Assassin's Creed: The Crusades (private only.)

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Iona was now in a place surrounded by bitter and unripe apples, this was the best she could do. Her legs shook less, but her right arm, the one with the gash, was aflame with bursts of a pulsing pain. She ignored it as best as she could, focusing her body and mind on collecting food.

She had managed to get quite higher than she expected to be, for the apples seemed lower than they were. The branch that supported her's stability was questionable, but firm enough if she didn't move much. She was now near the top of the tree, picking bitter fruit with her injured arm, as her she relied on her left to keep her from falling. Every time she'd pluck one of the small, dull green orbs, she'd drop it to the soil, so she could collect them after finding a safe way down

[House Stark]

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Dalia kepr walking, looking for Iona, until she found her. she began to walk towards her. "Iona?"

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Iona took a few careful steps down to see who had called her name, she was delighted to see it was Dalia. Dropping the apple that was in her hand with the rest, she eased herself down, finding it much more difficult to get down than heading toward the sky. She eventually made it down, almost falling once she was on land, her left arm shot out for the trunk, and she stabled herself before hitting the ground.

"And I thought I'd be left to my own devices. How is your wound? Are the rest healing fine enough?" it would make her day if she heard that at least the others were fairing better than she. She was about to retrieve a woven basket to keep the apples, but she was worn and simply wanted to eat. She stooped down to bite into one of the dry, stiff, bitter 'apples' she collected.

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"everyone is healed up fine, but... some people were lost during the fight with the templars." Dalia sighed, remembering what Altair said about Kadar.

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It took her a while to understand what Dalia meant by 'lost', but it wasnt long before she figured it out. "They had an honorable death. We killed many Templars, and theres no such thing as a morn-less victory." She had quoted what she was told by another guard as she watched Cephas's public hanging. Her gaze cast downward as she took in the seriousness of what had happened in the battlefield when she fled from the scene.

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Dalia sighed. "a man I only knew for a few seconds died during the mission. Altair seemed only upset over the fact he was stripped from his rank, but who knows. He could be upset over a lot of things."

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She had eaten the whole apple, including the core. She was now on her second one.

"That's a shame, sometimes the passing of those we could have known better are the worst... This "Altair" might be more troubled about loosing his title, but it very well could be he's reluctant to show his sorrow, many men express rage while in mourning; for a woman, it is almost expected of us to weep and show our grief publicly, but men are seen as weaklings if anyone spies such a thing. It's likely best if he's left a few months of solitude to straighten himself out, and only then will he be ready to talk truthfully. Most men heal while they're left alone." She knew quite well the differences between man and woman emotions, she spent many a days watching others lives, learning thier stories, and eavesdropping on emotional conversation. Most of this was observed while patently hiding amongst shadows, waiting for an opportunity to steal herself a meal.

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Dalia nodded sadly agreeing, lowering her eyes. "it's a shame that we women have expectations coming from men. I had to deal with men like that long ago, mostly from my father. I was raised to cook, clean... Raise children... when my older sisters left home, I would have to care for their children until they got back. Most of them are older than me, they could've been the ones caring for their younger siblings, but my father would send them to work so I can care for the children my sisters leave at home until they come back. It was part of my 'training' to be a mother some day. He went too far with arranging a marriage for,me, so I ran away for an opportunity to actually live without being controlled."

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She was now on her fourth apple; the taste was dry and sour, but it was better than not eating at all. She began to tremble slightly less, and her arm was harder to use, now that her conscious mind had a chance to focus on her pain. She gazed further up the path Daliacame from as she spoke to her, her voice sounding a bit thicker than it was before.

"I can't say I fully understand the status of women, those things were never expected of me. I spent only the first two years of my life in a house with what one may call a 'family'. But I've heard enough about it to hate those who put up with it as much as those who enforce it." she had finished her forth apple inbetween her words and was now on her fifth.