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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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Agovell was growing more at ease with each day spent at this place. To the point where he even permitted Strik Won to play with the other children, not necessarily supervising them. Though, he still required to know where she was at all times. It had been some time since the battle that brought peace to their land and while Agovell had not intended to stay for more than a few days . . . he saw how happy she was here.

And for now, she was safe. Besides, there was something else that kept him here but he would not think on it. Because he was well aware that at the first sign of danger, he would flee with the child. Just as his upbringing had shaped him, he could never let emotions interfere with the task at hand. Currently, he was in their one room house, finishing eating a small piece of bread. Simple things like food, water and a place to rest seemed so easy to take for granted. Agovell knew he could not overstay his welcome but for the time being . . . it was good here. It was good for them all.

[Omera]

Omera . Omera was working in the field gathering some food as the children's played near by. Knowing how protective Agovell was of his daughter, she always kept a close eye on her. Strik Won was playing with some of the other smaller children by running and chasing each other. Thankfully they never ran fast or far. However, it was fast enough that often they fell after tripping over their own feet. Such young ones had yet to learn how to lift their feet all the way up to make a safe run. Hearing a cry, Omera looked up to see Strik Won had fallen and the other had were still running to chase each other. Knowing that children weren't often really hurt, Omera didn't run but walked quickly toward the little girl. "Lets see now," she said in a warm tone to help calm her without coddling her. Lifting her to a stand Omera brushed off some of the dirt. The dirt had mixed with her little cut and made the blood a sticky black color. . . . . A black color . . . . Seeing the blood made her feel as if she was trying to talk down a hill and lost her footing. A falling without moving. The blood wasn't mixed with dirt. It was black. A night blood. He was a nightblood hunter and his daughter was a night blood. Since she was sitting there so long, others began to come closer. Omera needed to make a choice now. Either she told the father that he had a nightblood daughter and he took her and turned her in . . . or he already knew and that was why he was here in a village so far from everything. Omera pressed her hand to the little cut on Strik Won's face and smiled at the other mothers who walked over. "She'd alright. I will take her to her father." Lifting her with one hand and keeping the cut covered with the other, Omera walked toward the barn Strik Won and father called home. Stepping to the door, Omera paused. She watched him for a moment, trying to decide what to do. She knew that he knew she was standing there. Finally she stepped in but kept the room between them. The small table, too. Something was happening here. "She fell." She said, lifting her hand away to revil Strik Won's face that had drying tears on it, and the black blood. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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Agovell heard the footsteps draw closer, and then they stopped. He did not yet look towards the source, though he knew who it was. He had grown used to those footsteps in this past while, since being here. But when the silence followed, he finally turned to look at her. She was holding the child. And, there was an expression on her face that was undefined, for he had not seen her wear it before.

The actions that followed, revealed the cause for them. Strik Won fell. But that was not the cause. It was the blood. The dark blood; black as night. And the way that Omera continued to hold the child instead of putting her down, or handing her over to him. Had he not gotten to know Omera, he would have taken the child and fled immediately. He stepped around the table, remaining composed, but he felt the tension build within his body. "Give her to me," he stated, taking another step closer to Omera, for he was not going to let her out of this barn turned house until they had words.

[Omera]

Omera . It was so hard to tell what his intentions were. She couldn't see his face, had never seen his face. Omera had learned to read his voice though, and this time she didn't know what she'd heard there. He moved forward, around the table that she had foolishly thought would protect her. "Give her to me," he told her, and without thinking of the price she backed away. Her hands curled tighter on the child and she stepped back a few steps, her legs bumping into something that she din't look down at, only stepped around. Stopping after a few steps, Omera lifted her chin. "Why?" Her voice was soft but held a steel in her refusal. She knew that if he wanted too he could kill her and take the child. He could be out of the barn before she even fell. That in her refusal she was taking a risk. Yet, she also felt it in her heart. That there was something about him. Lethal, yes. It was in every move he made. A caged power of sorts--but a kindness too. So this time when she repeated her question she wasn't just stubbornness but asking. "Why?" Why was he here. Why did he have her and wasn't taking her in? The last conclave had just past, or she believed. He wasn't heading there. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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Why. It was such a simple question yet loaded and complex at the same time. The answer was the same. It was not one he could give so simply. And he wasn't even planning what he was going to say. Right now, his priority was having the girl in his arms. He continued to walk towards her, as she continued to back up and should he move any further, her back would be against one of the walls of this once barn.

"Give her to me," he repeated, making it clear he would not say it again and yet, he was also not just pulling him from Omera's grasp. Had it been anyone else, he would have. And if the spilling of blood was required to protect the little one, then he would do it. But such an option was not one he was even considering right now. He just required her to give him the girl though if Omera pushed it . . . he would have to be more assertive.

[Omera]

Omera . She stepped back, he stepped forward. She stepped back, he stepped forward. It was odd how she'd never been able to hear him walk until just now, and now his foots steps gave a heavy thud of omnibus rings each time they landed. Perhaps it was only in her head, but with his darken face, she had no way of knowing if he was intending to protect the girl or turn her in. She was so young. To go there now would make her have to grow up so fast, and then have to fight to live. If she didn't then she'd die. If she did then . . . commanders didn't live long most times. Too many people after their power. She knew the religion. She knew most followed it, and lived it, and died it. But Little One was so little, pure and young. She'd fallen in love with the happy child and didn't want to let her go yet. Her back touched the wall, and so her arms wrapped more around the girl. Her eyes never left where she assumed his were. Uncertain what words would sway him, she stayed silent. She could scream, but that would only put others as risk. If he was going to hurt anyone, it would be just her. Even knowing that this meant Winta would loose her mother, she felt that it might not come to that. She had to have hope. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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With each retreating step, he advanced. Her nonverbal response making it clear that she was not going to give him the girl. He was going to have to take it from her. They moved until she was cornered with her back against the wall. He still stepped closer, inching more and more towards her. He said nothing. But his hands moved to the child, taking her from Omera's arms. He did not need his face to be seen for Omera to know better than to try and stop him.

He held no desire to hurt her, but the child was greatly important to him. Once Strik Won was in his arms, he stepped back to give Omera space to move. He took a few more steps away, inspecting the wound on Strk Won to ensure it was not too seriously. Now, they had much to discuss. "Did anyone else see?" He questioned, needing to know just what he was dealing with here. Just how high the risk was. He shouldn't question it. He should just quickly pack what little they had and leave. But something kept him here, having the conversation with Omera rather than fleeing and making his way somewhere else.

[Omera]

Omera . He advanced even closer, and Omera pressed into the wall. He reached for the girl, and she had to force herslef to let him. Not for her own safety (which she knew was a t risk) but for the child's. Once he had taken her he stepped a little back but didn't walk away. It made her feel better. He wasn't taking her and running right away. "No," no one had seen. She'd covered the blood and taking her here--a sign that maybe without thinking too much about it she did trust him. Maybe he wasn't going to take her to Polis were she wouldn't be well looked after, but instead trained. The world worked liked that. Outside of this little village and the few places like it there was a need for the strongest people only. While it was understandable the world needed people like this, she wasn't ready to live in it. "Did you already know?" It just occurred to her that he didn't seemed surprised. He had not hesitated, only asked who else saw. Since she couldn't see his face she didn't know for sure but . . . had he already known? of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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She told him that no one else had seen nor knew and . . . he believed her. He wasn't entirely sure why but he was one who acted upon instinct and intuition. So when she said that no one else knew, he took her words as truth. But, that didn't mean no one else would find out. How easy it had been for Omera to discover who Strik Won was. What if someone else had found her? He had known it was a risk but now experience the repercussions of it made it all the more alarming and dangerous.

She asked him if he had already knowing as just as she had given him an honest answer, he intended to the same. He had not directly lied after all. He had just not divulged the full background of who they were, and what had brought them here. Even now, admitting it, was admitting the sacred clan's failures. It was something he was ashamed of. "Yes," he answered. "It was why she needed somewhere safe to be." To be protected. To be kept safe. "But that is now compromised." Meaning, he should go. He shouldn't even question it. Yet, something kept him in position here, as Strik Won leaned her head against his shoulder.

[Omera]

Omera . He had known. Omera watched him hold the girl and all fear of him turning in slowly creeped away. No, he loved her. He would protect Strik Won with his life. Yet this realization only raised more questions. Everyone knew what he was. His clothes, and the way he did not show his face spoke of the tradition of hte night blood hunters. One of the most feared groups in the land. She knew little of their training, and life, other then that they did not show their face to anyone. "You are protecting her?" While it was a question, it also a statement. One that had a tone of realization, as if the thought had occurred to her the moment she said it. "Why?" While she agreed with his actions, the meaning behind them wasn't clear. If this was his life--hunting for her kind--why would he protect her? What was special about this child? He had spoken about leaving, but since neither of them moved to leave, she had time to think on that. If his actions were honorable, and she believed they might be, then they were both safer here. Strik Won was safer here. She needed to know what was happening before she could decide on asking him to stay. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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Her questions were reasonable. Fair. The circumstance seemed contradictory. A member of Fossopakru protecting a Natblida. Yet, Omera had not told anyone. There was truly nothing else for him to lose in this moment. This place was perhaps as safe as any and Strik Won liked it here. The thought of staying wasn't far from his mind, despite his earlier words of everything being compromised. Perhaps with answer, could come understanding. And a clarity to the situation.

"She was found after the conclave had begun. I presented her in Polis to my clan. As is my sacred duty." As it was for anyone of Fossopakru. "Failure to present her prior to the conclave resulted in a blasphemous decision to kill her." His clan was known for being radical . . . firmly believing in their -- as he had described it -- sacred duties. "That goes against my beliefs, and what I had sworn to do." A scared vow to bring forth the Nightbloods. It was not their duty to kill them. And right now, the shame that came along with these failures was exposed, as Omera was the first outside of the clan to hear about them.