Outside Aurelio's Apartment
46 Frost 121
Aurin hadn't seen Aurelio for at least a season. At first, he hadn't been bothered when the Avialae slunk off in the night, embarrassed by what had befallen him at the High Hopes with Torin. No medic, he had still made sure the man's wounds were tended and when he related the observed effects of the poison to Elwes, she had offered a sinuous shrug and said it wasn't enough to cause lasting damage to an Avialae or to Torin, who was a strapping human.
From time to time, he had dropped by the apartment, but to no avail. He had stuck his head into the High Hopes but never found him there either—or any suspicious hooded people, which might have been good or might have been bad. When he asked around the neighborhood, people noticed that a young Avialae still lived there. His illusory wings had been enough to assure them that he was merely looking after one of his own kind. But Torin hadn't seen him either and while he had considered leaving Yshvold to watch the door and inform him as soon as Aurelio showed up, he was leery of the kid catching wind of wing-stealing cultists and going to investigate on his own.
So it fell to Aurin.
He knocked, but there was no answer—of course. Looking around, he saw nobody watching him, and so he engaged his trick to hide him from view, then his other trick to hide his aura from view, pushing his semblance beyond the door to sense what was within. There were traces of Aurelio in there—hints at his particular pattern of aether, which Aurin had memorized while pinned underneath his passed out form. He definitely still lived there, but he wasn't there now.
So Aurin decided to wait. He had better things to do, but this needed to get done. Aurelio needed someone to watch out for him and apparently didn't have the sense to stick with Aurin, though Aurin didn't have the sense to cut bait, either.
46 Frost 121
Aurin hadn't seen Aurelio for at least a season. At first, he hadn't been bothered when the Avialae slunk off in the night, embarrassed by what had befallen him at the High Hopes with Torin. No medic, he had still made sure the man's wounds were tended and when he related the observed effects of the poison to Elwes, she had offered a sinuous shrug and said it wasn't enough to cause lasting damage to an Avialae or to Torin, who was a strapping human.
From time to time, he had dropped by the apartment, but to no avail. He had stuck his head into the High Hopes but never found him there either—or any suspicious hooded people, which might have been good or might have been bad. When he asked around the neighborhood, people noticed that a young Avialae still lived there. His illusory wings had been enough to assure them that he was merely looking after one of his own kind. But Torin hadn't seen him either and while he had considered leaving Yshvold to watch the door and inform him as soon as Aurelio showed up, he was leery of the kid catching wind of wing-stealing cultists and going to investigate on his own.
So it fell to Aurin.
He knocked, but there was no answer—of course. Looking around, he saw nobody watching him, and so he engaged his trick to hide him from view, then his other trick to hide his aura from view, pushing his semblance beyond the door to sense what was within. There were traces of Aurelio in there—hints at his particular pattern of aether, which Aurin had memorized while pinned underneath his passed out form. He definitely still lived there, but he wasn't there now.
So Aurin decided to wait. He had better things to do, but this needed to get done. Aurelio needed someone to watch out for him and apparently didn't have the sense to stick with Aurin, though Aurin didn't have the sense to cut bait, either.
