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[Omera]

Omera . It was dark but still early in the evening. A large rain kept everyone indoors, and Winta was curled up in bed with Little One after they both feel asleep quickly. Today had been an exciting one with the butterflies coming and the forest almost glowed a slight blue tint in the distance. It made the valley surrounded with a blue glow in the warm night. The called it the glowing forest for a reason. There will millions of the blue butterflies everywhere, and they covered the trees in the woods. At dusk the children all ran there to see them, to chase them, to pretend to fly like them. Winta had gone with her friends for a while, before returning to her mother. Omera had taken Little One to see them, and promised to return her tonight. After looking at the butterflies the girls were dirty, so Omera took them home to wash their faces and feed them. They hadn't lasted through the meal, both falling sleep. Wanting to let Agovell know that Little One was sleeping and not coming to the dwelling tonight, Omera pulled on her coat and hurried toward his building. Once there she paused in the door, stepping in just enough to get out of the rain. It was very dark here, and she couldn't tell were he was. Her eyes moved over the room trying to see but she saw no movement. "Agovell?" She called softly, stepping in a little more to see if he was here. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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Agovell had never thought it possible to feel this at ease with letting Srik Won play amongst the others, away from his watchful eye. Where he could feel comfort in letting her be here. Letting her live here. Omera had found out about Strik Won and she had protected her. No one else knew and there was an added comfort in that. In both things. A trust that had built because of Omera's actions. This place, was safe. Not just for a few days but far longer.

The time would come were villages and towns would be searched for Nightbloods . . . and Agrovell's presence here posed a higher risk. He still wore his attire; he still bared the mask. Still, unready to remove it. But he felt as if the task was complete. He knew better than to consider keeping Strik Won for good, as his own. The idea was to get her to a safe place and to let her be. This was that place. And now, he had to let her go.

Having stood by the door when the footsteps entered, he looked at Omera's darkened figure -- due to the absence of lit candles -- as her own eyes looked for him. She stepped deeper into the room and he watched her before emerging from the shadows, which positioned him directly behind her. He didn't fail to notice that she came along, without the girl. "Yes," he answered, still standing behind her to alert her to his presence there.

[Omera]

Omera . His voice came from behind her, and it made her jump slightly, her hand lifting her her chest to still the pounding there as she turned toward him, a half smile on her lips. He startled her, but he didn't scare her. There was something about him that didn't scare her. Even knowing what he was capable of doing, she trusted him. Without ever having see his face, she felt she knew him. Not completely, but better then most. She also didn't fail to notice that they were standing closer. His presence seeming to take over the room. Looking up to where she assumed his eyes were, Omera paused for a moment before speaking to let her heart slow. "You always moved without me hearing you." She told him, lowering her hand. "I came to tell you that Srik Won is sleeping. Winta is with her now. I didn't want to bring her out in the rain. It's warm but she is still small." Which gave him a night free from his fatherly duties. He could rest up and be ready for whatever the day brought. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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She commented on his stealth. It was a skill that was required in his former role . . . and even in this one. To be aware of all surroundings. To be able to lurk in the shadows and keep to the element of surprise. "A lifetime of training," he told her, answering it simply for he had shared with her his ties to Fossopakru. In far more detail than he had anyone else, even if such detail was minimal. She then revealed what his next question was to be which was the whereabouts with Strik Won.

Some time ago, he never would have let the child out of his sight. But now, he was comfortable with her spending the night apart. He was after all, planning on leaving her here in Santcu. Leaving her here with Omera, for it was as much as he trusted her with the girl. "That's good," he said in agreement. "Thank you." Acknowledging her actions, especially those of compassion and aid, was something else that he had done more often, in comparison to his first arrival. "You've helped take care of her." A tone of gratitude and further acknowledgement in his voice.

[Omera]

Omera . A lifetime of training. It spoke so much about what his life was life. She'd head of them before, and even seen them come looking for night-bloods. While Omera respected their believes she also knew that it had to be a hard life. Lonely. And she wished she could help him find peace here. "The village is good for her," Omera told him, smiling from his complement. He did not give them out easy, so it meant so much to hear him think that. "She can be a child here." Play, laugh, be free. Not go the Polis to be killed or raised to fight and kill everything or everyone she knows. It was dark, and she couldn't see anything under his hood, even with her standing so close. He had frightened her at first, but now he . . . . the feelings were so different. Her belly didn't jump because she didn't know what he was doing. It fluttered because the sound of his voice had become comforting. She liked him. "It could be good for you too." Soft words but she meant them. If he let himself he could find a life here. Whatever sort he wanted for him and his new daughter. of Santru

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[Agovell]

Tag: Omera

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It was. With that, he agreed. The village was good for her and she could just, live. He had found someone here who was willing to protect her and take care of her. And, he didn't plan to completely forget about Strik Won, or Omera. The next conclave would come. The villages, towns and farms would be searched. And he fully intended to help protect the Nightblood however he could.

"She can," he stated, vocalizing his agreement. It was Omera's latter words that had him pause -- not that bouts of silence were uncharacteristic for him. But, he couldn't help but wonder the depth of her words. "My place is not here," he told her. He had been honest with her thus far; there was no need to stop doing so now. "I am leaving tomorrow." His words direct, as was always the case yet this time, it felt different saying them. As if they were . . . too bluntly spoken, yet still without hesitation.

[Omera]

Omera . He said that this wasn't his place, and Omera blinked, a little surprised by his words. She'd assumed he was happy here. It hurt a little to know that he didn't feel at home here. Over the time he'd spent with them, she had begun feeling that he fit here. He come to seek his company a little more and more, slowly over the time he was here. Enjoying the company. The way they were around each other. Then he told her that he was leaving. Suddenly. Tomorrow morning. Her eyes widened a little. "Strik Won is safe here. You do not have to leave." Appealing to his love of the little girl, Omera hoped she could persuade him to stay. "You could be happy here too, I think." If he let himself. She wasn't talking about taking off the hood, but letting his guard down at little. Stepping a little closer to him and looking up into the face that she could not see Omera tried again. "You should stay." Here. Maybe even with her. of Santru

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