together in a clash of unevenness and pain. ‘You claim to love and care for me, yet you hide under the shadow of doubt my father casts over everyone! You are nothing but a lie! ’
Cirrus braced himself as the brown dragon came down the Great Hall for him, before Nafury’s Ancient went through him and he woke with a start. He caught the closest thing to him, but who he caught cried out in a fright. Sybl pushed him off of the side of the bed and to the floor, where he landed with a crash.
He regained his full awareness when Sybl got up from the bed and looked down at him. Her infuriated blue eyes looked just like Nafury’s when he got angry.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He didn’t know what he had been doing while unconscious, as his Ancient had already fled from her wrath with the answers he needed right now. So he just lay there as he tried to figure it out from her by best guess.
“GET OUT!”
He couldn’t move as one of her thoughts struck him like a knife to the side to add to the pain already paralyzing his back. “I would never do that to you—I just fell asleep.”
“Where you then sleepwalked into my room and put your hands on top of me? Do I look like a complete idiot to you!?” Sybl shouted at him.
Cirrus trembled when her rage refused to die down and left him refusing to leave with her thoughts on him so wrong. But it was too late to try and do anything to calm her down when the door opened, and Kayla stepped in.
“What is going on in here? What are you doing, Cirrus?”
“It was an accident.”
“Dragoons don’t accidently molest females.”
“I didn’t try anything!” Cirrus retaliated with a raised voice. He hated Kayla. If she hadn’t been born a daoran he would have dedicated his spare time to making her life a living hell.
“You have some nerve shouting at me like that. Now get out of this room before I have you disciplined for this!”
Cirrus got to his feet as he had little position to argue against the High Priestess’ daughter, and left to take out his anger elsewhere.
Sybl calmed down somewhat as the daoran’s grey eyes focused from Cirrus’ leaving back to her. She was pretty and looked a bit older than herself, as her long purple waves fell over her slim figure and yellow dress.
“Are you alright?” Kayla asked as she walked over.
“I think so.”
“The dragoons these days are worthless aside from being on a battlefield. I’m Kayla,” she said as she held out her hand to her. “Daughter of the High Priestess, Yri.”
Sybl took it and shook it in turn. “Sybl.”
“Well, that explains why there is so much interest in you. These are Healer lines,” the daoran said as she caught her handshake and looked at Sybl’s palm.
“Healer lines? What do you mean?”
“It means you have the ability to use your energy to mend wounds. But despite that, I see nothing of the Suzerain Continent in your mind,” she continued as she looked into Sybl’s eyes. “Interesting.”
Sybl looked away, uncomfortable. She didn’t like her soul being scanned from her eyes-out.
“Don’t be scared of me, I don’t bite,” Kayla said with a sly smile that might suggest otherwise. “You look like you could use a warm bath to calm down.”
Sybl wasn’t given the chance to argue as she was led off by her arm from the room and downstairs. “Wait—I don’t need a bath, really.”
“Nonsense,” Kayla replied, before reaching the bathing room and looking inside. When it proved to be empty, she hauled Sybl inside and locked the door behind them.
Sybl gulped as she looked at the cavern’s wall, where Kayla’s purple Ancient watched under the green vines it wove together. She was trapped.
Kayla began to undress before heading over to the small waterfall and the pool it fed. “Were you going to bathe with your clothes
Cirrus braced himself as the brown dragon came down the Great Hall for him, before Nafury’s Ancient went through him and he woke with a start. He caught the closest thing to him, but who he caught cried out in a fright. Sybl pushed him off of the side of the bed and to the floor, where he landed with a crash.
He regained his full awareness when Sybl got up from the bed and looked down at him. Her infuriated blue eyes looked just like Nafury’s when he got angry.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He didn’t know what he had been doing while unconscious, as his Ancient had already fled from her wrath with the answers he needed right now. So he just lay there as he tried to figure it out from her by best guess.
“GET OUT!”
He couldn’t move as one of her thoughts struck him like a knife to the side to add to the pain already paralyzing his back. “I would never do that to you—I just fell asleep.”
“Where you then sleepwalked into my room and put your hands on top of me? Do I look like a complete idiot to you!?” Sybl shouted at him.
Cirrus trembled when her rage refused to die down and left him refusing to leave with her thoughts on him so wrong. But it was too late to try and do anything to calm her down when the door opened, and Kayla stepped in.
“What is going on in here? What are you doing, Cirrus?”
“It was an accident.”
“Dragoons don’t accidently molest females.”
“I didn’t try anything!” Cirrus retaliated with a raised voice. He hated Kayla. If she hadn’t been born a daoran he would have dedicated his spare time to making her life a living hell.
“You have some nerve shouting at me like that. Now get out of this room before I have you disciplined for this!”
Cirrus got to his feet as he had little position to argue against the High Priestess’ daughter, and left to take out his anger elsewhere.
Sybl calmed down somewhat as the daoran’s grey eyes focused from Cirrus’ leaving back to her. She was pretty and looked a bit older than herself, as her long purple waves fell over her slim figure and yellow dress.
“Are you alright?” Kayla asked as she walked over.
“I think so.”
“The dragoons these days are worthless aside from being on a battlefield. I’m Kayla,” she said as she held out her hand to her. “Daughter of the High Priestess, Yri.”
Sybl took it and shook it in turn. “Sybl.”
“Well, that explains why there is so much interest in you. These are Healer lines,” the daoran said as she caught her handshake and looked at Sybl’s palm.
“Healer lines? What do you mean?”
“It means you have the ability to use your energy to mend wounds. But despite that, I see nothing of the Suzerain Continent in your mind,” she continued as she looked into Sybl’s eyes. “Interesting.”
Sybl looked away, uncomfortable. She didn’t like her soul being scanned from her eyes-out.
“Don’t be scared of me, I don’t bite,” Kayla said with a sly smile that might suggest otherwise. “You look like you could use a warm bath to calm down.”
Sybl wasn’t given the chance to argue as she was led off by her arm from the room and downstairs. “Wait—I don’t need a bath, really.”
“Nonsense,” Kayla replied, before reaching the bathing room and looking inside. When it proved to be empty, she hauled Sybl inside and locked the door behind them.
Sybl gulped as she looked at the cavern’s wall, where Kayla’s purple Ancient watched under the green vines it wove together. She was trapped.
Kayla began to undress before heading over to the small waterfall and the pool it fed. “Were you going to bathe with your clothes
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