[Open] Through the Valley and into the Mountains

[Dust]

Even secondaries were capable of picking up a weapon and becoming a badass. It took a lot of practice and a large amount of risk, but while those with natural abilities could not improve dramatically as Prime's did, people like Odessa were able to achieve greatness among the little people in the world.

Camelot came with its own struggles, and since it was the only part of the Omniverse that she knew she adapted. She adapted well. If it weren't for the racist figures of the world she might even be held with higher regard. Or maybe it was her attitude that held her back.

Odessa was a secondary to a prime who could have been dead for good for all she knew, much less cared. The point was this arrogant man summoned her in an attempt to fill his castle with gorgeous women that waited on him hand and foot. Then she came along. She was not impressed with his status, nor his unsatisfactory tasteless words. She rejected him, and he didn’t like that.

So she was ordered to roam the lands of Camelot in his name.

She wore leathers that were plated in vital places but left her body open to attacks in other areas. She learned to compensate. The armor was a frosty blue and gray, she looked more accustomed to the frost covered Frozen Fields. Perhaps that was where she was meant for originally, and his displeasure with her made him discard her in this verse.

Where there was no armor her delicate body was draped in lilac fabric that was neither heavy enough to protect her from even the sun’s rays nor the eyes of men. Her Prime obviously didn’t care what other people thought of her. She had done some modification with the money she earned and has commissioned a tailor to make it more modest in places. But the long tail of cloth still hung from her hips down to the between of her knees and brandished an intricate insignia that her Prime might be recognized for. Purely out of spite.

If she did good things she wanted him to hear about it, and if she did bad things, she wanted him to be blamed for it.

Odessa stood taller than most females, but it was mostly because of the long rabbit ears that peeked through her helmet. They were mostly white with gray splotches at the tips, they were also completely functional and twisted towards sounds that most humans couldn’t hear. Her stone gray hair tumbled down her left shoulder like a rock slide down a mountain, boulder looking curls bounced with any abrupt or extravagant movement. The other side was shaved short, but the helm made it impossible to see the sides of her head leaving the curious without answers to whether she had both kinds of ears or not.

On her back, she carried a pole-arm blade. The same one she was summoned with. The tip was adorned with an icy blue blade which had a permanent cloud of fog around its extreme cold crystal-like metal. It and her natural talent with the item she was literally born with were all that has managed to carry her this far. Omni knows it’s not her charm and good looks.

She was currently sitting with her companion, if only temporarily so, at the local tavern. This place didn’t get many travelers, so the towns folk were mesmerized by both strange characters. She ignored them, leaving the pleasantries to her momentary friend. They barely knew each other, but the person beside her has already become brutally aware of Odessa’s cold attitude towards basic interaction. But they seemed to mesh well together.

The crackling fire filled what silence the rag-tag bards didn’t with the ambient mood that could have used better musicians in Odessa’s opinion. She said nothing.

She was busy nursing a soul-soothing brew of the town’s best whiskey. She has already purchased enough for her flask that is back upon her person somewhere and was finishing what didn’t fit in the container while trying to tune out the rest of the bar. The two just needed a room for the night before they headed back out to do quests for coin. She was just a bodyguard for the moment.

As she was taking a long swig, enjoying the much more mild burn than she was used to, the door was smashed through and slammed hard against the opposite wall. She was already on her full-plate covered feet, the shoe specially made for her clawed feet and support her heels with three-inch spikes, grabbing her weapon. “Please! Is there a doctor?” The nameless man said, his voice thick with concern as his eyes pan through the crowd.

“I’m a healer.” Odessa’s companion offered with a gentle voice and a smile, this made the Viera hiss through her teeth, but she was waved away by her traveling buddy. “What seems to be the problem?”

Jake didn’t need a lot of prodding to explain the situation, apparently, him and a friend have found a girl who has been injured. Being good men, they wanted to help, but couldn’t leave her there. She was on the way. “He will be here any minute.”

The healer nodded, then turned to Odessa who seemed annoyed with their kindness. “Patience, Odessa. Help me clear this off.” Before anyone could grab the cups from the table that was pointed out, Odessa dropped her spear onto the edge of the table and in one sweep cleared the clutter off. This brought a worried look on her companion’s face. “Th-Thank you.” The healer managed, before turning to the rest of the people. “My apologies.” This eased the tension in the room, but not entirely.

Odessa grunted before sheathing her weapon once more and moving back to the bar.