"That isn't what Ronja meant!"
Then what did she? That kept going on and on inside her head like a broken disk, it only served to turn flames into magma. Yet once a volcano erupts, it doesn't take long for the lava to go cold, and all it took were the tears down these clickey eyes, instantly wiped away yet all the more harder -not- to notice. The blights of hyper sense making themselves known, for such a small detail could have been mistaken, ignored or downplayed even, were it not for the mastery that granted her such finesse, on an already paranoic mind.
When all she hoped for was a 'yes' or 'no', one she could see coming from the way Ronja's features relaxed, the full opposite happened once the woman collected resolve and straightened her thoughts to stray from that... For what exactly?
The admittance had been gone and done, but Ronja insisted on it anyways, unbeknowst perhaps of the revelations that came with, and the pain it caused her to see her so vivid. It elicited a frown out of the elf, whose silver eyes no longer held themselves with the magia's. Anyone else and she would have told them to fuck off. In any other opportunity she might aswell have walked away.
The sheer ressemblence to that tragic night felt devastating, a wound that never finish it's scarring process now torn open from it's stitches.
Shock took her away from these thoughts and her hemorrhaging heart as a different confession, far less straightforward. The weight behind these words forced her glassy eyes to pivot back at her. The assumptions that came from Ronja hit close to home, twitchy gaze and a breathe cut short did their best to keep herself from falling apart, like a building without it's supports.
"Ronja?" The abrupt cut and the frown on the magia had her choke on her own tongue, sheepishly calling for her, but she wouldn't respond. Her guard was too low to pay notice to the shadows that lurked behind her, or the way her armor begun to drag her to the side once magnetic fields pulled from it at. A yelp tumbled out of her lips, followed by a louder groan once a limb slammed straight against her chest and sent her rolling across the dirt, bruising her in the process, yet most of these hidden under gambeson and plate alike.
"You... You make Ronja way... Way too happy...
Heavy eyes opened only to watch this
monstrosity flee, the hundreds of snakes from an aberration that had decided to spare her, if only because it carried it's target on it's back, and with one last look before a tree obstructed the view, Fiora's groggy mind, shook by the impact, pieced it all together.
... How you took... Ronja's hand...
And in that same second her chest sunk, it was like a million needles thrusted themselves all over her nerves and jolted her back on her feet, stumbling for a second before breaking into a desperate sprint, ragged cloak and silver locks flowing with the speed she picked up, pushing bush and branch aside, any piece of nature getting in her way simply smashed away.
How you joke at her anyway...
Whimpers escaped from her lips as every muscle fibre itched and cried alike. This would be the top of her speeds- She felt it, because she reached it long ago countless of times and the lethargy should have kept her away from tip top conditions, and yet now she's moving even faster, heavier steps far more determined than ever to meet the ends of this desperate hunt to find any signs of the creature, with the only relief of being on the right path thanks to the destruction it left behind in a way similar to the boulder of earlier.
How you don't treat Ronja like she is just... Someone useless..."
The only consolation left was the voice of that Magia repeating itself inside her skull, the driving force that fueled her weary body for a second time, at the same time it became her demise, as the longer this deafening silence went on, the more she craved to see her again, only to be met with nothingness...
Suddently she came to a stop, once the many trees and the wildlife opened into a cliffside that gave wake to the great canyon, just a few more steps and she would have gone straight down, her eyes wide with realization- Death at a few inches away...
"A-ah, someone finally came!" A crippled voice that held to it's last breath made her ears twitch and stare in the direction it came from, where this
Old man whose hand hangs mid-air pointing down to the abyss just sat on, right over a rock, legs crossed.
"Please ma'am I-" His words were cut short at the sudden movement from Fiora, who practically irradiated with murderous intent. Yet given what he's seen the past few days, and more importantly the last vestiges of a humanoid shape amist the creature... Something told him this meeting was no coincidence.
"A dissonant just been through here right now."
"Yes."
"Where." Straight to the point, like a hot knife going through butter. All her anger contained itself within the tightening fist of hers that got her knuckles all white.
The man only stared onto the canyon, to the depths, to the path long past the fissure the earth suffered. Speechless. Given how little his body ever dared to move, he either was frozen in fear from the snake, or this was a posture he always held in the first place. She couldn't tell which.
But time wasn't on her side.
"I don't hear them anymore...-" His voice broke, much like his heart did time ago, yet his spirit didn't want to let go of the chance that, perhaps, this knightess was here to help, unlike the many who came before her-
"I don't have TIME for this. Tell me where it is and I'll be on my way."
