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Her gaze lifted, looking through the many holes in the ceiling and roof. She stared, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkness beyond any torchlight, and there she spied Ivan Skender.
A smile appeared on her face, a natural reaction she had not time to think over and decipher. "How did you..." she trailed, eyes now looking for ways up. There were many jutting stones in the walls, and Zephyrine began to climb. Slowly, but surely, she worked her way to the midnight heaven where Ivan sat. Some of the climb needed the aide of her magic, to create a new foothold or ledge to grab onto.
By the time she pushed herself over the lip of the hole she spied him through, Zephyrine fell onto her back and let her legs dangle. She was grinning, elated from the climb.
"You're not planning to sleep up here, are you?" In the harsh reminder of chilling winds, Zephyrine lifted a lazy hand and put out a shield made of pure magic around them. She knew the winds would not cease over night, could tell by the clouds above that she was staring up into. It was dark, overcast that the moons gave soft impressions that they indeed hung up in the night's sky.
"Oh..." A thought passed. She sat up now, peering at him. His face had always been hard to read most times, and in this moment, she could see the slight indentation at his brow where it wanted to deepen it's furrow. "I'm not disturbing you am I?"
They were both the youngest members of all the men gathered below. She was never the sociable one, preferring quiet company and challenging training, of which Ivan and Zeph had done for hours when they were all talked out or waiting for his medicines to start working so that he may sleep. Maybe in that quiet, when he slept and she slowly worked each wound and scab, each broken bone and dislocation, Zephyrine knew she finally met someone that understood what is what like to have the life she had.
An unspoken understanding, and one that made her trust him far easier.
"I can go if you wanted to be alone for a bit."
A smile appeared on her face, a natural reaction she had not time to think over and decipher. "How did you..." she trailed, eyes now looking for ways up. There were many jutting stones in the walls, and Zephyrine began to climb. Slowly, but surely, she worked her way to the midnight heaven where Ivan sat. Some of the climb needed the aide of her magic, to create a new foothold or ledge to grab onto.
By the time she pushed herself over the lip of the hole she spied him through, Zephyrine fell onto her back and let her legs dangle. She was grinning, elated from the climb.
"You're not planning to sleep up here, are you?" In the harsh reminder of chilling winds, Zephyrine lifted a lazy hand and put out a shield made of pure magic around them. She knew the winds would not cease over night, could tell by the clouds above that she was staring up into. It was dark, overcast that the moons gave soft impressions that they indeed hung up in the night's sky.
"Oh..." A thought passed. She sat up now, peering at him. His face had always been hard to read most times, and in this moment, she could see the slight indentation at his brow where it wanted to deepen it's furrow. "I'm not disturbing you am I?"
They were both the youngest members of all the men gathered below. She was never the sociable one, preferring quiet company and challenging training, of which Ivan and Zeph had done for hours when they were all talked out or waiting for his medicines to start working so that he may sleep. Maybe in that quiet, when he slept and she slowly worked each wound and scab, each broken bone and dislocation, Zephyrine knew she finally met someone that understood what is what like to have the life she had.
An unspoken understanding, and one that made her trust him far easier.
"I can go if you wanted to be alone for a bit."
