Post by moralhazard on May 23, 2019 5:13:46 GMT
“Iara.”
The halfling woman was sleeping.
Kara looked down at her, quiet. She hadn’t asked about healing at Blackstaff Tower. Once she had given the not-elf over, as he had asked, she had left. The only thing she had asked of Faeren was to be told what happened, and that Kara did want.
She had stopped for a meal on her way home, eating quickly and mostly silently, stopping only when she knew that one more bite and she would lose her stomach on the floor. She had washed herself clean and soaped out her cuts, cleaned her glaive and tunic and hung them to dry, and then slept for the better part of twelve hours.
By the time Kara had woken, she was hungry and thirsty again. She drank two full water skins, and bought a meat pasty from a cart as she walked along the streets, a small bag tucked in one pocket. She wore her blue tunic, with leggings and a black undershirt, and carried her glaive with her, as always. But for a few healing wounds, she looked much as she ever had, and less bruised than when last Iara had seen her.
It wasn’t hard to find the Red Stallion. It wasn’t hard either to find Iara, asleep leaning against the counter.
“Iara,” Kara said again, a little louder. The woman started awake, eyes wise and frightened, and Kara held still, looking at her, and waiting until she was calmer. She didn’t rush her at all; Kara understood what it was to wake afraid.
“Come to the back,” Kara told her. She turned and made her way to the same room where she had woken up after the first fight with Uryon. Kara waited there, hands behind her back, for Iara to join her.
When the woman did, Kara didn’t hesitate. “Uryon is dead,” she said, simply. “I will not stop. Here,” she pulled the small bag from her pocket and handed it to Iara; it was full of a great handful of the gems she and the not-elf had stolen from Ajisha. Kara had not given Iara all of the gems, but the amount inside was still very substantial.
Kara waited until Iara had the bag, then turned to leave, starting to make her way from the room.
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The halfling woman was sleeping.
Kara looked down at her, quiet. She hadn’t asked about healing at Blackstaff Tower. Once she had given the not-elf over, as he had asked, she had left. The only thing she had asked of Faeren was to be told what happened, and that Kara did want.
She had stopped for a meal on her way home, eating quickly and mostly silently, stopping only when she knew that one more bite and she would lose her stomach on the floor. She had washed herself clean and soaped out her cuts, cleaned her glaive and tunic and hung them to dry, and then slept for the better part of twelve hours.
By the time Kara had woken, she was hungry and thirsty again. She drank two full water skins, and bought a meat pasty from a cart as she walked along the streets, a small bag tucked in one pocket. She wore her blue tunic, with leggings and a black undershirt, and carried her glaive with her, as always. But for a few healing wounds, she looked much as she ever had, and less bruised than when last Iara had seen her.
It wasn’t hard to find the Red Stallion. It wasn’t hard either to find Iara, asleep leaning against the counter.
“Iara,” Kara said again, a little louder. The woman started awake, eyes wise and frightened, and Kara held still, looking at her, and waiting until she was calmer. She didn’t rush her at all; Kara understood what it was to wake afraid.
“Come to the back,” Kara told her. She turned and made her way to the same room where she had woken up after the first fight with Uryon. Kara waited there, hands behind her back, for Iara to join her.
When the woman did, Kara didn’t hesitate. “Uryon is dead,” she said, simply. “I will not stop. Here,” she pulled the small bag from her pocket and handed it to Iara; it was full of a great handful of the gems she and the not-elf had stolen from Ajisha. Kara had not given Iara all of the gems, but the amount inside was still very substantial.
Kara waited until Iara had the bag, then turned to leave, starting to make her way from the room.
((Word count: 10,290))