Post by Zorion Ibarra on Jan 9, 2018 17:26:36 GMT -5
The air had never smelled sweeter to Zorion than the moment they emerged from the Chateau. Bordelaix, like any city, had its various smells which could be unpleasant, but in this instance, Zorion did not mind them. They were safe and relatively unharmed. Yet, the bitterness of the moment soon overcame the sweetness. Nicolette had been poisoned. The last he heard, she had survived, but her recovery was … uncertain. Antoinette had passed during a particularly horrid night that would remain forever etched in his mind.
For now, though, he forced himself through the motions. It was a tried and true method. It had gotten him through dark times and thoughts and this would prove to be no exception. Getting them home, cleaned up, fed and sent to rest was the mission. He had extended the invitation to Nicholas, but he insisted on seeking out his own sister’s wellbeing. Zorion could not fault him for that. Kattalin seemed grateful for his presence during a trying time.
When they walked through the doors of their home, Zorion drew in a deep breath. Another immediately entered his mind: Sabriyah. She had been taken hostage days before. Zorion gestured for Kattalin to tend to her matters while he went to seek out his… guest. The man was hardly presentable but Sabriyah was his responsibility. She had been granted free movement throughout the home and the walled off courtyard in the back, though the latter only with supervision. To him, it was hardly ideal, but to her… it was likely no different than her home’s conditions, anyway.
Sabriyah bint Qasim al-Khalid
For now, though, he forced himself through the motions. It was a tried and true method. It had gotten him through dark times and thoughts and this would prove to be no exception. Getting them home, cleaned up, fed and sent to rest was the mission. He had extended the invitation to Nicholas, but he insisted on seeking out his own sister’s wellbeing. Zorion could not fault him for that. Kattalin seemed grateful for his presence during a trying time.
When they walked through the doors of their home, Zorion drew in a deep breath. Another immediately entered his mind: Sabriyah. She had been taken hostage days before. Zorion gestured for Kattalin to tend to her matters while he went to seek out his… guest. The man was hardly presentable but Sabriyah was his responsibility. She had been granted free movement throughout the home and the walled off courtyard in the back, though the latter only with supervision. To him, it was hardly ideal, but to her… it was likely no different than her home’s conditions, anyway.
Sabriyah bint Qasim al-Khalid