Dancing with The Beast.
07-28-2014, 07:30 PM
Long strides carry the sword towards the King, nodding her head at him in silent greeting. Argent had watched his challenge from a distance; there had been little sense in doing more that that. Isardis needs not her approval; she is a sword, she is replaceable. He doesn?t need her approval or cheering, he merely requires her loyalty. Her frame has recovered somewhat from her illness, fur not quite the mess it had once been. She is far from the ghost of glory that haunts her every day, but she does, at the very least, look functional now. ?King Isardis, I told you that you would find your muse,? she informs him briefly. ?I will go where you ask of me,? she tells the man. She is his loyal sword, after all. How could she not do such a thing? She loves her daughter, but she knows that Athena is strong enough to rule without her constant, steady hand, should that be what her ruler decides. |