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21.Aug.22, 06:34 PM
He wasn’t panicked but he was definitely frustrated. He didn’t want to assume that only the fruit was likely poisoned so throwing out edibles and deep cleaning everything else made sense in an overly cautious and definitely paranoid way. But where did he start? The thought to clean a toy or two wasn’t even a good one anymore because the bucket of water in the kitchen might not be safe. But Cazan had washed her hands and still seemed okay and his own lips weren’t numb and he could still breathe fine. So maybe he could use that. But should he dump the water on the blocks instead of placing them in the bucket?
T’ryn was about to give a good growl of frustration when the knock startled him enough to stop glaring at the water and look up to see K’dar. Relief washed through him again at seeing another family member okay, but it was short-lived when he saw the basket and heard it was also from him. His frustration returned combined with anger which made him snap, “why don’t you try a piece and we’ll find out.” He instantly regretted it and sighed while rubbing his hands over his face. He was better than this! Keep the emotions inside so he could stay calm for everyone else’s benefit.
“I’m sorry, K’dar. You know I don’t mean that and it seems likely they’re unsafe in some way since that’s at least two given out now.” If it had only been to Cazan, then perhaps it could have been written off as a prank but two seemed a bit excessive for such a thing. “Oh, Cazan’s okay, just a little rattled. She’ll be back soon with Kor’is and the twins just in case they or the crèche are also targeted. But we don’t know if more have been given out and I don’t even know if we should warn goldriders and leaders or…” he leaned back against the counter, needing something to help keep him upright as the thought kept returning to him and was getting harder to ignore. But standing still also wasn’t helping and he pushed off so he could pace while talking out some of his thoughts.
“What if it’s personal? What if our family is being targeted? Why use my name? There’s a chance there could be more baskets out there and maybe the target’s loved one’s name is on those ones and I’m being self-centred on top of the paranoia.” But that didn’t feel right, not entirely. Cazan and K’dar fit into several overlapping categories so going off of just the two incidents of the moment made it hard to form a pattern. There was a pattern, however. This was likely the third time K’dar had been targeted recently, same with Cazan, though most were from a year ago. Throw in the attack on Orgailian and Zoremet not too long ago and Casa last year as well. Was it personal?
Movement caught his eye and T’ryn called out, “no! Sorry, Yfris, that was intense. We don’t know if your wine has been tampered with.” The utter devastation on the lordling’s face would have been comical under any other circumstance but T’ryn still managed a small smile and shake of his head. Yfris was going to have to find another coping mechanism or way to pass the time as T’ryn couldn’t actually tell if Yfris was bored or worried. At least Sir was calmer in the man’s arms and getting cooed at so that was one less thing to keep track of for the moment.
T’ryn was about to give a good growl of frustration when the knock startled him enough to stop glaring at the water and look up to see K’dar. Relief washed through him again at seeing another family member okay, but it was short-lived when he saw the basket and heard it was also from him. His frustration returned combined with anger which made him snap, “why don’t you try a piece and we’ll find out.” He instantly regretted it and sighed while rubbing his hands over his face. He was better than this! Keep the emotions inside so he could stay calm for everyone else’s benefit.
“I’m sorry, K’dar. You know I don’t mean that and it seems likely they’re unsafe in some way since that’s at least two given out now.” If it had only been to Cazan, then perhaps it could have been written off as a prank but two seemed a bit excessive for such a thing. “Oh, Cazan’s okay, just a little rattled. She’ll be back soon with Kor’is and the twins just in case they or the crèche are also targeted. But we don’t know if more have been given out and I don’t even know if we should warn goldriders and leaders or…” he leaned back against the counter, needing something to help keep him upright as the thought kept returning to him and was getting harder to ignore. But standing still also wasn’t helping and he pushed off so he could pace while talking out some of his thoughts.
“What if it’s personal? What if our family is being targeted? Why use my name? There’s a chance there could be more baskets out there and maybe the target’s loved one’s name is on those ones and I’m being self-centred on top of the paranoia.” But that didn’t feel right, not entirely. Cazan and K’dar fit into several overlapping categories so going off of just the two incidents of the moment made it hard to form a pattern. There was a pattern, however. This was likely the third time K’dar had been targeted recently, same with Cazan, though most were from a year ago. Throw in the attack on Orgailian and Zoremet not too long ago and Casa last year as well. Was it personal?
Movement caught his eye and T’ryn called out, “no! Sorry, Yfris, that was intense. We don’t know if your wine has been tampered with.” The utter devastation on the lordling’s face would have been comical under any other circumstance but T’ryn still managed a small smile and shake of his head. Yfris was going to have to find another coping mechanism or way to pass the time as T’ryn couldn’t actually tell if Yfris was bored or worried. At least Sir was calmer in the man’s arms and getting cooed at so that was one less thing to keep track of for the moment.
