07.07.3013: Pep Talk
Summary: Agnes catches up with Chiron on the Ring after her return from Primus, and his from Niveus.
Date: 07 July 2013
Related: None
Agnes Chiron 

First Quadrant of the Halo — The Ring
The Halo is a thick circlet that arcs around the equator of the Ring's main sphere. It is one of the busiest regions of the Ring as it connects the six disks that stretch out from the Halo like spokes on a wheel. The Halo itself feels like a tall, but still somewhat narrow, tunnel with wide mezzanine walkways running along its sides, and the monorail below where sleek trams quickly ferry travelers around the circle. Spaced equally along the Halo are elevator bays with lifts that run up along the exterior longitude of the sphere to the various districts. Transparent composite panels line the outermost wall of the Halo to provide breathtaking views of the Eye and its Lashes as the Ring continues its own orbit around the blue gas giant.
07 July 3013

Sir Agnes Peake is standing in a section of the Halo which is serving as an emergency information center in wartime. She is speaking in quiet tones with several military members, still in her armor, with her right arm immobilized in a sling. There are several dents in her breastplate, and a crossbow-bolt sized hold, but the wounds beneath have been patched up already by medics back on Primus.

Chiron appears walking out of the waygate. The happy and excited man that Agnes met yesterday seems to have disappeared, as Chiron looks distraught and worried. He is wearing the same clothes as yesterday, which can be evidenced by the patches of dirt on his shirt and pants. He also has bags under his eyes which makes it very clear that he hasn't slept sense Agnes and he met in the Underground Garden. He shuffles around, semi-aimlessly but ends up at the information center. His eyes are to the ground, so he doesn't quite yet realize who he's speaking to. He says, "Hello, what's the news on the wa-" He stops abruptly when he realizes that he was standing next to Agnes. "Sir Agnes!" he says, saluting her. "I apologize for not recognizing you sooner… I've had a bit of a rough day."

"Sergeant Chiron," Agnes greets grimly. "We won the day, but the price was high. The infirmaries are overflowing with wounded soldiers." She studies him thoughtfully, and then sets a hand on his shoulder to guide him away from the others, where they can speak. "You look dreadful. What has happened?" she asks, her presence radiating that steady calm of hers.

"Well…" Chiron says, putting a hand over his forehead, "After we had our conversation, I got a call from Lady Una. I had never met her before, so I was confused. Apparently my sister, Lorelei, was involved in a cave in, and she was hurt pretty bad." He sighs, moving his hand from his forhead to the back of his head, running his fingers though his hair. "She is fine, I think. When I got there they had pulled her out, but she was barely conscious. I stayed up all night to hear for news. I spoke with her briefly, she seems to be on the mend. To top it all off, I had guard duty at the Palace, so I couldn't help in the battle."

"I am relieved that your sister is all right, Sergeant," Agnes says sincerely as she steers him to a sofa by an observation window, where one of the moons can be viewed. She puts gentle pressure on his shoulder to make him sit, and joins him with a creak of aching bits from her earlier battering. "And I am glad the Palace was being protected. I am more than passing fond of the King and his family. And I'm also fond of my potential squire not being skewered by hostiles before I can whip him into shape." She smiles wanly at him. "Your sister is in good hands. The people of Niveus have been bred for their hardiness and stubbornness. They will bully her into being better, certainly."

sits down on the sofa, sighing in relief. He nods and laughs at her comment about him not being skewered. "I know that guard duty is as important as being on the front lines." He says, "However, I hate knowing that there's a good chance some of my brothers and sisters in-arms won't be coming back, and there's nothing I can do to prevent it." He looks at her, "I feel like I've failed, in a way. I know it's dumb, but like with my sister: If I had gone with her instead of exploring the caves, maybe she wouldn't have almost died."

Agnes sets a hand on the young man's forearm. "Chiron, your first lesson as my squire is the following. We cannot be everywhere at once. We do the duty we've been given, and walk the path we have chosen. We do not assign ourselves blame for doing so, and trust in the Knight to put us where we are needed. Had you not explored the gardens last night, we would not have met. As a squire, you will become a Knight. As a Knight, you will have your status, and by association, that of your sister, raised."

Chiron waits a second to respond, as if processing what Agnes had just said. "You're right. I need to focus on what is, and not what could have been." He smiles at her, it seems slightly forced, but mostly sincere. He looks at the dented armor and slung arm and says, "Are /you/ ok? Did you need me to get you anything?"

"I'll be right as rain in a few days. One of my nephews is rather talented at medicine. Almost as much as he is at blowing things up," Agnes says with a much-put-upon sigh. "I won't be firing a bow or swinging a sword for a bit, but the world is probably a safer place for the former." Shewaves over a volunteer who is carrying a tray of coffees and accepts two, handing one to the young man. "I had a Hostile with an enormous blade who just would not drop, and while trying to stop him, one of his brethren clubbed me like a baby Nivean seal."

Chiron accepts the coffee and takes a sip, "Thank you," He says to both the volunteer and Agnes. "Well, I'm glad to see you walking around. A lesser person might take it as an excuse to be lazy." He sits back and seems to sink down into the sofa, the fatigue from staying up all night finally catching up with him. "Was it a decisive victory at least? And did you gut the bastard that got you?"

"I do not believe lazy is in my vocabularly, Chiron," Agnes admits with a small smile. She sips her coffee, letting the warmth ease her aches a little bit. "I would call it decisive, if the numbers were not so heavily in our favor. There were a thousand hostiles to somewhere closer to eight thousand Havenites. We still too a great deal of casualties. And yes, myself and Sir Orren, as well as Lady Sir Ellinor dropped the creature. Three against one seems the most effective way to fight them."

Chiron chuckles softly at her 'lazy' comment. "Three to one… that doesn't seem like very good odds. Do we have any substantial intel on them? Or are are we still receiving the early visitors?" He takes another drink of the coffee, now that he realizes how comfy the sofa is, and how sleepy he is.

"Intel is mostly guesswork at this point," Agnes notes with a grimace. "It's been some 500 years since we fought them last and they, like us, have evolved. We are still waiting to hear from the scientific sorts on autopsies of the deceased enemy we have brought to them." She looks the young man over carefully. "You need sleep, Chiron. I will brook no arguments in that. Go, rest." She digs out a keycard and hands it to him. "I have a room on level 47. You can use it tonight, as I'm going to be here until sunrise likely, in talks with the rest of the military leadership."

Chiron raises a finger in protest, "But…" He says, pausing, thinking it over, "You're right… again." He'll grab the key card, nodding to her. "Thank you… for the room, for talking with me. It means a lot."

"If you accept me as your Knight, you become my responsibility. I don't see any reason to put off worrying about you," Agnes quips. She makes a shooing motion at him, before easing herself up off the sofa to resume her talks with the military heads.

"I guess this is true. Still, It's nice to be able to talk to someone about it. I'm generally the person people come see to talk." Chiron says as he gets up. "Talk to you later, Sir Agnes?"

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