Open Chronicles Flowers In The Ash

[Perrine Urahil]

Perrine set the small goblin down. "You are safe, alright?" She smiled, without showing teeth. Her gaze followed Edric, tensing as he went to the door and let in a small child. Her first thought had been whether or not the fugitive had time to father a child, but upon closer inspection, she noticed the Tyrian features.

And the name did not match a Tyrian.

She frowned when he returned to the back room, wrapping the blanket tight around the small thing to keep them warm and feeling protected as she stood to her full height. "One moment."

Her hands went to touch a spot on the floor that was not pooled with blood, reading the magical ley line that gave her some information about what happened here. Dark intentions hit Perrine so hard, she shot back up to standing and looking paler than her natural pallor. She was not used to feeling such an evil trace, and it sickened her to her stomach. "Right. Let us get going then." Her gestured for the small thing to lead the way, not wanting it to be found by whoever was outside.

 

[Edric]

"We didn't have time." Edric complained, not bothering to remember that he was the one that had set their time.

His eyes flickered down towards the small Goblin Boy as Perrine set him down. He looked back up at the Rogue Dreadlord with no small amount of trepidation, and yet when told to go forward...he did.

Strange.

Kids weren't so usually trusting of strangers, least not smart ones. "Chas."

As Perrine and the Goblin quickly went through the back of the shop, Edric leaned down towards his short companion.

"The boy will know what happened." Behind him, he could hear movement at the door. The echoing knock followed quickly by the call of one of the Death Watch Guards. Someone had likely reported the suspicious behavior, or perhaps the smell. "Try to talk to him."

Edric said before gently nudging her forward. The two Anirian's quickly joining the others in a small back alleyway behind them shop. "This way."

The Dreadlord said, remembering the path he had taken with Alistair the last time he'd been here. Not bothering to see if Perrine would follow along.

 

[Chasmine]

Didn't they? Hm, he had been in a bit of a rush to leave the camp. Well, it was too late now for cold tea.

The little Chas-girl looked up at the much larger Dreadlord exile with a curious blink, "Boy?" she asked, her eyes then skating around the shop. She'd been a bit distracted by all the blood to notice the bundle in the strange woman's arms, but if Edric said there was a boy then there must be!

"He must be quite frightened..." she noted as she was nudged along toward the back and out the secondary egress on Edric's heels, "where is he? And who is the lady?"

 

[Perrine Urahil]

Perrine waited five strides before making the call to scoop the youngling from the ground, for something so small was not making as much haste as she had expected. In her arms again, she cooed at them while navigating an exit.

She paid not much attention to the other child, the one that seemed to know Edric closely. Tyr was unfamiliar territory for her, but she could speak the Common Tongue enough to communicate with them. Perrine could easily take her leave whenever she would like, but there was a duty of care that needed her here. "Do you know where you are going, Rogue?"

It felt better to use such title than to air his name aloud.

Her main concern was to get this youngling somewhere safe, and she was not about to leave him in the care of Edric and the Tyrian child.

 

[Edric]

"Yes." Edric had been to Tyr before, and though he wasn't the most learned Graduate of the Academy, he was damn good at remembering things.

Part of being the hammer, was knowing where to strike.

Though he wasn't entirely sure why, he remembered the Temple District as being a place people avoided. For now it seemed like a good place to get lost in, if only so they wouldn't run into anyone asking them questions. With surprising Alacrity Edric moved, stepping through the dark back alleyway of Tyr as though it were his own home.

As they moved, the Goblin boy squirmed. He seemed to almost be glad to be away from the shop, though it was clear he was still uncertain of the strangers around him. "Who...who are you?"

He asked finally, his common surprisingly clear.

 

[Chasmine]

Though Chasmine disliked taking possession of people and preferred to use it as a last resort, she'd learned a over the years that when doing so it came with certain... caveats.

Strong willed persons were exceptionally hard to control - it had taken her several minutes of bouncing between bodies before finding the child. Tyrians seemed to be quite hard-headed, but the child had been happily distracted with an afternoon treat and paying little heed to those around her. This in any other setting would have spoken volumes about the safety and sanctity of children in Tyr, but Chasmine hadn't the time or the mind to think on it.

When consciously occupied, Chasmine was granted access to memory of the last several hours or even days of the vessel. This child, though she knew not homeless or without family, seemed to spend a lot of time on the streets of Tyr while her parents worked. Some days she sold herbs from a basket that she'd picked in the volcanic hills. Other days she went from shop to shop, pestering extended family members and friends of her parents. While much of the time in between she simply spent exploring, playing with other children, and getting up to no good.

So while Edric lead the way, Chasmine had a perfectly good idea of where they were and where they might be going.

"I'm Chasmine!" pipped the young girl, skipping and bounding after Edric in a way only a child might. Her youthful exuberance wasn't easy to shake and much unlike most of the adults Chasmine had inhabited over the years who she often felt the effects of fatigue, drunkeness, drugs, arthritis, and more... this child had what felt to be a boundless fount of energy.

"We're going to take you somewhere safe, do you know what happened in the shop?"

 

[Perrine Urahil]

Familiarity struck Perrine at the name of the girl, for being a Proctor, she had certainly heard things about past Initiates and talk amongst the other Proctors. She was not here to play Anirian, nor did she care to even invoke any laws while leagues away from home.

When the youngling said nothing, Perrine turned her words softer and quieter. "We want to help. Do you want to speak once you are far away from the shop? Maybe something to eat?"

And before she could begin to think that this young goblin was indeed mute, the small thing murmured something small. The second time he spoke, he was much louder.

"Sweets?"