“My most sincere apologies…” Reed said, frowning. He had known that Arya was incredibly disagreeable, but to be interfering with people such as the two in front of him was surprising. It was obvious enough that they had an immense amount of power, and while it might not have been quite as much as Arya’s natural amount, they had been refining it for who knew how many more years, and he had no doubt that if it came down to a straw, Arya would lose. Her style of fighting was powerful and explosive when she wanted, or quiet and deadly at other times, but she never took the time to think about what she was casting or how her foe would respond. And he was sure that these two strangers would.
However, he could also understand her interest. He didn’t necessarily agree with her plans and usage, but he knew that what she wanted was information on these strangers’ magic. Spells, ingredients for different mixtures, their style of combat – it was all of interest to her. And partially to him.
Not only that, but the way that these two held themselves, but also the way that they seemed slightly on guard was interesting. Normally, Reed would have just opened a small portal and dragged Arya through it, but seeing as he wasn’t with anyone and he had quite the interesting pair of people in front of him, he decided against it. At least for the time being. After all, it wasn’t a difficult task to escape should he sense any threat.
“So, sir, might I ask who you are? I can assure you that my sister, despite her volatile behavior, can be of interest. After all, what she wanted from the beginning was not information on you and your history, but instead, your magic. She has this ludicrous plan that she can become the ruler of our kingdom should she become more powerful enough to bring the different relics of our ancestors back to life, but our magic can only activate some of the many needed. I’d be happy to explain more, provided that you’d be willing to help me out with her wish. After all, I must insist on a fair trade. And honestly, she’ll probably go into a blind rage if I didn’t at least offer.”
Arya nearly did just that when Reed began to talk about her plans, but her eyes widened as she realized that he knew more than she had realized. She cursed herself over and over as he explained further, searching for different parts of her plans and research in the past that could’ve been discovered by Reed. She couldn’t have been so sloppy as to forget to cover her tracks, and she knew for a fact that Reed hadn’t been trailing her for the last six months, so that left only one possible conclusion: he had been looking for the same things. The annoying part was that it might have been for the same reason she was looking.
“You finished?” she hissed, glaring daggers at her brother.
“I suppose that I am. It’s up to these two kind strangers, who you should be thankful didn’t actually try to kill you, to decide what they wish to do now.”
However, he could also understand her interest. He didn’t necessarily agree with her plans and usage, but he knew that what she wanted was information on these strangers’ magic. Spells, ingredients for different mixtures, their style of combat – it was all of interest to her. And partially to him.
Not only that, but the way that these two held themselves, but also the way that they seemed slightly on guard was interesting. Normally, Reed would have just opened a small portal and dragged Arya through it, but seeing as he wasn’t with anyone and he had quite the interesting pair of people in front of him, he decided against it. At least for the time being. After all, it wasn’t a difficult task to escape should he sense any threat.
“So, sir, might I ask who you are? I can assure you that my sister, despite her volatile behavior, can be of interest. After all, what she wanted from the beginning was not information on you and your history, but instead, your magic. She has this ludicrous plan that she can become the ruler of our kingdom should she become more powerful enough to bring the different relics of our ancestors back to life, but our magic can only activate some of the many needed. I’d be happy to explain more, provided that you’d be willing to help me out with her wish. After all, I must insist on a fair trade. And honestly, she’ll probably go into a blind rage if I didn’t at least offer.”
Arya nearly did just that when Reed began to talk about her plans, but her eyes widened as she realized that he knew more than she had realized. She cursed herself over and over as he explained further, searching for different parts of her plans and research in the past that could’ve been discovered by Reed. She couldn’t have been so sloppy as to forget to cover her tracks, and she knew for a fact that Reed hadn’t been trailing her for the last six months, so that left only one possible conclusion: he had been looking for the same things. The annoying part was that it might have been for the same reason she was looking.
“You finished?” she hissed, glaring daggers at her brother.
“I suppose that I am. It’s up to these two kind strangers, who you should be thankful didn’t actually try to kill you, to decide what they wish to do now.”