Private Tales The Tragedy to Exist

[Avery]

"I think Vincent ran. Too scared to return to the Academy... Why else would we be out here looking for him?" Avery shivered, arms holding herself as she walked the forest that was at the rear of the Dreadlord Academy. The cold this time of night was piercing; a wind that battered against herself and Naser as they fought on forward on their trek. "I mean, who can blame him? Larrainth and D'Amour basically belittled him to tiny pieces. His face was... Kress! It is cold!" The girl lamented.

There was no fresh snow on the ground, but Avery half expected it to fall any moment while they were out.

She had thought perhaps conversation would distract her from her own body freezing, but all she could think was how much longer they had to search before having to turn back. There were other Initiates searching too, but covering terrain miles apart to ensure all areas would be searched. Earlier, she thought she had heard someone call out Vincent's name, but it had been buried underneath the wailing winds.

Avery turned her to peer behind her, frowning slightly at Nas. "You're awfully quiet."

 

[Naser]

Naser was barely listening to Avery. Her voice was pretty enough, but it was difficult to listen when he already knew every word that she was going to say. The odd reverberating echo he heard as she spoke seeming even louder in silence of the winter night.

"I was getting lost in your voice." The Initiate lied, striding passed Avery as the barely hidden sarcasm passed through his lips.

"Vincent will be fine." The landscape around the old castle wasn't dangerous, a fact Nas knew from his own attempts at running away. It was the Proctors chasing you down that had presented the danger. Vincent was probably holed up in some cave somewhere. "I keep telling him he should just crack Vitt one in the face."

Nas shrugged, clearly uninterested in the actual search. "She needs a broken nose every once in a while."

He said, a howl echoing in the distance.