Perchance to Fish

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  • Title: Perchance to Fish
  • Emitter: Seldan
  • Characters: Seldan, Seyardu, Merek, Braelnoir, Aya, Cryosanthia
  • Place: A09: Southern Banks of the Tornmawr
  • Time: Monday, June 14, 2021, 8:56 PM
  • Summary: Many remain on the south bank of the Tornmawr in the aftermath of the battle with devils. The Alexandrian guards are keeping people away; many were drawn by the magic in play. The Holy Warriors of Serriel's and Eluna's Temple are there, to deal with the Infernal bodies. Aryia has vanished. Stjepan too. Merek departed with Lady Tiliyane's body and placed it in a room in Eluna's temple, then returns. Seyardu, Braelnoir and Seldan have remained the whole time, assisting, sitting, contemplating. Cryosanthia returns, having taking Lily to the safety of the Chapterhouse, and Aya unexpectedly appears beside Seldan with a wry comment. The events are reviewed and speculated on. These possibly were agents of Taara, sent to take Merek back to the Iron Hells. Or Eclavdran's. Their interest in the Shards of Animus was noted. Merek speculates perhaps they want him to kill Taara's enemies, and Eclavdran, himself. Statements that draw incredulity from others present. They ask if he's feeling ok. He just wants to fish. Braelnoir is broken up over being mentally compelled, again. Seyardu is not fine, despite her insistence otherwise. The shock of the combat and her past experiences combining badly. Aya and the others ask after Lily, Cryo reassures them, and suggests to her scale-sisters they swim in the river when it's light. Seldan departs with the Sunblades of the Iron Book to have his infernal wound looked at, and sheppard the devil's bodies. The Sith'makar go, and Braelnoir stays. Merek has his wish to fish in peace.

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Overhead, the Highbridge spans. Here is a pleasant enough bank, if one does not mind the ship traffic amid the broad and winding Tornmawr. A few picnicers spend their time here and a few blankets are present. Many of them are craftsfolk and other "ordinary" people, as well as a multitude of tired river sailors here on break. Or, the watchful husbands and wives of sea-sailors. To the south, the great river empties into that great expanse.

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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=  Appearing, in Order  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
Seldan       5'11"    187 Lb     Human             Male      Ginger-blonde human in armor wearing Eluna's symbol.
Seyardu      5'6"     150 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A friendly silver sith-makar with a perpetual squint.
Merek        5'10"    215 Lb     Human             Male      A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes.
Braelnoir    5'11"    146 Lb     Human             Female    A tall, pale Acanian woman, branded in silver.
Aya          4'7"     105 Lb     Shadow Elf        Female    Mul'niessa. Braided hair. Simple clothing.
Cryosanthia  6'9"     291 Lb     Sith-Makar        Female    A dashingly tall, elegant white-scaled lizard woman.
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Night has fallen over Alexandria, not that there is much to say that it has done so, beyond the darkening of the sky to a deep charcoal gray. Rain continues to patter on the banks of the Tornmawr, and given enough time, it might wash away the signs of battle left in scars upon the sand - blood and ichor and soot, spent arrows from devil and guard alike. The events of earlier had left the normally peaceful picnic area quite the mess.

One person, at least, has remained behind, and has spent the last hour since the crowds departed, working minor magic to clean up himself and the picnic area, restoring it to its usual at-least-mostly cleanliness. Most of the blood and soot is gone, the spent arrows gathered up and thrown into the river, and Seldan stands with a hand out, slowly moving some piece of magic across the last of the bloodstains.

He himself is cleaned up, but some evidence at least remains behind. While the trousers and the sleeveless robe have been freed of bloodstains, and were not badly damaged in the fight, the shirt he had worn beneath them is no more, its remnants torn into strips and used to clean Reunion, and the rest tossed similarly into the river. The robe now has nothing under it, revealing considerably more tattoos and a stacked, muscular torso with very fair skin. Reunion is now nowhere in evidence, having been sheathed an returned to the haversack, which is now in a sheltered nook just beneath the deserted Highbridge.

He works carefully and methodically on the splash of ichor he's cleaning, up and down, up and down.

Despite being relatively sound of body, the silver sith'makar who had been wrapped up in everything going on still looked more than a bit worse for wear. Put simply, she looks exhausted, eyes somewhat sunken, scales duller than usual, and she either does not notice, or does not bother to deal with the blood that covers much of their clothes and chest. Seyardu did not want to leave the area just yet as the area was restored, in case any of the guard wished to speak with her, or anything else happened. So She found a large rock to prop herself up against in the light rain, resting as she kept a wide view over the area.

Merek went off to put the body away into a a small holding place within the Eluna Temple where people often are interred, and with that in mind, he will make a way back to the place of the fight. He seems to be wearing his shirt again while he takes the time to take a puff along from the cigarette which he will keep with him. The man notices that Seldan would still be about, nodding, then he nods to Seyardu. He apologized already about it being his fault, he doesn't know what else to say.

Braelnoir, likewise, has stayed behind, mostly to reclaim her Scythe, and make sure everyone else is alright. While no longer riding the crests of her rage... she's still quite put out over the way things had gone, and her responses from outsiders have been... prickly, at best. Still somewhat the worse for the unnatural blight she'd ben afflicted with, she eventually makes her ay back to Seldan now that she's in a somewhat calmer state. She looks to Seyardu's posture and condition and so she ventures over that way, instead.

"You ok, luv?" she ventures thoughtfully.

The troops from the South Bridge Garrison were deployed to keep regular citizens away, and set up some ropes.. The troops from the North Bridge Garrison arrived a few minutes later, some were devoted to that as well. After an hour, most of them return to their various residences.

The Silverguards and Lancers stayed to talk with Seldan, and the others. Not finding conversation readily happening, the combattants need some time, they ressured they're 'there for them'. Some coordination with the Guard commander, and the Lancers ended up watchign the two devils while the Silverguards went to get some Sunblades from the Iron Book, and Mourners. It's not entirely clear what should be done with these bodies right now.

The lightning, the flame strikes, these were visible from quite a distance, and either encouraged people to head out of Alexandria or show up to gawk. In the latter instance, the cordon helps keep them back.

Seldan doesn't appear to be overly upset about any of this, only shaking his head ruefully as he works. The only evidence left of the marks from the fight is a jagged, angry red line, mostly closed, across his right forearm, but he pays it no mind, and has been quite conversational enough with the Silver Guards and Lancers who approach him, readily answering any question put to him about the situation. "By the moon and stars," he's telling one as the last of the bloodstains vanish, "do I speak of venturing into the city again without armor, heat or nay, you are quite within your rights to cuff me across the back of the head and call me a fool. I ought to have learned better, by now." His tone is half rueful and half jocular, and no real recrimination hangs in them.

He seems content to leave the bodies to the Iron Book and to the Mourners, instead looking up and over at Seyardu with a frown that is suddenly concerned. "They were hard hit," he murmurs. "I should see if they are well, forgive me."

"Does that imply that I cannot call you a fool any other time, Silver Guard?" Aya inquires of Seldan. From his near vicinity and flank, such as she has a tendency to prefer.

Cryosanthia returns. She's unaccompanied, and in her full swashbuckling gear. Even her buckler is on. Certain things have been left behind at the Chapterhouse or Mikilos'. Serrendine is watching Little Fang, and it doesn't hurt that they're inside a place full of Knights sworn to protect innocents and children. Even the lizardy ones.

Her approach is cautious. She talks her way past the barriers. Seldan gets a long look, she's appreciating his tattoos possibly.

This is only a momentary distraction. She nods to his observation, heading immediately for her scale-sister and the Silverscale, matching paths with him. "Thank you."

Aya's sudden appearance draws a snort.

Seyardu looked up to Braelnoir, and offered a sharp toothed, blood flecked smile to the woman. Once she sat down, the exhaustion had set in, and it took her a moment to pull herself to her feet against the large stone, giving a waves.

"Ah, peace on your nest, Braelnoir." She said, voice hoarse. "I would not say that I am okay, but I will be fine, I think. Time should be all that is necessary."

Merek looks to the people and when no words are offered to him, he will take the time to look to the demons, watching to think about it. He doesn't seem to have a lot to say, "I am glad you are all alright."

Braelnoir sets the butt of the scythe into the sand and leans against it some as she considers the silver Sith, her wolfen eyes still troubled. She was almost compelled by magic into breaking her oath, again.

She'd been forced to turning her weapon against her own...

Again.

She almost slew her brother.... and it wasn't anything she did that stopped her.

She looks down to her ruined mystical pendant while the recently gathered banter, still beautiful, but powerless, now. It's enchantments expended in the futile attempt to battle the domination.

Peace...." she parrots quietly, then shakes her head, "Gets us all when th'deep spooky shit starts, luv." and offers a supporting hand for the silverscale to take if she wishes, "Should... probly both get us looked at... flung some nasty Mojo our way."

As Merek speaks, her eyes close, and she seems to shrink into herself a little bit, then, with a sigh, "Yeah... Mer.... you too." but she can't turn that way, and the trouble within her gaze blooms further.

Seldan's head snaps up, automatically dropping into a ready crouch before straightening as he realizes who it is. "You may call me whatever you wish, mistress." _I might even care, someday._ hangs unsaid behind him. The Silver Guards, after the initial alert, withdraw a little, but remain on the beach. One by one, they take up guard poses, watching intently for trouble but staying out of the group's way.

The withdraw to guard gets a brief nod from Seldan in their direction, but he turns and makes his way towards Seyardu and Braelnoir as well. Now clean, but still thoroughly drenched, the rest of his clothes cling to him, ginger-blonde hair slicked against his head beneath the headband that he wears. "Is anyone still hurt at all?" he asks quietly of the others, looking around. "Seer, I would hear more of that which pursues you, but later, perhaps. Those were devils, not demons, so it may well not be the Duke." Whoever the Duke is.

He turns them to Cryosanthia. "The little one is safe?"

Cryosanthia is inhaling the scents of the area. They paint a picture, albiet a fuzzy one. Her scalesisters are easier to read, and she recognizes their distress even if Braelnoir's has a different flavour to it. The reek of the devils, the lingering aspects of their presence and some of the spells, hints of those mix in. It smells grueling. Her pupils dilate, and she softly says, "They aren't allright Merek."

Her head bobs slowly, "Yes. Yes. This one would not return if she wasn't assured." Her head turns, her expressions still hard to read and limited by the shape of her face, her scales. Her pupils widen a little more, "Thank you, for telling me to go."

The whitescale's gaze returns to the group, "This one had no idea you were here Braelnoir." A glance at Merek, a nod with Seldan's question, another glance back at the Silverguard, "This is why I didn't want you saying his name near Mictland when the hatchlings were breaking their shells. This one is worried something follows us all, still."

Aya makes note of Cryosanthia's arrival, one brow arching. The comments of Braelnoir catch her attention shortly thereafter, drawing her attention and the other brow. "Judging by your attire, and the general mood, I presume that I missed something of in-" Her comment, and possible followup clarification to Seldan, are interrupted as her head snaps back to Cryosanthia, her awareness grabbed by her respose to the inquiry.

"Perhaps due to what happened Braelnoir, I think someone, I am fairly certain it was Merek, took care of most of the worst. And thank you, Seldan, but I will be alright." The silver sith'makar replied to both at the same time, pulilng a bit on the hand that was offered, unsteady on her feet as she was. There was so many scents in the air it was hard to make many of them out. Relief and worry, two conflicting emotions, or towards different matters. "Peace on your nest, Cryo, I am glad to hear that Lily is alright. I know not the specifics of what happened, but that they are over, is welcome."

Merek looks then to Cryo, "That might be the case. I still am glad people are alive." The man then will take a look to Brae, "Not your fault." With that, then to Seldan, "I think they would like me to kill Taara's enemies. They are in the service of that woman. You know, I think they want me to kill the Duke. I don't know why people keep wanting me to kill ancient beings. They would also like the Shard."

With that, he then takes a look to everyone, "It always seems to come back to the Shard. I am going to need to march into the Iron Hells to take care of that." The man takes a drag from the cigarette, then a look to Seyardu, "... I would like to fish without the world trying to fight me."

Braelnoir straightens a bit as she hears Cryo's voice, turning her head a touch to that side, "Hey, Cryo." she says in a tone not canny enough to be 'casual', "Saw ya'll from th'bridge just in time fer you ta haul."

She takes a moment to try and stuff her feelings back into the 'platoon doesn't need to know' for her to sort out, later. She nods to Seyardu's words, then, "A'ight then."

Not her fault.

Not her fault...

"Are... you ok, Mer...?" finally turning the man's way, but not quite able to face him directly.

Not her fault... but she was still too weak to stop it.

Because that's always how it works, isn't it?

Cryosanthia stares at Merek. Kill the Duke. The Demon Duke who beheaded Silverguard Serene in one shot, who waited over a day to kill Mikilos and Kira with less effort. Whom even the armies of the Queen of Air and Darkness, nor legions of Light in Heaven could dislodge or move. Who kept Merek prisoner for months. Kill that Duke. "Ok."

Her head turns to Aya, "This one doesn't know what happened. I left when the threats appeared."

"I didn't even know you were here, Brae." She rests her hand on her scale-sister's shoulder. Keeps it there. Cryo is unusually warm considering the circumstances, almost a normal body temperature. She faces Seldan again, nostrils flaring as she inhales. Her eyes track down his skin. "You were injured."

"Thank you Seyardu. You all smell terrible. This one would know what happen, but does not need to know now." The whitescale can't help or heal.

Finally a long look at Merek, "As Braelnoir asks, are you sure? You are sounding crazy or got a lot more powerful than I realize. This one would think shock but can't smell you at all."

Aya's attentiveness relaxes somewhat as Cryosanthia explains her own part in things. Whatever those things were, exactly. As all seem ...relatively intact, not that she can heal to the degree that many others can, she now looks to Merek. Brows arch anew. "Kill -that- demon? And Taara's enemies? You set rather lofty goals for yourself. From what I have heard, he is well beyond most, and Her enemies are all but limitless, now."

Sunblades arrive, both large with two handed weapons and bows. They fly in. Time is not of the essence now. An oruch and a human, male and female. They survey the area, the woman approaching the Lancers.

The man approaching the group. His eyes carefully pick over each person. His voice surprisingly cultured. "Daeus bless you. Who was present, who was injured?"

He's staring at Seldan, looking at his bare torso and the angry red line, "Silverguard?" Other injuries among the group are less obvious.

And not necessarily physical.

"Devils set upon Merek, and those present, without warning," Seldan explains to Aya. "It is in my mind that they were intent on returning him to the Iron Hells, a thing I very much sought to prevent. I would ask the forgiveness of those here, did Her fire frighten or injure any save them." His eyes lower. "The safety of the Shards, and keeping them from Taara's minions, is paramount. You know that. Have a care you do not draw his attention, although it may well be me that he desires first." His eyes flick to Cryosanthia as he says that, soberly and seriously.

Ice-blue eyes flick then from person to person. "I can aid you, both in cleanup and in removing those arrows-" He is about to go on when the Sunblade approaches. "Minor only, and Her power has done most of the work. I am most fortunate for having been caught out without armor." The admission is accompanied by a small, rueful smile that fades quickly. "I think others injured, but mostly the archers' arrows?"

"Happens." Brae notes with something still slightly off from her usual drier tones. She considers her sworn siblings as they talk about punching upward, eyes flitting between them in turns, then as the new figure approaches, she gives a simple, "Yeah." to the Dawnguard.

"I wanna b'sure there ain't no more o'that bitche's hoodoo in m'head." she notes sourly, not looking at anyone in particular, before reaching up to gently test the edge of her scythe with her thumb. It could have hit a rock when she had to discard it....

"I don't think that killing him will be impossible for me," Merek will note to Cryosanthia, although he doesn't explain it while he takes the time to look to everyone, "I took care of people's wounds, just not arrows," the man admits to Seldan while he takes the time to adjust his shirt and tie it about the waist. When bare, it's clear he is covered in impossible scars, some that did actually kill him probably. They look neat, a little clean. Then a look to Brae, "I'll be fine. As you all saw, I am much better with handling this kind of thing. And Brae, you are clean."

The man looks to everyone else, then to Seyardu and nods a bit, while he will think about it. "I will handle that all," he notes of the creatures while thinking about it.

"Yes, I am sorry, I should have offered earlier. I do not know how much strength I still have left, but if anyone needs healing, I am sure I can manage something." Just something, not much. She wasn't used to healing attacks from devils. She lets go of the Braelnoir's hand, and leans heavily against the rock.

"The fire is fine, the lightning is fine. I will be fine." It was one time the sith'makar was thankful for the neutral tone Seyardu usually carried herself with, as she is not good at lying.

The Sunblade listens to Seldan with an unwavering stare. A moment passes before he responds. "It may be a concern yet."

He looks at Merek, stating bluntly as orcs do, "You're not with the Iron Book. Infernal injuries can have complications. We monitor them. They can suppurate, re-open, days later, even when they appear fully healed. It should be recorded and compared."

Back to Seldan, "Would you come with me Silverguard when we take the bodies." Its not asked as if it's a question even if it is phrased like one."

To everyone else he says. "Infernal arrows are less likely to cursed in that manner, but wounds from them should be checked as well."

He turns to head over to his partner, stopping to add, "And sometimes the arrows can mark you so you're easier to find."

"Ah. In that case," Aya notes to Merek, "perhaps you should do so sooner rather than later. Perhaps, if or when his agents come for you again, you allow them to take you to him. You could then end all this..." she makes a gesture to those present and the current state of scenery about them " with a minimum of collateral suffering. You would be nothing less than a hero for the ages."

"He is well beyond me, Seer. Do not think yourself invincible." Seldan's tone is firm and even, his stare at Merek level, but his eyes snap sharply to Aya at the smooth offering. He looks as if he would like to reply, expression tightening, but bites back whatever it was that came to his mind, and merely sighs. "It is no trouble, mistress," he turns instead to Seyardu. "I yet have strength left, and you may find a swim in the Tornmawr to cleanse mind as well as body. Alexandria can be a frightening place, and the Guild moreso. Perhaps you would hear the tale of my first job with the Guild."

He turns to return the level stare, but there is no hostility there, only understanding. "As you will. Well I know not to take such things lightly." He returns his gaze to Seyardu. "I must spin this tale at another time, I fear. If you will forgive me. Her light upon your path, all of you."

"Sounds like a fight fer th'ages." the Korite notes, noting everyone's skepticism, "Best t'ave a plan, though." She looks to the Silverguard at his valediction and offers, "Live free'r die well." in ewturn. Her finest farewell, likely, given her faith and her recent... mental troubles.

Like the Geas... it has to be...

Her eyes reluctantly, ruefully find her brother's face, "Mer... I'm.... I'm sorry..."

Cryosanthia listens, to Seldan's explanation, to Merek's offers and boasts, to Aya's recomendations, to the Sunblade's warning. She reaches and touches at her side, the location of an infernal injury from years past. Though if it was going to do something it would have by now. She searches her thoughts, did her Mistress pay more attention to this location than another? It's impossible to tell.

The silverscale's scents, her tones. Those are familiar. Cryo feels herself tensing up. She's been away from the People for a while, has forgotten how their body language can scream as Seyardu's seems to now.

Do I smell so strongly when I am distraught? The thought crosses her mind.

And the awareness that her scale-sister is not all right either. "We should swim in the Tornmawr. When it's light. It will help."

The female Sunblade comes over, intercepting her colleague, "Did you ask them if there were names?"

"No." He's an orc.

"All right." She addresses everyone, "His light keep you warm, and sorry to interrupt, but there was one last thing. Did you hear any names?"

"I don't think that I am. Still, I think that there are ways to win that aren't fighting," Merek will note. He doesn't look like he is trying to promote himself, he seems to be stating fact. "All I want, is freedom to try and fish you know." The comments from the people that come by only get a little nod while he takes a moment to think about it. "I associate with the Iron Book, well I did a little before everything. I will keep that in mind." With a little nod to Seldan, "He knows more about names, from the way that his sword was." The man looks to Cryosanthia, then to Seyardu, "I will keep a bit of fish in the Temple."

The man looks to Brae, "You don't need to apologize. You did well when you fought after freedom from that magic. I know it will take a lot to get away from, I would like you to try. I'll bring you a little bit of fish."

"I do not know with what everyone is saying, but if those here were sent or are allies of whoever you speak of, then they sound dangerous. Or perhaps that is my opinion. I am sorry, I did not understand what they were saying, though the winged ones were definitely talking quite a bit. Thank you for the offer, I am sure there would be plenty who would appreciate the donations, Merek." She said, her gaze going past the others, and to the river. She shakes her head. "Perhaps swimming would be a good idea. Another time though, as my bag is not waterproof, and I do not wish to leave my things unattended."

That doesn't sound like a bad idea.

Wonder what she'll turn into, this time....

"Ok, luv... we can give't a go." Now that she doesn't weigh half a damned ton.

Though, with Merek's reply, she almost flinches, "That... ain't what I mean...."

She doesn't remember any particular names, and can only shrug to the Dawnguard, "I got nothin, luvvie, sorry."

"Daemila. Kanian spoke of her, a ruler of a small area, he says?" Seldan's words come after a moment of thought. "Forgive me, they had little enough of use to say, and I did not wish to miscast and have Her holy fire go awry, so I paid them but little heed. Perhaps we may ask again." So saying, he walks over and retrieves his haversack, slinging it over his left shoulder, then turns his gaze to the Sunguards. "I will aid you as I may. Lead on."

When the Sunguards depart with the bodies, Seldan goes with them, with a respectfully inclined head to all. "We shall speak soon, Braelnoir."

"Thank you Seldan. Peace on your Nest." Cryosanthia says softly, dipping her head with deference. Her tail coils about her legs. Her hands clasp. She thinks about ice floes, shifting around, and the blocks of her tower.

"In time," She tells Seyardu. Her head turns, she looks at Aya. She looks some more. Finds herself staring with empty thoughts and hearing ice, "This one... needs your help. There is someone you should meet too."

Aya does not, it seems, possess any helpful heroic suggestions related to fish. Not yet, at least. She offers a parting nod to Seldan, and then the Whitescales words draw her attention. "Oh?" Both brows lift. "What and whom?"

"I should depart." She spoke simply, turning to the bridge nearby. She finally stopped leaning against the stone, and shifted a bit on her feet. "I am glad that everyone is alright, though I worry that I did not see Aryia leave. I will have to find and speak to her another time, though if they left so suddenly, they may wish for space."

"Peace on your nests, all of you. I hope that all of you will be alright in the coming days."

"This one needs you around more." Cryosanthia says simple, in answer to the what. She closes her hand around Braelnoirs, squeezing, "You too."

She breathes carefully, attentive to her own physiology, keeping herself calm. Smelling calm. Moving in relaxed ways. A quiet thrumming vibrates in her throat, a calming sound for nestlings and at other times. Perhaps it will soothe Seyardu to a degree. "Peace on your Nest."

Her gaze returns to Aya, "A friend. A Mul'niessa, many scars. We've communicated. Some of our experiences... align. You might have useful observations for her."

Braelnoir claps a fist to her breastplate as Seldan makes his departure, her previous valediction content to stand. The Korite considers her siblings, and her friends in turns, though, as she's about to suggest turning a pub upside down and shaking out all the liquor, Seyardu is making her own goodbyes.

She nods to the shiny woman then and nods, "Live free or die well, luv. You take care, now, 'kay?"

She closes her eyes as Cry takes her hand, then curls her fingers around the larger digits for a squeeze and she simply nods to her sister's words.

Aya considers Cryosanthia's clarification. As one brow remains raised, perhaps half is unexpected. The other, however, is less so. A pause to dip her chin to the other sith-makar excusing herself, and perhaps thought before she comments, "The one who speaks with her hands? We are somewhat acquainted." She considers something for another few moments before adding, "I have some brief matters to attend to, but I intend to stalk my carnation arch-nemesis after. Perhaps you will be in the vicinity?"

Merek looks then to Cryo while she speaks to the others that are there. He doesn't comment, he watches while he takes a moment to look then to Brae, as well as to Seyardu, while he watches the water of the place.

Seyardu paused. There was a slight confusion, uncertainty what to make of how Cryosanthia was acting. The sith'makar sighed, and offered a smile to the remaining group as she reached into her bag. Another bag held out to Cryosanthia after a moment, the same type the whitescale had seen before.

"I got an assortment this time, to see what flavor Lily liked. If she asks, tell her I am fine. I am sure that will be the truth with enough time." She gave another weak wave, and slowly made her way down back to the bridge, turning for a final wave to everyone before she was on her way.

"Little Fang is at the Knight's Chapter House," Cryosanthia says, "they are alerted for unexpected arrivals. It would not be a good surprise. We will be at Mikilos' later."

She exhales, lowers then raises her head, "This one will tell her, that her nemesis is coming, but this one would wish no more surprises today."

And then Aya is gone, as Aya goes.

She smiles at Seyardu, accepting the bag. Squeezes it and feels the boiled sweets inside grinding against each other. She pulls a cheerfulness from somewhere and puts it into her voice, "Thank you! She will be delighted! Peace on your Nest, Seyardu. Travel safely."

She will give the message, though it is a lie. The other Sith'makar is not fine. Not fine from this and more. Things the whitescale should ask about when her world gets a little larger.

Her head turns, and Cryo watches Merek watching the water. Her breathing is regular. Her tail is still. Her hand squeezes Braelnoir's a little more, otherwise she is motionless. She waits for something that doesn't come.

"Peace on your Nest, Merek." She says finally, "It looks safe to fish. This one must go."

She steps away, tugging on Braelnoir's hand while letting go. An invitation to follow and the hint that if she wishes to stay to comfort Merek, that's fine too. She has to leave.

Braelnoir gives a final squeeze as Cryo tugs on her hand and she looks to her brother, burdens allowed to bear some truth at her features, "Be along in a while, luv... gonna tackle a couple things, first."

That done, the Korite takes a breath and steps over and reaches for his shoulder.

Merek looks up to Cryosanthia and nods a bit, "Thank you. Peace on your nest," he notes, then he takes a look to Brae. "Ah, what do you need?" he asks, taking the time to bring that fishing pole again with him. The fey can wait. The world can wait. For the moment, he would like to fish, that's all.

GAME: Merek rolls survival: (12)+4: 16
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