The Girl In the Midst

[MissToni 3487]

The Girl In the Midst

 

[!] A depiction of Tatyana and the rest of the BSK military returning home to Karosgrad after the battle.

 

This is a personal recollection of what my character went through at the event with the inferi in the rimeveld, please do not metagame this information unless you were there or told of this in roleplay.

 

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“Shields in the front, spikes in the back!” was all she could remember hearing before the fighting began. Her heart had been beating so fast the entirety of the time beforehand whilst her hand firmly grasped at the thanhic steel sword that her mother had gifted her some Saint’s days ago. Her mind brought her to memories of her dear sisters as she tried to give herself courage that she so desperately needed. Tatyana Amelya Ludovar needing courage? It was hard to believe a woman such as herself would need so, but this was no normal battle she would be fighting in. She knew that the second she felt the malflame touch her armour and she got thrown to the ground. 

 

The woman struggled so hard with her inner battle during it all, she had thought of just dropping her sword and making a run for it. She would be safe then after all, but she could not stand leaving her fellow soldiers behind. Even more, she would be labeled a deserter, most likely executed. No, she signed up for this after all. She would not run, she would stand and fight. And then, she rose herself up from the snow her face had been laying in and swung at the enemy veteran’s steed. From her helmet her eyes widened as she saw her effort, together with the man named Emeric Radovanic, bringing the veteran’s ride down. 

 

Feeling herself almost panicking from such a fact she began looking around, trying to get a grasp of the rest of the situation. And as she did so she spotted the prince Marius laying down, rushing to him to help him stand up. Getting a simple nod of thanks from the man, though she barely registered it as her eyes caught the attention of something that could take both their lives if they did not move. Not thinking clearly she grabbed the prince and dragged him back, yelling at the rest that stood there “THE TREE, WATCH OUT FOR THE TREE!” Marius was not of much help, clearly still a bit affected from having been trampled by the veteran before they had brought his steed down, though she thanked Godan he did not fight her while she was walking backwards with him. 

 

“WHOOSHhhhHhh” was all she heard ringing in her ears as they just narrowly avoided being flattened by the big trunk. She sat there breathing heavily before uttering a single “****…” still holding onto Marius, not even realizing she hadn’t let go until he thanked her for saving her life and removed himself from her grasp. All she managed was to give a single muttering of no worries to the prince while she tried to calm herself. Good thing she had already gone to the toilet before she had come to the battle or she would have peed herself right there and then. 

 

A small chuckle escaped her lips in relief as she got back up on her feet, moving towards where she had seen a soldier not getting out in time. She had been prepared to pull out a dead body, the tree had been huge after all. But by godani’s grace the man was still alive by the time she pulled him out. She was not trained in medicine, so she was of no use to him as all she could do was lay him in a safe spot before searching for more soldiers to pull out. But by that time the tree had been lit up in flames, and so she was rushing to another soldier she noticed afterwards as time was of the essence. Ignoring the heat from the fire she dug him out while the rest were fighting the remaining inferi soldiers. Putting the other soldier with the first one she had pulled out. She would later learn their names being Ariovistan Bishop & Emil Barclay. 

 

When she looked back she heard the call of the fight being over. They had won! They had won… But she would never be the same after her first battle. And it had been a horrible sight to witness, but it had given her a sense of triumph as she had survived and been of use regardless of her fear. Next time she would not even think of running, for now she felt like a true soldier of the BSK. She would no longer be the girl in the midst.

[CopOwl 1668]

Adele Ludovar, Tatyana's mother, breathes a relieved sigh as she spots her militant daughter traipsing home that evening. The beating snows of Otistadt pull at their respective cloak and gown, however Adele still hurries out to the gates of Ricksburg to greet her second eldest daughter. She pauses in front of the young woman's reddening face, brows furrowed, as she scrutinises her for a moment before the Countess reaches up with her thumb to wipe away some of the dirt from Tatyana's forehead. "Yam so pleased vy have returned, mea dear." She murmurs to the soldiering girl, sympathetic of the horrors of battle which she knew her child would have encountered. 

She presses a light kiss to Tatyana's forehead before letting her come in to rest at home.