08-28-2019, 02:24 AM
"Fine," Renata replied to Lennox. She had refrained from the cheeky "milord" again, at least. To Lennox's credit, she should have done away with courtesy some time ago... about the time they had landed on the island, in fact. Or maybe when the ship had started sinking. Or when she'd decided to join a group of mercenary toughs on this doomed expedition in the first place.
After a cursory check of the environs to make sure nothing was lurking (not that she could see much in the dark), Renata settled down in the same room as Tiras, in an opposite corner. If something tried to attack one of them, the other would have plenty of time to react. That was what she told herself, at least. For some time, she reclined with head cradled by her bunched-up cloak; still, sleep eluded her. She felt a presence... no, more of a gut feeling. As if the island itself were disappointed the group was taking the evening to rest instead of forging ahead towards... wherever they were going. Which would likely be nothing more than their final resting place, all things considered.
We'll never make it off this rock.
Yes, you will.
Carefully, Renata raised herself up to seek out the others. Perhaps a little conversation would do her well. She first happened upon Lennox, who was absorbed in his training, before finding Raye. The real-life dragon. The one who, presumably, truly had business on this island. Even if it was the end of the line for everyone else, it was more likely not for Raye. "Is anything about this island familiar to you?" Renata floated the question. She was aware Raye had no reason to tell her anything. Perhaps if she shared something about herself first... "I served the Church, once." What an awful thing to share, given the reason they were all here in the first place. "But I— I don't anymore. I'd hoped to sabotage their mission, but... well, someone else beat me to that." She forced a mirthless chuckle.
After a cursory check of the environs to make sure nothing was lurking (not that she could see much in the dark), Renata settled down in the same room as Tiras, in an opposite corner. If something tried to attack one of them, the other would have plenty of time to react. That was what she told herself, at least. For some time, she reclined with head cradled by her bunched-up cloak; still, sleep eluded her. She felt a presence... no, more of a gut feeling. As if the island itself were disappointed the group was taking the evening to rest instead of forging ahead towards... wherever they were going. Which would likely be nothing more than their final resting place, all things considered.
We'll never make it off this rock.
Yes, you will.
Carefully, Renata raised herself up to seek out the others. Perhaps a little conversation would do her well. She first happened upon Lennox, who was absorbed in his training, before finding Raye. The real-life dragon. The one who, presumably, truly had business on this island. Even if it was the end of the line for everyone else, it was more likely not for Raye. "Is anything about this island familiar to you?" Renata floated the question. She was aware Raye had no reason to tell her anything. Perhaps if she shared something about herself first... "I served the Church, once." What an awful thing to share, given the reason they were all here in the first place. "But I— I don't anymore. I'd hoped to sabotage their mission, but... well, someone else beat me to that." She forced a mirthless chuckle.
Nichol · Renata
Fire Emblem: Insurrection