[PRP] Of Maidens and Heroes [Tyanna x Keionx]

[purplerosesbeauty]

Where: Deep in Four Fronds forest
When: Late evening
What: Tya finds herself in need of some help!

 

[purplerosesbeauty]

It wasn't often Tya found herself in need of help herself - she was independent, wise and calm. She had wings to speed away from danger, and her protective lusus to guard her from impurities that came to touch her.

But at times, she was unable to help. Caught in a sudden thicket of brambles, her long gown snagged in a thousand places into the thorns, preventing her from flying away. The only clearing a space next to her with a ring of mushrooms, where she absolutely cannot step, and where her lusus will not go. And even worse, her wings would risk damage in the low branches of the trees above, as delicate as they are.

"Oh! What a predicament..." she gasped, pulling at the edges of her dress to try and tear it free. She had no blade with which to free herself, and no hope. "Please! I must be free..." Tya said, desperate.

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[DraconicFeline]

A desperate cry in the luminous night is music to the ears of a true hero. It means a chance to prove their strength, to carve their mark into the stories of the world, to become immortalized in the stories of others. It is, in short, a chance to do the right thing.

Perhaps a childish fancy, but this night, as she patrolled through the dense woods of deep Four Fronds, Keionx knew she had not grown out of it. With the cry of desperation came an answering cry within her, and she immediately and without hesitation stepped off of her course and, sword half drawn, ran to the trolls aid.

It could be a trap. said the rational part of her mind, the part fed by words of caution and rebellion. This part of her always told her to be careful, to remember that she was a criminal, that her face was on wanted posters. Growing up had strengthened the voice -- it was the voice of reality. A reality that Keionx achknowledged, and then threw to the dusky winds. Then let it be a trap! She retorted to herself.

Still, in an accomodation to her clearer thinking aspect, she did not announce herself until she saw the clearing... and it's occupant. "Hark, young one!" she called out, having satisfied herself that no obvious trap lay in wait for her, "Was it thee that crieth in the night?"

Before her was a young troll, a tealblood, with long delicate wings. "What troubles thee?" Clearly in much distress, they struggled with a briar patch and their dress. "Hast thou become caught in a trap, fair child, or hast thee caught thyself? For either, it is I who can help thee."

And she could, and she would, even if briars and brambles were as nothing to a hero of her caliber.

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