Notorious
One Thousand Club
"Don't know, I'm dizzy as fuck!" Amara replied, enthusiastically and a little too friendly. She looked relieved that they had won the battle and was probably riding on a massive victory high, especially due to the sign she was born under making victory that much sweeter. "Chett decided to break out his best moves and just started spinning and well... I couldn't tell you if this was my blood. Your blood. Our blood. Whatever it is it'll get washed off in a bit... For now... WE CELEBRATE!" She exclaimed, raising her arm up to the sky only to get several Shades behind her cheering. While the injured were in bad shape, they couldn't deny the feeling of freedom. They had never experienced it before, it was sweet... Perhaps bittersweet as some of them passed away feeling such a feeling before being embraced by death.
"I am fine, Balor dear." Moira said, looking victorious yet the sadness that clung to her was unmistakable. Every small victory that added up to them succeeded had an equal, tragic price. She seen people she had taken care of for years, dead at her feet or begging for medical attention and there was nothing she could do for them. "Though... As much good as this has done, it kills me seeing so many of our own wounded. I know that is the cost of battle and freedom.... That everything will be okay and that they gave their lives and bodies so that their children and our future generations can be free but..." She was teary eyed, the Midas woman overcome with emotions as she tried to suppress the overwhelming grief she felt. "I wish we could all just live happy... and free... That we lived in a golden age where we didn't have to fight and we simply could love one another." She shook her head, showing a brief moment of weakness to not only Balor but the few around them currently. "I would give my own life and then some if those I held dear to me didn't have to live this life, that they didn't get taken in a simple pursuit of liberating this city. If I only I fought harder or-"
"No." Amara grunted, that brief look of pure ecstasy she had been reviling in fading to comfort Moira. "You fighting harder has nothing to do with this. You've given your life to these people, Moira. You've fought harder than you possibly can and you've done countless things... All for them. I don't want to hear you regretting things you didn't or couldn't do... All I want to hear is you grieving for our fallen and celebrating our victory." Wise words from a rather disoriented woman, if only Amara grew to be like this always she was practically leadership material. "Because this right here... what we just did..." She gave Moira a big smirk, "Was a BIG fuck you to Central. And to the Blazing Isles. And any motherfucker who dares bans Shades and other poor bastards born under the wrong sign. This is the beginning of liberating this whole god damn world from old racists pieces of shit. This... Right here... is history Moira. And without you none of this could be possible."
To her surprise, Amara embraced Moira for a moment. She quickly let go as predicted, but it was affection from the elvish girl none the less. "They'll write legends of this day... How the world was liberated by a brave group of people. It'll immortalize our fallen... It'll also make us pissed off for how awesome we were in the past and make us reminisce about better days. Balor here will have his own church again, Sinna will be a fine young warrior, you... Will be Lady of this city here and it'll be renamed in your honor."
"You'll be knocked up with a viking baby." Moira said with a sly smirk, completely derailing Amara's train of thought.
"No!" She yelled back, completely caught off guard by Moira's joke. "I'm not sure that is even physically possible..." Amara trailed off for a moment before snapping back, "He is nothing but a dirty human, one who wasn't even here for this grand battle! I would have surely won back our fighting contest if he was man enough to fight. The jokes about him must stop Moira."
"They would if you didn't get so red when I brought him up." She replied with a wink, laughing to herself as Amara stomped off to go celebrate elsewhere. "She's so high strung, I could have teased her about anyone and she'd freak out." Moira said, shaking her head as Amara did manage to bring a smile back to her face. "Do you need me to do anything to assist you Balor, Sinna? Otherwise I will have to go and make sure our walls are secure and the townspeople are informed of what has happened... If they miraculously slept through that." Moira then looked down to Tec, a frown upon her face. "Please tell me he's going to make it..."
"I am fine, Balor dear." Moira said, looking victorious yet the sadness that clung to her was unmistakable. Every small victory that added up to them succeeded had an equal, tragic price. She seen people she had taken care of for years, dead at her feet or begging for medical attention and there was nothing she could do for them. "Though... As much good as this has done, it kills me seeing so many of our own wounded. I know that is the cost of battle and freedom.... That everything will be okay and that they gave their lives and bodies so that their children and our future generations can be free but..." She was teary eyed, the Midas woman overcome with emotions as she tried to suppress the overwhelming grief she felt. "I wish we could all just live happy... and free... That we lived in a golden age where we didn't have to fight and we simply could love one another." She shook her head, showing a brief moment of weakness to not only Balor but the few around them currently. "I would give my own life and then some if those I held dear to me didn't have to live this life, that they didn't get taken in a simple pursuit of liberating this city. If I only I fought harder or-"
"No." Amara grunted, that brief look of pure ecstasy she had been reviling in fading to comfort Moira. "You fighting harder has nothing to do with this. You've given your life to these people, Moira. You've fought harder than you possibly can and you've done countless things... All for them. I don't want to hear you regretting things you didn't or couldn't do... All I want to hear is you grieving for our fallen and celebrating our victory." Wise words from a rather disoriented woman, if only Amara grew to be like this always she was practically leadership material. "Because this right here... what we just did..." She gave Moira a big smirk, "Was a BIG fuck you to Central. And to the Blazing Isles. And any motherfucker who dares bans Shades and other poor bastards born under the wrong sign. This is the beginning of liberating this whole god damn world from old racists pieces of shit. This... Right here... is history Moira. And without you none of this could be possible."
To her surprise, Amara embraced Moira for a moment. She quickly let go as predicted, but it was affection from the elvish girl none the less. "They'll write legends of this day... How the world was liberated by a brave group of people. It'll immortalize our fallen... It'll also make us pissed off for how awesome we were in the past and make us reminisce about better days. Balor here will have his own church again, Sinna will be a fine young warrior, you... Will be Lady of this city here and it'll be renamed in your honor."
"You'll be knocked up with a viking baby." Moira said with a sly smirk, completely derailing Amara's train of thought.
"No!" She yelled back, completely caught off guard by Moira's joke. "I'm not sure that is even physically possible..." Amara trailed off for a moment before snapping back, "He is nothing but a dirty human, one who wasn't even here for this grand battle! I would have surely won back our fighting contest if he was man enough to fight. The jokes about him must stop Moira."
"They would if you didn't get so red when I brought him up." She replied with a wink, laughing to herself as Amara stomped off to go celebrate elsewhere. "She's so high strung, I could have teased her about anyone and she'd freak out." Moira said, shaking her head as Amara did manage to bring a smile back to her face. "Do you need me to do anything to assist you Balor, Sinna? Otherwise I will have to go and make sure our walls are secure and the townspeople are informed of what has happened... If they miraculously slept through that." Moira then looked down to Tec, a frown upon her face. "Please tell me he's going to make it..."