Terra stared at Cicero as he struggled with something he wanted to say to her. He took a breath and the wicked grin that spread across his face caused Terra to shiver a moment. She knew that smile, his signature smile, that man before her now hid everything he had going on in his mind. He had shut himself off from her in a single moment. "You are it Listener and though this game might never reach an end I am satisfied with this result. I have bested you, if only for a moment, and I will take that as my consolation prize, seeing that I will not get what I true want from you."
Terra had started healing herself as she just felt her mouth fall agaped. This was not what she had expected. The pain she felt didn't compare to the pain that struck her heart as she stared at the grinning man before her.
"We are what we are, Listener, we can not write our roles in Mother's eyes, but we can make the choice in how we use that role," Cicero turned from her. "I want you to know I have never underestimated you Listener. You had a grasp on something that I did not think anyone could have even imagined touching and I thank you and hate you for that, because in an instant you have given and taken one thing that I would have never thought that was possible." He flipped the dagger in his hand in a graceful manner, a skilled jester, he wasn't what he appeared to be. He took a few steps and hissed softly, "I will take this dagger as I believe this symbolizes the true relationship you and I had. Plunged it into my heart you did and you did not even have to unsheath it to do so."
In a blink of an eye he was gone.
Terra turned away from away from Cicero's departing spot. She had other things she needed to attend to. Somewhere inside she knew felt a little part of her die. She shook the feeling off, that little emptiness she felt was similar to what she felt when she lost her mother, though the impact she felt was important this would not cripple her as her mother's death had. It was just another stepping stone that she had to hop on to reach her destination.
Farkas had been wearing the dragon priest out and now she saw that he had managed to destroy the creature. He stood there warily staring at her in his wolf form. He had the cloth hanging from his mouth and the mask in his claws. He didn't make a move to her.
Terra shifted and just stood watching him. He had been bombarded with magic. She was surprised that he was still standing. Werewolves were strong against magic, but not impervious from it. That being had been a heavy hitter.
The snarling sounds that carried on the wind warned Terra, not to move to fast or she could be the next target. She knew he could for the most part control his beast, but with everything that just happened, what would prevent him from just letting him take his rage out on her? With a tsk sound Terra felt ashamed. He would never raise a hand against her, she had to poke and prod him to train with her, why would he allow his temper to take control now? She shivered against the weather, she had used up quite a bit of healing magic and now with her adrenaline dropping from her so called battle, she was just left in a standoff against a reluctant werewolf. The irony wasn't lost on her and she let out a barking laugh causing Farkas to jump suddenly from the noise.
Slowly he walked towards her. Unsure of where they stood, he was careful not to make his approach to her too fast. She could see that he struggled with every step not to rush her. Breath, step, breath step, he tried in his large beast form to make himself as unthreatening as possible.
Terra stared at him. Step, breath, step breath, each time he moved toward her he watched her. She was curious how a werewolf could make himself appear wary. Here is this massive creature and yet it was subserviently attempting to come to her. There was something funny about this massive predator trying to appear cautious and wary.