35th Ash
It had been months since Raithen had stumbled in upon the conversation between Hilana and Finn that had led to his learning of the untimely end of a friend. There was very little of temper or hotheadedness in him, so he had not raged, though anger had swelled in him. He had sought first the only living participant of the exchange that he had easy access to, His Divine Radiance, Raithen's master, the God Avaerys. His Radiance had not been a little annoyed that the undead creature was causing additional chaos, but had, in His wisdom, conjured a recreation of the scene in aether for Raithen to observe for himself what had occurred.
The observation had not assuaged the Dux's displeasure, yet still, he did not rage. His anger was a quiet thing, and patient, so he bode his time while he considered what it was that would satisfy his sense of wrong. To mete the correct punishment, if there need be any, was not his purview. What Raithen wanted was what Khyan wanted, and nothing in his background or upbringing informed him that there was any reason not to seek what was wanted, in fact, quite the opposite. Had the creature involved (undead were not people anymore) come to him, or some member of his family, and sought to rectify the situation it might have been different. Mistakes and poor choices could be accounted for, even egregious ones; penance could be paid, apologies made, but, according to what the ghost himself had said, he felt he had done nothing wrong and thus he need make no such atonement. Most likely none of the family even knew that the events had happened, but that was no concern of Raithen's and the time in which he would have accepted such had passed.
After seeking clarification from his God the Searing season had been a busy one, and it was not as if there was a need to rush. It was a shadow on his mind, but not one that obscured the sun. He needed to seek counsel, both about the situation specifically and the law generally. Raithen was not involved personally, but Hilana had been. He was no scholar, but Phocion was a master of the law. He did not own Khyan's loyalty or his soul, but Finn did. The the latter two he sent servi with messages requesting a few hours of their time whenever they could easily spare it, to the former, he went without the need.
It was not as simple as it once might have been to find the Vastiana, but Raithen now had the benefit of being able to Traverse instantly between the places she now lived so it did not take long to locate her.
It had been months since Raithen had stumbled in upon the conversation between Hilana and Finn that had led to his learning of the untimely end of a friend. There was very little of temper or hotheadedness in him, so he had not raged, though anger had swelled in him. He had sought first the only living participant of the exchange that he had easy access to, His Divine Radiance, Raithen's master, the God Avaerys. His Radiance had not been a little annoyed that the undead creature was causing additional chaos, but had, in His wisdom, conjured a recreation of the scene in aether for Raithen to observe for himself what had occurred.
The observation had not assuaged the Dux's displeasure, yet still, he did not rage. His anger was a quiet thing, and patient, so he bode his time while he considered what it was that would satisfy his sense of wrong. To mete the correct punishment, if there need be any, was not his purview. What Raithen wanted was what Khyan wanted, and nothing in his background or upbringing informed him that there was any reason not to seek what was wanted, in fact, quite the opposite. Had the creature involved (undead were not people anymore) come to him, or some member of his family, and sought to rectify the situation it might have been different. Mistakes and poor choices could be accounted for, even egregious ones; penance could be paid, apologies made, but, according to what the ghost himself had said, he felt he had done nothing wrong and thus he need make no such atonement. Most likely none of the family even knew that the events had happened, but that was no concern of Raithen's and the time in which he would have accepted such had passed.
After seeking clarification from his God the Searing season had been a busy one, and it was not as if there was a need to rush. It was a shadow on his mind, but not one that obscured the sun. He needed to seek counsel, both about the situation specifically and the law generally. Raithen was not involved personally, but Hilana had been. He was no scholar, but Phocion was a master of the law. He did not own Khyan's loyalty or his soul, but Finn did. The the latter two he sent servi with messages requesting a few hours of their time whenever they could easily spare it, to the former, he went without the need.
It was not as simple as it once might have been to find the Vastiana, but Raithen now had the benefit of being able to Traverse instantly between the places she now lived so it did not take long to locate her.
