19th Ashan 718
It was still early in the trial but she had found no sign of the illustrious guests in the seat of the kingdom's power and thus, she drifted from the Crown into Midtown. There were many places in that section of the city that could be entertaining to visitors or useful and so it wasn't too outlandish an idea that she might find word of them there. Lowtown though... there was no way that anyone of decent rank would be found there. If they were there, it'd be discreet of course and therefore, she'd be none the wiser about their whereabouts.
It was while she was drifting near the Butcher's Shop that an odd sight caught her eye, or more specifically, an odd individual. It was a woman, something wild about her and her style of dress... there was a feminine shape, Valeria could see it but there was something about her manner, her movements that gave her an air of something wild, untamed and also masculine, at least in the noblewoman's eyes. If she had moved that way, her mother would have had her head on a platter.
She felt oddly drawn to her, creeping closer so she could get a better look at her and thus, she was within earshot of the middle-aged man who was trying to accost her. It wasn't Vin or Videer, the men who owned the butchery shop, but someone else who was merely hovering there, bag in hand to show that he'd made some recent purchases.
"I see you eyeing the meat in the windows, love. Like meat, do you? Well, you won't find a finer piece of meat than right here. Finest meat in Andaris. The best sausage!" he called out to the wild woman, making a gesture that made the blonde pull a face of disgust. Horrible, lecherous man. His comments only grew more ridiculous, his innuendo more obvious and it made the Burhan want to close up her ears.
"C'mere and have a taste. C'mere!" the man leered, moving closer, constantly closer and with that wild look about her, it didn't come as a surprise when the woman turned on him, like an animal. Valeria squealed, hands flying to her mouth. It was something she could not bring herself to witness and yet she could not stand by and do nothing. The man didn't stand a chance against that wildling and if she attempted to bolster his strength... No, it was the woman she must try to tackle. She would have to try to calm her and there was only one option: Memorize.
The blonde drew as near as she dared, closing her eyes and resting her hands on her abdomen, seeking her diaphragm as she inhaled deeply, feeling her lungs fill. Zanik, give me strength, she prayed silently, calling on his power, the mark he'd given her so that it surged through her. The faint golden aura rose on her skin as she hummed, warming her vocal cords. When she opened her mouth, she chose the tune of a well-known lullaby, its sound soothing although the words were her own.
"Quiet now, child. Be calm and still. Soothe your rage," she sang, repeating the refrain over and over as she felt power thrum through the syllables. She could force the other to do nothing but she could coax. She simply hoped that the woman would hear her.
While she was busy working her magic, others were running, word spreading about a fight outside the butcher's shop in Midtown, the woman's description sure to reach certain ears who would recognise her for who she was: Ela Wolfsdotter.