Dias was busy watching the sky for any lingering threats. He hated to be close to the rift this late into the morning. After the first war it was sort of obvious that daylight was a bad thing. Still he knew better than to sour Ether's mood with any unnecessary rambling. "I'm not disagreeing" he muttered and made moves to begin their retreat.
Not even four years had gone by and already Ether was in the mood to return to the ruins of the empire just to see if anything were left. it put a poor weight on his mood. All these ruins. The only cities left in the continent happened to be run down holes in the wall as it was! For the life of him Dias couldn't figure out what drove her to want to explore the dunes of ash for signs of life. The war was over. Dark had consumed the world and light was the last enemy anyone had been expecting.
"how long do you plan on searching through this hell?" he grumbled aloud when he stopped to paw at the crusted and gray earth waiting for her to catch up.
Her smell came to him long before she physically drew even. The reek of royalty. it wasn't common knowledge that one of the divine daughters of the empire had survived through the Exile war. good thing too: she was hated by the people. they all were, knights, royalty, even the guard. the idea was that it was the imperial line that was responsible for the Exile...the more he thought about it....
the more Dias resented her too.
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