[PRP] Break it up (Lan and Nereza)

[stella cinere]

She was only a priestess in words, no longer in practice and no longer of any use to the new tower as of the moment. Nereza stared at the small paper book in her hands as the glow of the lantern danced along the ground. Start all over, yes, she would have to start all over with her training she thought as she started to scribble into her book every thought she had since she had walked to the outpost.

New home, new home, she kept telling herself as she walked into the outpost, her wings stretched and then tucking to her sides as her eyes glanced around. There was no doubt she had no idea where she was going let alone what was she suppose to do for the moment. There was a solider waiting at the outpost but Nereza just merely stared at her for a few minutes and then began to scribble something in her book before slowly shuffling her feet closer to her. Pausing she stared even more intently at the solider, scribbling things down for a minute and then peering at her in the same process. A few more times she continued in the same fashion until snapping the book shut and giving the solider a short nod.  

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As the solider spoke Nereza looked at her with wide eyes before scribbling a small notation into the notebook. Everything that had occurred Nereza had written, it was like a journal or diary of things she had observed, new horseman, some of the halloweeners, anything she had found new and appealing. She would at times create little drawings of them too, making note of anything they wore and even the sound of their voice. There was really no reason to do it however, there was no requirements in keeping notes or writing in books, in the least not in the death clan. It merely made herself feel secure in a way like a security blanket only less childish looking.

Turning her attention back to the solider as she closed the notebook she shook her head slowly. “No…..” She replied difting off for a moment sstaring at the statues guarding the entrance making a mental note to return and to draw them each. “I mean no I haven’t been to the tower yet and yes I have questions. Several, but I believe most can be answered when I see the tower. I shall follow you then, yes?” Tucking the notebook under her arm she mustered a faint smile to the solider, ignoring the her nerves and excitement of this new home.  

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Nodding to acknowledge she could ask whatever she wanted Nereza wondered to herself what sort of new home this place would be. Her tent had been rather annoying and rather too open for her liking. There was also the fact that she had owned very little in the first place other than a series of filled notebooks her condition was rather dismal. There were so many thoughts of what the tower would be that she wanted to ask every single question about every single detail but she was reassured it would merely annoy the solider.

Nereza paid no mind to the horsewoman solider as she stood a little taller, such things were of little importance to her but completing one’s job was far more necessity than familiarity of authority. Once she had been obsessed with her duties, following everything with strict dedication, but now it was just merely a title. It was disturbing thought to realize she could do as she pleased. There was an option of no longer being a priestess and that thought gave her a slight scare. Now with the tower they could return, return to some sort of normal.

Almost.

Following the solider through the portal she peered around the new room as her lantern gave a soft blue glow along the stony floor. It felt safe, safer than the previous little tent she consider her room and the cold floor was cool to the touch. Looking back at the solider she paid the little joke no mind and only raised a slight eyebrow as the horsewoman giggled at it herself. Turning to her book she wrote again the pen scratching along the surface before she nodded to the horsewoman.

“No, its ok I would like to see all the rooms if possible,” Nereza replied tucking the notebook away again. There was no reason to not go through the full tour while she could.

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[stella cinere]

As the female horseman explained Nereza scribbled down notes about each room, including the suggestion about visiting the conservatory to be at peace. It would be a bit of a lavish experience to sit in a room that wasn’t meant for any purpose other than to relax and smell things such as flowers. One thing she had little knowledge on was flowers in general but that didn’t matter, there was no reason to and there weren’t quite as popular in the death clan as the conquest. The sweet smell wafted in as she grew closer to the entrance, it was different.

“Can you pick the flowers?” Nereza replied her voice trailing off before she quickly shut her mouth and shook her head as she turned towards the horsewoman as if to ignore the question. “Yes… we can move on please.” She closed her notebook and tucked it under her arm again looking back at the conservatory only for a minute.

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[stella cinere]

Nereza gave the solider a slightly disappointed look, the technically meant that she probably shouldn’t even attempt to pick a flower unless she wanted to spend the rest of the day worrying and feeling guilt over the stupid thing. At least it was a pretty thought in her head she mused as she started nodded and followed the horsewoman up the stairs. Famine, it was all too bright for her liking, sand, bugs, the only thing that even peeked her interest was the experiments and observing what not only happened but the famine horseman responses too.

Shaking her head fervently Nereza replied with a quick “No, that’s ok I cannot say I am a fan of bugs.” The little critters always seemed to find their way into her tent at night, some of them were the most wretched abomination when it came to noise. Buzz buzz, and that stupid little chirping noise was enough to drive her mad. Pulling out the book she quickly scribbled a few words, one being NEVER VISIT EVER on the page.

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Nereza merely took her notes of the war floor, it wasn’t much interest to her as well. Not that she wasn’t willing to fight or even train to fight the whole thought of that being the only subject of her studies for the rest of her life was rather tedious. The tree of live sounded far more interesting to at least visit one, maybe more so than it did to visit the insect. A shiver crawled up her spine again as she thought about the whole lot of bugs before tucking the book under her arm.

“Meh, fighting. So the last floor is the death?” She replied almost to herself. She didn’t bother to think of any question to ask about the war floor she had little interest in it. She did wonder however what would it look like, her new room and living quarters. Would it be like her old home?

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