Her discord lightened and her heat dampened, she slinks back to her duties in Alenroux. She returns to the outposts, to her patrols, to hunting, to training the archers. To things that were supposed to keep her mind so occupied that she does not think of anything else but duty and how she might best prepare for the next Oracle. So many voices clutter her mind in communion that she can't always shut out, but none of it... none of it is anything she can actually do. It's all talk. Talk of balance and cooperation and diplomacy and things that she does not agree with, that the others don't listen to her sense on, that... just leave her feeling alone again.
Claude's voice is ever present in the discussions. She cannot follow them without hearing his voice. That stupid, foolish, hopeful voice that thought he could change the world for the better, change hers...
The makeshift stables at the Alenroux outposts are not as comfortable as the one she'd had in Springstar, before the Blight roots had destroyed it, but she does not complain. There is a house near the woods, very nearly complete, but she does not... she does not want something that Liem Talbott had built, now that Liem Talbott is a traitor. She simply claims a stall at whatever outpost she is occupying that day, moving around the island to oversee the occupation efforts and help where she can.
There is a stall for a wyvern at one of them, though. Claude's wyvern. She smells the creature immediately, she spies it from afar, but... as tempting as it is, she refuses to change her course just because Claude might appear there. In fact, she did not care at all if he were to do so. It was none of her business. Her debt was repaid, she wasn't delirious with need, he obviously... had plenty to occupy his time. He probably would not even show his face, he was probably helping out in Springstar or doing... doing something with those accursed Zenites-
But.
Hayame lingers near the stables, watching the large lizard preen it's leathery wings.]
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Her discord lightened and her heat dampened, she slinks back to her duties in Alenroux. She returns to the outposts, to her patrols, to hunting, to training the archers. To things that were supposed to keep her mind so occupied that she does not think of anything else but duty and how she might best prepare for the next Oracle. So many voices clutter her mind in communion that she can't always shut out, but none of it... none of it is anything she can actually do. It's all talk. Talk of balance and cooperation and diplomacy and things that she does not agree with, that the others don't listen to her sense on, that... just leave her feeling alone again.
Claude's voice is ever present in the discussions. She cannot follow them without hearing his voice. That stupid, foolish, hopeful voice that thought he could change the world for the better, change hers...
The makeshift stables at the Alenroux outposts are not as comfortable as the one she'd had in Springstar, before the Blight roots had destroyed it, but she does not complain. There is a house near the woods, very nearly complete, but she does not... she does not want something that Liem Talbott had built, now that Liem Talbott is a traitor. She simply claims a stall at whatever outpost she is occupying that day, moving around the island to oversee the occupation efforts and help where she can.
There is a stall for a wyvern at one of them, though. Claude's wyvern. She smells the creature immediately, she spies it from afar, but... as tempting as it is, she refuses to change her course just because Claude might appear there. In fact, she did not care at all if he were to do so. It was none of her business. Her debt was repaid, she wasn't delirious with need, he obviously... had plenty to occupy his time. He probably would not even show his face, he was probably helping out in Springstar or doing... doing something with those accursed Zenites-
But.
Hayame lingers near the stables, watching the large lizard preen it's leathery wings.]