24 Ashan 721
Yeva leaned into the Mother's embrace, curling into her warmth. She pulled back, soothed while the rain drummed around them and the soothing pressure on her chest lingered long after the hug was finished. Balance had to be achieved again, and Moseke laid out the foundation of her journey. The map which would guide her first steps. Feed the moss to Linca, he would wake and walk. Yeva nodded, repeating each step in her mind and looked down at fuzzy foliage while a new question was presented.
"Is there anyone you'd specifically like me to ask?"
"Yes," Yeva answered quickly, images of Dari flashing to her mind. But those images were soon followed by memories of his expression when he looked at Astra. How they had looked out at the dark sea together and the stars and how happy he was. A captain, a leader. A man starting a settlement, alongside a woman he loved. Could she ask him to come with her on a journey that was dangerous?
Darius was... not a fighter.
Not yet, and not in the way she had always known those to be in Rharne.
If Moseke herself was insisting a bodyguard, as much as she wished for the company of her dear friend, he did not meet the criteria. Who else?
Balthazar?
How he held Elisa at the Dusk Event. How Yeva had learned their story from Elisa, and how she spoke of him as if he was the only thing that mattered. The one person who had saved her. Yeva frowned, imagining the two training together. Them against the world.
"Balthazar's the best fighter I know," The best one she was close to, at the very least. They had drank together, adventured together, reminisced together.
Kissed.
That was a lifetime ago. It shouldn't have mattered.
It didn't matter. It couldn't.
Elisa wanted deep friendship, a bond that Yeva had shuffled about, trying to give since her resurrection but struggling to. Now, to pluck the woman's love away for a bit of danger, unannounced and not included... Could the redhead be so selfish? "It's just... complicated," Yeva chewed her lip, shaking her head, "I... I don't know."
"I think..." the medic chose her words carefully, "You have marked me. I should trust you. And I do! I just..."
Wish I could have it all?
She could pick Balthazar but he hadn't picked her.
That was the end of it. This was about survival.
About Scalvoris.
"I would like you to choose." Whoever that would be. Yeva nodded resolutely, stuffing her strange feelings back down to focus on the task at hand. Solving this problem was so much more important than mortal 'what-ifs' and insufferable men, "May your friends be mine."
"Is there anyone you'd specifically like me to ask?"
"Yes," Yeva answered quickly, images of Dari flashing to her mind. But those images were soon followed by memories of his expression when he looked at Astra. How they had looked out at the dark sea together and the stars and how happy he was. A captain, a leader. A man starting a settlement, alongside a woman he loved. Could she ask him to come with her on a journey that was dangerous?
Darius was... not a fighter.
Not yet, and not in the way she had always known those to be in Rharne.
If Moseke herself was insisting a bodyguard, as much as she wished for the company of her dear friend, he did not meet the criteria. Who else?
Balthazar?
How he held Elisa at the Dusk Event. How Yeva had learned their story from Elisa, and how she spoke of him as if he was the only thing that mattered. The one person who had saved her. Yeva frowned, imagining the two training together. Them against the world.
"Balthazar's the best fighter I know," The best one she was close to, at the very least. They had drank together, adventured together, reminisced together.
Kissed.
That was a lifetime ago. It shouldn't have mattered.
It didn't matter. It couldn't.
Elisa wanted deep friendship, a bond that Yeva had shuffled about, trying to give since her resurrection but struggling to. Now, to pluck the woman's love away for a bit of danger, unannounced and not included... Could the redhead be so selfish? "It's just... complicated," Yeva chewed her lip, shaking her head, "I... I don't know."
"I think..." the medic chose her words carefully, "You have marked me. I should trust you. And I do! I just..."
Wish I could have it all?
She could pick Balthazar but he hadn't picked her.
That was the end of it. This was about survival.
About Scalvoris.
"I would like you to choose." Whoever that would be. Yeva nodded resolutely, stuffing her strange feelings back down to focus on the task at hand. Solving this problem was so much more important than mortal 'what-ifs' and insufferable men, "May your friends be mine."