Through the whole journey between her tower and the castle, stray thoughts continuously invaded her mind - as random as the rain that kept dribbling down the edges of her hood, steadily soaking everything within without mercy.
Elemmírë had come to respect Ithacles over the years for all that he had done over the years for his land and above all, his family. When he abruptly turned up at her doorstep, so far from his own domain, she expected anything but a casual chat and was proven right in that aspect. Though Ithacles didn't come out straight with what he needed but armed with the news that she had heard since her return, Ithacles' arrival was anticipated if not expected but hardly one at her door step.
Reflectively, she wondered what she had agreed -she owed nothing to either of them - neither Leir nor Aeotha but could only rationalise that they were or at least Leir, like her were akin - outcasts of the general society while Aeotha was merely displaced within the pomp. There were scant few way for people like them to survive, if they could tolerate each other in the first place that is.
Elemmírë also knew that there would scant hope of a retunr to the Council's good graces after this but then again, there was no good graces to return to in the first place - no matter how she had served them. To them, she would always be
Dangerous she smiled faintly to herself.
Since there was scant amount of time for preparations, she did the best that she could under the circumstances -a team of four swift horses, a covered wagon and provisions for a few days that would be need to cover the distance to the nearest border. Looking up at the sky, she couldn't help thinking that the mist and rain turned out to be an unexpected blessing - Elemmírë knew while as an individual that she would have no problem sneaking about, but there was no way she have hidden the wagon. Not to mention that call attention to her had she called down any magical aid and summon the various magic users in the city to the Council's aid.
As the horses rounded the corner into the courtyard with their hooves clattering upon the flagstone, she gently reined them in as soon as she spotted a blurry figure in the accursed weather and darkness. The elf noted the corpses that were thrown across the yard like seeds with remote detachment as the wagon came to a stop before the figure. The remoteness was then replaced by surprised when she recognized the figure.
"Skandra." Elemmírë did not allow herself the luxury of reminiscing their past but merely looked around, "you look like hell." as she moved to allow him to clamber into the wagon, "Where are the other two?"