Long May She Reign {Ruan}

[Ruan]

Ruan

it's not by bone but yet by blade
can break the magic that the devil made

She looked at her side in answer, and his eyes followed to note the lost patches of fur. It didn't detract from her appearance.

Their eyes met when she looked back at him again. "Nothing beats the wind in your face." He almost smirked a little, a small lift in the corner of his mouth, but his amusement was more obvious in the subtle softening around his eyes. She reminded him of Hawke, a wild and beautiful girl he'd met in a time he'd needed someone most. A kind heart to look passed his pain.

"And yes, unfortunately," she answered, admitting easily that she had caught the sickness. His muscles relaxed and he shifted, standing a little more openly now confirming that he wouldn't infect her. His own symptoms were less obvious; a wild fever he controlled easily with his ice, the occasional cough that was only just beginning to gradually get worse the longer he was infected.

His interest bloomed when she said she refused to fear the plague. That she wouldn't let it get her down. She was a bold person, fearless, and his smile grew. Then she introduced herself, Mary, and he dipped his head in respect and thanks.

"Ruan," he replied back. He studied her for another long moment, then glanced to the side and back again, his faint smile genuine. "Would you like to join me in another run?" He hadn't run with anyone since Hawke, since Aranea. Not as horse, anyway. Wolf was a different story.

"I could use the exercise," he jested in a deadpan tone. Even infected he was clearly impeccably fit.

and it's not by fire but what's forged in flame
can drown the sorrows of a huntsman's pain