Difference In Opinion

[Asharad Graush]

Dosuun.

The First Order's High Colonel was present on the capital planet of the Imperials for some time. New missions and plans for expansion. Things like that. All he knew was that he had a string of meetings ahead of him. In orbit of the planet, was the newly minted Wolf's Maw, a Resurgent-Class Star Destroyer that was the White Wolves Regiment's main form of transportation. Thousands of soldiers, and then the small taskforce that was linked to the unit for added escorts and firepower.

They were akin to a rapid response taskforce, that is, if the planet of Dosuun was threatened. For enough away from the Capital to not be expected, but at all times ready to be mobilized in a moment if Dosuun was threatened. Yalara wasn't too far after all, and they could arrive there within minutes.

With the empty halls, the Sith huffed as he pulled his Officer's coat off of his shoulders and folded it over his arm. In almost every engagement he had been in, he wore it. In every one of those engagements, he lost it. Zarnathea being the most recent, that coat had been shredded, and cast aside. He couldn't even recall when he had lost it, but his hydrastaff had found it's way back to him.

It was even around his waist right now, coiled, all five heads in the small of his back, hidden by his shirt as it took on the coiled appearance of a belt.

Down the halls he went.

Shame he didn't know that many people in the First Order, but he did plan on changing that. If only to secure his own power.

"Should've kept Acarus alive," he muttered to himself as he started round a corner.

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

Ashen Ren was merely making the rounds, walking the empty halls. For the moment, she was free of obligation, and the time left in the day was now her own. The pale woman was clad in the standard black that the Knights of Ren favored, her hood pulled over her head. Emerald orbs were following the lines of dark stone tiles on the ground as her boots traveled forward.

“Hmm?” She paused, pressing her back against the wall of the corridor.

There was a familiar presence approaching. A grin found its way onto Isla’s face, and she pulled her force presence in, shrinking it down. In the small space of time, she had identified the source of the presence she had felt – it was none other than the High Colonel, [member="Asharad Graush"]. She remembered him from their excursion into rebel territory. Some time had passed since the last time the two had parted ways, and she hoped they had done so as friends. Or at least, something slightly better than acquaintances.

Just as he began to round the corner, Isla could hear him muttering to himself. And suddenly, she pushed off the wall and into his path.

“Are you talking to yourself?” She asked, a slow grin growing on her face. Isla pulled her hood down to reveal her identity, if he had not already sensed her presence. His words had left her feeling curious as to who or what ‘Avacus’ was. For now, she would not pry, the words had not truly been meant for her ears.

“How have you been, A’sharad?” She canted her head to the side, addressing him informally, since they were alone.

 

[Asharad Graush]

There was a step.

Kark.

He paused, enraptured in his thoughts of regrettably executing his Father. Not emotionally, but rather, in hindsight he could've continued to serve a purpose.

He was still a Sith Master.

A'sharad could admit that his Father would've killed him without difficulty.

And suddenly he was faced to face with [member="Isla Ashen"]. The voice the person spoke with was familiar, but when the hood came down he recognized the person it belonged to immediately. A woman that he had fought side by side with on Annaj. He would've smiled, but that was trained out of his system, instead his face was mounted with his insufferable grin. The closest thing he could get to putting up a 'friendly' appearance. Golden orbs looked the familiar woman up and down.

It had been some time since they had seen each other.

"I was," he answered, shamelessly. "Are you curious as to what?" There was a tilt to his head as he started to step past her.

How have I been?

A curious question.

Battles, scars, killing, and most of all serving the First Order. So many stories, only a handful of them capable of interesting her, he imagined. Perhaps another time.

"At ease. When we first met I was in charge of the 482nd Infantry Regiment," he said, and then he was past her, but not without placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to physically urge her to come with him. A subconscious action that he didn't realize he was doing, but all the same, he did it. "I lead the White Wolves now. They've been made a Regiment." Formerly led by some Major that he knew little of, the unit had been upgraded, one could say to fit the size of a Regiment. The best of the best from the First Order's Stormtroopers. They had been at the head of the First Order's expansion since the very beginning. Sometimes he had even referred it to being known as, Aram's Fist.

Hardly a promotion, but more of a note of his skill and prestige. He saw it as a message. A message that said he was being watched by High Command.

He rolled his strong shoulders.

Cold, golden orbs looked at her expectantly. He didn't talk much, but in appearances alone, she could guess that the question had been reversed.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla watched as A’sharad’s lips pulled into something like a smile. It was a gesture that just fell short of being friendly, but was enough to satisfy their casual social graces. “Sorry to have interrupted you,” She said, hints of lightness replacing her usual low tones. And Isla was very curious as to what his topic of conversation had been, but she merely gave a shrug. She figured that he would speak on his own, if he truly wanted to.

As the High Colonel began to move again, she felt his hand on her shoulder, guiding her alongside. Her brows rose slightly as she listened, it seemed that even more responsibility rested on his shoulders now.

“Ah, the White Wolves.” She said with a nod, “Even I have heard that name.”

Life was different for Isla now, too. Isla had been brought under the mantle of Knighthood; her new rank within the Ren had opened many new opportunities. However, this also meant that in addition to furthering her own skills, the duty to teach others the way of the Ren now fell into her hands. Isla walked along, her arms swinging easily at her sides. She allowed the silence to come between them for a moment or two, but spoke up before the situation could turn awkward.

“As for me, I am still serving alongside my brothers and sisters.” She nodded, “But I have recently taken on an apprentice. It is a new experience for me.”

Isla had never fancied herself much of a teacher, but so far, things seemed to be progressing rather well. It had been a surprise, even to her. The Knight of Ren was less about passing on ancient teachings, and more about having her apprentice learn by doing.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

[member="Isla Ashen"]

The High Colonel shook his head as he decided he may as well explain himself.

"Acarus -- My Father, was a Dark Lord of the Sith," he explained as they walked down the hallway. To where? Nowhere exactly, they were just... Wandering the halls aimlessly, at least, he was now that he had company. "I killed him before coming to the First Order." Simple explanation for a complicated event. He had been more of a sacrifice, to prove his faith to an alien species rather than actual single combat. But she didn't need to know that. Perhaps she'd think him more powerful than he actually was based off of the brief information.

"An Apprentice?" He twisted his head around to regard her. So she had grown. Both of them had added responsibilities. "Do you work well together?" That was the ideal scenario between master and apprentice he knew. At least, for the Sith. The Knights of Ren were an anomaly to him, at least in the way when it came to Master and Apprentice relationships.

"You've taken on a new name?" A sound question, the Sith did it too, and it was clear the Knights of Ren did it as well.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla listened as [member="Asharad Graush"] spoke about Acarus, learning soon after that it was his father’s name, and that he had died by A’sharad’s hand. Her brows lifted slightly, this small movement could have signified many things...interest, further curiosity, and even approval. For now, Isla would be the only one to know – they had this in common. Few within the First Order knew Isla’s history, but she had recently tracked down her own father, a man that she had met recently for the first and last time.

“Yes,” She confirmed, a smile still present on her face. In fact, her apprentice had been with her the night that she had killed her father. It had been their introduction, and she found that he had been strong when she was weak – they complemented each other nicely. “We do work together well, very well. Though, he will spend much of his time away. He is a guard to the Grand Moff. It is a rather unconventional arrangement.” But Isla wasn’t necessarily bothered by this fact.

“Others will simply know me as Ashen Ren,” She nodded, “But you may still call me Isla, if you wish.”

It could have been curious as to why she had not taken a completely new name – it was a part of her past that brought her power now, especially after her father’s death.

The two continued to roam the halls, seemingly aimless. But Isla had a way in mind, and as she turned here and there, so did Asharad. As they reached the door at the end of the hall, she hit the panel to make the door open. Before them was a small landing, a cliff-side railed off on one side, and lush greenery on the other. It was a place she had been before, and it was a nice contrast to the cold halls.

“Shall we sit?” She motioned to the grass.

 

[Asharad Graush]

He caught her eyebrows lifting up from the corner of his eyes, but he said nothing.

Did he sense interest from her when he spoke of killing his Father? Perhaps. That was the likely thing he sensed. Anyone would wonder why another killed their father.

There was a nodding of his head. "Curious," he said with a hint of interest, only a hint. "I would've thought serving as a Knight of Ren would take precedence over being the Grand Moff's bodyguard." There was a pause from him, but he sent a hand through his hair, tousling the black hair on the top of his head before further shaking it out. He sensed people nearby, but they were within the rooms that they passed in the hallway, sensations of frustration, distractions and other hints of being hard at work was what he felt.

"Isla it is," he says amusedly. Of course, for the Ren it could be considered different, weird, unorthodox to take part of one's other name, but the Sith Hybrid could appreciate that. Many Sith took a part of their name in the past. None that he knew personally, but in the past there had still been Sith like, Darth Zannah who had used their real name as a Darth title. In a way, it was dangerous if there names were in Galactic Databases, but he doubted the Knights of Ren were actually registered in any First Order Database.

As if they'd let them be subject to such.

And then she led them down another hallway, and they were outside, there was grass and he blinked, in surprise.

This had been the last thing he would've imagined doing as a High Colonel.

"For a short while." No one knew he didn't like to stay in the same position all the time. Standing up and pacing at the worst of times. Even when he had had a meeting with the then Moff, he had got out the chair from across her and walked back and forth before retaking his seat.

"You're an anomaly to me, Isla Ashen."

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

“Mm,” She offered only a small sound when [member="Asharad Graush"] commented about her apprentice’s duty. Indeed, it had been a point of contention within their ranks. Isla had questioned her student’s motivations and his loyalty during their first meeting. But had proven his worth, and that he was capable of performing both tasks to the satisfaction of the Supreme Leader. And if a time came when he could not, he would surely be dealt with in a most serious manner.

The flame-haired Ren hardly waited for A’sharad to come outside, before she was out in the fresh air herself. Her leather boots brought her out into the manicured grass, and she had a seat, crossing her legs serenely. Whenever she needed a moment of quiet solitude, she visited this small patch of nature.

She offered a nod and a smile to A’sharad as he came out to join her, and she quirked a brow at his comment. All her life she had been considered strange, especially among her family and the very few peers she’d had. Even now, here among the numbers of the First Order, it seemed that she would not be able to leave that image behind. Isla was not offended, but she was curious.

“How so?” Isla turned to him, waiting for his explanation. She could not go around asking everyone their opinion of her, but perhaps A’sharad would give her some insight.

“And one could say the same of you.” She added with a hint of a smirk. It was true. Isla knew him to be a force-user, yet did chose to dedicate his time to serving the armed forces of the Order, and not the Ren.

 

[Asharad Graush]

It looked as if the Knight of Ren was in love with the fresh air. Of course, who wouldn't prefer fresh air over the stuffy, stale gray, black, and white that was typical of Imperial nations. But no, she looked as if she loved it. Truly.

It made him realize he had never asked where she was from.

"In a good way," he started out. How was he going to explain this? There were many ways he wanted to say this. Best to be as concise as possible. "When we first met, I didn't imagine you'd be capable of killing." At the time, even in her black robings she had looked incapable of doing so. He had doubted her, figuring she'd let him down in the field. But she hadn't fortunately. A'sharad remembered clearly the blaster bolt that had entered his body from the front, and burned through his right shoulder.

"You almost looked innocent. Even now you do," he said, though he didn't look to her. No, instead, he looked out to the world that surrounded them.

Dosuun.

Is this what he fought for now?

"And yet, even after I had been injured, a total stranger, you sought after my health." Of course it could've been merely to see if he could continue the mission, but it was more than that to him. He was Sith. Sith didn't look out for each other like that unless it was for ulterior motives.

"Is that what all of the Ren are capable of?"

Soon after, he turned his head back to the ginger when she had made her comment.

"The same of me? How do you mean?"

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla let her hand gently sweep over the blades of grass next to her, listening as [member="Asharad Graush"] explained. Her brows rose slightly, he thought that she looked innocent? Perhaps he was not the first to see her this way. Her emerald gaze shifted down towards her lap, few saw her for the monster that she could be – it wasn’t a bad thing.

That night when he had been injured, could she have left him behind? Yes, there was a cold place in her heart that would left him there alone. However, Isla was finding that she was not as cold as she thought she could be, or perhaps as cold as she wished to be.

“I cannot answer for all of the Ren,” She said, a hint of a lopsided smile on her face.

She let her eyes gaze out at the city for a moment before looking back towards A’sharad.

“Yes,” Isla started, “I think it is strange for a force-user to wish to command men.”

Her shoulders lifted into a shrug. Perhaps it was just that she did not understand the desire to enter into the First Order’s army or navy, when one had a gift like the force. Isla had seen the Colonel fight himself, he was skilled enough, why not continue to walk that path? Though, he was not the only force user in the Order that had not chosen to join the Knights, she had once met a young Moff – and she had been equally perplexed.

“Why choose to stand behind an army, rather than join the Ren?” She asked bluntly.

 

[Asharad Graush]

The Sith High Colonel straightened out his legs from their crossed position. He had remained silent as she spoke. Why a Force User would ish to command men? He had regarded her with a look then. Surely she had heard of the great galactic battles where Jedi and Sith fought at the heads of them?

"I was taught to fight," he said simply as he pushed himself up to his feet and moved to the railing. "That was why I was born, Isla Ashen. To lead in my father's stead, and to kill. At the head of an army is merely more efficient," he said as he leaned over the rail.

He shot a look over his shoulder at her.

"Because I am Sith. I don't share your ideologies, not all of them, perhaps not any of them. Neither am I of the mind to renounce my people's ways," he said.

It was his turn to have a lopsided grin on his face. "Oh, and, I don't stand behind any army. You know this," he said with a grin.

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

Emerald eyes watched as [member="Asharad Graush"] leaned on the railing, looking over the ledge. She listened as he spoke, and met the look that he aimed over his shoulder. Her head bowed slightly, in a gesture that was almost a nod, but not quite. Indeed, there were Sith that chose to walk alongside the Ren. Even if their ideologies did not line up perfectly, they lent power where it was needed, and she could appreciate that. It wasn’t that Isla disapproved of military service; it was admirable in its own way.

But was it the place for someone like A’sharad?

She supposed that only he could know, and he seemed to be quite sure of his decisions. Still, she could always try to lead him where she thought his skills were suited better... even if she doubted that he would follow.

“I did not mean to suggest that you hide behind an army.” Isla said, grinning too. "I know better than that."

The woman remained sitting on the grass, for she was comfortable there on the ground. Her eyes narrowed slightly, studying her companion’s face.

“And do you still wield your force powers among your soldiers?” She raised a brow, wondering if such displays were accepted within the army ranks. “What do they think about a force-user leading them?”

 

[Asharad Graush]

​

A'sharad straightened against the rail and he turned away from it, placing his back on it and leaning back. His right arm went over his chest and propped up his left as it hovered near his face, a youthful, almost thoughtful face overtaking the lopsided grin that still covered his lips. He was in fact, actually, in thought.

"You should visit the White Wolves, or rather, me," he says amusedly, "On Yalara," he finished.

"Of course, I do," he says with a confirming nod of his head. "The Grand Moff herself knows me to be Sith. The Field Marshal as well," he said. And after all, he did walk around with a lightsabre in plain view all the time. "And for the White Wolves..." How was he going to put this.

"Originally a company, several Knights of Ren had fought with them in the past. I'm sure they're used to it. None have voiced concerns. Not to me, anyway," he said with a shrug. Among the military it was well known how ruthless he was. Not as far as to punish any under his command mortally, but against the enemy? There was no one in the Order's Army that was crueller. Even on Zanarthea, he had executed hundreds of Vax Rebels, though that wasn't able to be proven, for whatever reason.

"Would you lead soldiers of the Order? If you were able?"

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

“Perhaps,” Was Isla’s reply to A’sharad’s invitation to visit him and the White Wolves on Yalara. Yes, she remembered that world – she had gone with a group of Ren to investigate the temple ruins.

She inclined her head, giving a slight nod to her Sith companion. If such names as the Grand Moff and Field Marshal knew of his force use, she had no need to pursue the matter further. She could certainly not question such titles. But at the mention of the Grand Moff, Isla’s eyes narrowed slightly in thought. Isla had seen the woman portrayed in the media, a steady and strong presence in the First Order, to be sure. However, the first and only time Isla had ever seen her was on Hoth – moments from death.

“I see,” Isla started, returning her attention to the conversation. “Then it seems the army is lucky to have your skills.”

She raised a thoughtful brow at his question to her. If given the ability, would she lead soldiers?

Isla stared down at the green grass for a moment or two, letting the thoughts form naturally, even if a bit slowly. The Knight did understand that there were some members of the Ren that had commanded men in the past, even though she did not recall any that did so during her time with them. She carried the weight of her own actions, would she ever wish to take on the burden of leading?

“I will serve the Ren however they need, and if that included leading soldiers, then I would do it.”

Her answer seemed fairly straight forward.

“But I would perhaps take little interest in doing so for myself.” A slight nod, “I prefer to keep things simple and work in small numbers. Not that I deny the power of great numbers, I just don’t think such a thing is for me.”

And now time for another question.

“What do you like about your position in the army?”

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

There was a nod of his head at the acknowledgement of his Force skills while being within the military.

Her first answer had been a cheat, he realized, the answer of a zealot, something that he had seen plenty of while he had been in the ranks of the One Sith before it collapsed. His mother had told him of how his Father had once been that way at the height of the One Sith's power before so many of the notable Sith had died.

A shame.

It was before A'sharad's time, it made no difference to him. His Father was cut down before he could make a true name for himself off of Tantorus.

"I used to be the same," he said in regards to her preferring to work in small teams. That had been before he had been introduced to his studies of warfare on Prakith. It all changed when he learned of the ancient battles between the Galactic Republic and Ludo Kressh's and Naga Sadow's Sith Empire. He had started out like her however because he had believed himself better than everyone. Better than all the Sith around him. He was at the time when it came to lightsabre combat. He had slain many of his peers to receive solo lessons in the Empire, though deep down, it had merely been to preserve his own sanity.

It was boring being better than everyone else and not being able to flaunt that skill.

So he killed.

And then there was the question about what he liked about it. Easy enough.

"Death," he said simply. "The thrill of a decision," he said with a shrug. "One decision could have your entire unit wiped out. That same decision could earn you a glorious victory," a hand rose up to touch the award underneath his rank bar. He revealed it to her, the first person he was able to show off too. "Awarded for my actions on Zarnathea," he explained. Had she seen the ceremony over the HoloNet? He doubted the Knights of Ren had a lounge to do so, though there was a chance. "My first assignment with my new unit, and... Babysitting one of the lesser Stormtrooper units."

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla listened, all the while her hand continued to play among the blades of grass. Her emerald orbs shifted up to A’sharad’s tall form again as he mentioned his recent award. Hmm, she had heard something about an awards ceremony, but had not followed the media coverage herself. She’d had no idea that one of her friends had been one of the First Order members honored that day. A pang of guilt. Perhaps she would do well to keep up with the current events.

She pushed up off the ground, stretching for a moment before approaching A’sharad. Isla moved towards the railing that he leaned against, and came to stand beside him. The Knight of Ren took a quick peek at the medal displayed just below the bar that signified his rank. Indeed, such things were worn by heros, and she supposed that the Sith Lord could now say that of himself. Isla could sense the pride in his voice, and she saw it on his face as he spoke about the events that had granted him the recognition.

Isla did not want for such notoriety.

“Well done, my friend.” She said, even if her praise was a bit belated. “Already on the move up the ladder.”

A slight nod of approval came, and then she turned her gaze out towards the cityscape of Avalonia.

“I am sad to say that I did not see the ceremony. Next time, tell me and I will be there. Tell me about it, what did I miss?”

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

A'sharad's eyes watched [member="Isla Ashen"] as she ventured closer to him. There was a certain interest in her eyes he realized as she looked upon that medal underneath his rank bar. He wasn't bothered by the fact that she hadn't known that it had been him who was receiving an award at the ceremony. He couldn't fault her for that, mostly because if he had had a choice he wouldn't have been there himself. How come they couldn't just mail it to him? Much of the others who had gotten the awards were no better than grunts, it put them on the same level as him as a High Colonel.

No, worse than that, as a Sith.

Acarus was laughing in his grave.

"I thank you, Lady Ashen," oops.

But his features only betrayed the slip for a brief moment before he hit her with a lopsided grin.

"I'd rather not bore you with having to watch a ceremony," he said with a smile. He had been there when the Grand Moff was made Grand Moff. The most exciting part about that day was when she had finished her speech. "But... The Grand Moff was there, as was the Field Marshal, he gifted us the medals," he said thoughtfully. "It certainly wasn't a festive day," he said, recalling the day's temperature. It had been cold, he had used the Force to keep his body temperature at a preferable degree.

"Have you met the Supreme Leader? Personally?" The Knights of Ren were closer to the mysterious leader than anyone he figured.

 

[Isla Ashen]

Lady Ashen? Isla quirked a brow, chuckled for a moment, and offered a grin to match A’sharad’s. She had never held such a title, and highly doubted that she ever would. She was far from nobility.

A’sharad began to sketch the scene of the ceremony for her, and she let her imagination bring the details to life in her mind. A large crowd, bright lights, and notable figures of the First Order. Isla had only seen the Field Marshal from afar, but from what she could gather, he was a very respected and brave member of High Command. And though she had played a part in the Grand Moff’s rescue, she had not seen her since that day. There just was no reason – Isla did not have a place among such people.

“I’ve not had the chance to attend any ceremonies. It might be a nice change of pace.”

Isla shrugged slightly, still gazing out towards the city. But her head turned back to A’sharad as he posed another question.

“The Supreme Leader?” She asked, her eyes wide – a mix of deep respect and perhaps even fear. “No, I have not.” Isla was still waiting for that day to come. “Perhaps when I have become a master, then perhaps I will be worthy of such an honor.” Her voice was clear, the words spoken firmly.

Indeed, meeting the Supreme Leader would be like facing a god, a figure so great that it was almost beyond comprehension. At least, it was this way for most of the Ren. True, they were closer to him than most, but the orders came in the form of whispers, and they listened in the darkness.

“Perhaps... someday.”

Isla’s voice was far away now, and her gaze a bit dazed looking as she turned away from her companion again.

[member="Asharad Graush"]

 

[Asharad Graush]

In truth he wished he got to miss out on ceremonies. A bunch of people sitting around, or standing, it was all the same to him, listening to some person high in the chain of command talk to them, though not really to them. It just seemed that way, as if the speaker was speaking to each and every person there personally. That was the power that the good officials possessed. A'sharad could only imagine what it'd be like if he experienced a bad speech.

"Perhaps when you're a Master," he echoed thoughtfully. She was the only Knight of Ren that he knew, he wasn't too intent on meeting any of the others. They were too much like the Dark Lord of the One Sith's Hands and Voices. A'sharad's brows creased at the thought, before he noticed that she had turned away from him.

"Someday soon," he said, assuredly, as if his word was fact that it was going to happen.

"Is there something that bothers you?" Turning on the rail, he faced her, his features fighting between his normal, determined, serious features, to one of concern. For him, it was much easier to fake something than truly being genuine.

[member="Isla Ashen"]

 

[Isla Ashen]

Isla blinked a few times, her gaze shifted to the side again to find A’sharad. She only realized that she had been staring off in a rather dazed manner. The woman shook her head, flame-colored locks moved back and forth with the motion.

“No,” Isla said, the corner of her mouth pulled into a smirk. “I was just thinking...” She placed her gloved hands on the railing for a moment. Both of their duties to the First Order came with risk and danger. “It is just strange to think that I may find death before I reach the rank of Master, and before I ever met the Supreme Leader.”

A touch of color appeared on the Knight of Ren’s pale face, a rare occurrence. She brought her hand to her ear, and brushed a few strands of hair behind it. “And it’s not that I am frightened,” She felt that she should clarify, for she was not scared to die. “But, there is still much I wish to do before that happens.”

Isla chuckled slightly to keep from feeling awkward. True – most of her comrades probably felt the same way. Life was short; sometimes it was far too short. Her hands came together, one placed over the other. She blew out a sigh, and let her gaze drop down the ledge in front of them.

“You said before that you killed your father,” Isla started suddenly, speaking before she even realized it. “I killed mine, too.” Her voice quietly drifted out on the breeze. “Only a few weeks ago.”

For some reason, it felt nice to say it aloud... especially to someone that had experienced a similar situation. She didn’t turn to see his face though, her gaze remained where it was.

[member="Asharad Graush"]