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11-29-2013, 08:46 PM
Perhaps she still carried a small amount of Argent's perfume, whatever the case, he would keep his distance and inquire of the Queen's location. Sendoa's head would drop lower - if that were possible. In fact, it moreso recoiled back by a quick scrunching of her neck. ?Gone. Presumably dead.? That didn't seem like enough information, though every bit of it came out truthful and without hesitation. It wasn't exactly rehearsed, but it was put out there as easily as she could form the words. ?She came to get me out of Tortuga, we stopped at a river - she was bloody, I was thirsty. I swear, I only drank for a minute or two and then she was gone. There wasn't any evidence of where she'd gone.. she just.. she just vanished, Isardis. I looked for an hour or more, there was nothing. Nothing.? This part came out far choppier than she'd imagined, but the sorrow of Argent's departure rang true. She hated to see someone leave Glaciem - particularly someone her brother was so overly fond of, but it had never been her right to stop the Queen. If she wanted to go, she ought to be gone. Glaciem had no room for lukewarm followers - even Queens. She would not move, not an inch. She was not necessarily welcomed back - though it seemed that he might have mercy enough to give her some sort of home in the northern kingdom. Tongue would nervously flicker across her lips as she remained submissive - waiting for the verdict to be given. Waiting for the gavel to fall. ?speech,? |