Post by Cathaline on Sept 6, 2013 16:06:56 GMT -5
{desc=Something terrible happens.}Samara and Cambyses knew Paget, a bluehandler from Dalibor, quite well. She would come over on her rest nights sometimes to get some new society, to play her music in their dining hall. Although Samara personally had very little to do either with Crescent's few handler-guards or with Dalibor's wher program, she knew Paget had been at Dalibor a long time and was close to Audren; she was very happy to maintain these ties.
The problem with ties was that, eventually, they snapped.
The Lord and Lady Holder were roused from a dead sleep in the very early morning, before the summer sky even started to lighten, and they entered a meeting room. Samara stood, stone-faced, beside her husband's desk and listened to the quiet, shellshocked rendition of one of their guards, who was twisting his cap in his hands.
"We had got word that a wild iron was sniffing around a settlement out there. They asked us for help. She was here and she offered to go with us. Well, we all split up, I mean, we had the whers with us, so we were still in contact. We took down the iron right enough, and then...we don't know what happened. We lost them."
"Exactly what do you mean by lost?" Samara asked quietly.
"Lost touch, and then just...lost her. Paget. We found her wher. He was, um..." The guard licked his lips and stared at the ceiling, as if he very much didn't want to admit this, and then said hoarsely, "It was arrows."
"It was people?" Samara demanded. "Someone attacked a Dalibor wher and his handler on our land?"
"Looks that way."
Samara did not habitually cross her arms, and she clenched and unclenched her fist at her side, every muscle tense. So the assassins were still around, then. The guard droned on, talking about their search and how they'd found nothing - certainly not a pool of blood large enough to indicate Paget had been murdered. So she might still be alive. Either way, her body had been taken, and half of her mind ripped out when they murdered her wher.
She allowed Cambyses to give the orders about what would be done to search for the missing handler, and once the guard had gone to carry them out, she turned to him, planting her hands on his desk. "I'll go to Audren," she said, with a heavy heart. "Do you suppose they knew? That she was from Dalibor? Or was it merely a lucky strike, and they would have been happy to take one of our handlers?"
Either way, whoever was doing this...they would pay for it, and pay dearly.
The problem with ties was that, eventually, they snapped.
The Lord and Lady Holder were roused from a dead sleep in the very early morning, before the summer sky even started to lighten, and they entered a meeting room. Samara stood, stone-faced, beside her husband's desk and listened to the quiet, shellshocked rendition of one of their guards, who was twisting his cap in his hands.
"We had got word that a wild iron was sniffing around a settlement out there. They asked us for help. She was here and she offered to go with us. Well, we all split up, I mean, we had the whers with us, so we were still in contact. We took down the iron right enough, and then...we don't know what happened. We lost them."
"Exactly what do you mean by lost?" Samara asked quietly.
"Lost touch, and then just...lost her. Paget. We found her wher. He was, um..." The guard licked his lips and stared at the ceiling, as if he very much didn't want to admit this, and then said hoarsely, "It was arrows."
"It was people?" Samara demanded. "Someone attacked a Dalibor wher and his handler on our land?"
"Looks that way."
Samara did not habitually cross her arms, and she clenched and unclenched her fist at her side, every muscle tense. So the assassins were still around, then. The guard droned on, talking about their search and how they'd found nothing - certainly not a pool of blood large enough to indicate Paget had been murdered. So she might still be alive. Either way, her body had been taken, and half of her mind ripped out when they murdered her wher.
She allowed Cambyses to give the orders about what would be done to search for the missing handler, and once the guard had gone to carry them out, she turned to him, planting her hands on his desk. "I'll go to Audren," she said, with a heavy heart. "Do you suppose they knew? That she was from Dalibor? Or was it merely a lucky strike, and they would have been happy to take one of our handlers?"
Either way, whoever was doing this...they would pay for it, and pay dearly.
