'Come.'
A pair of strong arms pulled Lenn up, and led her to a side. She wiped her translucent grey-blue eyes, which seemed almost transparent with her tears, and looked up to see a young Priest, his expression solemn. Dark carmine eyes stared back at her, and Lenn looked to a side, afraid of having her tears slide down her cheeks again. Xelk sighed, and squatted down, his gaze never leaving Lenn's. The Priest's rich golden hair seemed watered down by the rain.
'We have already sent out patrols, Lenn. Grieve as you must, but you cannot let this stand in your way of helping the public of Rune Midgard,' he said quietly, careful not to be overheard.
'Patrols? When's the next party leaving?' Lenn asked suddenly. Xelk blinked. It was one question he had not anticipated at all.
'They leave in ten minutes, from the Southern Kafra. This particular party will head for the desert city of Morroc. Hopefully, the murderer will show himself,' Xelk said, looking at Lenn's fragile features. Subconsciously he traced a finger lightly along her cheekbone, and held her face with a hand. The Priestess' silver hair was slick with rain, and her face was as pale as the moon. 'Why don't you go back to your room and res- '
'Xelk, allow me to join the Morrocan Patrol, please,' she said softly. 'I beseech you.' The girl clutched her Soul Staff tightly. Memories came to her like a flood - to her, it seemed as though Rekeia was still alive. He brought her to the snowing town of Lutie, and was like a brother to her - no,more than that. She loved him, and he loved her. To Lenn, everything was as simple as that.
'But you don't look well, Lenn.'
'Please,' she repeated, adamant.
'Aight, people. Lady Ravengliace will be joining you for the Patrol as well. Protect her, for as you can see she is the only female within the party. Report back if you find anything, or not. The maximum search time would be a week,' Xelk added, looking around at the Priests, the Monks and the Crusaders' determined gazes. Turning to Lenn, he took his Light Epsilon - a mace in the shape of the holy cross, forged in blazing sardonyx and gold colours - and handed it to the Priestess. 'Take care.'
The sandy hills of Morroc rose in gentle reliefs, as wind filtered through the southern lands. Lenn shuddered, feeling the cool air wrap around her. A reason why she never did like to stay in Morroc, where its days were steaming hot and their nights freezing cold. The party set off mutely through the night due south of Morroc. Crusaders rode in the front, followed by the Priests and Lenn, and Monks rounded the back up. Harsh winds skinned them, yet no one complained, and Lenn was determined not to.
For Rekeia.
A pair of strong arms pulled Lenn up, and led her to a side. She wiped her translucent grey-blue eyes, which seemed almost transparent with her tears, and looked up to see a young Priest, his expression solemn. Dark carmine eyes stared back at her, and Lenn looked to a side, afraid of having her tears slide down her cheeks again. Xelk sighed, and squatted down, his gaze never leaving Lenn's. The Priest's rich golden hair seemed watered down by the rain.
'We have already sent out patrols, Lenn. Grieve as you must, but you cannot let this stand in your way of helping the public of Rune Midgard,' he said quietly, careful not to be overheard.
'Patrols? When's the next party leaving?' Lenn asked suddenly. Xelk blinked. It was one question he had not anticipated at all.
'They leave in ten minutes, from the Southern Kafra. This particular party will head for the desert city of Morroc. Hopefully, the murderer will show himself,' Xelk said, looking at Lenn's fragile features. Subconsciously he traced a finger lightly along her cheekbone, and held her face with a hand. The Priestess' silver hair was slick with rain, and her face was as pale as the moon. 'Why don't you go back to your room and res- '
'Xelk, allow me to join the Morrocan Patrol, please,' she said softly. 'I beseech you.' The girl clutched her Soul Staff tightly. Memories came to her like a flood - to her, it seemed as though Rekeia was still alive. He brought her to the snowing town of Lutie, and was like a brother to her - no,more than that. She loved him, and he loved her. To Lenn, everything was as simple as that.
'But you don't look well, Lenn.'
'Please,' she repeated, adamant.
'Aight, people. Lady Ravengliace will be joining you for the Patrol as well. Protect her, for as you can see she is the only female within the party. Report back if you find anything, or not. The maximum search time would be a week,' Xelk added, looking around at the Priests, the Monks and the Crusaders' determined gazes. Turning to Lenn, he took his Light Epsilon - a mace in the shape of the holy cross, forged in blazing sardonyx and gold colours - and handed it to the Priestess. 'Take care.'
The sandy hills of Morroc rose in gentle reliefs, as wind filtered through the southern lands. Lenn shuddered, feeling the cool air wrap around her. A reason why she never did like to stay in Morroc, where its days were steaming hot and their nights freezing cold. The party set off mutely through the night due south of Morroc. Crusaders rode in the front, followed by the Priests and Lenn, and Monks rounded the back up. Harsh winds skinned them, yet no one complained, and Lenn was determined not to.
For Rekeia.
