Yana inclined her head as Rupert gave his praise. She needn’t be reminded, and though it would probably be a bad thing to swell with pride at his words –or worse yet, respond with a reply she would have usually given—she couldn’t ignore it either. Humbleness was a good quality for an honorable knight, was it not? “Not at all,” she smiled slightly, “My Lady guides my step.”
They were told to keep their statues as a gift, and Yana gave the awfully dressed old man a grateful nod, sliding the thing in her domain bag. Perhaps it would come in handy later, who could say.
She quickly fell into step next to the hybrid, their other companion a few paces away from them. “Why did you refuse the pin?” she wanted to know, using it as a jumping off point. She was in fact glad that the Avriel had done so, for if the man at the gate had been who she thought he was, that pin might have been trouble. That or Ethelynda might have subtly tried to get the hybrid her rightful accessory, which probably meant trouble as well. Why else do something like that? However, it was questionable if a being representing Honor would have interfered with the game in any way however. If Yana had to guess, she believed the Immortal might have been thinking that any interference outside of the preparation phase was unfair.
“The last pin may have been an effort to give you what you should have gotten in the first place. Did you not find it odd there were only two pins?” she began, keeping her voice down so their companion couldn’t overhear. “Wasn’t it odd that Ser Ja’mir was so quick to lay claim to one? Why did he not stop to consider why there only were two? Why not discuss the matter with us?” She paused for a moment, looking the other woman in the eye. “I do not trust him. Something is off. He might be a--” They passed through the door.
And Yana had suddenly vanished.
They were told to keep their statues as a gift, and Yana gave the awfully dressed old man a grateful nod, sliding the thing in her domain bag. Perhaps it would come in handy later, who could say.
She quickly fell into step next to the hybrid, their other companion a few paces away from them. “Why did you refuse the pin?” she wanted to know, using it as a jumping off point. She was in fact glad that the Avriel had done so, for if the man at the gate had been who she thought he was, that pin might have been trouble. That or Ethelynda might have subtly tried to get the hybrid her rightful accessory, which probably meant trouble as well. Why else do something like that? However, it was questionable if a being representing Honor would have interfered with the game in any way however. If Yana had to guess, she believed the Immortal might have been thinking that any interference outside of the preparation phase was unfair.
“The last pin may have been an effort to give you what you should have gotten in the first place. Did you not find it odd there were only two pins?” she began, keeping her voice down so their companion couldn’t overhear. “Wasn’t it odd that Ser Ja’mir was so quick to lay claim to one? Why did he not stop to consider why there only were two? Why not discuss the matter with us?” She paused for a moment, looking the other woman in the eye. “I do not trust him. Something is off. He might be a--” They passed through the door.
And Yana had suddenly vanished.
