against his weapon to put him at ease so he would feel better about her talking to the young man. Sure, this was another stranger, but he was their crew. He was Trishana. That in itself was a good thing for her. Mari noticed the pack slung on his back. “Coming back from Polis or headed to?” She asked, assuming he was a trader. Of what she couldn’t be sure. But most of the traders carried packs much like his when they were headed out. She didn’t see too many on her journeys but she knew one when she saw one. She could still feel Hartley’s eyes on them. “I’m sorry about my brother…if looks could kill you’d probably be dead by now…” She laughed softly. “He’s pretty protective of me….over protective actually.” She said trying not to sound too annoyed. She loved her brother but sometimes it was too much. “I’m Mariahya by the way…Mari…” She smiled up at the man again.

BY SKYLARK'S FOLLY AT ADOXOGRAPHY & CAUTION