Change

Alexis looked down on her old dagger, deep in thought. In this forced time of recuperating, recapitulating one’s current situation tended to happen. And what a masterpiece she was looking at.

Here she was, on a foreign continent, in the middle of a sea of sand, waiting for her friends and her to recover enough from a fight with some sort of holy assassins devoted to a chained up and probably very pissed of goddess. So they could go after said assassins to retrieve a part of an ancient artefact belonging to a forgotten Arcadian fire god, that, by the way, had decided to make her his personal errand girl. All in the hopes of freeing the aforementioned pissed off goddess in a way that would have her not take revenge for her lengthy incarceration. Oh, and all of that against the backdrop of an oncoming war between the magik-heavy forces of the local desert folk against the invaders from Helias backed up by the fearsome Inquisition.
To put it lightly - her life was an absolute mess.

~Seoras would have an absolute field day if he could see me right now…~

She thought with a bitter smile. He’d probably point out that this ludicrous outcome was exactly what she deserved for not being able to run with life’s inevitabilities.
And maybe he was right.

When her father died, she had been by his side. He had, somehow, managed to see the latest battle through to its conclusion, but the numerous wounds he sustained finally proved to be too much for the last active founding member of the Wulvers.
There had been no final words of wisdom, just a last feeble squeeze of her hand.

When his breath stilled and his spirit left, his daughter couldn’t help but feel that something left with him.

Alexis had brought his ashes back home so that he may be with his wife in death when he couldn’t be very often in life.

She returned to the band afterwards, but even then she knew things would never be the same again.

Seoras had taken over leadership, which, initially, she was fine with. As much as Sir Zane seemed to think her suitable to lead, a female head of the band had been out of the question. Women on the battlefield was still something barely established, even with any given Garrahn woman more than capable to fend for herself. They were still supposed to keep the homesteads going rather than crossing blades for a living.
Even if that had been different, Alexis would not have wanted that position anyway. Maybe even back then she felt not fit to fill her father’s footprints.

However, Seoras was… ambitious. And business savvy. While he might, on the forefront, have accepted the founders’ ‘pickiness’, as he put it, concerning contracts, he had more than once tried to reel in more lucrative ventures.

With him at the helm, things were bound to change.