✨ Tattered Wings ✨ Kaz✖️OC.

Crying with the wolves

The last time she was in Fjerda was for the Ice Court heist, she never thought she'd be back in this country again but here she was—to fulfil a promise she'd made to him a while ago.

As the Djerholm harbour came into view a bright memory flashed: Nina had made a huge sacrifice to free them and keep the secret of jurda parem out of Fjerdan hands. The drug that had made their victory possible, and it had exacted an awful price, changing the course of Nina's life and the very nature of her Grisha power.

If they'd never gone to the Ice Court, would Matthias still be alive? Would Nina's heart still be whole? Pointless questions. There was no answer that would bring him back. Saints, she missed her friends. It would've been easier with them around. Wylan would be intimidated to be back in Fjerda, Jesper would've cracked a dozen jokes in the first five minutes, Nina would've probably worn her blonde wig and the obnoxious Fjerdan costume she wore in Ketterdam and Kaz would be scheming as usual.

Aeolian pulled up her hood, she knew the chances of her being recognised were slim but it was a force of habit to wear her hood in crowded areas. She could've tailored her appearance if she wanted. But the Shu's never tailored their faces, and she had no intentions to do so.

"Jormanen end denam danne näskelle," someone said, the traditional Fjerdan greeting to travelers as she stepped foot on the harbour. Be welcome and wait out the storm.

"Grannem end kerjenning grante jut onter kelholm," Aeolian said in traditional reply. I thank you and bring only gratitude to your home.

Nina had buried Matthias in his homeland, but she took two long months to do so. Nina was unable to let him go, she'd cried herself to sleep at night. Aeolian had heard it all from Adrik, the Grisha who'd helped Nina bury Matthias. And he was the one who had drew the map for Aeolian so, that she could find Matthias' final resting place.

She was heading to Gäfvalle but to be on the safe side, she'd to stop by Djerholm. So that the people of that small town won't get suspicious seeing her all matte black ship. She had brought a friend along in this quest of hers.

Pope was Zemeni, with short dark hair and brown eyes. But he wasn't as tall as the other Zemeni guys she encountered. He worked as a gardener at Councilman Hoede mansion, that's how they met. But after Hoede's tragedy Pope was posted to Hoede's summer house.

She thought she'd never see him again but after she left Shu Han, she stumbled across him. He'd left his job as a gardener and became a navigator on ships instead, because he wanted to travel the world. When Aeolian had asked him to join her for this quest, he'd gladly accepted: noting that he'd never been to Fjerda.

They weren't close but when they were working with Hoede, Aeolian had noticed that he was a good tracker. He'd track rabbits, snakes and other
reptiles that make their nests in the gardens of the Councilmen, if there was any infestation—Pope was called because he could track animals with little effort. And she needed someone like him for what she's about to do next.

As Pope went to get a sledge for them, she sat on a stone bench and looked up at the Ice Court. The Fjerdans had repaired the damages and tightened security immensely after what she and her friends had done to it. But Aeolian didn't feel sorry for the damages—they'd rescued Kuwei and saved the Grisha from the plight of jurda parem.

If Kaz was here, his brain would've been itching for another break at the Ice Court. Anything that's locked attracts him like a moth to a flame. He likes to test his limits, but he never leaves anything to chance. She wondered if he ever thinks about her, like she does. Maybe he does when he needed to collect information or want someone to rile up, she thought annoyingly.