kishio (kishio) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2018-11-06 14:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | richard summerby, saber |
Who:Saber and OPEN!
What:Saber finds Preya frustrating
When:November 7, early morning
Where:Brightford, near the beach
Rating:Low
Status:In progress
There was much in Saber's life which failed to make sense to her. Her identity was a matter placed as her secondary concern since arriving in this land. It seemed that here there were matters of much greater importance that required her attention. That these people were ever constantly plagued by magical events of an incredible magnitude for which no one could account for was disturbing in itself. That the citizens including those placed in a position of leadership were content with such lacking answers was more so. Accepting an invitation came with a price, she understood. What escaped her was the secrecy as to what happened within. To tell your people that to never leave was for their own good as well as the country seemed reasonable until made aware that people simply disappeared without notice or explanation. Being unable to offer more than the flowery prose of an answer which only danced around the question was anything but pleasing to her. It felt a betrayal to her very nature when she only sought to serve the people, not further deceive them.
With her sword in hand, Saber retreated to the solace of the beach that was just being touched by the morning sun. The chill which hung in the air did little to bother her, recalling vaguely tending horses in her youth with a sharper bite in the air before the sun broke the clouds to offer warmth. It was incredibly frustrating to remember moments, but none of which seemed to define who she was. Especially considering that Gilgamesh seemed to hold further insight which felt it would forever escape her. He alone was permitted to call her by the name which made her feel more herself. That too was a disturbing notion, just as a certain attachment to him considering that fact was.
When drawn, her blade gleamed in the light, the just audible sounds of it cutting the air punctuating the morning's ambiance. It brought her some peace, time to reflect on the recent days and find some clarity. Her steps dotted the sand as she went through her stances, the only thing which brought her attention away from her meditation the sound of a second set of steps.
"I bid you good morning," she offered in greeting, turning to see who else was on the beach at such an early hour.