Post by azmeorelda on Sept 23, 2013 12:13:40 GMT
Cloaked so that the face does not show a huddled over person comes into the city at night. Keeping to the edges of light they make their way smoothly down the roads. The occassional corpse still laying about as yet picked up by the many wagons working around the great capitol of Yesad. Tapping lightly on the door of a tailors shop. Looking about and waiting, impatiently tapping again. The door cracks open a small amount of light spilling from the doorway lighting up the cloaked figure but still not exposing the face. "Can I help you Deary?" says the old lady which runs the shop. "I seek refuge Aunt. I am your sisters youngest child Hazima. You sent word for help, and I am here to see what can be done. Might I come in out of the night?"
Shock washes over the old lady's face. "I thought for sure that no message did get out. Yes, yes come in deary. I was hoping more for, well, more, really. Jaenell was always really stingy."
Stepping inside and showing her face and the wild hair, with the glowing red eyes. "Yes, well Mother is doing just fine since you asked." Put aback some for being chided so the elder starts to open her mouth to say so, and then sees the eyes... Her face going stiff and her voice stopping in mid word. "Yes, how rude of me." She changes... "I see you more of your Father in you." It was a statement that spoke volumes of undercurrent. "If you still have your family ring you might be just the perfect person for this... Cup of tea? It is a long story."
Nodding politely, "Yes Aunt, that would be lovely." Taking the chair facing the door she waits for her tea.
Mirtylle starts off telling the tale of recent weeks. Hazima nodding and soaking it all in making mental notes for questions later.
Shock washes over the old lady's face. "I thought for sure that no message did get out. Yes, yes come in deary. I was hoping more for, well, more, really. Jaenell was always really stingy."
Stepping inside and showing her face and the wild hair, with the glowing red eyes. "Yes, well Mother is doing just fine since you asked." Put aback some for being chided so the elder starts to open her mouth to say so, and then sees the eyes... Her face going stiff and her voice stopping in mid word. "Yes, how rude of me." She changes... "I see you more of your Father in you." It was a statement that spoke volumes of undercurrent. "If you still have your family ring you might be just the perfect person for this... Cup of tea? It is a long story."
Nodding politely, "Yes Aunt, that would be lovely." Taking the chair facing the door she waits for her tea.
Mirtylle starts off telling the tale of recent weeks. Hazima nodding and soaking it all in making mental notes for questions later.