Sweet suns. Sidjay Markison and Kalita Mogen? Place me with two complete strangers, gotcha. This is a splendid idea. Killah would have glared at whoever had given her the order, just to have her dissatisfaction on record, but she honestly didn’t know whose idea it might have been. The note had the King’s name, but no way he was the one who really wrote it. It could have been names tossed in a hat and picked out by the little Ser, or maybe a joke between Zea and Emonia. Or maybe they actually had just gotten sick of her, and this was the hint.
She didn’t get it, really. It’s not like she ever really acted out against the others, or talked behind their backs. Snubbed them silently, maybe. She just didn’t socialize much these days, didn’t see the point, but it seemed that was the way people managed— either as a group, or by yourself. No middle-ground.
Killah would have done fine with one or two close friends, maybe, she had before, but then they’d each died or left, and she couldn’t bring herself to do that all again. Why wasn’t it enough just to do your job, and do it well?
It was with this sour thought that she strode through the lines of tents, searching for the marker of their meeting place, as outlined by the note she’d received that morning. The air was clouded with the breath of soldiers running here and there. One passerby accidentally collided with Killah’s elbow, and with her guard and amber magic shielding down, it really fucking hurt. She swore at his apologetic, hurried face, and rubbed at her arm. Checking for bruising, she stopped paying attention to where she was going and nearly crashed into a blonde woman she didn’t know. Killah pulled back, scowling. “Watch it,” she snapped at the Knight, tail flicking in irritation.
Kalita was not really happy about this arrangement. Sure, she was ecstatic to meet and work again with that human woman, Sidjay, but Yana had a separate mission, and Kalita wouldn’t be able to protect her from any harm coming her way, and she’d promised to do so! Sure, she’d tried to convince the Wutzo girl to not let her anger get the best of her, always stay close to someone else, and wear a proper, sturdy armor, but somehow she doubted the blonde would remember the first two in the heat of the moment. Yana was just that, impulsive and aggressive, but Kalita wouldn’t have her any other way. Though that didn’t stop her from worrying.
The other Knight participating in this mission was a stranger to Kalita. Killah Do, a Wareless Amber magician, according to Chrystanthe, was a therefore a wild card, mostly because she knew almost nothing about neither Wareless or Amber magic. She would have to ask Killah about that, so her ignorance wouldn’t endanger the mission. Who knew, maybe they could pull of some cool tricks by combining their magic.
However, to do so, she first had find the place which Sidjay had chosen, which was proving harder than expected. Sure, she had been around the camp a couple of times, three to be exact, but it had all been with Yana or with Yana in mind. Thus, she had not payed any attention to any kind of landmark and was completely clueless about her current location. Maybe. However, she had been in a lot of cities, and camps. They all had a very similar structure, so how hard could it be to use logic to navigate to their meeting point? With a smile, and a positive mindset, she set out again through the dwindling paths and crowds of people, towards what she hoped was the place Sidjay had described.
Quite a bit time had passed already and while Sidjay had not put an exact time on her ‘invitations’, just sitting there made her wish she had spend more time with her compan before heading on. Standing up, the Knight stretched herself as good as possible with her heavy silver armour on. She would have to stay close to this point, in case the other girls did come sooner or later, but a quick walk around would be great on her feet. After all, their mission was ranked so difficult that they needed three girls to be on. Capturing a Mancer.
A bitter taste of memories lay with this order, memories of herself being almost killed, saved and captured my Marius Thesus. One of the beings she would probably never understand. Not that anyone needed to be understood. Still, it didn’t feel too good, having to do what she lived through to another being, but in the end, it was an order from the King. Being a Knight was part of her life and it would be something new. Something else to tell stories about.
Her mind preoccupied with those thoughts, where Sidjay was walking was out of her attention and it was only when she had a sharp ‘Watch it’ barked at her, that she was being pulled out of her own mind.
"Oh my, I am terribly sorry!", Sidjay apologized first. Then she had a look at the girl in front of her. Jet black hair, dark eyes, dark skin, the woman was pretty and seemed to have something warmish around her, even if her response had been this crude, - then Sidjay noticed the tail, flicking. Otherwise Sidjay surely wouldn’t have noticed it. A Wareless. Just like she had found out Killah Do was, after thoroughly questioning Kelt, who questioned his compan leader friends in return.
A smile on her face, this couldn’t be coincidence. Not this close to the meeting point. “I am called Sidjay Markinson, might you be Killah Do?”, she said, reaching her hand out to the other girl in human fashion, “I have never had the honour to fight together with a magic as rare as Amber, I am highly looking forward to witness your abilities.”
Just as Sidjay was getting aquainted with the girl she had just almost bumped in, from where Killah had come, the human saw a blonde girl approaching. Tilting her head to the side, Sidjay put up the hand she was not offering to Killah and waved, yelling: “So we meet again, Kalita!”