Medi and Azraellia - Evening, Ledaal General’s Tent, Castle Breton Grounds
“If it’s all the same, I prefer Medi over Maediacles. And thanks for the tea!” Medi replies to Shan Yui with a wide smile, taking a cup of the tea he was offered. He takes a long sip, listening to Shan speak. He only half listens though, as he notices the tea is slightly bitter and can’t help but focus on his desire to add sugar to it. Though he knows sugar will be hard to come by, especially with supplies running lower by the day.
“Oh, well I’m a spirit of friendship!” Azraelia replies when offered the tea. “So while I don’t really drink, the offer has actually been just as beneficial for me.” She smiles briefly and a little nervously as Shan Yui begins to ask them about what occurred on the battle field. She shook a little. She wasn’t used to being in trouble. She didn’t even know if she was in trouble, or if Medi was. But she felt an odd fear and tension. Despite Shan’s calm and almost emotionless demeanor, a tension hung in the air.
“I can explain,” Medi begins, setting his white blind eyes on the General. “as you can plainly see, I am blind. Although, as you can also see, I can perceive the world around me almost perfectly. As an Exalted, I am able to use my power with the air around me to ‘sense’ my surroundings and see without seeing. Although, one drawback of this is that is high natural winds, my sight can get distorted. The winds of the battle, not to mention the chaos of the battle itself, threw my sense off for a time. Daana had informed us that we should help with the artillery as well. Some of the catapults needed firing. Having lost their crews or otherwise become unmanned. This was in conjunction with the order to help deliver supplies. I took it upon myself to send Azraellia and the others off with supplies while I fired the already loaded artillery. I saw no use in wasting time doing one after the other. And I know I would be faster on my lonesome. Although, heading back towards Azraellia, winds and return fire disrupted my sense. I ended up heading in the completely wrong direction. And so I ended up on the front lines. This was not the fault of anyone but my own poor luck.” Medi’s words were harsher and more direct than he usually is. He knows how to talk to nobles and generals. They care not for his gleeful and playful nature. And in a time when he is likely already not on their good side, he is not going to risk testing Shan Yui’s patience.
Azraellia looks on at Medi with concern and understanding. She hopes in her spirit heart that the explanation is sufficient. But even deeper, she hopes it is not. Medi is gaining more and more injuries. As his shoulder is finally healing, he is getting more scrapes, cuts, bruises, and fractures. His body is breaking down and part of her would like nothing more than to hear that the two of them will be sent away to heal. Yet she knows that that is the last thing Medi wants. He would hate to be told that he can’t fight. It would even drive him to try and fight even harder. She looks on at Shan Yui, trying to discern what he will think or say. But the General’s face gives nothing away, much to her dismay.
