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Lance
laughed softly at the reactions from the crows over a bit of bread. He
broke down the rest of the knight’s bread as he offered some to the rest
who had not been as curious as the first.

“Manners were important to play the games among the upper class. Yet
the modesty is something I learned from the men I served with over the
years. Especially at Steel Vigil.” There was a hint of sorrow in those
sky blue eyes before it was quickly gone again. Hidden behind a warm
smile once more. “Besides for me honor is more important then pride.
Something many have seemed to have lost over the years. That a knight is
supposed to protect those that can not protect themselves. Not cause
them further harm.”

His eyes widen a moment before he offers her a sheepish smile. “Not
saying you can not protect yourself of course. I meant… Never mind. I
should probably stop before I dig myself deeper shouldn’t I?”

She studied him carefully as he spoke and her eyes filled with amusement when he apologized towards the end. It was all within his words. He was an earnest man, taking pride as a knight…perhaps a bit too much? How to describe such a person? Not zealous…passionate maybe? He was quite proud of his duty, and yet such a person can easily be manipulated in multiple ways.

And not by the usual methods one would think.

But there was no use thinking about it, so she simply laughed and stood up. As she did the crows would look towards her and take off into the skies, and Svanielle would simply walk past him and gently pat his shoulder.

“All in the knight’s duty, wouldn’t you say Ser Lancefer?“

Lance relaxed a little when she laughed. Laughter meant she wasn’t offended. He still remembered the lecture one young woman had given him in the past over some of his behavior. Especially when it came to woman who could protect themselves despite their looks.

“Of course.” He gave her a sweeping bow and a confident smile at that. A bit over the top maybe but he found he didn’t mind being amusement for her. He liked hearing her laughter. “You are welcome to call me Lance though. Most do.”

Lance cast a glance at the sound of rustling off in a bush to his left. Unsure if it was one of Svan’s crow friends or some other form of wildlife, Lance kept one hand near his sword just in case but didn’t draw it. Carefully he parted the bush to find a small owlet with an arrow through one wing. Apparently their voices and the sounds of the crows had awoken the small critter as it still seemed half dazed. He was glad for having his heavy gloves on as he reached down to carefully pick up the owlet who let out a slight panicked screech.

“Easy there.” He could have put the poor thing out of it’s misery but he didn’t think Svan would approve very much. Not when she had so many crows for friends. He carefully snapped the arrow to better remove it as the owlet weakly bit at his gloved hands. He turned to look towards Svan after dropping the arrow into the snow. “You wouldn’t happen to be good at dealing with hurt wings would you? Seems some careless hunter or adventurer caught this little guy.”

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Destiney chewed on her lower lip as he finally admitted to part of what was troubling him. Saying she was sorry for his loss felt hollow. She knew the pain of that kind of loss. How much it hurt. Words seemed hollow in comparison.

There was an urge to hug him but knew he probably wouldn’t welcome the contact. Not that kind of contact. Especially in his current state. Instead she merely walked over to him and tried to lightly put a hand on his arm in a gesture of comfort. “Basteaux… I know words can not make this better… But I understand the feelings. Please don’t let this destroy you. I know we’re two different people. Yet I understand the rage and pain of that kind of loss. I was down that road when my father died to Imperials. Whatever you need right now… I’d like to be there for you.”

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Destiney didn’t show any sign of being afraid of him. Her hands were folded behind her back casually as she looked at him. Daisy fluttered off her shoulder to go plop her sparkly butt onto a nearby rock. Almost as if the fairy was giving the two of them space.

“Because I want to.” She said it casually as she looked up at the night sky and closed her eyes for a moment. She looks down at the water before crouching down to pick up a pebble. She plunks it into the water. “Do I need a reason to want to help someone or be their friend?“ Another pebble and another plunk into the water. Her voice dropping softly. “I know what it is like to want to be alone and isolated. The guilt and pain that eats away at the cracks in your soul. It’s in your behavior tonight. I can see the storm in your eyes.”

She blows out a sigh as she dusts her hands off on her pants as she stands up and looks at him with a smile. “Then again maybe I assume too much. Besides! Maybe I just have a weakness for beautiful music. Maybe I’m just jealous the woods get to hear it so purely and unaffected.”

‘I can see the storm in your eyes,’ Destiney says, and the rest of the world turns to white noise. The aforementioned eyes widen and Bast stumbles a half-step backward. It must be an inadvertently accurate turn of phrase. There’s no way she could know.

She keeps talking- as if her words have not already set him reeling. Basteaux struggles to comprehend her continuing speech, to cudgel his mind into properly hearing and translating sounds into words. He’s better than this. He can hold a proper conversation without going to pieces. Even intoxicated, he can do this.

“You may have some understanding of being alone,” he finally agrees, his smooth baritone cracked and jagged. “But this is not nearly so simple. Trust me when I say that I am not the man you seem to think I am. You’d do better to stay away from me, and I should know better than to allow you to have gotten this far. Especially if you see the storm in my eyes. That should be your direst indicator to run.”

A slight tilt of her head, a curious look in her gaze. Still no hint of fear or that she might turn and run away. Too stubborn for her own good maybe. Yet playing with other dangerous predators had seemed to numb her fear. Or maybe she didn’t really fear her own death. It was hard to say. Something she hadn’t really giving a lot of thought to.

“Basteaux… Nothing in life is simple. I’d be a fool if I thought that way. I have seen and been through so much in the last eight years. I appreciate your concern for my well being however… I don’t scare that easily. But…” She holds her arms out wide, her expression as calm as her voice. “Do not decide for me what is best for me. If you are such a danger then prove it. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.” She moves a arm forward, almost extending the hand towards Bast as if to offer him her hand. Soft icy blue aether flickering at her fingertips. “I can protect myself.”

“The Basteaux I met… The Basteaux I see… Is strong. Yet I see something wrong as well. I just want to help. Because I care.”

“It is better for everyone that I do not ‘prove it’,” Basteaux replies. “It is not a lure I give into by choice.” As Destiney reaches toward him, the aether dancing on her fingertips, Bast actually recoils and takes several more steps away from her.

After a moment of watching the play of light on her hand, Basteaux lifts his gaze to meet Destiney’s. When he speaks it’s with more stability, although there’s a brittle aspect like they’re both walking a fine line. “What is magic to you, Destiney? Is it a tool? A means to an end? A drug that you need to keep getting a fix of to survive?” The change of subject is abrupt and the questions are anything but shy or tentative. Yet he still appears to be the one feeling fear.

Destiney hadn’t missed that recoil at her aether use. Her hand closed and the sparkling light vanished. His questions making her contemplative. Her hand opens again as she glances off towards Daisy on the rock. The sparkling fairy flutters over to the waiting hand, spinning about like a dancer.

“Magic is not a drug. Nor is it entirely a tool or a means to an end. Magic for me is life. It is not good nor is it evil. It is all in how one decides to use it. I am still breathing after I tried to kill myself because of the very magic I can now preform.” She smiles at Daisy as the fairy stops spinning to sit down on her hand, little feet dangling over the side of her hand and kicking in the air. “Daisy once worked alongside my Uncle and together they saved my life.” A small, soft smile as she moved her gaze from her companion to the duskwight. “I use it to heal. To save lives as mine was saved. I might still at times work with a bow as that day that we met. But my main profession now is as a healer. Yet Daisy is a product of that magic and I would never consider her a tool. She has her own personality. She is her own being. Much like the elementals that call the Twelveswood home.”

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Destiney didn’t show any sign of being afraid of him. Her hands were folded behind her back casually as she looked at him. Daisy fluttered off her shoulder to go plop her sparkly butt onto a nearby rock. Almost as if the fairy was giving the two of them space.

“Because I want to.” She said it casually as she looked up at the night sky and closed her eyes for a moment. She looks down at the water before crouching down to pick up a pebble. She plunks it into the water. “Do I need a reason to want to help someone or be their friend?“ Another pebble and another plunk into the water. Her voice dropping softly. “I know what it is like to want to be alone and isolated. The guilt and pain that eats away at the cracks in your soul. It’s in your behavior tonight. I can see the storm in your eyes.”

She blows out a sigh as she dusts her hands off on her pants as she stands up and looks at him with a smile. “Then again maybe I assume too much. Besides! Maybe I just have a weakness for beautiful music. Maybe I’m just jealous the woods get to hear it so purely and unaffected.”

‘I can see the storm in your eyes,’ Destiney says, and the rest of the world turns to white noise. The aforementioned eyes widen and Bast stumbles a half-step backward. It must be an inadvertently accurate turn of phrase. There’s no way she could know.

She keeps talking- as if her words have not already set him reeling. Basteaux struggles to comprehend her continuing speech, to cudgel his mind into properly hearing and translating sounds into words. He’s better than this. He can hold a proper conversation without going to pieces. Even intoxicated, he can do this.

“You may have some understanding of being alone,” he finally agrees, his smooth baritone cracked and jagged. “But this is not nearly so simple. Trust me when I say that I am not the man you seem to think I am. You’d do better to stay away from me, and I should know better than to allow you to have gotten this far. Especially if you see the storm in my eyes. That should be your direst indicator to run.”

A slight tilt of her head, a curious look in her gaze. Still no hint of fear or that she might turn and run away. Too stubborn for her own good maybe. Yet playing with other dangerous predators had seemed to numb her fear. Or maybe she didn’t really fear her own death. It was hard to say. Something she hadn’t really giving a lot of thought to.

“Basteaux… Nothing in life is simple. I’d be a fool if I thought that way. I have seen and been through so much in the last eight years. I appreciate your concern for my well being however… I don’t scare that easily. But…” She holds her arms out wide, her expression as calm as her voice. “Do not decide for me what is best for me. If you are such a danger then prove it. I think you don’t give yourself enough credit.” She moves a arm forward, almost extending the hand towards Bast as if to offer him her hand. Soft icy blue aether flickering at her fingertips. “I can protect myself.”

“The Basteaux I met… The Basteaux I see… Is strong. Yet I see something wrong as well. I just want to help. Because I care.”

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Destiney didn’t show any sign of being afraid of him. Her hands were folded behind her back casually as she looked at him. Daisy fluttered off her shoulder to go plop her sparkly butt onto a nearby rock. Almost as if the fairy was giving the two of them space.

“Because I want to.” She said it casually as she looked up at the night sky and closed her eyes for a moment. She looks down at the water before crouching down to pick up a pebble. She plunks it into the water. “Do I need a reason to want to help someone or be their friend?“ Another pebble and another plunk into the water. Her voice dropping softly. “I know what it is like to want to be alone and isolated. The guilt and pain that eats away at the cracks in your soul. It’s in your behavior tonight. I can see the storm in your eyes.”

She blows out a sigh as she dusts her hands off on her pants as she stands up and looks at him with a smile. “Then again maybe I assume too much. Besides! Maybe I just have a weakness for beautiful music. Maybe I’m just jealous the woods get to hear it so purely and unaffected.”

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Well
that was unexpected. Though he had to agree that they seemed to be
rather sociable. He looked down as one pecked at the armor on his leg to
get his attention. He rooted through his pack and found a bit of
knight’s bread he usually kept on hand. Never knowing how long he might
be out and about rather then near civilization. Always handy to keep at
least a roll of the bread on him.

Lance crouched down and broke off a small piece and offered it up to
the curious crow, not even sure if they ate bread. “Hey there friend.
I’m Lancefer Aurifore. I work as a knight for House Haillenarte.” He
didn’t really feel that silly talking to a bird. Maybe just a little but
some animals were very intelligent creatures. So it was not really
totally strange to think they might actually understand him.

“My duty is about all I am good at. I’m not the heir of my household.
I’m not much for the merchant business. Though I am the eldest of the
children. I don’t mind. At least I am good at something.”

The crow’s mannerisms changed when Lance spoke to her as well as turning her attentions to the bread hungrily. A few more cautious steps towards the knight’s hand and she snatched the bread piece away from him before setting it down to feast on it. Svanielle was watching, and she couldn’t help but smile a little as a few other birds inched closer, some of them off to pick at the rewarded crow for a taste of the bread.

“Looks like they’re quite shocked that you’re so well mannered compared to the others…a knight of the House High then? So modest…not to say that others do not think the same way as you do, but it is rare for anyone to admit their limits in society for the sake of their pride.“

Lance laughed softly at the reactions from the crows over a bit of bread. He broke down the rest of the knight’s bread as he offered some to the rest who had not been as curious as the first.

“Manners were important to play the games among the upper class. Yet the modesty is something I learned from the men I served with over the years. Especially at Steel Vigil.” There was a hint of sorrow in those sky blue eyes before it was quickly gone again. Hidden behind a warm smile once more. “Besides for me honor is more important then pride. Something many have seemed to have lost over the years. That a knight is supposed to protect those that can not protect themselves. Not cause them further harm.”

His eyes widen a moment before he offers her a sheepish smile. “Not saying you can not protect yourself of course. I meant… Never mind. I should probably stop before I dig myself deeper shouldn’t I?”

“You don’t have to be alone.” (Cause I just seen these and it’s been a while since Dest last pestered Bast.)

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Basteaux recognizes the voice before the words fully register. He
curls his hands more fully around the wooden mug in front of him rather
than look up to the face he knows he’ll see. “Even if one doesn’t have to be, from another’s perspective, sometimes it’s better that way.”

He
breathes a sigh and looks up, squinting slightly in the dim light of
the tavern. “I know you mean well, Destiney,” he continues, “but you
would be better off simply forgetting my existence.
Surely there are
others more receptive to your attention?” There is, perhaps startlingly, something akin to warmth coloring his smooth baritone despite the words. It’s as he rises from his seat that the reason becomes more clear. Though he hides it well, there’s a lack of stability about him, each step deliberate as he makes his way toward the exit.

He stops with his hand on the doorframe, glancing back over his shoulder to his surprise visitor. “Goodnight.”

A deep breath before slowly letting it out. Nearly in a sigh. Stubborn to the core. However his words had struck a cord. Someone else that decided she was ‘too good’ for them. She hated that. Yet for some reason it only made her more stubborn than want to run off. She was totally not letting this go so easily.

She walked over to stand beside him, Daisy perched on her shoulder and merely watching the exchange. A warm smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes as she looks to him. “I think I would much prefer not forgetting. Besides are you going to force me to stay put and not follow you?”

She shrugs and looks out the doorway into the night outside of the tavern. “Did you ever think maybe the Twelve decided you need a friend?
Nymeia works in strange ways.

Maybe it’s time for you to quit isolating yourself for at least one friend?”

Now that smile had a hint of mischief to it as she patted the book sitting against her hip. This time the smile did reach her gaze. “Worse comes to worse I could just give you a light bop on the head. Don’t try to tell me I’m ‘too good’ to talk to you or be your friend. We don’t know each other well enough for you to fairly make that judgement of me.”

“I cannot force you to do anything,” Basteaux replies. For a moment his piercing eyes close and he rests his head against the sanded wood. “Perhaps the Twelve, in their infinite wisdom, have some plan or another. If they do, they’re the only ones capable of understanding it.” It’s difficult to tell if he’s being sarcastic, or if the edge to his voice is just simple tiredness. Either way, he opens his eyes again to look down at Destiney.

Her words have a ring of truth to them. While Bast never did say she was ‘too good’ for him, the implication had certainly been there. Past her, however, he can see at least one of the other patrons who’s taken an interest in their conversation. “Fine. If you insist on following me, then follow.” His steps are still awkward as he leaves the warm light of the tavern.

The moon’s light silvers him, softening some edges while at the same time throwing the angles of his face into sharp relief. About halfway across the empty span of hard-packed earth Basteaux stumbles and catches himself on one knee. Waving off any attempts to help him up, he rises back to his feet with a small grunt and continues toward the outer edge of the settlement.

One small triumph. Though nothing worth celebrating over. He had at least given in a small bit to her stubbornness. At least it was a step in the direction she wanted. Wanting to get him to accept the fact he could use a friend. She wanted to be that friend. Something about him intrigued her enough to try. Beyond any similarities he shared with a dead man.

A look of concern crossed her features when he stumbled to his knee but she allowed him to stand on his own. No sense in pushing too hard. It would only ruin any attempts she was making with him. Instead she just falls into step beside him.

“You do not seem the kind to drink to this point for no reason.” Her words soft and low, almost cautious. Her eyes looking skyward rather then at him. Almost as if making an observation rather then asking him for answers. Asking right out she knew would probably just get her the cold shoulder. “I’m not asking you to explain. That’s your choice. But if there is anyway I can help… I’d like to. No matter how strong we feel we need to be. No matter how tough we try to act. Eventually we all have breaking points. Someone to watch your back when you need a moment like this.”

“You don’t have to be alone.” (Cause I just seen these and it’s been a while since Dest last pestered Bast.)

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Basteaux recognizes the voice before the words fully register. He
curls his hands more fully around the wooden mug in front of him rather
than look up to the face he knows he’ll see. “Even if one doesn’t have to be, from another’s perspective, sometimes it’s better that way.”

He
breathes a sigh and looks up, squinting slightly in the dim light of
the tavern. “I know you mean well, Destiney,” he continues, “but you
would be better off simply forgetting my existence.
Surely there are
others more receptive to your attention?” There is, perhaps startlingly, something akin to warmth coloring his smooth baritone despite the words. It’s as he rises from his seat that the reason becomes more clear. Though he hides it well, there’s a lack of stability about him, each step deliberate as he makes his way toward the exit.

He stops with his hand on the doorframe, glancing back over his shoulder to his surprise visitor. “Goodnight.”

A deep breath before slowly letting it out. Nearly in a sigh. Stubborn to the core. However his words had struck a cord. Someone else that decided she was ‘too good’ for them. She hated that. Yet for some reason it only made her more stubborn than want to run off. She was totally not letting this go so easily.

She walked over to stand beside him, Daisy perched on her shoulder and merely watching the exchange. A warm smile that doesn’t quite meet her eyes as she looks to him. “I think I would much prefer not forgetting. Besides are you going to force me to stay put and not follow you?”

She shrugs and looks out the doorway into the night outside of the tavern. “Did you ever think maybe the Twelve decided you need a friend?
Nymeia works in strange ways.

Maybe it’s time for you to quit isolating yourself for at least one friend?”

Now that smile had a hint of mischief to it as she patted the book sitting against her hip. This time the smile did reach her gaze. “Worse comes to worse I could just give you a light bop on the head. Don’t try to tell me I’m ‘too good’ to talk to you or be your friend. We don’t know each other well enough for you to fairly make that judgement of me.”

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So
many crows. He blinked in surprise and tried not to be alarmed. The
birds actually had seemed to be enjoying themselves in the snow. Not to
mention the fact that Svan did not seem the least bit worried about
their presence. If they were not harming anything there was no real
reason for alarm. Not that their gazes in his direction were
comfortable. It was like being the center of attention in a crowded
room.

Well if that was how it would be… He could easily pretend this was a
crowded room with a bunch of other upper class people staring him down.
Simply ignore them and let them have their fun. They weren’t hurting
anything by staring. His gaze went to Svan and he grinned as he caught
his breath for the moment.

“I work out pretty regularly.” He said as he was careful not to kick
or step on any of the crows as he made his way over to where Svan was
removing some sprigs with delicate precision. “You seemed to have
attracted quite the audience too. Friends of yours?” He meant it in jest
mostly since he didn’t know how true those words would end up being. “I
can help if you wish or at the very least stand guard while you work.
Would allow you to work without worry anyways.”

The crows would sidestep out of the knight’s way, others would ignore him, or stare at this strange man that the Tall Sister was suddenly familiar with. Svanielle would look about at the black peppering the snow terrain with a serene gaze.

“As expected of a knight, you really are devoted to your duty…..I guess you can say they are friends, the closest friends I ever had in my lifetime. Don’t worry about them they won’t hurt you…or rather most of them won’t. As long as you behave they have no reason to attack…you’re more than welcome to do what you wish, perhaps maybe introduce yourself to them?”

She would pause to inspect the bush, opting to find another area to pick. It was then one of the crows would walk up to Lancer and peck at his armored leg with curiosity. A few others started approaching closer, but keeping their distance. Svanielle would simply speak up without looking away from her work.

“They are quite social.“

Well that was unexpected. Though he had to agree that they seemed to be rather sociable. He looked down as one pecked at the armor on his leg to get his attention. He rooted through his pack and found a bit of knight’s bread he usually kept on hand. Never knowing how long he might be out and about rather then near civilization. Always handy to keep at least a roll of the bread on him.

Lance crouched down and broke off a small piece and offered it up to the curious crow, not even sure if they ate bread. “Hey there friend. I’m Lancefer Aurifore. I work as a knight for House Haillenarte.” He didn’t really feel that silly talking to a bird. Maybe just a little but some animals were very intelligent creatures. So it was not really totally strange to think they might actually understand him.

“My duty is about all I am good at. I’m not the heir of my household. I’m not much for the merchant business. Though I am the eldest of the children. I don’t mind. At least I am good at something.”

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Lance was ready now to take back what he had said about her not being crazy as she propelled herself forward with a bit of magic. Granted it was a good kind of crazy. The kind that was often more fun then actually crazy. He laughed as he watched her getting away from him much easier now with the magical assistance.

He moved to sprint to try an not to lose her completely. Granted sprinting in armor was tiring but he was determined to keep at least from losing too badly. Though his sprint did slow a moment as he passed that deepeye in the snow. Those little feet kicking in the air. If he had had the breath to laugh right then instead of keeping up, he would have. It was a funny sight to see. He would at the very least have a story to tell someone later at the very least. For now he needed to try to catch up some even if he would never catch her with magic to help her. At times like now he wished he had been trained with some magic skill.

By the time the knight had reached her there was quite a gathering. Blots of ink speckling white as crows wandered about and rolled around in the powdery snow. In the midst of it all Svanielle was crouching down near one of the sparse bushes, delicately removing fresh green sprigs and slipping them into her satchel.

A crow would look to Lance before calling out and alerting the other blackbirds to raise their heads. This also prompted the woman to turn to him with a bright smile.

“Oh, you actually caught up! I’ll to admit Ser I never had a knight last for that long.”

So many crows. He blinked in surprise and tried not to be alarmed. The birds actually had seemed to be enjoying themselves in the snow. Not to mention the fact that Svan did not seem the least bit worried about their presence. If they were not harming anything there was no real reason for alarm. Not that their gazes in his direction were comfortable. It was like being the center of attention in a crowded room.

Well if that was how it would be… He could easily pretend this was a crowded room with a bunch of other upper class people staring him down. Simply ignore them and let them have their fun. They weren’t hurting anything by staring. His gaze went to Svan and he grinned as he caught his breath for the moment.

“I work out pretty regularly.” He said as he was careful not to kick or step on any of the crows as he made his way over to where Svan was removing some sprigs with delicate precision. “You seemed to have attracted quite the audience too. Friends of yours?” He meant it in jest mostly since he didn’t know how true those words would end up being. “I can help if you wish or at the very least stand guard while you work. Would allow you to work without worry anyways.”