T A L O N
Searing 53, 122 Steel
Talon stood looking out the window of his chambers within the Palace of Spires. It had been less than twenty-four hours since the events at Wintergatan Circle and already his chest ached. Aoren had winnowed down his end of the Bond so that he only had the vaguest perception of his whereabouts or well-being. Couple that with the distance that was now physically between them and it made reaching out to his husband impossible. Aoren had been beyond angry. Furious was too calm a word to describe what his bondmate had felt toward him. There was hurt. There was anger. There was fear. Not to mention what he had transmitted regarding Rickter. It made Talon wince but he was willing to bear the brunt of their anger if it meant they were all far, far away from the borders of the Imperium. It was not a guarantee of safety but it was a better assurance than having them be within Imperial borders.
In the aftermath of the commotion in the Circle, Talon had stayed and lent his assistance to the Kathar where he could. The constraints of the armor he wore forbade him from leaving the borders of the Imperial City. He was bound to obey that command whether he wanted to or not. So he had made himself useful in the fallout of the pain and suffering caused by his mere presence. It had been difficult to both watch and participate in. The Kathar had performed their duties with mechanical precision, coming to the assistance of those they could without much in the way of expression. He had remained until he had been summoned back to the Palace of Spires.
He stood, contemplating on what he had done. Had he made the right decision? He did not know. He had made a decision. It was one he would now have to live with. With that in mind, he pondered what he had witnessed in the moments of that choice. He had registered the presence of other bearers of his Emblem within the city. As soon as he had taken note of them, he had sent a thread of warning to each and every one of them, telling them as best he could to stay away from Wintergatan Circle. The last thing any of them needed was to be caught in the open with an entire swarm of Kathar Legionnaire’s bearing down on them. He knew that Dawnmartyrs were strong and well trained but there were too few of them to stand up to so many in such a chaotic environment.
As soon as he had woken up that morning, he had expanded his senses into the city in order to feel for them. He had sent quiet acknowledgement of their presence and the warmth of Hope to them. Silently he urged patience. The way ahead was not a clear one. It certainly would not be an easy one. Now that those he loved most were no longer in immediate danger, it freed him to concentrate on the tasks at hand.
Lyrielle.
He had seen her impart a sliver of her essence into one of the Kathar who had come to the Circle. Her presence had fallen off his senses since then but he was certain that she would pop up sooner or later. He was in the middle of trying to figure out how to reach out to her when he heard a knock on the doors to his chambers. This was followed by them opening. Into the room walked a Kathar knight whom he did not immediately recognize.
“Yes?” He quirked a brow, ready to hear what was undoubtedly a summons for something or other.
Talon stood looking out the window of his chambers within the Palace of Spires. It had been less than twenty-four hours since the events at Wintergatan Circle and already his chest ached. Aoren had winnowed down his end of the Bond so that he only had the vaguest perception of his whereabouts or well-being. Couple that with the distance that was now physically between them and it made reaching out to his husband impossible. Aoren had been beyond angry. Furious was too calm a word to describe what his bondmate had felt toward him. There was hurt. There was anger. There was fear. Not to mention what he had transmitted regarding Rickter. It made Talon wince but he was willing to bear the brunt of their anger if it meant they were all far, far away from the borders of the Imperium. It was not a guarantee of safety but it was a better assurance than having them be within Imperial borders.
In the aftermath of the commotion in the Circle, Talon had stayed and lent his assistance to the Kathar where he could. The constraints of the armor he wore forbade him from leaving the borders of the Imperial City. He was bound to obey that command whether he wanted to or not. So he had made himself useful in the fallout of the pain and suffering caused by his mere presence. It had been difficult to both watch and participate in. The Kathar had performed their duties with mechanical precision, coming to the assistance of those they could without much in the way of expression. He had remained until he had been summoned back to the Palace of Spires.
He stood, contemplating on what he had done. Had he made the right decision? He did not know. He had made a decision. It was one he would now have to live with. With that in mind, he pondered what he had witnessed in the moments of that choice. He had registered the presence of other bearers of his Emblem within the city. As soon as he had taken note of them, he had sent a thread of warning to each and every one of them, telling them as best he could to stay away from Wintergatan Circle. The last thing any of them needed was to be caught in the open with an entire swarm of Kathar Legionnaire’s bearing down on them. He knew that Dawnmartyrs were strong and well trained but there were too few of them to stand up to so many in such a chaotic environment.
As soon as he had woken up that morning, he had expanded his senses into the city in order to feel for them. He had sent quiet acknowledgement of their presence and the warmth of Hope to them. Silently he urged patience. The way ahead was not a clear one. It certainly would not be an easy one. Now that those he loved most were no longer in immediate danger, it freed him to concentrate on the tasks at hand.
Lyrielle.
He had seen her impart a sliver of her essence into one of the Kathar who had come to the Circle. Her presence had fallen off his senses since then but he was certain that she would pop up sooner or later. He was in the middle of trying to figure out how to reach out to her when he heard a knock on the doors to his chambers. This was followed by them opening. Into the room walked a Kathar knight whom he did not immediately recognize.
“Yes?” He quirked a brow, ready to hear what was undoubtedly a summons for something or other.
