Days 72-78, 50th-56th days together

Day 72 (50th day together):
We were up and gone again before sunrise. With fresh horses and some travel food, we set a brisk pace. None of us had ever been in Cassabla. As Kendar and Lehand were at the lead, we had the luxury of being able to take in the countryside as we traveled. There was little traffic on this road. Kendar, when we asked, explained that this was primarily for military use from post to post. It skirted many towns so merchants and farmers rarely used it.
During a section where going was slow, Lehand hung back to talk with me.
"I wish to know more of your sight. Can you explain it to me?"
"When someone is lying, I see a shadow forming around them. Once the lie is told, it dissipates like smoke. If they are evil, this shadow stays on them constantly, almost like a cloak, blocking out a lot of what is behind them. The more evil, the larger and darker the cloak. Honest and good people glow, from a candle flame to reflected sunlight in brightness. Even if what they believe is false, their honesty is what shines. The other emotions either change the color of the cloak or glow or causes ripples or other disturbances in them."
"So," he asked, "a good person who become angry, their glow does what?"
"Changes to red and pulses like a heartbeat," I informed him.
Lehand nodded his understanding, "And an evil person who's angry?"
"Red flashes like lightning pulsing the same way."
"So, how did you detect the necromancer?"
"It was not him but the undead with him. They are powered by cold hatred. It is like sharp ice. The more undead, the colder it is and the stronger the hate, which feels like a dagger's point."
"What about love? What does it look like?" he asked, truly interested.
"Good people in love have pale pink waves like ripples in a pond caused by a gentle breeze. I have yet to meet an evil person in love, so I don't know about that yet."
"What did you see around me when we first met?" he asked with an edge to his voice.
"A reddish glow hardened to almost a shell, nearly armor in itself. You are not as practiced as Kendar in keeping emotions hidden, but you were hiding that you thought we were a threat."
His wide-eyed look spoke volumes. He did not realize how easy I saw through his facade. He was quiet for a few moments. Then, silently, he motioned at Kendar.
"His glow is steel hard, but has fissures in it. They widen when he is worried and close when he is sure of himself. We confuse him. He equates power with physical pressence. We should not, in his thoughts, have the power to crush armies or anything for that matter."
Lehand went silent again. The road smoothed out and widened. Lehand went back to Kendar's side and we sped up to a fast trot. Torches on the sides of the road let us find the outpost in the dark. Food was given to us on the way to our quarters. We did not see either man for the rest of the night.

Days 73-78 (51st-56th days together):
As the outposts were spaced a day's ride apart, we developed a routine: up at light, on the road before sunrise, ride fast when we could, stop only when necessary, eat in the saddle, outpost by dark, eat, sleep. In places where he had to go slow or stop altogether, Lehand asked us each in turn about our gifts. Callie explained how she felt the strength and weaknesses of things, animals, and people. He seemed to understand, but I could see the shift when she told him his anger was his weakness. His glow hardened. Anna explained how places told their stories to her, like a book written in the grass, dirt, stone, and trees of an area. Cities also told their stories, but layers made it confusing. He accepted it without really understanding. Gretta explained how fake items felt dead. The more valuable an object, the more "life" it had. Priceless things nearly sang to her. Plus, to destroy a fake, she told him she tried to feed it life, but, as it was a fake, could not handle the energy and was destroyed. That he seemed to understand. Sarah's explanation sounded similar to mine. She told how sick people had shadows on or around the source of their illness. Healthy people had nothing to her sight, just there like he saw them. He indicated he understood. Lisa told him how she sees lines of whatever metal or poison the person has coursing through them. She has learned what each poison looks like and Gluttony has taught her how to treat them. I guess Lisa's precise description got through to his mindset, as he was emphatic in his agreement. Alice told him how, when she focuses, she can see their past and she can almost see a person's family tree. Names come to her from the person or their surroundings. This confused Lehand. Kendar said nothing even though he heard all of these conversations. I could see the emotions bouncing around inside his shell.
The last outpost we stopped at before Raval, we were met by an army. They saluted Major Kendar and Commander Lehand. They stared at us, confusion blanketing all of their expressions. Major Kendar called for their attention.
"Behold! The Seven Sisters of the Swords! They have assembled to route the Baalocs and eliminate their threat to Raval and Cassabla. With them by our side, the Baalocs demons are no match."
There was no cheer, no shout of joy, nothing. Blank looks answered his statement. Kendar and Lehand looked at each other, puzzled. A captain stepped forward.
"Sirs, begging your pardons, but we do not believe you. The church has told us the legend of the swords is false. The seven girls he saw at the Feast in Thantos were nothing more than Lord Carmon's daughter and some handmaidens playing dress up. Please, sirs, take these girls back to they will not be taken captive or killed. I am sorry you were fooled."
I could see Kendar and Lehand's anger growing. Before they could erupt, I urged my mount to the front.
"Good soldiers, we understand your doubts. I can see you genuine concern for us. While I am unsure as to who told you this, I do not know how to prove to you who we are."
The soldier looked at each other. A private stepped forward.
"There is a Baaloc camp not far from here. If you seven could do what legend says, then we could believe."
We looked at Kendar and Lehand, they looked at each other.
Finally, Kendar ordered, "Take us there."
They formed rank around us and we marched towards the setting sun. Right before sunset, we looked down on a Baaloc camp. Most were still in armor. It made it look like shadow demons were walking between camp fires. Someone noticed us. A yell went out and weapons were gathered. Arrows whizzed by us. The soldiers looked fit to flee. Kendar commanded them to stand their ground. The seven of us went before them. The swords jumped from their sheaths to float before us.
Kendar said, "Do your worst."
Taking swords in hand, I could feel the power radiate from them. Below the small hill we stood on, the effect struck the Baalocs. We saw some just sit down, drop their weapons, and just lie on the grass. Others grabbed the weapon from someone next to them. Some started punching their fellows indiscriminately. Chaos ensued. Not a single Baaolc made it up the hill nor was anyone on the hill injured. By full dark, the Baaloc camp was a shambles. Some tents were on fire. A few ran off into the night with arms full of weapons, armor, or more. The men around us marveled at the havoc below. They lit torches and led us back to the outpost. The swords were re sheathed.
At the outpost, we were helped down by the soldiers. They surrounded us, took our things, and escorted us to a large bedroom. Kendar was actually smiling. He told us that, under normal circumstances, this would be his room. We tried to protest, but he, Lehand, and several of the men would not hear it. They actually served us in that room.
When they left, my sisters looked at me. I simply told them, "They believe."
 We all relaxed, ate, wondered about tomorrow, and went to bed.