Snippet #1352125

Luce took solace in the tedious work that was sewing. With each delicate yet swift motion of her hand, the piece was coming together. Soft music was drifting through the air from the the caravaner's camp. Between the sewing and the music, she found herself in a trance, focusing only on that before her.

Tarik's sudden appearance startled her. At the sound of his voice, she lifted her eyes to his, ceasing her hands. The shock that he was actually speaking directly to her, caused her to to simply stare at up at him for a moment. Amused, she wondered if this is how the group felt when she spoke. His words began to sink in. Lucina started to speak a clever, evasive answer, but the words caught in her throat. Tarik was a stranger to her, why should she have an emotional discussion with him or why would he even trouble himself with her issues? Searching for answers in his blue eyes, she let out a heavy sigh and sank in defeat. She let her head rest back on the rock's surface behind her.

Still looking up to keep his stare, she spoke flatly with growing anger, "What happened in Fridana was no different than what happenes repeatedly in Sinopia. Only in Sinopia the victims are woman and children and fathers and mothers. He was nothing. Nothing but a fool who worshiped the cause of Sinopia's heartache and despair..." She trailed off, breaking their stare. She assumed when they left Fridana that Tarik had been aware of what she had done to their high priest, it just dawned on her that this might not be so. Either way, he was likely piecing it together now.

With a soft gesture of her head, she motioned for him to sit beside her atop the cool sand. The twin diverted her eyes to her hands that were ringing in her lap. "This mission... This quest to kill the sun. It may sound ridiculous to you. It may very well be impossible and it might very well lead to our deaths," referring more to her brother and Danjus and herself," But I have to try. I have to at least attempt to rectify this incredible wrong that has been done towards my people." Once the words began to flow, she found it easy to pour it all to this stranger. "Lucas lost his wife and children, we both lost our father and yet our story is a tear in the river amongst the others of the village. There has to be a way to stop it. Back in Fridana... It's just this anger builds in me. Seeing how those people praised the one thing I hate... I just couldn't bare it and I know what I done was wrong and I shouldn't judge a person for their beliefs but... It's like I couldn't control it. It felt like a greater force was moving me to do what needed to be done." She paused and ran her fingers through the roots of her hair, "I feel like it's up to me. I'm no great warrior by far, but I feel like something is pushing me to see this through."

Lucina turned her face toward him, meeting his eyes once again. Tarik had yet to speak, likely because she was speaking so quickly that she could barely get a breath in. Luce did not expect him to understand and did not want his pity, mostly she just wanted some kind of reassurance that she wasn't crazy, or at the very least that he did not think so. Though her eyes were glossy, her face shown determination and sincerity. " I don't know your motives behind allowing us to trail along with you thus far, or if you even have any. I do not know if you will decide to stay with us when the time comes to part ways but... Thank you."

Returning her eyes to her lap, she waiting for his response, if he was going to give any. She realized she had said a lot, much more than she wanted to, but yet just a fraction of what ran through her mind frequently.