//OCC: Sorry this one is a bit lengthy! Just character building-
Looking around, while still a bit uneasy, the mage was able to smile back weakly to the Breton. The group continued to discuss the future plans to wipe out a group of the Thalmor. While it was risky, it was surely worth the fight. With so many running rampant and quickly taking powerful positions, an opportunity like that was extremely rare.
Rayyia was purely excited. A chance for her to take out some awful Thalmor? Count her in! She'd almost suggested bringing her band of bandits along with her; however, she dismissed the thought. If The Flames were captured, her only family would be goners and it would be all her fault. Rather, she'd make sure that they were safe.
She was already captured once from wandering alone, but that was from the vampirism freak. She was only gone for a few days, which was normal for groups of The Flames to do so every now and then. She just hoped she would return to see them once again.
Eilonwy on the other hand, was a bit... indecisive about the idea. She was still a bit woozy, but it was nothing a few magicka potions couldn't fix....... right? But again, she had her entire future hanging on the thread of surviving the battle with the Thalmor. Even if the Thalmor lost; who was to say a few of her own group of outcasts were to be killed or captured?
Did she want to risk it all for that? Though, she wanted to help; make a difference in the war-stricken land of Skyrim. She didn't want to a be a hassle, but she wanted to prove herself that she could withstand the constant use of magic; especially to her professors at the college.
"Count me in for some Thalmor slaughter~!" Rayyia mused, twirling her dagger between her fingers as her other hand rested on her hip. "Count me in as well," Eilonwy added, which gained an instantaneous turn of the head from the Rednord.
The feisty young woman walked over and knelt down to her, shaking her head. "No," Rayyia responded in a quiet tone, about to stand up. "Do not tell me what I can and cannot do Rayyia," Eilonwy persisted. Yes, Eilonwy was older by a year and usually guided Rayyia; but this time, Rayyia was attempting to sway Eilonwy away from danger.
"Just go back home to Dawnstar; sell your potions or whatever. Or go back to the college and tell them what is going on. You are in no condition to go and these people know." Rayyia spoke in a hushed tone, trying to keep the argument private.
"I am very capable of myself. I am now well rested, and I will drink potions on the way. This is important and I need to go." "Just because you had a rush of adrenaline when you were shooting your destruction spells doesn't mean you can waltz around and do the same to the other Thalmor members" "I know how the Thalmor work. I grew up with them." "You are still in no condition to go. You have never killed anyone in your life either."
The Altmer mage opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. Surprisingly, for how Tamriel is, she hadn't... that she knew of. Yes, she has placed runes in scary places and defended herself for those who attacked first, but she has never intentionally took the life of another that was alive and not of the undead or a beast or an animal.
"You're too sweet for those things Eilonwy..." "I am going. No one will tell me otherwise." Eilonwy spoke, her eyes staring into the fire beside her.