Fate Weaver's convergence

C60 Opening breeze, fading flowers 7

"Fine! If she wants to be that way, fine!"

I could feel warm tears falling one at a time down my cheeks, tears of frustration, that for the life of me I couldn't stand. I just felt frustrated, I'd failed. I was sure the seat that Kiyomi had within this body was in the front row, just the same from the sadness too.

"Kiyomi, wait, Beryl just needs to calm down."

Mother attempted to call me back as I stomped toward the entrance that Beryl just passed through.

"Whatever! I'm going home!"

I yelled over my shoulder, unable to face mother with what may have been the first legitimate face of defiance I'd probably shown her. Most of all above that-

I can't let them see me ugly cry! I don't want Mamma's help with this! Fuck, why are we even crying?!

"Kiyomi-"

I slammed the door to the courtyard closed, cutting Mother off as I continued. The entire time I tried looking to the ground, avoiding eye contact with anyone I could. The walk felt like it took an hour at the least as I continued to cry silently, clenching my teeth in anger. Seeing the Adventurers guild, I wiped my face the best I could as I approached its entrance.

Why is it like this? Why couldn't it have worked?! Fuck, this stupid haze! Fuck!

Rubbing the sides of my head I crept into the closest entrance to the stairs to home that I could. It being peak afternoon hours for the guild, most of the entrances had constant traffic.

Distraction, we need a distraction. Napping won't cool us off.

Step after step creaked as I walked up the stairs. The sound of flexing wood only stopped as I came face to face with the front door.

Maybe I should have run to Callum's forge?

I waffled on my decision for a few seconds before thinking of my next best place for distraction.

Lorn, screw it. We had reading to do anyway.

Before finishing the thought, my feet were already pivoting and the fast pace of my walk resounded on the wood floor. Walking along the balcony, up the stairs, and eventually rapping on the two giant doors to Lorn's office. Just as I was thinking that my nock may have been a bit too much, one of the doors swung inward. On the other side of the doorway, I was greeted by an elf staring down at me. With a hand on her hip and a dropped brow, Lorn looked rather perturbed.

"Of all places after your little attempt failed, you come directly to me?"

Lorn's words felt accusing for some reason, biting at an unseen wound.

"I- wanted to do some-. Some studying to distract myself..."

I could feel my tail plant itself on the ground, hoping she'd put up with my presence as she worked. Thankfully, after a few moments of staring down at me, the Elf rolled her eyes and nodded for me to enter.

"Just try not to be too loud. If you have any questions, write them down."

Thank you...

With Lorn's answer, I exhaled with a slight sense of relief.

I don't have to brew on this, thank fuck.

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The sobs of a young girl echoed throughout the residence of a particular trio of Lamia, the cracking of her voice mixed with gasps for air were all that was made out.