Lavorra makes plans

Pacing move: [5] Advance a plot

Lavorra plans to find and destroy the Menhir.

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“Try one of these.” Zeya passes an apple her way, as the girls - Lavorra now entirely back in her Wood Elf form - sit on the table cross-legged and semi-dressed. Against all the odds, there is something nice about this, as they see in the morning together. She misses her companions fiercely, but is very glad to have found Zeya, despite the circumstances.

“They taste great. Red Coast apples, my favourite thing in all the world. And it’ll help clean your mouth.” Zeya adds, archly. “Though I suppose there’s at least one taste you might not be in a hurry to get rid of.”

Lavorra frowns at her, teeth already sunken into the apple. “Nuh funnuh.” She mumbles, chewing quickly, “wus gettin infuhmashun.”

“Mhm. You were just distracting a guard. You were just sweetening the deal. You were bargaining. I’ve heard them all, Lavvy. Done most of them too, I’ll admit.” She grins, “you’ll have to tell me all about your new Daemon boyfriend when we get out of this. I’ll give you this, he’s not bad as the rest of them. Not bad looking, either, if you like your men bumpy and spiked.”

“Can we please stop talking about this.” Lavorra insists, though she has to admit, the playful banter between them is doing wonders to lift her mood. “Besides, it worked and I know where to go. There’s a Menhir outside of the village. It’s the reason none of you can leave - might be connected to how the Daemons got here too. That’s my step one: finding it, and destroying it.”

“Well I could have told you that, and you wouldn’t have had to suck me off.” Zeya chuckles, then ducks as Lavorra throws the apple core at her head. “What’s a Menhir, anyway?”

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Dressed and resupplied, armed with a broadsword dug from the depths of Zeya’s baggage, Lavorra adjusts her armour, giving her chest a little more breathing room than the Alraune allowed. It really really isn’t practical, leaving her chest pretty well exposed, but the piece serves in part as a kind of security blanket now, reminding her of the safety of the Alraune’s grotto.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” She promises for about the fifteenth time, clasping Zeya’s hand. “Once the Menhir is destroyed, I’ll come back for you and others. Once you’re safe, I’ll regroup and figure out how to get to Melira.”

“You won’t be alone for that.” Zey promises, her face uncommonly serious, as she pulls the Wood Elf into a tight hug. “Please, please be safe. I don’t want to have to give Skrain the bad news. What are you going to do about that whole situation anyway?”

Lavorra blinks, then throws her hands up in the air. “You really can’t fucking help yourself can you?”

Zeya seems to be on the verge of a witty reply, but stops herself. “Do be safe.”

“I will.” Lavorra promises, taking a breath, then peering out of the ruined house, checking that the coast is clear. “Convenient that they only come by at night. Don’t say anything weird it’s just an observation.”

She steps outside, turning back to give Zeya a reassuring smile. “See you soon.”

With a shared wave, she sets off, and is a few feet away before she hears Zeya call after her.

“Make sure you come back in one piece. We need to pick up where we left off, before I fell asleep on you.”

Lavorra blushes red as can be, hurrying off with Zeya’s cackling behind her.