Boundless Limits {B.Durran}

15

There's only a slight narrowing of Tierney's eyes to show that she's even uncomfortable as she cuts through the meat on her plate at lunch later that day. Both Ridoc and Rhiannon looked at her stitches, ensuring that she did them correctly and were both impressed and pissed at her work.

She can feel Ridoc eyeing her carefully from the corner of his eyes, watching her eat at her usual pace, acting as if the wound doesn't need stitches. She's had worse.

Sawyer wanders to their table, softly sweeping his eyes over Violet who is flanked by Liam and Rhiannon, being careful of the injured and targeted girl. "Oh, Tier," he says placing his tray on the table. "I just spoke to Dain, he said something about making sure you get to Professor Carr's class after lunch."

The woman freezes, her forkful of food halfway to her mouth pauses its journey for a brief moment before it returns to her plate. "Oh... shit." She mumbles, having just remembered something vitally important. Something that shouldn't have slipped her mind, but considering the circumstances the morning has started with, she can't be placed at fault.

"Oh, shit?" Ridoc repeats her words, lifting a brow along with his fork. Concern creases his every feature, from the lump on her head to the gash in her arm, Tierney should be mended, but the Valkorin is stubborn and is making him worry over it— a worry he shares with Carian.

The man has been glancing at their table the entire time they've been here, constantly keeping an eye on Tierney. She worries everyone with her risks, her nonchalantness, and she seems to never care.

"What haven't you told us?" Ridoc asks before shoving his food into his mouth and chewing, having been told off by the squad enough to speak and then eat.

Tierney smiles sheepishly, she tilts her head to the side as she twirls her knife in her hands. The butterknife moves just as fluidly between her fingers as any dagger will. "Anam..." she pauses, clearing her throat, "she started channelling."

Tierney winces at the uproar at the table, receiving more than a few glances at the sudden noise. The woman bows her head slightly toward the table, continuing to eat as the squad barrages her with questions.

They verbally pounce at her, questioning about her signet, feigning hurt and asking, 'How could you not tell us?'

The voices die when they realise she's not answering them, not looking up as she folds food over each other and pushes it to her fork, Tierney says. "No signet has manifested." The table shoots her confused looks, "I felt a flood of energy in my body last night... raw, untapped power. Anam confirmed that she had started channelling after that interesting experience."

"How could you not tell us?" Rhiannon calls out, real hurt coating her tone as she looks at the brunette. With one glance, Tierney knows she isn't feigning it.

"I forgot," before they could bombard her with reasons as to why that's not a reasonable excuse, she continues. "A lot has happened in the last day from falling off Anam to this morning," she waves a dismissive hand, "Channelling isn't as important as Vi's life."

No one can disagree, nor does anyone at the table want to. They're just as overwhelmed with what had happened as Violet and Tierney, and they weren't present for the fight that still has Violet shaken up.

"Well," Sawyer clears his throat, turning to Tierney he offers her a bright smile, making the woman narrow her eyes suspiciously. "Guess you're coming with me to experience Carr's particular band of instruction."

"Oh gods... help me," Tierney mutters, closing her eyes she drops her cutlery and brings her hands to her face in a praying position. She knows Carr from Aodh's stories and lessons, but she's not swayed by her Father's opinions, preferring to meet the man before forming her opinion. But, "That grin you're giving me, Sawyer, makes me nervous."