Artist: Carrotwine - Song: Dark Side Of The Road
The lady had certainly assumed a position of attention moments before. Standing upright, chest out, shoulders back, chin up, stomach in, and with an assertive and powerful look. Sofia didn’t just embody the hope of the Quincy and their survival. She was the personification of their discipline, their commitment, and their prowess. Despite being one of its youngest members, and likely the youngest Captain to ever be appointed, it looked as though she would sooner than later become the youngest leader to guide her people. And while the moniker of prodigy
did define her, from her stern but fair behavior, to her impetus and firm grip, and adherence to the rules, she was still young. Despite her power, and her achievements, most tended to forget that at the age of 23, she had already surpassed the leader that stood for her people for over a millenia. And in her latest encounter, she had even managed to reach a stalemate with a man that had claimed the title of emperor years after the progenitor, Yhwach.
She could understand the pressure, and the weight that was likely levied on Hayden’s shoulders. She wasn’t vastime, but she didn’t need to be to understand. While there were certainly much less Quincy than people within his ranks, the concept and duties were still highly similar. In positions of power, especially those where the well being and direction of the many directly depended on the will of its leader, it was very simple to break down and destroy any work that had been done. Most people couldn’t handle the pressure. Some just became so anxious that it simply ate away at them. Sofia did not meet that definition, and from what little she knew of her ally, neither did he. As Sofia had explained to Ghislain, to lead meant more than just winning battles. After all, power could only earn you so much respect. At a certain point, people started to confuse respect for fear, and eventually, everything spiraled into a chaos that could only bring destruction. No. To lead required a leader that was as strong mentality as physically. To lead required a force of will that was only matched by the tenacity to do what was needed. It required the effort to exert discipline to maintain the state of your people, and be the reflection of prominence and commitment one ought to be for them. She could only hope she would always meet said requirements, and as for Hayden? Her best wishes were that he never forgot about what was truly important; that he never lost sight of his light.”The pleasure is all mine. Nowadays everything is business, but frankly, I’m here just for pleasure.”
With a quick but perhaps just the slightest bit playful grin, the girl would extend her hand towards his for a handshake. Though they had already greeted each other, there was a big difference between the level of respect and closeness of the two greetings. One was rather formal and impersonal, and the other was much, well, personal
. Hands smooth as silk, appearances were likely to be deceiving. After all, she looked as though a rougher than usual grip on her hand would have broken just about every bone. But as Hayden likely already knew, that would not be the case. In any case, as she eyed the building he had exited from, and even the guards he had saluted earlier, there was a very simple connection to draw between them. For the most part, they were both buried with work. Frankly, work wasn’t something that bored her, as everything having to do with her people was well worth the invested time. Still, any wise men would know that to truly function and improve, there certainly needed to be times of relaxation and enjoyment with things besides work related activities. Of course, that didn’t mean they needed to go drinking and dancing. There was nothing wrong with it, but if
they did, she would imagine it would need to be somewhere more private and secluded. While Sofia no longer cared about what she was seen doing outside of her working time, within logic and reason of course, she imagined his figure would need a bit more care in the sense that more people would be looking out for what he did, and judging him for whatever they deemed he did wrong. It was an unfortunate byproduct of leading. All promising and positive decisions were seen as normal and expected. But any even condemnable negative action would see repercussions and defamation that threatened the decision making and wits of that in the leading position.”I noticed I had yet to visit. A bit overdue I think. I might’ve needed the time off. Maybe you do too, but if you’re busy, I can wait. I’m not leaving anytime soon.”
The only real problem was that fun and enjoyment were highly subjective, and certainly up to the interpretation of that to whom its definition was asked of. While Sofia didn’t mind drinking and dancing at all, it was far from being one of her favored ways of killing time. There were plenty of things she enjoyed more, even if most would see them as trivial, boring, or depending on the choice, outright dangerous. She loved art: either listening or watching someone create it, or better yet, doing it herself. Primarily, she enjoyed playing music. It didn’t have
to be her violin, as being a musical prodigy entailed being proficient in a wide variety of them. She simply enjoyed it more. On the other hand, one of her most loved practices was sparring in a form of combat. Especially those where she was at a disadvantage, and where she had to pool her power, wits, and skills together not just to win, but to survive. Whether on the battlefield or on stage, Sofia always placed art above all things. But it was in the heat of battle, when the odds were against her and her mind raced to try and tempt her into acting too quickly, or thinking too quickly, and making the wrong decisions; those were the times she loved. There was simply a rush of the purest of adrenalines as she tried to overcome the obstacles and fight back in the smartest and most artistic way she could fathom for the time being. It was sublime, and just like art, depending on its rendition and its delivery in battle, it could project either temporary or ever lasting effects. In hindsight, its meaning was much deeper than it was often given credit to, or rather much more than people cared to think about. However, while she knew Hayden was an avid combatant, he likely had different reasons for sparring. Regardless of whether he enjoyed it as much as her or not, it was likely he had different means or methods to commence it, and perhaps would not be as willing as she was. In any case, it was a welcomed possibility. Would it actually come to pass? Time would tell.