Starring: Clara Mars and Solaris Slane
Beneath heavy boots, the foliage cracked and snapped, hard thumps, rattling the woods themselves, throwing leaf and twig aside. Solaris, in his armor and beneath a red cloak, approached the meeting place. Moonlight slithered through the trees, the night hot but easy without humidity. Solaris found a grand oak, sided his body upon it, crossed his arms and waited, an amused and expectant smile stroking his broad jaw.
Wearing her own cloak of navy blue, the weapon made her way toward the center of the woods. Toward that one open area that was claimed by not either Samalian or Savian. She stepped on to the free territory and sought that red cloak. "...You called me here?" Clara asked, a careful brow rising above its mate as she waited for the explanation.
"I most certainly did, Master Clara," Solaris said, eyes low and big. The man lifts those big eyes and they thinned and lasered straight into the leader of the opposing clan. "I wonder if you have heard from your son recently' I wonder if you are aware of his ineptitude; aware of his idiocy and freelance decision making" I wonder Clara. I. Do. Wonder."
"Been a while since you called me that..." Clara informed him thoughtfully as she picked a tree to lean on. "My son?" She asked, and then those lips twisted up in a smile that displayed sadism at its finest. "What did he do this time?" The weapon asked as one leg kicked over the other and she lengthened her lean.
Solaris slammed the side of his gauntlet into the fine old oak, splintered it and the armored wrist cleaved into the old bark. And following this rare spark of anger from the regal despot, Solaris leaned forward at the woman and hissed, "He invalidated our agreement." A smile comes and Solaris leans against the shattered bark. "Yes. He informed me that he is no longer interested in working with me. You know what that means, Clara." He spoke grimly, directly.
Clara's smirk widened and she pulled the cloak from her eyes, revealing navy blue orbs that were as dangerous as they were beautiful. "Our agreement was that if you fixed Martyr, I'd turn a blind eye to you taking Emlen beneath your filthy little wing..." She bit into her lip. "I did just that, and you held your part....Emlen coming to his senses is not my problem."
Clara's smile widened, Solaris" stayed on its heels, strong and snide. "Those were the particulars." Solaris nods. "Those were the particulars indeed." A groan spins around in his throat, and from that villainous grin, it scuds out and hangs in the thin, hot air. "Let me ask you, Master Clara: do you love them?"
"Your question is a trap, and I do not intend to fall into it....Was there something else you needed, Solaris?" Clara asked, she visibly relaxed against the bark, folding her arms over her chest. Did she love her children" Yes. Did she put them before the needs of the village" No....
Beneath heavy boots, the foliage cracked and snapped, hard thumps, rattling the woods themselves, throwing leaf and twig aside. Solaris, in his armor and beneath a red cloak, approached the meeting place. Moonlight slithered through the trees, the night hot but easy without humidity. Solaris found a grand oak, sided his body upon it, crossed his arms and waited, an amused and expectant smile stroking his broad jaw.
Wearing her own cloak of navy blue, the weapon made her way toward the center of the woods. Toward that one open area that was claimed by not either Samalian or Savian. She stepped on to the free territory and sought that red cloak. "...You called me here?" Clara asked, a careful brow rising above its mate as she waited for the explanation.
"I most certainly did, Master Clara," Solaris said, eyes low and big. The man lifts those big eyes and they thinned and lasered straight into the leader of the opposing clan. "I wonder if you have heard from your son recently' I wonder if you are aware of his ineptitude; aware of his idiocy and freelance decision making" I wonder Clara. I. Do. Wonder."
"Been a while since you called me that..." Clara informed him thoughtfully as she picked a tree to lean on. "My son?" She asked, and then those lips twisted up in a smile that displayed sadism at its finest. "What did he do this time?" The weapon asked as one leg kicked over the other and she lengthened her lean.
Solaris slammed the side of his gauntlet into the fine old oak, splintered it and the armored wrist cleaved into the old bark. And following this rare spark of anger from the regal despot, Solaris leaned forward at the woman and hissed, "He invalidated our agreement." A smile comes and Solaris leans against the shattered bark. "Yes. He informed me that he is no longer interested in working with me. You know what that means, Clara." He spoke grimly, directly.
Clara's smirk widened and she pulled the cloak from her eyes, revealing navy blue orbs that were as dangerous as they were beautiful. "Our agreement was that if you fixed Martyr, I'd turn a blind eye to you taking Emlen beneath your filthy little wing..." She bit into her lip. "I did just that, and you held your part....Emlen coming to his senses is not my problem."
Clara's smile widened, Solaris" stayed on its heels, strong and snide. "Those were the particulars." Solaris nods. "Those were the particulars indeed." A groan spins around in his throat, and from that villainous grin, it scuds out and hangs in the thin, hot air. "Let me ask you, Master Clara: do you love them?"
"Your question is a trap, and I do not intend to fall into it....Was there something else you needed, Solaris?" Clara asked, she visibly relaxed against the bark, folding her arms over her chest. Did she love her children" Yes. Did she put them before the needs of the village" No....