And so, the captain made her remark about what had trascended. It was ironic how she left Tyaethe's brutality yet once again out of the question. But then again, it was more than probably that the little girl was imbibed in the awe of the order's oldest. The elf shook her head, and shot a glare at the ignorant cart driver who was trying to set up a match with no doubt, was his droll crotchspawn. If only he knew...

Meanwhile Nero thoughtfully pondered the Cal's response. [i]I had to try, Bobd.[/i] She said to herself, as she travelled by her sister. Surprisingly enough, Sult had decided to end her charades, picking up on the heavy mood with the current dissent of Gillian ad other knights. Nero shook his head. Sir Gillian...well, he could use some work at picking the choice of words. It was clear that Fanilly was not a battle-hardened veteran mercenary with a jaded vision of the world, and some things would naturally set her off.

The eldest of the twins looked at the Shrine with a quizzical expression. Right in the middle of nowhere. It could meant some kind of rendezvous point? She shook her head. Magic was oftentimes so vague.

That is what she noticed her sister tugging her out. "Sult, what are you doing."

"Let us pray, Nero." Sult said, leading her sister to the Reon shrine. "We're blessed for many things and we should pay respects..."

"Haaaa.?" Nero's face retorted in disbelief. Tyaethe was one thing, but she couldn't even begin to fathom why [i]her sister[/i] of all things had a religious epiphany.

"Oh come on, Nero." Sult. "I mean, a month earlier I'd have never believed that my sister would be coming back, and would be fighting by my side. If that's not divine intervention, I don't know what it is." Sult answered back, as she led her sister into the Reon temple.

"..." Nero didn't answer, instead she just lowered her head. [i]Why do you spout the most sweet things right out of the blue you two faced bitch.[/i] She thought, before finally conceding. [i]Well, I can see your point. I think very much like you. Let's get this done with.[/i]

Umbra in the meantime, was rather tense. The earlier exchange had not done anything to calm her down, and she scrutinized the area with her eyes, trying to look for any kind of sign of movement. Her eyes darted to some shuffling of the grass, as she once more drew her bow swiftly, tucking an arrow on it. She would've shot, but the earlier incident could make her fellow knights turn against her in the worst possible of situations.

"Who's there!?" She asked, her bow aiming at the dark cloaked figure that emerged from nearby the shrine, with slow silent steps. Without mediating a word, the man lifted a hand... and pulled away the [url=http://safebooru.org/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=1956232]hood.[/url]. Obviously, the man was no such. He was an elf. <<"Antsy, aren't we, Gwathneth?">> He muttered in Elven, and the eyes of Umbra widened, her hands hurriedly putting the bow away and dismounting.

<<"Brother!">> She exclaimed, showing surprise in her face, a rare event.

"Greetings, Knights of the Iron Roses. I can sense you're after a prey. I pray for your success, and forgive my humble self for this interdiction, but I must...escort Lady Gwathneth back to her mother." The male elf said. "The agreement has been terminated. Other...circumstances...have arisen." He said, carefully producing a letter which then he then deposited into Fanilly's hands. "I, Forthan Thalnaywuen, son of the Forest Queen, thank you for taking care of my sister, captain." He added, with a curtsy, before taking slow but strong strides.

Umbra's expression melted from surprise to concern, and then her brother started speaking in elven towards the knight, an arm on her shoulder. Her reaction worsened, as she yelped somewhat, hands covered in her mouth. Even for someone as haughty as her, those were the clear hallmarks of a profound grief, as her hands flailed from her mouth, to her brother, away from her brother, and finally trying to stop the welling tears. Forkan, fully understanding of the situation, covered his sister under the cloak as she carried her away, muffled sobs silenced under the cloth.

The letter, written in a exquisite penmanship was both in elven and the language of Thaln.

[i]"To the Current Captain of the Iron Roses,

I must regretfully inform that I, the Queen of the Forest, has decided to withdraw the agreement by whom my daughter Gwathneth is bound to serve in your ranks. These are trying times. I would have loved the Iron Roses making her a fine example of virtue, but there are matters she must attend to. Gwathneth's father is currently bound to breathe his last, and he has asked me to see our daughter and absolve her of my punishment. I cannot go against the wishes of him, for it is I who I love. 

It pains me that I do such disservice to the order. I sincerely hope this will not damage our future relationships.

Signed,

Queen Alayna" [/i]