Face stricken with fear, the man approaches Dehster, hurriedly glancing about. Mumbling a brief greeting to the man he looks anxiously to the cradle at his feet, crouching down to lift the child swathed in blankets. As he rises he utters a few desperate words.
"She is in trouble, he needs to come with me now."
Carefully cradling the baby, he softly murmurs trying to calm him as he stirs.
"Hush Sweetie, we will find a way."
With a tender kiss to the forehead the man clutches the bundle to his chest and turns to take his leave. Looking back briefly he bites tentatively at his lip before instructing Dehster.
"Tell only his mother I have him; others she trusted can know he is safe."
Sweetie
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Re: Sweetie
They knew where Corvus was, they knew Oxi had her and Will's son in safekeeping..how did they know! They threatened to hurt Corvus if she didn't follow their instructions to the letter. Would they keep their promise and let Will and Golwenor go if she gave them her coin? Having spent time at the cave years ago when the temple was still very active, Kyre knew exactly where they were kept yet if she went back on her own, could she get that locked door open without her mana draining all the way first? What if she found Oxi, hid Corvus, then went back with help...yet, how did they know Oxi had their son, could she trust anyone now?
Having finally wrestled her hands from the post at the harbor where they left her after the release, Kyre's ungloved hand immediately reaches to pull the mana bomb soaked scarf off her eyes almost gagging at the smell while leaning over the peer to wash as much from her face and hair as possible. Managing to get off one KEL RA in the cave, even though unaimed and with barely enough mana for the spell, someone had decided to soak her in the liquid of the bomb. At the same moment, a bright red mark on her neck in the distinct shape of a hand attested to the strength of the person that nearly strangled her only stopped by the voice of another..
We still need her...
..yet despite her pain and with voice hoarse as eyes briefly flash red in anger, Kyre whispers softly "they will pay".
Having finally wrestled her hands from the post at the harbor where they left her after the release, Kyre's ungloved hand immediately reaches to pull the mana bomb soaked scarf off her eyes almost gagging at the smell while leaning over the peer to wash as much from her face and hair as possible. Managing to get off one KEL RA in the cave, even though unaimed and with barely enough mana for the spell, someone had decided to soak her in the liquid of the bomb. At the same moment, a bright red mark on her neck in the distinct shape of a hand attested to the strength of the person that nearly strangled her only stopped by the voice of another..
We still need her...
..yet despite her pain and with voice hoarse as eyes briefly flash red in anger, Kyre whispers softly "they will pay".