How You've Changed [Wrenmae]

by **Kit Rowan** on July 18th, 2013, 5:54 am

"Right. If you can find someone in Ravok who'll go anywhere near Syliras." Kit said, stiff. Limited means, he said. Her cynical little mind translated it into I can't help you now, but if you wait . . . Waiting, waiting, waiting. Kit was sick and tired of waiting. Maybe Wrenmae could help, but best to plan as though he never would. It was the only safe thing to do. She named a day, "at noon's bell, here. Though you're not gonna know me by my face, so . . . Look for the clever one."

She had so much to do. Kit began to run through the list in her head that would lead to her freedom and breathed deep, ran a hand over her face. If she could get all her things and sell some of the expensive ones for a good price, she could get a place to stay. If she could find a place to work, she could get the coin to stay alive. If she could find someone to take her, she could go home. If.

There were so many things to talk about with her uncle, so many untouched topics, but . . . "I've things to do today," Kit said. "Lotta things. Gotta complete my round, and then other things." She considered telling Wrenmae what to do if she just didn't show up. Decided not too. "You better be here, so we can finish talking." Kit turned and started off toward her next impromptu stage.

She turned a corner and, without anyone to play brave in front of, found her courage wilting like a cut flower.
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by **Wrenmae** on July 18th, 2013, 6:57 am

He let her go, saying nothing as she took her leave from him. As the winds within Ravok gently pulled the moisture from his skin, he found his eyes more often on the cobblestone ground than anywhere else.

Want to talk about it?

What's there to talk about?

I mean. Kit's alive. That's always good news.

She's in the same city with me, that's never good news.

Alric visits you in Zeltiva, you run into Kit here...it's like destiny is playing all the old tunes

What does it mean though, I wonder. Am I destined to kill all those close to me?

Your boss might have a few words on that subject.

Enough, Zan, you're supposed to be helpful.

Hey. I'm sure we can make the best out of the bad situation...just need to strategerize or whatever, or...ya know, shove off and move somewhere else.

I can help her.

Maybe. Maybe. You can also kill her. Death is kinda sorta permanent these days I hear. Nor your fake kind.

Shup up, Zan.

Righty-o Mr. Bigshot. But one of these days this will all be too much. Just know that I've got your back when the time comes.

Wrenmae squeezed the water from his cloak and slung it over his shoulder. He had spent too long here now and became almost hyper aware of the eyes on him, the eyes that may have followed him from his meeting with Kit to his accident to here.

He found no one when he searched, his eyes flicking down alleyways and along the sloping overhang of roofs...but nevertheless, the paranoia of eyes found him and forced him to leave.

Kit took the alley South, he, North. He would see her again, yes...but...

Would he be prepared to answer here questions?

Would she be prepared to know them?