The Frosty Skies (David/Fran)

[David Krisby]

(OoC: This is during Through the Snow Once Again. David and Fran take to the air after the battle to search for Richter.)

The two took to the skies, David riding on the back of Fran. He scanned the bloody battlefield looking for any trace of Richter's trademark pink hair, but he couldn't see him anywhere.

"I'll bet this wasn't exactly what you thought when you suggested that I fly you sometime!" He tried to yell over the frigid wind. It wasn't exactly easy, it was so cold this high up without his cloak.

[Fran]

"Haha..." Fran smiled weakly. She didn't thought that the air would be this cold for David. She didn't feel anything, the cold temperature that would freeze people didn't affect her at all. "You should have brought your cloak," she said. The words wouldn't have any meaning now, but she wanted to say it at least.

Carrying him on her back, the pink haired woman looked down on the battlefield, dead bodies eveywhere, weapons without its owner scattering in every corner. The soldiers were running and shouting, calling a name. The commander had to be a respected person, these people were searching for him seriously, despite their injured bodies.

"Hey, do you want to wear my cloak?" Fran remembered that she didn't really need it, but when she glanced at David, she knew her cloak wouldn't fit his size. "Ah, forget it. I will fly lower to the ground. It might be warmer down there." Actually, that wouldn't make any difference at all.

[David Krisby]

"Heh, I have no idea where my cloak is. Somewhere torn in half on the battlefield probably."

Fran lowering her altitude helped a little, but it was cold even on the ground, so it didn't make much difference. "You're lucky, you know. Can't feel any cold. I can only do that when I'm drunk, and my alcohol was lost along with my cloak."

"You know, I really thought I was gonna die in this battle. I got really lucky with that bandit falling on me. I mean, I would've died if you didn't find me, but I would've died if he didn't happen to at that moment." It was as if lady luck was guiding David to his rival for their last show down. "That man who's gonna want to kill me. He's still searching for me, I can feel it."

[Fran]

"That's lucky. At least enemy would think you are a corpse, or maybe they didn't even bother to look at you. Anyway, the bandit saved you, I think," she said. In this height, the ground looked closer, they should be able to find him easier. Some soldiers looked at them, some was still surprised. The pink haired woman was a dragon. Fran had made some friends with the soldiers, sometimes they tried to hit on her. Now, they knew they would have to add a dragon in their friend lists.

"That man?" Fran remembered that David had ever mentioned something about someone who wanted to kill him, he was after the mercenary's life. "The one you told me about in the bar? You sure?" This was disturbing, she never had someone who seriously wanted to end her life, but the ice dragon could understand that it was unpleasant feeling. "Don't worry David, I doubt he would be stupid enough to attack you with this many soldiers around, and also two dragons."

[David Krisby]

They were close enough to the ground that David could see the soldiers staring at them. It must've been a sight to see.

"Jones..." He said, in response to Fran. "He wouldn't be that stupid. He might already be watching me, but he'd wait until I'm alone. This is between me and him."

He wondered if he should tell Fran why this person was after him. He'd told her this much already, why not go the whole distance. "He's trying to kill me... because I killed him." There, that was vague enough to where he didn't actually tell anything about that girl.

[Fran]

"Eh...?" Fran couldn't catch what David meant by killing the person who was after his life. That didn't make sense at all, unless his opponent was some kind of zombie or immortal creature. "Hahaha, he must me kidding." Fran tried to not think about it seriously, but it seemed he didn't joke, David was serious.

"Wait! A dead people wants you to die? I don't understand." Fran stopped in midair, glancing to the man who sitting on her back. "C-Can you explain it again? You...killed him?" she asked, having a confused and scared expression.

[David Krisby]

David understood why Fran laughed at him. He was being a little overdramatic.

"Yeah, I killed him, in a sense. We both used to work for Ostia, in the army. We got in a fight, and I injured his arm badly. I believe the healer said that he'd never be able to hold a weapon again. After that, he was never kind to me again, and every time I attempted to talk to him he would never respond. I think that he started learning magic afterwards so that he could take revenge on me. That's why I fled to Ilia."

There were plenty of things David left out on purpose. There were some things that just couldn't be said.