If this is referring to what I think it may be, it was entirely my fault. I did not remember where Event #1 was taking place, and I’d just been informed of how Event #2 was being run. I saw a more direct path towards the area I had to reach and I took it. I didn’t realize Event #1 was in the middle of that path until I was already halfway past everyone gathered there.
This is not the fault of the event planner; this was my fault.
A knot snapped, sending a shower of sparks over her boots, and she drew the edge of the rough woolen blanket away, tucking it a bit more securely around her legs. With her arms wound over her shins, Ciara dropped her chin onto her blanket-covered knees, aqua eyes focusing on the lick of flame about blackened wood.
"Didn’t you promise you’d go back?"
"And here you are, hiding in the snow… What was that about your vaunted courage, hmmm? Your spine of steel? Unbreakable nerves?"
"I can’t tell what’s more amusing. That you thought I’d be permanently removed by that odd little man or that you actually thought you’d be able to do as you promised."
Jaw clenching tightly, Ciara closed her eyes, pulling in jerky breath as leather creaked with the abrupt snap of her hands into fists. Firelight glinted on the pendant draped across the snow, sparkled across the vivid gold, and in the reflection, laughing eyes gazed out at the small camp.
"This is how it’s going to be. This is how I like it. You and I… and nothing more."
Humming under her breath, Aria shook out the first thin cotton blanket, giving it a sharp snap to flick the far end into the hands of the phantasm that awaited. Together, mesmer and clone brought the blanket down, smoothing it and tucking in the ends before Aria reached for another.
Winter was crisp in the air and it was time to layer the blankets on, don the cloaks and roll down the sleeves. Her lips curled into a delighted smile as she tossed the end of the second blanket towards her phantasm. “It’s also time for fires, hot cider and cuddling while it snows,” she half-sang to the clone, which laughed in a sprightly tone and laid its’ edge of the blanket down.
Mmm… Wintersday was one of the best possible times of the year.
Every swing of her hammer shattered another knee. Every thrust of her sword drove the point of the sturdy blade through equine ribs and Kei made no attempt to hold in her temper as the guardian’s azure flames exploded in a ring about the screaming centaurs. Her eyes were alight with the sheer joy of combat, and she yelled in bloodthirsty triumph when a leap brought her directly onto the beast’s back.
They were centaurs. Not the slavers that her rage truly yearned to be tearing into gobbets of lifeless flesh.
…but they would slake her fury for now…