closed | road trip

[dissolving]

WHO: Cedric & Gwen & a skull sippy cup
WHAT: Road trip!
WHEN: Vaguely after Satinalia
WHERE: Cumberland
NOTES: I'll edit as appropriate.

The Abbey's an ugly scene.

Thick walls, massed bureaucracy; some clerk dredged up to speak with her in quiet, clipped Orlesian. They cannot make promises for the Spire, but he will pass whatever papers she has brought along if she will just wait here, in the hall,

And no further. Young, robed things watch her sidelong. Older ones watch the doors, shaggy with humped muscle; eyes faded, skin worn hard for sixty. The hours pass. Some shift exchanges, a new man led out by the crook-curved arm. Armored, and not armed. Mouth turned down in dull, unhappy line.

An ugly scene. That was before the door slammed. Glass shatters, a breathless shout: "Carsus — !"

Amazing, the ground he can cover in a skirt. Commotion somewhere behind. The guard starts. Their eyes meet,

He looks like he means to say something. And then they're both out the doors.

Comments

[elegiaque]

In return for Afira, she returns: “Gwenaëlle,” perceptibly lowering the hackles raised by Afira’s strategic approach in a way that seems conscious and purposeful. (It’s been long enough since those pamphlets were in circulation that she’s not especially worried about being unexpectedly famous in Nevarra; Lady Vauquelin feels a lifetime ago, and the girl in the drawing had two eyes.)

“Hello,” she says, the very soul of courtesy, to the sitting blonde man as they join him.