Bored at The Border [Open]

[Katyusha]

It was another standard day in Medon. Well, barring the downpour of rain that filled the darkened skies and left a repetitive pattern of pitters and patters as it collided with the ground, buildings, and individuals below. The town that "Lucia" and her unit was currently stationed in was none too far from the current battlegrounds of skirmishing mayhem. The "Cavour Incident" had left bad tastes in the mouths of everyone involved and it was a heralding sort of event that spoke of the future chaos that would soon be unleashed. The blue haired Plegian soldier was certain that it was only a matter of time. Perhaps days, perhaps months. But it would be soon regardless.

Lucia ceased her staring out of the barracks' window, sighing as she stood. In truth, she'd still rather be at the frontline right now instead of sitting on her ass awaiting the inevitable call. The chains of her manacles rattled a bit along with her rise, growing a touch louder when she raised a hand to her mouth and yawned. The former slave grabbed at a nearby cloak and began to don it before stepping outside of the barracks proper. The rain was unrelenting in it's desire to soak everything and frankly, it tended to be a very dreary sort of day when the weather came around.

After a short walk, Lucia stepped into the stables and briefly waved to one of the stablehands that greeted her before stepping over toward her current steed, a chestnut colored stallion by the name of Mahogany. Not her choice of name, but eh. Attending to the steed gave her something to do of late. Many were still sort of unnerved by the foreigner's habit of wearing her broken manacles as a reminder of what she never wished to be again.

[Brunhilde]

"..."

Brunhilde had been thinking about the recent events surrounding the "Cavour Incident," the fighting and all that entailed in it. Why was she here, anyway? Oh, right. She was sent here. To check up on things - mostly the unit stationed here - when jack squat was actually happening. She sighed as she stood out in the open rain, letting the drops of water hit her armor. She ignored any calls of "You're going to catch cold" and other warnings to get out of the rain. Eventually, she looked around and spotted a soldier walking into the stables. But this wasn't any ordinary soldier. No, this was the soldier who became rapidly known through the ranks as the young lady who seemed to constantly wear those broken manacles. She had heard the stories, but honestly she didn't care too much. Not enough to ask about their significance, anyway. As long as she could fight well, Brunhilde didn't really give a damn.

She followed the soldier into the stable and watched her tend to her steed. Brunhilde simply nodded at the stablehands present in acknowledgement of their presence. Right, she was a horseback fighter. Brunhilde was much more confident in her abilities to fight on foot rather than on the back of a horse. Eventually, Brunhilde approached this soldier - Lucia, as she was called - and cleared her throat. "...Lucia. You're bored, aren't you?" She asked.

Katyusha

[Katyusha]

Lucia removed her cloak and hung it up upon a post nearby. The humid air of the stormy day drifted into the stable and mixed with the cloying air already present to create a rather clammy sort of feeling. Wearing the cloak wasn't doing much good in making her feel any comfier. The teal haired soldier instead began to brush her stallion's mane for a time, occasionally speaking words of comfort to get it to hold still. Those years of horse riding had been useful in earning a place among the cavalry. Much easier when it came to the march of position to position. For the most part, Lucia had been keeping her head down as well, ruffling no feathers and simply doing as she was told. All in all, everyone just saw her as that good little soldier girl.

And speaking of soldier girls, it seemed another had entered the stalls as well. Lucia looked over to the source of the voice and beheld Brunhilde, a woman of high rank and stature among the military. Some spoke of her as the next Marshall in line after Pantaleon. But regardless, this woman of high rank and stature was now here with the woman of low rank and little presence.

"I am, ma'am. This dreary weather does nothing for me." Lucia spoke a bit before setting the horse brush aside, a jangle of her chains following the action. "The wait for another marching order is also murder on the nerves. The Ylisseans are at our doorstep now."

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Tags: Brunhilde