She nodded at Marth, accepting the answer he gave her one hundred percent. If Marth felt Martin was to be trusted, then she would trust Martin. His smile further reassured her, and she cast her gaze down momentarily to his hand that had come to rest on her shoulder. She found it mildly surprising that he initiated such contact with her, but calming, none the less. “I don’t think you need to worry about that. If you haven’t noticed, I’m not afraid to speak my mind if I feel the time warrants it,” she said, with a cheeky grin, patting the back of his hand with her own.
She listened as Marth described to her the options that existed for her quarters for the evening. While rooming near the armory would be advantageous for morning, she thought that being a bit closer to Marth would not be a bad thing - in fact, it would probably ease her mind more so. Though he had told her Martin could be trusted and she was going to push herself to trust him, it was going to take time for it to become habit.
She raised her eyebrows at his comment, a bit of a flush coming to her cheeks. She said nothing for a moment, unable to tell if the comment was a tongue-in-cheek joke, and found herself sensing the slightest bit of truth behind it. She gave him a bit of a smile, her eyes darting away from his own. “As lovely as that sounds, I think I’ll pass this night,” she said, with a soft laugh. “Need to get some sleep, you know?”
As Marth began towards the northeastern wing, she stood still for a moment before finally making up her mind and following him down the hall. “I will, however, find a room down this way, I think. I’d rather not be on opposite ends of the place from you, just in case,” she said, though immediately knew that she was going completely back on what she had discussed with him earlier.
When the two had reached the spot where they would take leave of each other, she gave him another quick smile. “Goodnight, Marth,” she said softly, heading off to where she would spend her evening.
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Dalanesca awoke with a start, the windows outside indicating that the sun was just beginning to rise. She felt different, somehow - and what had happened over the course of the night was an explanation for that. It was as though time had stood still and she had been transported to a different place. Many had spoken to her there, though she had no inkling as to the appearances of those speaking. A great power, of some sort, had been instilled upon her - a responsibility to uphold and maintain the world’s balance between good and evil. The power had been sent with no instruction, but somehow she knew what it was she had to do - but whatever entity had instilled such a task upon her had also urged her to continue the mission at hand - she was no longer tied to time the way that mortals were, and could move back and forth from her realm without her companions even noticing.
She lay in her bed, both her heart and mind racing. She sat up quickly, throwing her blankets off of her. She quickly gathered her clothing and armaments from the bureau in the corner where she had neatly stacked them, getting dressed in a hurry. She glanced in the mirror as she straightened her hair - it was slight, but she could see that she looked different. Her hair fell nearly perfectly in waves around her shoulder, and her skin, still its pale white color, had a distinct glow about it. Her eyes widened at the realization that popped into her head. How was she going to explain this to Marth?
She exited her room, possible scenarios of how to explain this change running through her mind, but stopped abruptly as she saw Marth exiting his quarters just down the hall from her. She gave him a bit of a wave and hurried down the hall to him. “Good morning,” she called as she made her way down. Without giving him a chance to say anything to her when she approached him, she placed a hand on his shoulder and walked him backwards into his room before he had a chance to shut the door. She closed it behind her, and tried to come up with the best way to explain the situation to him.
“I need to tell you something,” she said, looking straight at him. “Look. Something happened to me last night,” she said. “I’m… well, I’m not really sure how to explain it, but something changed.” She furrowed her brow, as though she were trying to think of how to explain the situation to him. “I had a dream or something - but then it turned out that it wasn’t really a dream, and…” she trailed off, her gaze drifting from his eyes, reliving the experience in her mind again. “I was chosen,” she said, explaining it in the only manner she could think of to do so. She let out an exasperated sigh, clearly frustrated with the difficulty of trying to explain it. “Look, I don’t know how to say it any other way. I’m… well, I’m a God. A fucking God” she said, the curse word emphasising the absolute silliness she felt trying to tell Marth. “How ridiculous does that sound?”
She sat down upon the floor, not even bothering to look for a chair or perhaps the bed to sit on. She was so blatantly overwhelmed, yet oddly at peace. “I know, you probably think I’ve cracked,” she said, laughing a bit. “Fortunately, I did not go mad in the dead of night,” she said, and immediately stood back up. “It was like time froze, and I went somewhere else and I was still here at the same time.” She paused, taking a moment to study his reaction to what he was being told. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she realized - somehow, within herself - that she could show him that things had changed. She swiftly took his hand, holding it tight within her own, and grasped it tightly - and somehow, she knew that he could see the truth behind her words. If he looked closely, he would see it - the glow in her skin, blemishes gone; the bounce of her hair, more full of life than before; the look in her eyes - filled with power unmeasurable. All signes pointed to it, he just had to see it.
After a moment, she let go of his hand and took a step back, looking at him with interest. She knew not what his reaction would be. “It’s not going to interfere with finding the shard,” she said. “In fact.. It’s going to help,” she added - and she was certain that it would, for she could see that it would.
After a bit had passed, she spoke again. Her voice sounded more sure than before - more confident. “So… where do we go, now?” she asked, hoping he would fully accept what he had been told.