Post by Malia on Nov 7, 2018 1:07:03 GMT
The wind brought the scent of rain. Thankfully, it was not a sign of a coming storm. Just a rainfall to give water to the crops. Malia studied the farming fields, her arms folded as she watched the farmers work.
The neighbouring Clans were inching closer to Trishanakru territory and war seemed to be on its way. A few of her guards were injured or ill, so she had sent Mikah, her second-in-command, to get another guard for her. She had always hated having people following her around everywhere; it distracted her. But she knew it would give Mikah peace of mind to know she was being guarded, and she was a target for enemy Clans.
She glanced behind her shoulder to see Mikah bringing a warrior to her. He seemed young, maybe around her age. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the warrior, both trying to remember his name and studying him.
"This is Ilian," Mikah told her, stopping a few feet away. "He is going to be guarding you."
Malia studied him, making sure he seemed like a good enough guard. There were no obvious flaws to the guard that would become a weakness in fighting, so she nodded to Mikah. Her second-in-command left them there, and she straightened up her back.
"Follow me, Ilian," she instructed, strolling away. She may as well get her work done now that she wasn't waiting on Mikah anymore. She didn't look back to make sure he was keeping up.
Tagged: Ilian
