Revelree
Heartbreaker
Xena Mythriel Al'vyon
The Clocktower, Town Square
Xena nodded uneasily. It seemed as though Taran --- sir Titan, she corrected herself again --- was uncomfortable. She couldn't help but feel awkward herself. But there are things she must do and take care of, for the well-being of her city, so she should get going. She was about to bid her thanks for his concern and a rushed goodbye, when she felt a certain energy coming from Wroth's direction. She glanced at him, unease gripping her heart. Perhaps it was because of the fact that she was so used to knowing what was wrong in people's bodies that when she encountered an enigma like Wroth she just felt... lost. Even as she saw the cocoon-like material wrap around him, she was unsure of what to do. Should I be concerned? First the horns and now this? Perhaps Wroth is just undergoing through a transformation of some sort, but not knowing whether its a good thing for him or not freaks her out ever so slightly.
It must be because of Legion. The fact that she knew there's something awfully wrong about Wroth and his body, and the fact that she had no idea how to stop Legion, or even know what exactly he is. Then a realization hit her. That's right... she glanced at Titan, wondering a little. Taran Caelis Titan is probably the oldest person alive except the Ethereal, the Envoys, and the gods themselves. He probably... would have an idea...
A strange feeling in her gut told her she shouldn't ask. But curiosity and worry for Wroth overcome the instinct, and she found herself asking anyway. "Say, sir Titan, have you, by any chance, heard of a being that calls himself uhm..." she hesitated. "... Legion?"
The Clocktower, Town Square
Xena nodded uneasily. It seemed as though Taran --- sir Titan, she corrected herself again --- was uncomfortable. She couldn't help but feel awkward herself. But there are things she must do and take care of, for the well-being of her city, so she should get going. She was about to bid her thanks for his concern and a rushed goodbye, when she felt a certain energy coming from Wroth's direction. She glanced at him, unease gripping her heart. Perhaps it was because of the fact that she was so used to knowing what was wrong in people's bodies that when she encountered an enigma like Wroth she just felt... lost. Even as she saw the cocoon-like material wrap around him, she was unsure of what to do. Should I be concerned? First the horns and now this? Perhaps Wroth is just undergoing through a transformation of some sort, but not knowing whether its a good thing for him or not freaks her out ever so slightly.
It must be because of Legion. The fact that she knew there's something awfully wrong about Wroth and his body, and the fact that she had no idea how to stop Legion, or even know what exactly he is. Then a realization hit her. That's right... she glanced at Titan, wondering a little. Taran Caelis Titan is probably the oldest person alive except the Ethereal, the Envoys, and the gods themselves. He probably... would have an idea...
A strange feeling in her gut told her she shouldn't ask. But curiosity and worry for Wroth overcome the instinct, and she found herself asking anyway. "Say, sir Titan, have you, by any chance, heard of a being that calls himself uhm..." she hesitated. "... Legion?"