Ariadne has always been a dreamer. Her mother would always say she was away with the faeries.
Until one night, an envelope shrouded with magic lands at her doorstep, inviting her to the dance of the damned in the enchanting land of Altoria.
It's m...
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Kallen stared at Lena, stared at the book firmly wedged under her arm and he smiled. He clasped his hands under his chin and glanced at Iyrena.
"I have duties to attend to, I will see you both later," Iyrena stood up and left.
Iyrena nodded subtly at Lena on her way out.
Ari murmered in her sleep, turned over and Kallen looked at her softly.
"Do not deny you care about her," Lena sat in the space Iyrena vacated.
Kallen sighed. That was the problem. "I think I care too much, Lena," he rested his head in his hand.
"That has never been a bad thing, do not beat yourself up over it," Lena leant over Ari and placed the book on the dark wood table.
Kallen waved a hand towards it. "I am guessing you hunted down Seshat for answers?"
Lena nodded. "She was where you left her. I had fun getting the answers we needed. She was surprisingly easy to break for a keeper," Lena inspected her nails.
Dried blood sat under her nails, and Kallen's eyes swept down the length of his sister. Nothing seemed out of place until he noticed her silk slippers were spattered with blood. The once clear glass beads had been painted rust red. Kallen looked at Lena and noticed a few stray tendrils of hair escaping her otherwise immaculate hair. To anyone else the stray hairs would have been perfectly acceptable, but to him they told him something else. They were indicative of a small struggle.
Seshat had fought back, to keep every scrap of knowledge from slipping from her traitorous lips. Kallen scanned Lena's hands and noticed a small trail of blood there with a few bruises.
"Remind me never to get on your bad side, sister," Kallen chuckled.
"Remind me to always get on yours." Lena smiled.
"What did she tell you?"
"Almost next to nothing, until I threatened to burn every book, every scroll, every artifact."
"What then?"Kallen asked, sitting forward in his chair.
"Then, she broke like a dam, words spilling everywhere. They were almost incoherent," Lena replied.
"I trust you managed to get some useful information out of her?"
"I would not be here otherwise, brother."
"Then tell me and be quick about it," Kallen rolled his wrists and stretched out his fingers.
They itched to scratch, tear, claw and break anything and everything he could get his hands on. His rolled his head and the urges settled into a dull throb at the back of his neck.
"You know what I know," Lena's reply was almost a whisper.
"That was all she gave you?"
"No, but that was all she would tell me before she bloody wailed in that terrible language of hers," Lena brushed a hint of lint off of her magenta robe.
