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shootyourshot) wrote2021-02-09 05:14 pm
shootyourshot) wrote2021-02-09 05:14 pm
➵ your honor hasn't died
The promised reunion is a day away now. It might be a little ridiculous to think that anyone else will show up, but Ashe is at least determined to keep his own promise. If no one else shows, well... they couldn't be blamed, honestly. Not in the face of war. However, Ashe couldn't ignore his own sense of honor, even if the trip has been harrowing and cold, dangerous as he slips by Imperial soldiers and thieves alike. He'd rather avoid taking a life unless he absolutely has to.
The sight of Garreg Mach is bittersweet. Five years ago, it stood so proudly, bustled with fellow students and teachers, soldiers and knights, and those that were loyal to the church. There's little life to it now, dusted with snow and rubble when there should be murmuring and laughing students, the bark of a dog, and a lively marketplace. It should be different, but this is the reality of it now.
Still, he makes his way into the monastery, keeping his bow in hand and ready to reach for an arrow if he has to. The villagers warned of bandits and thieves, and he'd thanked them for their words and went on his way regardless.
It's foolish and selfish, he recognizes that, but the first thing he does is look into his own abandoned room. Not all of his books had been salvaged unfortunately, and he'd only taken his favorite with him. The others here have been exposed too much to the weather, as he had failed to lock the door in his escape. He looks forlornly at a scarf he hadn't managed to take with him either, the last thing that Lonato had given him before...
Well.
Anyway.
He continues onward. What he hadn't expected were fairly fresh bodies collapsed on the stairwell to the Goddess Tower. He thinks they must be Imperial Soldiers based on the armor, but some are so mauled that he isn't certain at first. Carefully, he goes on up the stairs, cautious as he takes an arrow. Just in case.
The sight of Garreg Mach is bittersweet. Five years ago, it stood so proudly, bustled with fellow students and teachers, soldiers and knights, and those that were loyal to the church. There's little life to it now, dusted with snow and rubble when there should be murmuring and laughing students, the bark of a dog, and a lively marketplace. It should be different, but this is the reality of it now.
Still, he makes his way into the monastery, keeping his bow in hand and ready to reach for an arrow if he has to. The villagers warned of bandits and thieves, and he'd thanked them for their words and went on his way regardless.
It's foolish and selfish, he recognizes that, but the first thing he does is look into his own abandoned room. Not all of his books had been salvaged unfortunately, and he'd only taken his favorite with him. The others here have been exposed too much to the weather, as he had failed to lock the door in his escape. He looks forlornly at a scarf he hadn't managed to take with him either, the last thing that Lonato had given him before...
Well.
Anyway.
He continues onward. What he hadn't expected were fairly fresh bodies collapsed on the stairwell to the Goddess Tower. He thinks they must be Imperial Soldiers based on the armor, but some are so mauled that he isn't certain at first. Carefully, he goes on up the stairs, cautious as he takes an arrow. Just in case.