𝐸𝑚𝑟𝑖𝑠 [𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙡𝙛𝙚𝙧]

Chapter 5: The Past Sorrows The Present

Lihbi's eyes met deep grey eyes, and in a matter of seconds she knew who it was. "Chrollo," she thought; while more and more questions arose in her head. She could recognize those eyes anywhere, the sultry look in them, along with the slight shine that hid in the deep within them. Lihbi looked up, desperate to find Chrollo; he came into her mind and now she couldn't let him go. She had to talk to him, she had to tell him, warn him before it's too late.

She contemplated for a moment, for she knew if she went off to him now then it would cause suspicion. Lihbi continued to walk with her associates, an impassive façade still planted on her face, as she looked around the bar. The plan was to find someone to talk to, or get information out of, then stray away from her associates to find Chrollo- who she knew was waiting outside for her.

The group was now in the far back of the pub, dimly lit, and reeked of expensive alcohol. In the very corner of the bar, Lihbi was able to spot a viridian pendant, something that she recognized from her childhood. It was a pendant that was given to her by her sister before she had passed. A necklace Lihbi had put away 5 years ago.

She hastily said goodbye to her associates, eager to find information about this mysterious being carrying a necklace that she had left behind many many years before. It's shimmering glint led her to the back, like a beacon of light. Once Lihbi got to the back she had the chance to take a better look at the figure that stood before her. The person was covered in a black cloak over their entire body; Lihbi couldn't tell who, how old, or what they were. Yet, when a hand reached out to set down the pendant that led her here; Lihbi took an immediate guess to them being an older lady.

The old lady raised her head, the cloak stayed put covering her identity, while she motioned for Lihbi to sit down. Her stature was short and thin, the cloak covering most, and any ways of identification. The cloak itself was entirely black, with a thin gold lining on the edge. Though in a glint of the light, the matte black revealed to show the intricate designs printed on the cloak in black. Many swirls and flowers; a design that Lihbi immediately recognized.

"Are you from Fyndria," questioned Lihbi, her eyes bore holes into the hood of the cloak.

The old lady brought her hands back out of the pockets of the cloak, to set on the table; seemingly undoing a sort of spell. A tiny pouch was in the palm of her hands as she set it next to the pendant. Afterwards, she took the bandage from her finger and unraveled it, showing codes of script. These lines of words, looked as a sealing spell to Lihbi, one to seal or restrict nen.

"Yes," came out a croaked voice. Clearly from the old lady, the voice was slightly high-pitched and hoarse. The old lady studied Lihbi's face, while Lihbi looked towards the pendant.

"Do you-," started Lihbi, yet the old lady cut her off.

"You have been searching for the string for much time, yes"

Lihbi said had no verbal response to her words, instead choosing to respond in her head, as if taking a guess at the old lady's ability. Though, Lihbi couldn't see it, the old lady smiled under her cloak, grateful that the younger one actually had knowledge- unlike the others that the lady had encountered.

"Ah, so you've figured it out," chuckled the old lady, "But, if I could kindly ask you to speak instead would be great for me dear."

Lihbi, put a slight smile on for the kind old lady. As she took a moment to clear her thoughts, for the old lady not be overwhelmed. Lihbi took a deep breath, waiting for many moments until her face turned slightly purple, to exhale slowly.

"I'm Lihbi Forisu, it's good to meet you,"

"It's good to meet you, I hope to be able to give this back to you," The old lady motioned towards the pendant.