13.Jan.13, 04:10 PM
Jada chewed on her lower lip, pinching the flesh between her teeth until it gave way with a sharp shock of pain. Oh! Sucking it into her mouth, the Harper put pressure on the small wound, thinking. Sulking, it probably looked like, but that's what she got for worrying her mouth til she bit right through it. Oww.
She didn't want to think about S'kef being at fault for this. The man wasn't... nice... and he had a large number of flaws that she could see, objectively, but if he was rotten to the core he couldn't be as polite as he was, could he? Before Krypth she had been below his notice, however, so she had little enough to compare him to. And he'd hardly- apart from the obscene pleasure he'd- Faranth! It was making her head hurt, truly. Jada huffed out air, brow furrowing.
Three months. Pain medication for three months, and D'ren's case was worse? Jada's mind whirled, and she opened her mouth, questions ready to spill over her tongue. Was that damage due to long-term ingestion? Did it have any uses other than as poison? Could it have been misapplied, grabbed in error? Of course, however, all these questions had surely been asked, but she wanted to know as well.
Information- knowledge- was power, and a step in the direction of knowing... who could have done this? Who would have been willing to do that to D'ren? Any angry Northerner... a rider who was hoping to step into the power void... NO!
"He could, but he won't. Everyone knows D'ren works too much. But he loves his daughter." Jada's thumb twitched, and she winced. "He'll calm it a bit, for her." Jada would make him. She would throw every guilt trip at him that she could to make sure Tsereni got the chance to know her father.
She didn't want to think about S'kef being at fault for this. The man wasn't... nice... and he had a large number of flaws that she could see, objectively, but if he was rotten to the core he couldn't be as polite as he was, could he? Before Krypth she had been below his notice, however, so she had little enough to compare him to. And he'd hardly- apart from the obscene pleasure he'd- Faranth! It was making her head hurt, truly. Jada huffed out air, brow furrowing.
Three months. Pain medication for three months, and D'ren's case was worse? Jada's mind whirled, and she opened her mouth, questions ready to spill over her tongue. Was that damage due to long-term ingestion? Did it have any uses other than as poison? Could it have been misapplied, grabbed in error? Of course, however, all these questions had surely been asked, but she wanted to know as well.
Information- knowledge- was power, and a step in the direction of knowing... who could have done this? Who would have been willing to do that to D'ren? Any angry Northerner... a rider who was hoping to step into the power void... NO!
"He could, but he won't. Everyone knows D'ren works too much. But he loves his daughter." Jada's thumb twitched, and she winced. "He'll calm it a bit, for her." Jada would make him. She would throw every guilt trip at him that she could to make sure Tsereni got the chance to know her father.