5th of Ash, 121
Walking through Kalzasi felt different now. The wind was warm and the sky was as clear as her goal. She saw the streets now as bustling with strangers whose lives mattered not to her. Playful children didn’t receive any second glance from Fawn and even butterflies did not distract her pathway towards the palace where Rickter would be found.
She felt a little guilty for not writing to them all this time. But what would she have said? ‘Hi, my parents were killed.’? No. This was better, this was easier.
Would he train her though? He’d have to. She didn’t want negation anymore she wanted to burn everything to the ground. She wanted fire. She wanted to feel the life of the murderer snuff out between her fingers. But so many things needed to happen first- and the start to it all was magic.
Fawns feed took her straight up the palace steps. Avialae and guards flew above her and waved, though she made no movement to return the gesture. She didn’t feel like herself.
”Fawn!” A voice exclaimed. A guard at the top of the steps called to her. She was of course well known. First from being Talon's apprentice, second from being an honored guest after her assault, and third from having visited Rickter.
Fawn’s half smile reflected nothing in her eyes as she reached the gate.
”Hello. I’m here ta’ see Rickter.” She spoke, dull green eyes sunken slightly from another night of restless sleep.
The guard nodded. ”Of course, he should be in the courtyard training as usual. You’re welcome as long as you’d like.”
The country girl gave her best bow and walked onward. It felt strange… walking to the courtyard like last time. But last time she had been excited to see them, excited to kiss him, excited to see her family before learning magic… this time she felt stifled with every step. Would he? He’d have to.
He’d have to. And if he didn’t….
That wasn’t an option.
With a huff and a clenched jaw, the girl hasted her steps. She’d carried with her a backpack full of a few dresses, pain killers, and bandages, and along her waistband of the blood red cotton dress she wore was a simple leather holster for the dagger that Hannah had given her. Something that now never left her side even when she slept.
Turning the corner to the courtyard, Fawn took a deep breath and scanned the horizon for the man in question. He’d have to….