28.Apr.18, 04:02 PM
Kaylira slid down the leg of her brother's brown dragon and he tossed her bag down to her. “Are you sure you can't stay for awhile?” she asked him.
“I'm afraid I need to get back to the Weyr,” N'rik replied. “Don't worry, you'll be fine. This is going to be your home soon so you might as well get used to it.”
“I know. I've just never stayed so long before.” She had planned to arrive on the day of Xyliah's wedding, but Lord Therion had asked her to come a few days early. He had not told her why, and she was curious and a bit concerned. She had not seen him in some time, and it seemed odd that he would call for her now.
After she had bid N'rik farewell, and watched his brown launch into the air, Kaylira approached the door to the Hold proper. Lord Therion's steward met her and told her that his master wished to meet with her immediately and that he would escort her to his office. He asked her to give her bag to a servant, who would take it to her room. She had no problem relinquishing it, as it did not contain anything of real importance. She had brought the clothes and other things she would need for her friend's wedding a few days earlier.
Her mind whirled as she followed him through the corridors. Had she done something wrong? Did he want to call off their betrothal? She was surprised to discover that she would be disappointed if he did, for she had grown fond of him and thought that they could be happy together. And if he wasn't serious about marrying her, he wouldn't have let her redecorate the chambers they would share once they were wed.
The steward stopped in front of the door and opened it for her. As Kaylira stepped inside, she immediately noticed that the fire was blazing in the hearth and Lord Therion was standing in front of it with his back to her, his tall form silhouetted by the flames.
“I'm afraid I need to get back to the Weyr,” N'rik replied. “Don't worry, you'll be fine. This is going to be your home soon so you might as well get used to it.”
“I know. I've just never stayed so long before.” She had planned to arrive on the day of Xyliah's wedding, but Lord Therion had asked her to come a few days early. He had not told her why, and she was curious and a bit concerned. She had not seen him in some time, and it seemed odd that he would call for her now.
After she had bid N'rik farewell, and watched his brown launch into the air, Kaylira approached the door to the Hold proper. Lord Therion's steward met her and told her that his master wished to meet with her immediately and that he would escort her to his office. He asked her to give her bag to a servant, who would take it to her room. She had no problem relinquishing it, as it did not contain anything of real importance. She had brought the clothes and other things she would need for her friend's wedding a few days earlier.
Her mind whirled as she followed him through the corridors. Had she done something wrong? Did he want to call off their betrothal? She was surprised to discover that she would be disappointed if he did, for she had grown fond of him and thought that they could be happy together. And if he wasn't serious about marrying her, he wouldn't have let her redecorate the chambers they would share once they were wed.
The steward stopped in front of the door and opened it for her. As Kaylira stepped inside, she immediately noticed that the fire was blazing in the hearth and Lord Therion was standing in front of it with his back to her, his tall form silhouetted by the flames.