Shining had naturally taken seat next to her husband, plate in hand and silently eating. She knew matters of war, studied it not only out of necessity but to quench an ever insatiable thirst. Hours spent reading tomes and books on tactical formations, troop deployments, securing holds; all of it...
"Potential for death you mean," Shining said dourly, "The problem here, dear Rine, is forcing a strong hold and keeping soldiers when fae are about with their chaotic madness, supplemented with the clawing and miserable undead, un-enlightened dragon kings that would take a week of our power to...
Shining continued to not like anything involved with this business. She knew a bloodbath when she saw one, and eagerly into death was not something she eagerly endorsed. A hand reached up to grab the hem to the back of her husband's clothing and gave it a few quick tugs. "Husband..." she whined...
Shining was silent through their discussions. She knew from experience that people were more than willing to talk their lives away given the chance. More so when encouraged with a demure eagerness and a soft laugh. She didn’t smile, though. These conditions were beyond terrible and they’d need...
"Mrrm," Two bleary eyes blinked open. Shining felt languid. The first thing she did, practically a reflex, was stretch her legs out. There just wasn't anything like it in the morning. Sitting in the pod, she started to stretch out her arms, one extending and the other reaching up as she turned...
Shining had spent most of their time silent, walking behind her husband as they made way for the pods. They had to travel light, or as light as a Solar could, and she adorned her-self in what valuables she could before leaving for this small plan. Glittering in Oricalcum and artifacts, she had...