Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2022 22:56:57 GMT -5
[ for Regan Lassiter ]
The recent conversations regarding Dresmond, the Eldouir, and the building of Zulu Carr kept Warren's mind busy. His focus was on his soldiers, specifically.
Paired soldiers were the strongest. They were naturally good in teams because they could work well with others. They had to have extreme discipline to control one another and themselves, and they were incredibly powerful together. Next to the paired were the lone witches, of course. Their magic was strong and adaptable, but because they were also well trained soldiers, they didn't have to rely strictly on their magic. They could also excel at hand to hand combat, archery, and swordsmanship.
On the bottom of the totem pole were Warren and other male soldiers like him. Those who did not have witches paired to them. Who had only their hands, their swords, and their bows. No magic. No powers. Only as strong and durable as the human body would allow them to be. It was this thought that sent Warren seeking his quarry on this fine, cloudy, Nevermeran day.
"She was heading for Shadows Landing, Lieutenant," an attendant told him, and he nodded and thanked the man.
He was happy for the cool, crisp Autumna air to hit him as he exited the castle and his boots hit the docks. Normally he would have done this much more formally. Sent a letter to let her know he was looking for her. Tried to schedule a specific time and meeting place. But she was an unconventional woman, and the topic he wished to speak to her about was equally unconventional. So perhaps, just this once, it was called for.
When he caught sight of her toward the end of the dock, his hands moved to the front of his military jacket to smooth it down. Then they tucked themselves behind his back. "Ms. Lassiter, I apologize. Am I interrupting anything or might I have a few moments of your time?"