[closed]

[stonefaith]

Date & Time: 01/13 - ???
Location: all over
Characters: Bariyan and: Feferi, Seviilia, possibly more to come
Summary: catch-all for a couple logs
Warnings: N/A

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01/12: bariyan and feferi, on the thames
01/13: bariyan and seviilia, at seviilia's cave
01/15: bariyan and amaterasu, somewhere in the wild
01/16: bariyan and koltira, at koltira's cabin

Comments

[miscreant]

Silvermoon. Also before its fall.

[That was about the extent of her memory, so she doesn't get into specifics.]

[stonefaith]

I see. Bad times us all, back then.

I know we've our own enemies here, but honestly... I'm not sure anything I could encounter here would ever live up to the Scourge. [ He smiles, crookedly, at Seviilia, then look to her shoulder again. ] At least, I should hope not.

[miscreant]

[A sigh momentarily escapes her, though whether its related to his stare or not...]

The idea that the Scourge may join us here is not an impossible one.

[After all, from her perspective, it seemed everyone who had arrived from Azeroth arrived before Deathwing came.]

We may yet find ourselves at the Lich King's mercy once more, with hundreds of people who know not of his reign.

[stonefaith]

Oh, no. [ Bariyan shakes his head furiously and puts his hands up, as if to shield himself from Seviilia's words. ] Don't say things like that! You'll bring him down upon our heads.

[ Then Bariyan shakes himself out, smiling, obviously not much sobered by the prospect. ]

No use in dwelling in thoughts like that, I think. Better to worry about what's already here. [ He bows to Sev. ] I doubt I will get the story of your shoulder out of you, but-- I will not tell Koltira. And I will only ask you to take care of yourself.

[ Really, though... if Seviilia had hurt someone, Bariyan thinks he's got other ways of finding out. ]

[miscreant]

I would not say no, given the chance to kill him again.

[At the mention of Koltira, Bariyan earns himself a guarded glare, but nothing else.]

...I promise you, crusader. My wellbeing should be the absolute least of your concerns.

[But, he said he wasn't going to say anything, so she will leave him be.]

[stonefaith]

[ Bariyan straightens with a smirk. ] I worry anyway, Lady Seviilia.

[ He takes a step back, and raises a hand. ] I'll take my leave of you, now. Remember what I've said, eh?

[miscreant]

[Seviilia gently shakes her head and shrugs one injured shoulder.]

Your grave, I suppose.

[His wave is answered with a small (but polite) incline of her head.]