Closed Eyes - 16

When Cece's only reply was a blank stare, Dravin patted his sword hilt and tapped the eagle in flight on his chest. "We are all King Xvenaad's men, but we each have our parts to watch over. My Seat is to watch over the Kreesh men, those of us that know the long sword and are dedicated to its purpose. We stand behind the Captain, of course, for he is the main leader of the whole army, but one man cannot train each individual weapon we have on hand…" Dravin trailed off, a slight flush in his cheeks as he realized how much he was rambling. 

Clearing his throat and standing impossibly straight, making him seem even taller than Bramaad, Dravin gestured toward Cece. "I have heard rumor of your name, stranger, but I prefer to be properly introduced." 

"I am Cece Marks," she said simply, giving her current last name. She had confused Loyie enough claiming a new last name in a few short months, and she felt foolish explaining every detail to a dream that should know what it meant to marry and take a new name. 

"Cece Marks," Dravin repeated, bowing again that made him adjust the sword on his hip, "it is good to finally know a stranger's name. Let the Eagle protect you and keep watch over you." 

Cece raised an eyebrow. She had heard the men say as much to Loyie, but thought it was more of a sign of the small woman's station and a sign of respect. Unsure of what to say in reply, Cece simply murmured, "And may it watch over you in battle and lead you to glory." It was not the usual response Loyie had given, but Cece was not one to simply repeat what she had heard, and chose words based off what she felt would have more impact. Dravin did not seem to notice the difference, however. 

Straightening, Dravin's dark brown eyes drifted to Cece and seemed to drink her in and assess every detail about her all at the same time, making her shift under that uncomfortable gaze. She felt her cheeks heat and her pulse race as if he were Patrick giving her the most loving look possible. 

Just as she was about to tell Dravin to stop looking at her so intently, he simply smiled and let his gaze turn to sweep across the many small mud huts surrounding them. Cece hadn't noticed if others were watching, but didn't dare look now that her cheeks were as red as her sunburn. 

"It seems you gather attention wherever you stand, Cece Marks. Wandering about will not be the best idea. Even in the presence of the King himself these men would be suspicious of you. It will take time for them to trust, but not today." Dravin's eyes continued to search amongst the huts as if searching for someone. "Not after what happened today," he finished in a murmur, his hands clenching tighter on his sword hilt. 

Cece frowned, not understanding what the man meant, but gave her no room to question him as he beckoned her to follow him. She felt a sudden sense of unease and tension about the man, but he sauntered along a well-used path as if a cat stalking a mouse. 

"You are a very dangerous man," Cece murmured to herself, though nearly cursed when Dravin turned and raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

"We are all deadly in our own way, Cece. Even someone that knows nothing about the tactics of war or weapons can be very deadly. Someone with the wrong information, even with the best of intentions, can ruin a mission that could be deadly to every man going with it." 

Dravin's eyes seemed to darken, making Cece wonder if he were speaking from experience, or if he meant it as a warning for Cece. 

Cece only nodded, not daring to reply. Patrick had often talked about how cops are sometimes more deadly to themselves than the man holding a gun to your head. The simple act of letting down your guard could get everyone killed. 

As if making sure that Cece would remain silent, Dravin stroked the hilt of his weapon and gave her a wolfish smile that made her snap her mouth shut. 

"Will I at least get to learn about the purpose of this… village?" Cece asked finally, as soon as Dravin's intent stare left her face for a few moments. 

Dravin only chuckled and started moving forward along the path once more. "We are not a village, though I'm sure sometimes the men feel like it is. We've been here too long, but a cornered mouse can do nothing but back further into the corner and hope the cat's paw doesn't catch it too fast." 

"Or you can try and bite the paw," Cece murmured, though this time Dravin did not seem to hear. 

"But in either case, it is not my place to tell you what we are doing here. The King gave specific orders, and as a first Seat, I will see them through. You will stay with my sister among the Kreesh men. They will not do you harm, but don't expect a warm welcome, either." 

Cece rolled her eyes at the man's very muscular looking back and briefly admired his head of loose black curls that made him seem all the more dashing with his flourishing bows from before. This dream keeps handing me very good looking men, but none of them Patrick! What am I supposed to be getting out of this other than some eye candy? 

"At least tell me what are groups there are. You handle the… long sword… you said? What others are there?" 

Dravin did not pause as he took a side path, slightly less worn than the major path they were on. Cece could tell that this group had been stationed there for well over a year, or else they wouldn't have made mud huts, rather than tents. She knew nothing about the tactics of war or battles, but she was confident that she would rather have a hut than a tent if she decided to spend time outdoors for longer than a few weeks. Her mind certainly was paying attention to all the small details in this long, never-ending dream. 

"I'm afraid that it would bore you to hear about our organization, plus you'd be too confused over the names. Get used to the Kreesh men first, then maybe I can introduce you to a few of the other commanders." 

Cece sighed and brushed a silvery strand of hair back over her shoulder. She still had not noticed a single breeze within the wooded forest, yet the temperature felt pleasant and comfortable. Such a strange place with no answers. Maybe I'm somehow getting ahead of my mind and is just trying to fill in the holes… 

Dravin turned down yet another path that led to a wide clearing filled with more men, all wearing the armor with the sun and eagle on their arms, rather than their chest as Dravin had. Cece supposed that it was to show rank, more than anything. Many of them were practicing with their long swords while other men and women without armor walked quickly as if on an errand. Few children were in the clearing, though a few laughed and played near the hastily built mud huts.

 

"Welcome to the Kreesh camp, Dravin said over his shoulder, giving a flourish of his hand and giving a mock bow. His eyes sparkled mischievously, causing Cece to shake her head. What kind of trouble will this man give me?

 

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