[ Khara made it a point not to spend any time at the estate, not since the fateful day she'd come across Inancha hovering over the prone body of a Hyur, knife in hand. Khara sometimes awoke in the middle of the night because she could still feel the heat in her face, the way Jebei's breath gusted against her skin when he'd leaned in. She could still feel the way Inancha had looked to her, stricken, when she'd walked out of the room.
Sometimes she laid back onto the bed, curled up warmly against Baz's side. Other times she'd get up, and sit in front of one of the far windows of the room, staring at the inky sky until the sun rose. Though she saw Inancha almost daily, she made it a point to look through her rather than at her. She'd placed so much faith in her, and had been disappointed.
Perhaps that had been her fault to begin with.
When she received the letter, she was immediately suspicious, but some long-dead glimmer of hope awakened within her, urging her to see what it was about. All things considered, it was likely a trap of some sort... Or another elaborate means for Jebei to humiliate her again. Regardless, Khara found herself headed to Bentbranch Meadows astride Altan, a quickly-penned note with her location and intentions left for Baz on her side of their bed.
The sun had yet to rise for several hours, but that suited Khara just fine. When she reached their appointed meeting spot, she called upon her darkside as she dismounted, the familiar thrum providing little comfort in the chill morning air. A stiff breeze stirred the branches above her as she placed her hand on the hilt of her blade, drumming her fingers along it for comfort. ]
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Sometimes she laid back onto the bed, curled up warmly against Baz's side. Other times she'd get up, and sit in front of one of the far windows of the room, staring at the inky sky until the sun rose. Though she saw Inancha almost daily, she made it a point to look through her rather than at her. She'd placed so much faith in her, and had been disappointed.
Perhaps that had been her fault to begin with.
When she received the letter, she was immediately suspicious, but some long-dead glimmer of hope awakened within her, urging her to see what it was about. All things considered, it was likely a trap of some sort... Or another elaborate means for Jebei to humiliate her again. Regardless, Khara found herself headed to Bentbranch Meadows astride Altan, a quickly-penned note with her location and intentions left for Baz on her side of their bed.
The sun had yet to rise for several hours, but that suited Khara just fine. When she reached their appointed meeting spot, she called upon her darkside as she dismounted, the familiar thrum providing little comfort in the chill morning air. A stiff breeze stirred the branches above her as she placed her hand on the hilt of her blade, drumming her fingers along it for comfort. ]
... I'm here.