Outside of Ul'dah, passing Black Brush, Jancis made her way to the Shroud with sure steps.
She still had the sling on, more of a reminder to herself to not overwork the arm, and fixed it into place for the travel.
It was a simple fluke that in the bustle of Ul'dah she stepped to the Coliseum and found one person dressed in the same traditional guard as Sir Evans would wear proudly.
Raging Behemoth was very open, proudly stating his feelings and honor. The older man had an aura of respect about him and Thaliak only knew why he was so patient. Jancis' heart pounded as she listened to his words, the emotion lost in the wisdom that came from his mouth.
She did know very little about Sir Evans, but what she had known she admired. His couragous heart, his strong sense of values, the loyalty and commitment to his kin. On top of that, she had curiousities over the family he had mentioned in one rare night as the two dressed the man over and over.
But this man, who lived up to his name at least in stature, spoke of the midlander in a different tone. He spoke of him as a fool, a selfish sort, short-sighted, and disappointing. Generous with knowledge about Zachary's past, Raging Behemoth spared none of his opinion in a very logical and proud manner.
Jancis continued up through the desert, her mind pondering over the words the pair shared, going back to love. Love. Raging Behemoth's definition of what love should be was very close to Jancis' own feelings; being there and supporting someone in a practical giving and accepting manner. Not at all what Jancis had helped the man try and provide for Lady Siha; a princely storybook character with no words or honesty to them.
Unrequited love. The Hellguard accused Jancis of having that for Zachary. Love for Sir Evans?
She thought she had answered him honestly. How could she not care for the man and his ambition; admire his devotion and strong compass. For the small part that she knew of the man, the fighting together and social connection, it wasn't enough to know. Raging Behemoth's description of love fit her, though, and in that respect she did love Sir Evans as any friend would.
The shallow marsh at the edge of the Twelveswood welcomed her at this point, still making her way into the ruins in the southern boughs of the Shroud.
In a selfish way, Jancis was glad she didn't love him more. Zachary was gone and she hadn't more than a hope he would return. Her heart pounded painfully; the scenario was something she had become all too familiar with. His love for Lady Siha wasn't strong enough anyway to keep him from leaving or asking her to come with him. Perhaps not even telling her at all. Jancis didn't know; she wasn't that close and only her mind could fill in the gaps. Her love and devotion was never enough to keep anyone from going, anyway. Or even offering to take her along and rely on her strength.
How could she possibly know such truths when she hadn't any experience. Jancis took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool forest air. The elements' feelings were strong around her and calmed the fruitless train of thought.
At the front of the ruins of Amdapor Keep, Jancis knelt down and dropped what trinkets she had on her person, praying for Zachary's safe journey. Either back to them, guided by Thaliak's stream to know the way home to his kin and his family (even to Raging Behemoth's rage), or into Thal's embrace his soul safe with the Twelve.
She still had the sling on, more of a reminder to herself to not overwork the arm, and fixed it into place for the travel.
It was a simple fluke that in the bustle of Ul'dah she stepped to the Coliseum and found one person dressed in the same traditional guard as Sir Evans would wear proudly.
Raging Behemoth was very open, proudly stating his feelings and honor. The older man had an aura of respect about him and Thaliak only knew why he was so patient. Jancis' heart pounded as she listened to his words, the emotion lost in the wisdom that came from his mouth.
She did know very little about Sir Evans, but what she had known she admired. His couragous heart, his strong sense of values, the loyalty and commitment to his kin. On top of that, she had curiousities over the family he had mentioned in one rare night as the two dressed the man over and over.
But this man, who lived up to his name at least in stature, spoke of the midlander in a different tone. He spoke of him as a fool, a selfish sort, short-sighted, and disappointing. Generous with knowledge about Zachary's past, Raging Behemoth spared none of his opinion in a very logical and proud manner.
Jancis continued up through the desert, her mind pondering over the words the pair shared, going back to love. Love. Raging Behemoth's definition of what love should be was very close to Jancis' own feelings; being there and supporting someone in a practical giving and accepting manner. Not at all what Jancis had helped the man try and provide for Lady Siha; a princely storybook character with no words or honesty to them.
Unrequited love. The Hellguard accused Jancis of having that for Zachary. Love for Sir Evans?
She thought she had answered him honestly. How could she not care for the man and his ambition; admire his devotion and strong compass. For the small part that she knew of the man, the fighting together and social connection, it wasn't enough to know. Raging Behemoth's description of love fit her, though, and in that respect she did love Sir Evans as any friend would.
The shallow marsh at the edge of the Twelveswood welcomed her at this point, still making her way into the ruins in the southern boughs of the Shroud.
In a selfish way, Jancis was glad she didn't love him more. Zachary was gone and she hadn't more than a hope he would return. Her heart pounded painfully; the scenario was something she had become all too familiar with. His love for Lady Siha wasn't strong enough anyway to keep him from leaving or asking her to come with him. Perhaps not even telling her at all. Jancis didn't know; she wasn't that close and only her mind could fill in the gaps. Her love and devotion was never enough to keep anyone from going, anyway. Or even offering to take her along and rely on her strength.
How could she possibly know such truths when she hadn't any experience. Jancis took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the cool forest air. The elements' feelings were strong around her and calmed the fruitless train of thought.
At the front of the ruins of Amdapor Keep, Jancis knelt down and dropped what trinkets she had on her person, praying for Zachary's safe journey. Either back to them, guided by Thaliak's stream to know the way home to his kin and his family (even to Raging Behemoth's rage), or into Thal's embrace his soul safe with the Twelve.