Sethran had finally made it back to Taras, where he'd leave for his homeland. Fortuantly, the warrior arrived here early. He had three days to wait for the ship to depart. Three days to spend at his leisure.

He had heard from random people across Imythess that a Goddess of Blades resided in the temple here. Normally, Sethran didn't believe people when they said that some god had taken a human form. Of course, that was back in Dravinox. Imythess...well, Sethran was a little more willing to believe it here, after things he had already seen. With that in mind, Sethran entered the Temple of Swords.

The young warrior had always known temples to be made in light colour materials, and have a holy aura. This place, hwoever was qutie different. The stones were of darker colour, and Sethran could feel an aura of strength and confidance. This made him feel more welcome. It reminded him of the training grounds back home.

He proceeded through the hallway until he arrived at a spiral staircase. looked around the room, and saw an archway behind the staircase. He went through the archway and through the mahogany door at the end to find himself in a beautiful courtyard.
"This..." he said in a low voice, "is heaven."
So, what was this outsider to Imythess doing in the Temple of Swords? Sethran knew that going back to his homeland to free it from the Avenites would involve combat. While he was skilled in the art already, he knew that his skills wouldn't be enough to take down the Avenite leader, Lavern. In the last fight he had with him, Sethran had hardly managed to do anything the Neko, and was forced to retreat.

Perhaps, if Sethran tranied himself in this place for the next three days, he would become stronger. Maybe he would acquire the skills needed to free Dravinox. Maybe. However, he would need somebody to teach him. If the Goddess was really here, maybe Sethran could learn from her. Maybe......

The day was still young, yet Veronna laid in bed, her arms under her pillow, her head resting peacefully on the soft surface. Her eyes were closed, but she was not sleeping, just trying relax and rest, her life feeling chaotic as of late. Ocar was no where to be found that day, her husband having been keeping himself busy lately.

As she almost fell asleep Vaoulrah started crying, the child just a few feet from the bed in her crib. She let out a grown and rolled over, throwing the blanket she was using off. She put her legs over the bed, the simple dress she wore sliding over her knees as she stood. Yawning as she walked over to her daughter, picking the child up and supporting her in her arms, the three year-old's green eyes looking at her mother's red ones, as her crying stopped.

"Hush Vaoulrah, there's no need to cry" She whispered to the child, bouncing her a bit in her arms, stroking the child's black hair. Vaoulrah was getting bigger, the child growing everyday, and making her heavier for Veronna to lift up all the time. She held the child a while longer, until all her tears dried away, and her eyes became heavy. Veronna placed the child back in her crib, covering her with a blanket to keep her warm.

She walked to a window, looking out over the city. She felt tired again, the weakness coming back. She shook her head, wanting it to leave her alone. "What is wrong with me?" She whispered to herself, rubbing her head. Her reflection in the window's glass worn, looking how she felt. Her eyes were sunken in, the fire that use to burn there faded away, replaced by a hollowness. She turned away, still rubbing her head and face. She walked to the kitchenette, pouring herself some tea that was in a pot over the fire in to a glass cup.

She walked down the stairs, her gaze watching each step she took, not noticing anyone or anything else. She kept walking, even after she finished descending the stairs, her dress barely touching the brick floor as she walked, her bare feet slightly chilly. She walked through the many small passages of the temple, sipping at her tea every now and then. She got around to the other side of the temple, to the other entrance to the courtyard. She opened the door, not caring about her bare feet or bare arms, wearing no cloak either. It was a cool day, the breeze cold against her bare skin, blowing the green skirts of her dress around a bit.

She did not notice anyone there, her attention lost somewhere in her mind, as she started walking again, around some bushes and other plants that had died off for the winter.

Sethran had been admiring his surroundings, when he noticed a woman walking casually into the courtyard. What was odd about this was the fact that she was in some sort of dress, drinking some tea. It was winter, and with that usually came cold weather at least.

Sethran raised his left eyebrow as he saw this, and walked over to the woman.
"Umm... Aren't you cold?"

OOC: Ugh.. short..

A sound ripped through her thoughts, shattering everything that had been in her mind. She dropped her tea cup her hands falling to her sides to draw her scimitars. Which were not there. Her hands made the motion of grabbing her weapons, but found only air. She looked up to where the voice had come from, her red eyes focused and angry, her hands curled up in fists. A human met her eyes, one that was young, and obviously a fighter. She was ready to attack when she realized what she was doing. People always came here seeking her out, why was this any different. Chances were he was here for her, for advice or something along the lines of it.

She eased her hands, letting them uncurl from their previous position. She realized he had asked a question, and she looked away, not believing she had let someone sneak up on her like this. He had asked if she was cold. And at first Veronna wondered why he would ask that. She looked down and saw her bare feet, and remembered she had walked out without putting any extra clothes on. She frown, slightly confused by this. But she would not dwell on it too much at that moment. She looked back up at the human, her eyes not nearly as fierce as they were to begin with.

"I am sorry. I did not see you there when I had walked out." She shook her head, rubbing her forehead, feeling slightly tired once more. "Where are my manners?" She managed a smile, "Please come in." She said, walking to the door she had come out from. She did not want inside because she was cold, but because she did not have her weapons with her. She had forgotten her scimitars inside, and hated being without them. "May I ask why you have come here?" She asked, raising her eyebrows at him, knowing why he was probably there.

Sethran was alarmed for a minute at the woman's sudden reaction to his question. She had taken on a fighting stance momentarily. She seemed to take notice of the situation, though, and then bid him inside. Slightly cautious, Sethran followed the woman.

"May I ask why you have come here?" she asked him.

Sethran wasn't surprised by this. After all, he had just waltzed right into a temple without any knowledge of certain rituals, or such that could be required of a person before entering. He hoped, however, that this was not the case.

"Well, you see..." he said, scratching the back of his neck, "I have this important task coming up in a few days, and I wanted to train myself before then. I had heard a Goddess of Blades resided here, so I came here, hoping I could learn a thing or two from her."
Sethran then remembered that he hadn't introduced himself.
"Oh! I'm Sethran Dracogan, by the way....May I ask who you are?"