Rook {B.B} (3)

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Ye Who Enter Here (3,3)

Returning to her home, Tyra no longer faltered at the sight of the wilted flowers and crumbling structure, it was still odd to see Loukas fully alive outside with two horses tied to the side, but Tyra felt like being able to walk on to the garden without hearing the pained screams of her past all around her was an improvement.

"Loukas, what are you doing?" Loukas gave the grey horse a last pat on the chest, tightening some supplies on its back, while Tyra went up to the matching horse by its side.

"I'm readying the horses. I read Lexa's letter, I'll go to Polis with you."

"No."

"It wasn't a question."

"Neither was mine."  Tyra heaved herself up on the horse, rushing to leave the house behind, in a naive hope that Loukas would catch the hint and stay behind.

But instead, only a few meters out she heard the neigh of a horse behind her, Loukas on top while swaying on its back as they caught up to her.

"Like it or not, I'm going to Polis with you."

"I was the one who was invited, not you." Tyra pressed her heels against the side of her horse, causing it to increase speed while she expertly wove between trees.

She knew Loukas wasn't as skilled a rider as she was, especially when he hadn't been on a horse's back in years. But once again, Tyra had severely underestimated Loukas' stubbornness, who even if he was halfway off the horse's back, had managed to catch up to the two.

"I'm older, so I get to say what we do."

"You should start acting like it then."

"Don't mother me!"

"Don't try to father me either then!"

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The two didn't stop arguing all the way to Polis, Tyra switching between English and Trigedasleng only to annoy Loukas further with how he couldn't precisely reply in the same languages she used to taunt him.

Until they finally reached the edge of Polis, where they were supposed to stop to free themselves of their weapons. Tyra being a renounced warrior and her motive being Lexa's protection, she didn't need to drop hers off, Loukas was another case.

"Can't you use your influence so I can keep my sword at least?"

Tyra smiled sweetly, leaning down on her horse, so she was closer to Loukas as he stuck various knives into the ground below the sign that stated there were no weapons beyond that point.

"No." With a last sigh, Loukas took his sword out from his back, sticking it in the centre of the circle he had created with his knives.

"What a great sister."

"I'm the best, I know."

Tyra was greeted with open arms back in Polis, various vendors recognizing her as one of their usual clients as they kept offering her various foods as they rode by, but sadly, she was in too much of a rush to see Lexa to stop and indulge in all the different foods.

Loukas on the other hand wasn't received quite as nicely. Glares were shot towards him left and right, people pulling children and their friends back as he passed behind Tyra, muttering about what he used to be and speculations that weren't true at all.