An Eminence? No, I am just a reaper (OC story)

When Red meets yellow, or is it silvery?

Speech = ''...''
Thoughts = [... ]

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''Let me get this straight...., you want me to fight you...while also follow you somewhere else...?''

When someone put things like that there was never something good coming after them, and when they came from the actual, living, breathing war goddess Beatrix herself it made Iris felt a little more smaller and insignificant as the woman uttered those words with that deadpan, monotone voice of hers.

The red head princess bit her lip nervously, her hands clutching at her arms that had been crossed and pressed against her chest just underneath her bust.

''I would not have word it that way..., but that is pretty much a summary of it, yes.''

''I see...''

Was Beatrix laconic answer, in a way, it was surprising how much a few words could make Iris head hurt from trying to think whether the woman was satisfied, angry or just disappointed. Which...kinda double down in the red heads mind since the elf was in a wayward sense the "hero" she had chosen to follow after.

In the way of the sword anyways.

Still, though many would have considered the older woman's features beautiful if not breathtaking, if someone where to look pas them they could reach to the conclusion that there was something strange going on.

If her face was a canvas, then it would be devoid of anything, empty and blank...a nightmare for those with problems already trying to know whether people far more expressive were fishy or just weird.

To be honest with herself, the blame was not whole on the mystified legend that was Beatrix herself, but also the fact that Iris had not really prepared herself to come to spar with words with the short spoken and mysterious elf. In fact, this weird chance of fate had come out of the blue as she had just slipped out of the palace and tried to sneak herself out of the kingdom through alleyways.

Having her hair cut short was not enough so she had wrapped herself in a black set of robes, covering her head with a thick hook that almost reached into her nose, wearing on her back a bag with some resources for her travel, gold, food and swords....a lot of them since she did not know how long they would last under her grasp before breaking.

And then...just as she was taking a narrow corner...she had stumbled on the woman.

First mistaking her for a mere civilian..only for her to get a good glimpse of those glinting eyes and that face to realize that she was not standing in front of a common person, but rather the goddess of war herself who had made a name for herself in all tales that were about swordsmanship.

She did not know whether it was a message sent by the goddess herself, fate or luck...but she would not look the teeth of this divine gift.

And so she had tried to convince the woman to join her in her quest

...

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With....no spectacular results to speak of as of yet.

After a few more seconds of eerie silence she decided to take a step forward, her lips opening again to utter a question, wanting to prod at what thoughts could be lingering in that head of hers.

''So..?''

''No..''

The refusal stung more than she would have wanted, like a shower of cold water it made her almost stumble in her following words.