We raise our chalices to fallen combatants

N/A · 10-19-2022, 06:47 PM

It had been long, far too long since Ruu had seen her sister. She raced toward Claire, her sister calling her name as she, too, raced for the two of them to meet. Nuru felt her heart racing in her chest. A flicker of anxiety passed through her, for while she was happy to see her sister again the weight of the bad news she bore rested heavily on her shoulders. She really wished she didn’t have to carry the news of their brother Faolan’s death or the fact that Gargie hadn’t shown up yet. Still, she wouldn’t change this meeting for the world.

The moment they were close Nuru slowed, coming to a stop only once she was next to her sister before she wrapped her head around Claire’s neck. “I’ve missed you so much.” Nguruvilu closed her eyes and exhaled. “I just wish it could have been on happier terms… Claire… I need you to listen to me.” She drew back, all traces of a smile having fled from her lips.

“Faolan is… he’s dead. Gone.” Ruu drew in a steadying breath. “We allowed someone into our circle. Someone we thought we could trust. But he betrayed us, and we were attacked by slavers. We fought hard but Faolan succumbed to his injuries.” Her blue gaze lowered. “Gargoyle stayed behind to ensure he was put to rest, urging Florian back to Boreas, to come to find you. He said he would be coming but… I don’t know sis, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him since that day.” She lifted her gaze and whined.

“Florian has been living in the North, around the Pines and the Red Forest.” Tears had started to sting her eyes. “I’m sorry… we never should have left home.”

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