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Kella leaned into the gust of wind as it pushed her cowl back and swirled the hair at her crown. She finished the breeze's work and pulled her hood back as she stood precariously near the edge of the watchtower. Heights were evidently not very high on the woman's list of fears. Those slots were reserved for truly perilous things, like slugs and Elven tea parties.
Kella's gray-blue eyes squinted as she beheld the horizon. For the first time in a while she stood wondrously still. The scape was glorious towards the sea. The winding grid of streets was like a woman's plaited hair dappled in red, white and brown flowers, the earth and stone roofs of the city. But the smooth blanket of the sea overwhelmed it all with its softly glimmering cape of stony green, burnished white in the sunlight. Kella mused that it was a cloak for the rocky shoulder's of the world.
The Vagaran could watch the ocean roll and roar for eras. Like the sea elves, it sang to her and beckoned her with its briny kisses, but like Kella it gave no promise of constancy in its arms.
Perhaps in a way her blood missed what her purpose should have been as a Vagaran. Bound so tightly to the empire and the land, it had no other outlet but an inarticulate longing to journey the whale path.
Her brother had seized upon such desires and thrown himself to the tides, returning to her life whenever the current had the whim to leave him on the shore.
But Eyvind spoke of the mountains, and Kella looked to the peaks in the west. To think a hive of Orcs hid behind the stony haunches of the Khadran. It did not surprise her, the little beasts had to stream from somewhere. And where was a more apt home for them then the boulders and cold.
The backdrop of war and battles rested behind everyday of a Legionnaires training, but it was still strange to hear it spoken of. It fell more like a confirmed rumor, than the typical business of a soldier. However, Kella had always expected something to ripen during her stint in the Legion. Though she did not embrace conflict, she would almost say it was about time.
Kella gave Eyvind a bemused smile.
"That is a strange thing, to think I ought to merit more protection than any other soldier under you, Eyv."
Her eyes went towards the sea, "What will be will be, Ginger." The woman looked at Eyvind over her shoulder a moment.
"Of course I'll go with you. That goes without saying, you silly red git."
Her fingers curled over the edge of the partition between her a long fall and she turned her face to the breeze.
"I'm a Legionnaire aren't I?"
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