Taalia Giovanni

Words caught in Taalia's throat, her eyes wide as she had withdrawn the ghostly weapon in preparation to sell her life as best she could to allow Bella and Briant the chance to escape. She knew that deep down, the Bretonnian Knight would not allow a woman, a foreign woman of all things, to make the sacrifice for him. No no, his codes of chivalry demanded that he lay himself across the bed of nails so that the two ladies may escape. In a biological estimation, it made sense. Taalia and Bella could go on to sire 5-8 children each, while should the former slavish perish, that potential number of future people was cut in half.

But Taalia was not obeying current arithmetic. She drew the ghostly weapon, brought up her free hand to smack the horse sternly on the rump to expediate its flight only for....the orcs to vanish into the ether, from whence they came.

Left open eyed, poised to strike and ready to sell herself, the white-haired shepardess darted a look to and fro as her surroundings had been filled with spectral menace, to the gentle blanket of a peaceful nights snow. The breath in her lungs was cold while her skin was warm from sudden exhilaration, but as the shepardess lowered her weapon, she turned see that she actually held nothing in that appendage: the spirits were gone. She looked back up at the battlements of the fort, blinking and hoping to spot that lone figure, whether in his full, teal glory and as little more than a shadow whose presence was pale imitation of its former self, but nothing. No evidence was present of her interaction or tale to tell, if such a thing had even existed at all.

Turning back to Briant and hearing his question, his mixture of astonishment and curiosity almost equalling hers, Taalia looked back one more time to those ramparts to ensure that the apparition truly had moved on, before returning her gaze to him.

Swallowing, confused, "let's go back..." she gestured towards their tent.

"I'll tell you all about it."

And that's exactly what she did, with no detail spared.


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