Thorra
Thorra held onto Lirazel as they rode, listening silently with the rapt attention of an eager student. The faint smell of ozone grew slightly more intense as Lirazel told her of their ritualistic sacrifice to seal the ancient evil—this was the first hint she'd been able to hear of the mythos of the Nexus, and it reminded her of her own inevitable demise.
It was relieving that such a fate did not seem to upset Lirazel. At the least, she seemed to be accepting. "I fear you are correct, Lira. I would not be able to singlehandedly defeat an evil as you are describing. Such an endeavor would be a tremendous enough deed to trigger my apotheosis—in other words, an impossibility. However..." Thorra wrapped her large hand around Lirazel's own. "I'm well known to meddle in affairs where I do not belong. And I'm foolish enough to be able to spurn fear and stand up for what is right and good. The threat of certain doom would not deter me from standing beside you and perishing together to protect your kingdom. You are a worthy wielder, and I will stand beside you in your quest."
LirazelA sigh, for once all too mundane and lacking in lilt and lyric, tragically escaped from Lirazel's lips as she covered Thorra's own comforting hand with her opposite one. She trusted her horse to stay steady, clearly, in the absence of a grip on the reins. Her voice, so soft and low, was clearly not intended for others to overhear. "Well, at least one sacred weapon approves of my hands." But then, straightening her posture and getting some energy back to her, she lifted her held hand up to Thorra's sight. "You know, it's usually not the hammer holding on in a time of need. Thank you, Thorra."
And then, she gave her horse a little nudge with her ankles, and they picked up some speed again.
"But I have no intention of either of us dying in this!"
Soon, atop a hill overlooking the great alabaster-hued walls of the royal city, in the shadow of the Star Tower, they came into sight of another great crown of spires peeking out from a beneath cloak of green leaves and blue rose vines. A sort of slanted, almost organically rounded enclosure molded itself about the great perimeter, and as they came closer they were greeted further by another youthful pair of elves with ears seemingly shorter, less pronounced, proceeding down the hill upon a horse-drawn cart covered with some manner of smooth beige tarp.
Lirazel drew her hood up further over her head, but Thorra herself was too mesmerizingly strange a presence not to draw their attention. They did a visible double take, and whispered in a much too loud way, "She's returned with - who
is that?"
The younger of the two, a much younger boy compared to the auburn-haired young lady steering the cart, stood up and waved frantically. "Good morning, your Highness!"
Outed so, the elven maiden Thorra was riding with lifted her hand in greeting. "Good morning Callon, Nienna. Please, do not stop on my account. My guest has had a long journey."