flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
Although she’d been unsure if the stranger would go on the defense, or if she would welcome the company, even if remotely. Aguta did take notice that the other woman didn’t flinch when the large woman fell into step beside her and, for the time being, that was a good thing. Aguta was lonely and craved the company of others, even to the point of basically soliciting it from a complete stranger. This would probably have had a different start were her cousin not missing and the borders still held fresh markings.
“Since the day I arrived on this mountain,” she answered the question asked of her. It was eerie sometimes, feeling the ghosts of past upon the mountain, especially since she knew nothing about the past that revolved around it. “Sometimes I can hear them. Can you hear them?” Aguta cast a sideways glance to the other female, taking in everything about her face, including the vibrant color of her eyes. She didn’t feel threatened in the least by the presence of this woman, nor did she feel as though she had to go on the defense. This was not something that Aguta allowed herself to feel easily.