The warm light of the morning sun streamed through the cracks between the curtains in Macha's bedroom. The rays of light hit the dressing mirror in the corner and bounced off of the reflective surface, illuminating the room. Her dreams had been restless and her worries for Tyr and Luna kept her up, so the light did not wake her.
Earlier, she had penned a note to Hrod, explaining the situation. Since she would be away, she did not want the Valois businesses to suffer, so she sent over Tyr's seal. This would allow Hrod to continue any affairs that needed to be done.
Since Macha could not sleep, she had already donned her armor and sat anxiously on the bed. She was lost in her memories and her eyes stared, unfocused at the bedroom wall. She thought about how strong and confident Tyr was before he left and worried about how much he changed over the past three years.
KNOCK
The solid strike on the door resounded through the apartment, pulling her back to the present. This was the moment she waited for. Macha quickly rushed to the door, wanting to start her quest to save her friends.
When she opened it, she found a black-haired man with amber eyes staring down at her. He had a scar across his right cheek that seemed to be fading. He wore a black armor that obscured his figure, making her strain to see him clearly. "Macha," she heard her name stated more than asked.
"Yes, please come in." She opened the door and moved to let the man in. "I wasn't sure what to pack. I've never done this sort of mission before." As she told the stranger what was going on, she pulled out her small travel bag.
Alcinous did not sympathize with King Freyr's decision to send the Sathar out for this mission. Babysitting a weak woman was the last thing he wanted to do, especially when there was tension with Phocée. He would have requested that a less important unit be dispatched, but he had a change of mind after he saw the letter from the spy.
Watching Macha open her sack caused him to narrow his eyes. His voice held little patience when he ordered, "Leave it." He did not understand why she packed a bag in the first place.
The warm light of the morning sun streamed through the cracks between the curtains in Macha's bedroom. The rays of light hit the dressing mirror in the corner and bounced off of the reflective surface, illuminating the room. Her dreams had been restless and her worries for Tyr and Luna kept her up, so the light did not wake her.
Earlier, she had penned a note to Hrod, explaining the situation. Since she would be away, she did not want the Valois businesses to suffer, so she sent over Tyr's seal. This would allow Hrod to continue any affairs that needed to be done.
Since Macha could not sleep, she had already donned her armor and sat anxiously on the bed. She was lost in her memories and her eyes stared, unfocused at the bedroom wall. She thought about how strong and confident Tyr was before he left and worried about how much he changed over the past three years.
KNOCK
The solid strike on the door resounded through the apartment, pulling her back to the present. This was the moment she waited for. Macha quickly rushed to the door, wanting to start her quest to save her friends.
When she opened it, she found a black-haired man with amber eyes staring down at her. He had a scar across his right cheek that seemed to be fading. He wore a black armor that obscured his figure, making her strain to see him clearly. "Macha," she heard her name stated more than asked.
"Yes, please come in." She opened the door and moved to let the man in. "I wasn't sure what to pack. I've never done this sort of mission before." As she told the stranger what was going on, she pulled out her small travel bag.
Alcinous did not sympathize with King Freyr's decision to send the Sathar out for this mission. Babysitting a weak woman was the last thing he wanted to do, especially when there was tension with Phocée. He would have requested that a less important unit be dispatched, but he had a change of mind after he saw the letter from the spy.
Watching Macha open her sack caused him to narrow his eyes. His voice held little patience when he ordered, "Leave it." He did not understand why she packed a bag in the first place.
