Re: Visit To The Quartermaster
Danyka was smiled gently, if slightly remotely, to the Ordic gun mage as he hailed, and then caught up, to her. She slowed slightly to close the gap, but continued to walk along side Argus one hand on the reins and the other on the light warhorse's withers.
When the dark-haired Thurian gentleman started broached the topic of Arshalon's death, Dany listened quietly to what he had to say. Her jet black ponytail bobbed slightly as she walked, its slow deliberate swish indicating that she had cast more than one sidelong glance at Nicollo at various points. The Llaelese woman let him have his say, merely walking along side. It wasn't that she wasn't receptive or listening. Quite the opposite, Danyka's demeanor - the way she held her head, and the deliberated and slow movements of her hands - showed that everything was registering.
When Nicollo started to pull away, Dany let him. But only for a brief moment, she deliberately quickened her pace to catch up with him. "Thank you, Nicollo." the raven-haired woman said quietly and thoughtfully in her Llaelese lilt, "Your words are greatly appreciated."
She paused for a moment, obviously measuring her words, "I ... I know that no one else is responsible for Arshalon's death, but himself. And that Morrow looks after him in the Ur-Caen." Her eyes were downcast for a moment silent homily to the Lord of Light before she continued, "But I still must bemoan the loss of a comrade. It seems a heavy price to pay. Especially for a 'training exercise', one casualty seems one too many." She pursed her lips, "At least, to me." Her eyes remained locked forward for the time being, as she spoke with brutal frankness, "My throw was pure luck. His stand was pure unluck. The two rarely mix well."
But then she did look at her Thurian companion. "I know that the Fist is a 'dead end' squad." Danyka stated rather flatly, "And while I don't presume to know if you volunteered or not, I do know that the attrition rate is expected to be high. That we are considered expendable - or we wouldn't be here." She left unsaid, but it was obviously implied that Dany neither volunteered nor did she harbor many illusions about her chances of successfully returning to Immoren intact.
"But that doesn't mean," and there was only the barest touch of acid in her voice, "that we'll go down without a fight." Her thin frame shuddered slightly as she took in a deep breath and her gaze returned to the long road ahead. When she spoke again, it was apparent that she wasn't advocating desertion or mutiny; yet, there was a hard edge to her voice that indicated her dissatisfaction with the overall situation. "The entire squad should meet to discuss our options. Our tactics." Dany noted simply with a workman's attitude, "We'll need to work better as a team. And to coordinate our future efforts."
Her expression grew distant for a moment and her husky contralto was lowered to a bare whisper, "We'll need to be prepared for the coming storm." She shook her head, as if to clear some cobwebs, before continuing, "Or I suspect that we will all die next time."
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