Gideon caught up quickly, and they walked in silence out of the temple walls into the city center. People milled about and glanced curiously at the apprentice clad in light colors leading a woman in a black cloak to the edge of the main circle.
Not five minutes later they stood outside an herb and poultice shop, where Risa sat on a bench out front. Noting the displeased look on her face, Gideon bowed and spoke, "Sorry, lady, We ran into some difficulties at the training center."
Risa merely nodded and stood. "You are dismissed. Nightingale and I will walk from here."
With his dismissal, Gideon left without so much as glancing at whom he had escorted to the shop. Risa however seemed almost angry at the woman he brought.
"What on earth did you do NIghtingale! It's been what, not even an hour since you got into town and my apprentice already knows you aren't a dragon. What power was that I felt within my own temple?"
Nightingale kept her eyes on the ground. "Sir Gideon asked me to a duel." She said quietly, kicking a rock on the cobblestone street. "I summoned a weapon of my family's. Gideon got mad at me and I made it go away." She said, her voice almost inaudible. "I won't do it again. I promise. They weren't my twin swords to summon anyway." She sighed and adjusted her hood. "I should leave. It's obvious that Gideon hates me. If he hates me, than the rest of your people will as well." She said, shaking her head. "I should've thought about what I was doing before doing so. Gideon wouldn't hate me..." She said, speaking as if Gideon's thoughts of her were more important than summoning an ancient evil into the heart of a holy temple.
"That is out of the question, you will not be going anywhere. So he challenged you to a duel? What did I say before? Back Down. It will reveal you. And look, now my apprentice knows you are a demon child. Oh, and he doesn't hate you. More importantly, what did you call into my temple?"
Risa stood with her hands on her hips. Her golden eyes smoldering. What a silly girl, thinking Gideon's thoughts were the worst of it. "You haven't room to worry about him. Its plain he's infatuated with you." She said offhandedly. "Who's demonic swords, did you call, to the temple?"
"My Father's." Night said, raising her dark eyes to the woman before her. They had darkened a great deal from the sweet lavender she had showed Gideon. "Don't call me a 'Demon Child'." She suddenly growled, as if the phrase offended her to her very core. "My family is more powerful than any demon, devil, or denizen of the lower planes that could ever exist. Disparagement is not taken lightly." She hissed, flicking her hair back and her hood off before turning away from Risa. "Punish me as you wish. I am prepared for the worst of tortures." She said, sticking her chin up. "The worst that could be done to me is to do nothing."
"Nothing is going to be done, 'Demon child'. That is like me being offended by the name dragon. You are the child of a demon, and an angel, apparently. Would you rather 'Angel's Child'? Whatever that may be, will your father figure you have returned by his swords going missing?"
She stood up and began to walk away from the shop, stopping only to beckon Night in following. She still seemed distressed, "What happens if he comes here, Night? Will you leave with him? What is he like? Is he going to hurt anyone, Will he hurt you?"
It was then revealed the true reason for her anger and distress. In reality, she cared nothing of what Night had done, she worried for the girl's safety. Although Night's past was still unknown to Risa, she knew it contained sadness and pain. She would not wish that on NIghtingale again, not on a second chance.
"I sent them back." Night said, her head hanging as they walked like a chastised child. "He will know I'm alive. Or at least, suspect it. He then will come looking. If he is sure that I am alive, than he will do anything in his powers to find me... Probably." Nightingale said, looking to Risa. "What's wrong? Father is often kind and willing to aid others and compromise....... Just don't get him angry." She said, her eyes a bit wide and pained as they walked.
