WORD COUNT
TAG SOMEONE
BY MINNIE OF GS
WELL, LATE AT NIGHT, WHEN YOU'RE SLEEPING,
Ahmoria fixed the position of her head to stare straight at Sol with her vibrant, green eyes, and crossed her arms below her bosom. "You are the master of this castle, no?" she inquired, already knowing what his answer would be to the question. "As long as you are the master of this castle, your name will always be Master Sol to me, no matter what level of inheritance I am in here. A castle is a castle and whether you are royalty or not, the castle is owned by you and therefore, you are its master and the master of those within it." She didn't care if she was subordinate to the magus, but she knew when to respect those that held authority over her. He may not lay claim to authority over her, but deep down, the male would always hold some form of power over her. What kind of power that was, that was something the two of them would find out over time or not at all.
The stern nature of the woman quickly disappeared when Sol admitted to having come to check up on her as well. "I'm doing fine," she responded to him in a softer tone of voice, one that lacked the stubbornness from earlier. "This is my home and I am happier here than I ever was anywhere else in the world, even in my old home." Her gaze had wandered from Sol's face to glance around at the greenhouse they were standing in, decked in plants and other assortments. A soft misting trickled down over them as the eldest of the weeping trees watered the plants from its place upon the hilltop. One of the Ojigi plants swayed from side to side as it soaked up the water that misted down upon it, happy and content. Various other plants outstretched their heads toward the sky in order to gobble up the droplets of water that fell upon them.
Their reunion was quick to be ruined as one of Sol's many servants mysteriously appeared from the shadows in between them. The arc demon stretched out its hand toward its master and gave Sol what looked to be a shard of glass to Ahmoria. She didn't know what "dragon lacrima" were, just that what was held in the hand of the demon was a shard of glass. Mori watched Sol take it from the hand of his servant and held it within the palm of his hand, the form of it steadily changing as he spoke. "A 'dragon lacrima'?" she repeated, her voice a slightly higher pitch than it was before, condoning her curiosity. Ahmoria didn't want to sound stupid, but at this point in time, she was beginning to show a bit of blonde through that red of hers. Of course, that was to be expected from someone who lived in the forest all of her life like a nymph in hiding.
However, she didn't get much of an answer from Sol before the arc demon broke through again and handed him something else. This time, it was a strange object, something she truly hadn't seen before now, and something that made her curious. Mori tilted her head again and leaned forward slightly to get a better view of the scale that was secured in his hand. It glittered and shimmered in the dim lighting of the greenhouse, appearing almost iridescent in nature despite its lackluster blackness. What startled her the most was when Sol begin to shiver and shake, quickly dropping the scale within his hand. Ahmoria snatched the scale out of the air and tucked it away into her leaves, where it wasn't able to be seen. If it was causing Sol this much distress, there wasn't a need for him to have it in his possession until he was able to properly hold it.
The look of pain crossing over his face caused Ahmoria to drop to her knees with him and place her slender hands on his shoulders to steady him. She carefully looked him in the eye, being greeted with a cry of pain which caused her to glance toward the plants around her. "Saesa, amin anta Tua! Ona amin y' orn en' Arvandor! Ri' peony! Ri' lily en' i' tum. Ai' olva! Saesa!" she wailed out. Normally, she would have been one to take action first and shoo everyone away, but with only herself there in a sea of plants, she didn't know what to do. "Amin uma il- sinta mani um-!" Mori pleaded, glancing around herself at the emptiness before turning back to Sol. "Are you okay? Do you need assistance? Please, tell me you are all right and that you don't need some sort of medical attention. I'm not good at medicine, not in the least bit, and I don't know any demons in here that know medicine from experience."