A true professional, Maar completed the job without a single fault. In her possession was a letter that she was to plant in a priestess' room by a temple for a local earth goddess. It was a clean, simple room, yet small details gave away clues to a colorful former life. A small detailed and faded tapestry, books neatly piled in a foreign language, and a particularly rich looking inkwell that should not be in possession of one as so humble as her. The letter faintly smelt of flowers, and Maar knew the letter was a beckoning, back to whatever shadows the woman clearly tried to flee from. Maar found herself wishing the priestess to choose wisely before slipping away as the bells chimed.
She had made a promise, but first, medicine was required. The burn at her throat ached, and needed proper treatment. In her knightly guise, liking to keep things consistant, Maar quietly purchased the right ointment from a local vender for cheap. Thankfully, since they were in Serendipity, the right treatments were plentiful and cheaper. Under the shade of a crabapple tree she applied the cool lotion to her skin, hissing as it made contact.
That foolish girl, she thought.
When she returned back to the inn, it was almost elevan, and Yuri was waiting for her with food and drink in the room. He placed the mony on the table.
"While you were out, I had a talk with one of my friends," he explained. With a few exagerrated details of the pains he went through, Yuri made a deal that the thing Maar had asked for would arrive the next afternoon.
"Perfect," Maar replied as she rose to her feet and wiped her chin.
"Leaving already?" Yuri asked, confused.
"There's something I must do," she replied and with that, was gone.
She travelled in the shadows through the dimly lit hall and into Tiraris' room. It was empty. Wordlessly, Maar touched the bed. It was cold; she had left hours ago. In the locked , private room Maar became Awari, her hands clasped together in thought.
I made a promise, the fae thought, pursing her lips together in frustration.
Does that mean nothing to that child?
The fae examined the abandoned room, her eyes wandering over to spot where she had been tackled. Tiraris had to have left in a hurry. Most likely after that incident.
"Pheh," she spat as she turned to face a mirror on a vanity. The sight did nothing to heal her pride. She was forced to look at the glaring, bright scar inflicted by her student.
If I had taught her at all, she thought with an almost sad smirk as she touched her tattoo.
Tiraris was rude, too rude to one who held the title of Purple Hawk General. Though the fae enjoyed Tiraris' spunk, this was a deliberate slight agaisnt her pride, and it could not go unignored.
The figure that was once Awari became the handsome, manly knight again.
Yuri will be glad to see me again, she thought as she conjured the best way to give him a fright.
