On The Road To Nowhere: The Beginning

[Solace]

Raising a hand to her temple Mila tried to hold back the sea of emotions she was feeling all around her, though she would never pry into which emotion belonged to which person she could tell instantly that one of their companions was not to fully be trusted. “Bloodsucker, you would be wise to heed Liath’s words.” Mila had very little patience when it came to dealing with creatures such as Matthias or any other egotistical creature that thought themselves stronger because of their abilities. “Your emotions are conflicted…” She spoke with an air of knowing and wisdom in her voice as she locked gazes with the pale skinned man/vampire. “You would be wise to conceal your emotions Night dweller, for there are those among you far older then yourself who do not find your tricks amusing.” Mila’s voice was laced with distain as the petite Greek rose up from her set to place her plate into the wagon and check on Roval her mount and at the moment the troupes cart horse.

After tossing more hay into the makeshift paddock for Roval and Seregon, Mila return to the fireside to take her seat again. “Kings? Beasts? I have many tales of Kings and Beast I could speak of. But many would think them fiction and so they would be passed through the ages as myths instead of historic accounts.” As she spoke her eyes took on a far off look to them as if she’d been drawn into her thoughts and forgotten that her companions were even there.