Ari ♫ ♪ ♬ (gracenotes) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-20 21:04:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !thread, arielle chiaro, aspel cassul |
I need not to need; I've always been the tower...
Who: Ari and Aspel
What: A song was promised - a song is thus delivered
Where: Outside the exhibition grounds, eventually at The Armory
When: Backdated - day three of the festival, after the Riskbreaker fight
Rating: PG
Status: Complete!
It had been a rather exciting fight, though she hadn't been able to help her winces and gasps every time the guildmaster's sword connected. It seemed to her that Aspel, in her polished armor, had taken the vast majority of the damage, although Drake and the archer looked rather worn down too by the time the loss was recorded. She had hung around the white mages' tent after - sometimes, in past years, she had even helped - and if her worry wasn't particularly intense, she wasn't hiding it, either. Fortunately, all parties involved seemed to be doing well - Drake was in conversation with one of the white mages, the archer had already been discharged. And Aspel... well, without her helmet, her expression indicated that she certainly wasn't comfortable, but she seemed to be able to speak with the mage attending her, at least, which Ari supposed was achievement enough after such an exertion.
She would argue a complete lack of ulterior motives when she shook her head over Aspel in particular; she had a notion that the other woman did not care for herself nearly as well as she ought, and Ari was rather fond of her, and really, someone had to do it. She had done as much for many friends over the years; although not altruistic by nature, her skills did see her cast in the role of healer more often than not. She was contemplating the wisdom of entering the tent and offering assistance when the question was settled for her - her communicator beeped, and when she examined it, the message on its screen said, If possible, I would like to take up your offer of song before tonight. At that point there was nothing to do but enter the tent and stop by Aspel's side, her arms crossed in front of her. "You could have just called outside," she said. "I did tell you I would be here." She looked Aspel up and down - so different with all that armor - and asked, "Do you need help standing? I suppose it should be my turn to walk you home, even if your incapacitation is more respectable than mine."