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Edric Serall

It was peaceful. Even in the aftermath of a battle that had nearly killed them once again, even with the threat of demons behind them and the dread of Shad Dunbar before them, here, with the early morning sun shining down upon them in this clearing, things almost seemed like they were restful for once. An idyllic brook babbled away, the only sound besides that of birds chirping, leaves rustling, and the grass under their feet shifting as they stood across from one another. The sun reflected off the metal of their armor, the silvery steel of Edric's breastplate still untouched and gleaming, and his shield proudly unscarred. He looked different, far different than the man who had first held aloft the shield he had borrowed from Erys, and it was with a determination in his eyes that he intended to prove it once and for all. He smiled at her, as he raised his shield up to ready himself. "After you, Alvaroda."

Erys Moongem

His passion for her had made him work so much harder. That had been worth encouraging. Over the last few days of their training together, he'd finally come into his own. Erys had stopped using her dagger, had started coming at him faster and faster, until as far as she could tell she was going as fast as she could. And it was an ideal day to train. She took a breath, and pulled her longsword from its scabbard. She looked up at him. He was beautiful. This was good. He was close. It had long become intimate, just another dance of love she'd learned. She glanced over towards the camp, just a fair bit away. It was entirely likely that they'd be able to hear their efforts today. 'Try not to drag us into your dalliances, Era.' She mocked her sister to herself. She grinned. Gave it a beat. And then charged, sword swinging every bit as fast as it would if she were attacking a foe for real. Striking downwards, upwards, side to side, spinning and moving with utter unpredictability. Every now and then, a dodge. Every now and then a solid, firm strike against the shield rebuffed against her, causing her to lose a little ground. The sound of their efforts carried, Erys' own sounds of exertion especially. With every day, Ivaric was becoming more and more capable. It was only a matter of time. Just a day or two to Shad Dunbar. It'd be a shame if she was arrested on the spot and their training had to stop. Worries for the next few days.(edited)

Edric Serall

He moved with a grace that would have been impossible for the young wizard only a month ago, as his body braced and swerved in turn, the sound of metal clashing against metal filling the air as more and more of hew blows were turned away by his shield. His love for her only made him work that much harder, made him that much more eager to impress both her, and the Lady he hoped to serve in full earnest with every action henceforth. Every day he spent with her, his appreciation for both Sune and the woman he loved grew deeper and more important to who he was, and as he cast away her blade with every deft block, he couldn't help but feel something was missing. The mistake the other day still rang in his heart, and to him, this was the way to redeem himself, to forge himself anew through martial skill. "Cmon, you can do better than that!" Even with all his improvement, even as he wore the armor like a second skin, he still couldn't muster even the most simple spell. Every time, the armor got in the way, altering a vital component just enough for the Weave to reject him, and every rejection stung.

Erys Moongem

A few more minutes of pushing against her physical limits, and Erys backed off. She was breathing hard, the sound not all that foreign to Ivaric. She was doing everything she could think of to do. Faster, more unpredictable. He could block but he couldn't… quite… something was holding him back. Could that old God have had something to do with it? Or was it some limitation of her? Perhaps Ona would do better? She twirled her sword around, loosening up her wrist. Something was off. He should be there. It had taken her a while to master these things, but it had been decades ago. She furrowed her brow in concentration. "…and now we come to a clearing, lover. This is the limit of what I can do without my Truelove's power inside me. This is it. And you're blocking beautifully, certainly as well as I could at your age, but… but…" 'I really don't want to really hurt you.'

Edric Serall

Frustration. That is what he felt as she told him, in no uncertain words, that he had reached both their limits. "I can't, Alvaroda, I can't just stop here. It would all be worthless if I can't break past this wall!" He tried to read her expression, and while at first he thought he saw contemptable pity, he realized it was something else. Compassion. Try as she might, she didn't want to hurt him, not when they'd become so close as of late, even with his mistakes. She couldn't unleash the same power that she did against their enemies, worried that he wouldn't survive it, but…he was stronger now. More hardy, less capable of being easily taken down, especially with her training, but he had to do something or this would only continue. So he did what he thought he had to. "Are you just going to let me fail? Are you going to let me die the next time someone like Duenor blows himself up in my face?!"

Erys Moongem

She scoffed. "It's not you that's…." The mention of Duenor causes her to cast her eyes back towards camp. The memory of the feeling of her back colliding with his body just before she lost consciousness. That had been her fault. Her face hardened and her grip tightened on her sword, but she didn't seem to notice. "You're not the one failing here, Ivaric."

Edric Serall

"Yes I am, Alvaroda. I'm failing, because you're failing me!" He charged towards her, trying to provoke an attack. "Again, Lady Kiirnodel, again you're going to fail Her, like you failed Her with the dwarf, like you…" It hurt him to say this, but he had to. He had to make her angry. He had to provoke her. "…like you failed Farah!"

Erys Moongem

She knew what he was doing even as her words cut her heart open and filled her with blind rage. Again. Again. Again. Again. Again. She felt her arm move upward. At the core of it, it was love, right? It was to push him forward and into Her arms. It was to get him away from Dagger. It was love for him, love for her, love for Her, and even love for Ona. With a cry of effort, her blade shone with the bright light of Sune's power. Now the battle was joined for real. She moved faster, she struck harder, each strike of her sword against his shield. "I might be a fuck-up, but I can't see the fucking future. I might have gotten them both killed, and I'll atone for that. What will you do? When all of us are gone?" Again she struck, but just having made her blade blessed with the light of her Patroness wasn't enough. The strikes were faster, harder, they would hurt more if she could get one through, but… "My sister, you don't even care about. Valorn, he'll give into despair any day now. He might not even leave the mountainhome with us. Dagger is defenseless without us.(edited)

Rowan has forces coming after her only you can help me save her from and yet you insist on this insipid romance when you can't even commune with Her yourself." She was getting herself angrier, she knew she had to, she knew she had to strike him faster and harder and she had to really drive herself to push him harder. It was a wall. They would break it together or they would wound themselves trying. She could call for help with the ring no matter what. A strike came with so much power behind it that it pushed Ivaric backwards, forcing him to give ground, knocking the shield itself out of her way, and somehow… she had found the alacrity to have a second strike prepared – a slash from shoulder to thigh that would cut through his breastplate and wound him, badly. "Crestrun." She struck him, for real, her blade carving through the metal of his breastplate and digging into his skin, blood bursting from the wound and splattering her beautiful armor with it. But she held eye contact with him. The gold flecks in her eyes shone brightly, and then his body filled with the divine brilliance of her real attack, all of Sune's power, filling that new wound with searing, excruciating light.

Edric Serall

His deft skills yet still allowed him to parry away every one of her ferocious strikes, even as they grew more and more filled with righteous anger. Even so, he was starting to have trouble keeping up, and now her words were getting to him. She struck at his very honor as she struck with enough force to cleave away an arm, needling away at every emotional weakpoint as she referenced every one of his own failures. Every strike pushed him back, as she moved him around the clearing, very clearly proving the difference in strength between the two of them that would never simply be bridged with combat training. "You're one to talk, Alvaroda! You talk so much about protecting Rowan, but where were you when she was struck down?! You fled with your sister, like you always do, and left her defenseless! If it weren't for me and my magic, she would be dead right now!" It was getting too close now, and he was starting to regret this a bit as her blade came closer and closer with no sign that he could use his magic and then, as he felt his shield knocked away, a flash of premonition showed him what would happened just moments before her blade nearly cleaved him in twain. Yet he couldn't stop it, he couldn't dodge, he couldn't block, he couldn't run away or prevent her from nearly killing him…just like he couldn't stop what would happen next. In his free hand, a great conflagration grew, swirling angrily within his palm before he thrust it forward as his blood arced through the air. There was a moment of silence, as all the air around them disappeared, and was replaced by a tremendous explosion of flames that engulfed both of them, sending him flying backwards as his clothes burned and his armor was left black and scorched.

Erys Moongem

The explosion rocked the clearing and sent both of them flying away from one another, their bodies tumbling through the air. Even through the pain, even through the shock of Ivaric finally attacking her for real, even through all of it, she knew she had to do something right away. There was no telling how injured he was. As their bodies flew through the air, Erys reached into the deepest parts of herself and unleashed that purest essence of Sune's love that always lay deep within her. Light exploded outward, sparkling around her in tandem with the flecks in her eyes and sprinkling Edric's body. It wouldn't be much, but it would be enough. In her mind, she reached out to him. "You did it." Tears in her eyes, from the pain of the explosion and from the collision with the ground that followed… as well as an inordinate amount of pride, Erys lay facedown in the clearing, her body collapsing. The long effort was at last complete. She slammed her fist into the ground, hot anger still boiling away inside of her. At the end of the day… at the end of the day, he wasn't wrong. He was right. Rowan got hurt because she ran to join the battle rather than see the real threat. Rowan was hurt badly. She swallowed her anger. Shad Dunbar was just another day or two ahead. Decisions had to be made, but at least she had the peace of knowing that Ivaric had achieved his goal.

Edric Serall

He had done it. Flickering just in and out of conciousness, he could feel the pain radiating throughout his whole body, but through the agony of the burns and the cut that Erys had delivered, he felt a swelling and immense pride. He had done it. He had broken the wall, and he felt like a new man because of it. But then he saw her, and felt her as she poured Sune's love into him, and felt her agony as his own. He had said terrible things, things he would have never uttered if he hadn't been so doggedly dedicated to trying to accomplish this feat. The burns healed away just enough for him to stay awake, as he dragged himself over to her and pulled the remaining potion of healing from his robes. He'd been saving it for an emergency, but now they had such little need of it, that he turned her onto her back, and brought the potion to her lips as he fed it to her. "No…Alvaroda, we did it. Together."

Erys Moongem

With her own wounds healing a little more, she brought her lips up to his and kissed him. Had to honor the moment. With her eyes closed, she poured all of her remaining healing essence through their connection and into his body, restoring his wounds and undoing the damage she'd caused. A swipe of her hand repaired his armor, though her movements were unsteady. She let herself fall back again, breathing had, eyes drooping. "Carry me… back to camp?" With all the pain of the last week, she needed the touch, needed what very well could be her last few days able to touch him and feel him and smell him. And now that their mutual purpose was done… did she love him? Of course. Would she have wanted… more? …No. Not yet, at least.

Edric Serall

Feeling restored once again, while the ache of being caught in the midst of his own explosion still soaked his muscles, he was fully capable of lifting her into his arms, holding her close as he began the slow walk back to the camp. There would be some explanation required, but he smiled at her. "I'm going to do it when we get to Shad Dunbar…I'm going to say the words, and devote myself to Her, like you did. I want to become Her conduit, in truth and in action, and…I think I'm ready now. It's all thanks to you, Alvaroda." The pride in his chest swelled and dampened the pain that remained, as he looked down into her eyes. "I'd…hope you might be there for me, when I've done it. I'd be remiss if we couldn't celebrate…" He stopped, as he noticed she had fallen back into a sleep, smiling as he kissed her forehead, and carried her the rest of the way back to camp. Once he had devoted himself to Her, there was no going back…and he had no regrets.

Quinys Forgedawn
Hearing the clang of steel on steel, and curious about these 'training sessions', Quinys quietly crept along the tree line before beginning to climb. She found a comfy spot where she could lean against the trunk of a large oak and look down on the field, but be out of site unless looked at from directly below. She watched as Erys and Edric beat upon each other, wondering why someone would say such hurtful things to someone they loved. Seeing the fire explode between them she sank a bit, realizing that Erys now held more of Edric's firsts than Quin would ever see, and neither of them even knew that she knew. It's a strange feeling, trying to be happy for others, and she stayed up in the tree long after the other two headed back to camp and the light had gone.

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