Unlikely Saviour (Nasrin)

[Camrie]

The sky was darkening, the sun sinking down until it wasn't even a sliver on the horizon. There was enough deep blue light in the heavens for a normal human to see around them, but that was soon to be gone, as well. Frigid wind carried an odd duo across the stars with dizzying speed, the twinkling lights temporarily blacked out as huge wings created frightening shadows in the coming night. Her wingbeats were silent, talons flashing like swords with every stroke. Eyes surveyed the ground below, searching for her target with single minded determination. No assassin could travel faster than her without teleporation, but still, she needed all the time she could get to accomplish her task. Weaving through the winds in her wake was a wingless, giant creature, serpentine movements propelling it along behind its mistress. The huge Raptorae's soft fur rustled in the breeze, markings along its body glowing brightly to light their way. Varancael, for that was what the winged shadow was named, had no time to lose.

Heightened senses took in the surroundings, the scent of trees and earth and rain and lightning that flickered with life in the sky, in the ground hundreds of feet below her. Remarkably skilled eyes zeroed in on veins in tiny leaves waving on trees far away, on droplets of mist that clung to clouds she passed through. But she was not interested in any of these things. She had a job to do. A mission, of her own making.she was focused, searching for one particular scent amidst the jumble, one individual sight beneath her talented gaze. The huge creature that was her mount and friend made an inquisitive grumble in his throat, electricity flickering in his maw. He spoke no words, but she knew he questioned the distance to their destination.
"Not far now, Aethrin. Have patience."
The massive reptile growled, but fell silent as they traversed the miles. Her clothes were simple, a waistcoat over clean white linen, with soft leather trews and boots with thick soles. The beast wore sensible, strong leather tack, the only embellishment being the rubies on his halter. He carried her tent, extra clothes, weapons... He was strong, and it allowed the both of them to fly with more ease. Her tanned skin wasn't cold despite the height, not enough hair to blow in her face. It was cut so that only a portion remained, warrior-like and masculine, despite her gender. The wings, though they looked feathered, were actually formed of razor edged scales in their shape, black as night with forks of lighting acting as veins. She porposly darkened their glow now, however, to remain more stealthy as they flew.

It wasn't long before she found the place she had been looking for. A house with its Windows glowing warmly in the night, bearing the scent and the appearance of that with which she was very familiar. Varan circled a few times, examining it for danger. She could return here with her eyes closed, even after centuries of not being within its walls. A pang of sadness shot through her, but she didn't allow it to bring her down. This task was important. Whistling sharply at Aethrin and pointing down, she gracefully shifted into a dive that turned her into a blur of dark. Curling her wings around her body, she was like a bullet. Before she hit the ground, she spread her stunning wings wide, slowing her descent and landing with a quiet puff of dirt. Folding the dangerous appendages against her back, they were so tall they towered feet above her head. Their sharp talons were threatening, but she worked to make her expression reassuring, though still firm. The Raptorae landed with a whomp, crouching low into the cool soil. She took a lantern from her gear, reaching up a wing to hook the hanger with one such claw, bringing it down to her face level to light it with a match. Holding the light aloft, she took a deep breath and approached the house. Knocking on the fine, familiar door with sharp raps of her knuckles, she noticed how the house had changed just slightly with age. It hurt her heart to see it, when she had known it back when it's wood and stone was brand new and gleaming. Her scarlet and green eyes fixed on the door, waiting for the one whom she had come to save. She waited, and watched, and hoped with all her might that the man would listen.

[joylss]

An apprehension feeling has transcended his usually calm and serene demeanor, evoking a sense of disquiet amassing within unsettled heart. Cast his work and book aside, translucent is his epithet of keen oracular enigma, for with a slip of delicate silk robes and brandishing of hair brush, the heir of Caileth finds his resolve in stirring an astral wake within himself. Nigh are the cold winds and icy breath of winter's breeze, dismantling the pristine wane of sunshine and musty moons while it wraps the city in its callous veil.

All in all, he is not profoundly irked by the brush of frozen touch upon skin, rather, his journey to Arca may come to prove difficult should the snow refrains to cease. Albeit, the parliament of Kia's court is discouraged at the moment, for the frost is proving governance trifling, while food is rendered scarce as rate of poverty elevates in exceeding demands. 

Click of tongue, violet hues are hence dragged across the hall to the second knock on the door. Nasrin stirs inwardly in slumber, hands raising to rub his expose eyes in mannerly languid, flummoxed by the time and night a visitor is obliged to pay a visit by his doormat in this ghastly storm.

With a tatter of feet, barefooted and soundless against furnished carpeted floors, before his fingers would be wrapped around the knob and disclose his unseemingly guest --- whereas, upon magnificent wings and glamorous feathers, Nasrin is instantly drew to an instant wake. Candle quiver in awe in frosty hands, before he would be awake enough to speak:

"By the gods, why are you out here in such a hefty blizzard storm? Are you not a nymph of the welkin condone to shrewd air ---- come!" he takes told of the female's arm in attempt to shepherd her into his household, where winds are quelled.

[Camrie]

She waited on the stoop not long, for with all haste the door was swung open to reveal the countenance of the one whom she would protect. Her first impression of the man was a sharp stab of pain at the similarities he held with Caileth, whom she had known so well. He did not resemble him in looks, other than the set of his face- but the way he held himself, the kindness he displayed; reminiscent of the knight who had taken her in as a babe. She had been keeping track of the line, and many of his descendents kept something of Caileth in their demeanor. As she brushed off the pain of remembrance, she allowed herself to take in the rest. He was taller than her by nearly half a foot, but her wings towered above them both. One eye concealed by his long blond hair, while another of shining violet regarded her with tired shock and concern. He expressed worry over her being out in the wind and cold of impeding night, and she was able to keep a weak smile as she shook her head insistently.
"Worry not for me, sir. The wind is as much family to me as the one who birthed me. But I thank you for your hospitality."
She said as he took her arm to hurry her indoors. She had to fold her massive wings tightly against her back and bend slightly for them to fit through the entryway. Before he could tug her completely inside, she flicked their hard scale "feathers" once or twice, flinging droplets of water that had clung to them as she had weaved through cloud cover, saving his floors from getting wet in the process. She carefully closed the door behind her, shutting out the gale.

The warmth of his lodging was immediate, and she enjoyed the radiating heat, even though the cold was no real deterrent for she, who practically lived high in the atmosphere where the rain froze to snow before her eyes. She lifted a hand to brush the most out of her stripe of warrior hair, regarding the kind man with scarlet and verdant eyes. She kept her wings tucked so that the sharp talons would not scratch his roof, flashing him a reassuring smile as she stood up straighter.
"I am so deeply regretful to disturb you at such an ungodly hour, but there is a matter that cannot be delayed for a more pleasant time."
She said apologetically, taking a deep breath. She was not one to dally when lives were at stake, especially a descendant of Caileth. So, wincing guiltily, she launched into it with gentle tones meant to put him at ease.
"My name is Varancael, of the house of Montaereth, daughter to the knight himself. Of late, I have been acting as a mercenary, and have recently taken a contract with a wealthy aristocrat. It has come to my attention that this same aristocrat has ordered an assassin to... Take care of you, as it were. He is tasked to arrive within the hour. In short, there is a threat on your life, and I am here to save you."
She said, nodding and trying to smile at the end as she watched him, waiting to see how he would react to such news. It would seem odd, she knew, but she couldn't leave him here to be slaughtered unawares.