The Infinite Nebula Star

Her scent was soft and woodsy, like she had been her awhile and the smell of the willows had infiltrated hers.

"And?" She demanded, shifting uncomfortably with his proximity.

"Tonight?" He reached for another leaf, but thought better of it and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Are you going to contact the others?" His hand dropped and he slipped it inside of the sleeve of his robe, falling into his most familiar position, slivers of white hair falling across his face as the wind began to pick up.

"Some, they have all refused." Trine seemed bitter, "However they will not tell the Protector out of respect for me."

Chrysth stepped back, "They I will be surprised if he does not know of what you are planning already. He will try to stop you. If we leave we should try and stop him or will you forget your duty to uphold justice?"

"I do not forget!" She was on her feet, "I have never forgotten, I am leaving because I believe..."

"You believe, and what is it exactly that you believe, Blesser Trine?" He growled, his eyes flashing with anger a familiar emotion, the only he ever showed.

"I believe in justice, but sometimes it must be delayed to be carried out properly!" She stepped closer, invading his personal bubble, her eyes nearly level with his in her frustration.

"All right, so you believe in justice, what happens when it is carried out? When the Protector has been put away, never to see the light of day again, or worse, dead. What then? Who will you place in that position for it to become corrupted, yet again? Or will you change the system? Erase the Protector completely and create a new government, just so it can be corrupted again, and again?" Chrysth turned away from her, "What is the true purpose for your leaving, Trine, is it because you are afraid, I know you are, I can smell it fifty paces away."