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One of the follow-ups after this, what happened after this. A little interaction between Madame Sara Chatain, who belongs to @2BlueWizards, and Ishuul/Išūl, the raven. I must apology for the communication style of my grumpy raven, EQ isn't among the things he's good at. I tried to make a more decent scene but dan you flash to crush on me!!! Hope you enjoy. Story contiues here #TwilightRealm#story
Poor Sara, the most incredible things happened to her in less than 24 hours and yet her first priority is to come back to take a photo of Jean-Pierre ( I guess?) :c
The man gave a brief nod, "You are not a coward entirely." Sara gave him a you-are-hopeless look, "Is that supposed to be a compliment?" "A statement, I thought you won't jump." So that was it all about. "That, that was all part of your plansâ¦" She sneered, "You, all of you are no different from those you claim to be enemy to! What am I to you? Nothing! I do not care whatever reason you may have behind it, nor your purpose. I do not wish to be part of it, I want to leave."
Air bubbles, carrying what was left of Sara's conciseness, began to escape her mouth. She struggled for the surface, her heart was pounding, her arms flung violently, reaching out for whatever branch, even a straw that might be her last hope. Two strong hands grabbed her, Sara felt the weight of water shed behind her like a cocoon, then she met with the starry eyes of the raven-haired man.
Sara closed her eyes, she felt the speed of air flow, that tingling cold lightness of free-fall, then the hard colliding on the water surface. There was another splash, Cyrus followed her. He was that close, just a grasp away! Sara knew he had seen her, the water was clear, there was even not a chance of mistake. But Fate turned to her favour, the Damian, brushing past her, swam into the deeper darkness. The time for hesitation was short.
Though reluctant and upset, Sara had to admit, he had a point. "I, I owe you my thanks." The Lylthian remembered what happened in woods. She was being chased, haunted, her red-eyed inviter cornered her to the edge of the cliff. In that moment of life and death, Sara followed her instinct. Death is her least fear. Hell, if it was the inevitable end that every living being must face, she'd rather it was of her own choice. Sara measured the fall, not too bad, she will take her chance.
Ishuul must say he was mildly annoyed, explanation was among his least favourites but that was HER order, to answer whatever questions his...assigned mission may have. "Eresh, that means queen, you mean Lady Alinna? Why do you call her queen?" "Because she is." "Queen of what? Manipulation? Lies? Schemes and intrigues?" "Watch your tongue, Madame Chatain, this is no way to speak of the one who saved your life!" That was a new record of his sentence length.
perhaps what he said back in her apartment was the longest sentence he could manage. "Thank you, but could you please explain to me, WHAT are they?" "Your distant kin." The man's voice was always this calm and careless, almost indifferent. "Wait, are you saying I am one of them?" Sara shot her eyes wide-open. That could be her worst nightmare. "No, you are a Lylthian, kin to Eresh." "A Nightchild." "Yes." "So, we are different?" "You are descended from the same origin, but your paths divided."
Those questions slipped out of her subconscious thus her lips. "You were a bounty." Sara was taken aback, she was not expecting any response, she wasn't even asking a question. Her 'body guard' blended so well with the shadow that she nearly forgot his existence. "Who were those people?" The songstress glared at the man, since a conversation had begun, let it began. "Damians." "What are Damians?" "Bloodborn." Sara sighed,
Nights in the Grey Moth have always been lively ones. Merchants, opportunists, party goers. All who cross its threshold can find their fitting places, except for one. Sara sat in the chair by window of her room, eyes buried into an old photo in her hands. Ishuul leaned against the wall by the door, eyes focused on her. They could go on forever like this, but silence at the moment was the least company Sara wants. "Why Pierre, did all these happen to me."
Every trace, every aura residues of them all were wiped away with the movements. Then the figure disappeared, like it had never been there. Nothing had happened.
there it snaked its way into a pile of cardboards and sleeping bags, seemly the 'home' to two homeless people. Oh you may even spare them a penny until you see their red eyes. The two wide-eyed watched the ins and outs of the apartment, but saw nothing suspicious. The energy barrier in front of their eyes won't let them see. While the other hand slowly circled, as if was holding an eraser, the faint black trace left by the runaways dissolved like ink in the water.
