Dana
Cryptic thread is cryptic; late event is how many weeks late?
The temple wasn't the most comfortable place to stay, but it was somewhere where she knew she would be unmolested. She knew that she could be discrete enough about entering and leaving, and while her clothing was enough to mark her as an outsider in the immediately surroundings, there was none who would follow her into the ruins.
She didn't have to leave often in the weeks following. Selling the horses had given her a bit of cushion; she'd still owe Andrew, she shouldn't have been spending it, but it wasn't as if she could have gone back to her work after the seal had broken- there wasn't anything that she could have done but leave. There wasn't anything keeping her in Jungvy. She wasn't really sure if there was anything keeping her here either, but she didn't have anywhere else to go.
But it looked as if this wasn't a place that she could. Dana looked at the freshly-charred remains, aghast.
Through the years, she had seen her share of corpses. It was only a few months ago since she had seen the last before this; it would be difficult to say which of the two circumstances was the worse. Indirectly or not, in both cases, the fault could be traced to her.
It wasn't so much the fact that she killed him that was the problem. Killed them.
It wasn't the first time for that, although in recent years, it was a knife in the back or an arrow in the throat, more often than not. It wasn't until a few months ago that she finally had a chance to get her hands on a fire tome again. It wasn't until that day that she used one again, but she had been startled, and he had been moving too quickly. By the time she recognized him, it was too late to take back what she had said. Dana had always been good with fire magic, in any form, but it had been a very long time since her reflexes had been tested so. It was a wonder that they still kept her alive.
As for her charge- former charge- she didn't know why he had come here of all places, let alone why he had attacked her. She was no longer bound to protect him, but she still couldn't help but feel that she had failed somewhere. This time the body didn't have the time to rot, but it was a cold comfort.
With the way things had been going, it seemed as if the surest way to have someone killed would be to send Róta to protect them. One would think that she'd be used to this by now, but it was never- she still didn't know what exactly had happened in Jungvy. She probably never would.
Someone would come. She didn't know who, but Lord Velthomer couldn't possibly go missing without anyone noticing.
She picked up the book that had fallen in the confusion, dusted it off, held it close. As long as she kept possession of it, she somehow felt that, no matter where she went, things would be alright.
But where could she go?
The temple wasn't the most comfortable place to stay, but it was somewhere where she knew she would be unmolested. She knew that she could be discrete enough about entering and leaving, and while her clothing was enough to mark her as an outsider in the immediately surroundings, there was none who would follow her into the ruins.
She didn't have to leave often in the weeks following. Selling the horses had given her a bit of cushion; she'd still owe Andrew, she shouldn't have been spending it, but it wasn't as if she could have gone back to her work after the seal had broken- there wasn't anything that she could have done but leave. There wasn't anything keeping her in Jungvy. She wasn't really sure if there was anything keeping her here either, but she didn't have anywhere else to go.
But it looked as if this wasn't a place that she could. Dana looked at the freshly-charred remains, aghast.
Through the years, she had seen her share of corpses. It was only a few months ago since she had seen the last before this; it would be difficult to say which of the two circumstances was the worse. Indirectly or not, in both cases, the fault could be traced to her.
It wasn't so much the fact that she killed him that was the problem. Killed them.
It wasn't the first time for that, although in recent years, it was a knife in the back or an arrow in the throat, more often than not. It wasn't until a few months ago that she finally had a chance to get her hands on a fire tome again. It wasn't until that day that she used one again, but she had been startled, and he had been moving too quickly. By the time she recognized him, it was too late to take back what she had said. Dana had always been good with fire magic, in any form, but it had been a very long time since her reflexes had been tested so. It was a wonder that they still kept her alive.
As for her charge- former charge- she didn't know why he had come here of all places, let alone why he had attacked her. She was no longer bound to protect him, but she still couldn't help but feel that she had failed somewhere. This time the body didn't have the time to rot, but it was a cold comfort.
With the way things had been going, it seemed as if the surest way to have someone killed would be to send Róta to protect them. One would think that she'd be used to this by now, but it was never- she still didn't know what exactly had happened in Jungvy. She probably never would.
Someone would come. She didn't know who, but Lord Velthomer couldn't possibly go missing without anyone noticing.
She picked up the book that had fallen in the confusion, dusted it off, held it close. As long as she kept possession of it, she somehow felt that, no matter where she went, things would be alright.
But where could she go?