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26.Jul.22, 11:35 AM
Somehow she had forgotten Geric was behind her but instead of being a safe haven, the man was suddenly holding a foul smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. Her eyes watered and soon she was gasping and coughing once the cloth was removed and she took a couple of stumbling steps away. What had he been trying to do? Hearing Gangleri call it vinegar had Mylorah nodding to herself. Yes, that’s what the smell was and made sense why her throat lightly burned. She knew she wasn’t overly useful in a kitchen but she would never understand why that liquid was deemed important or what else besides some variety of potato dishes it was even used for.
Gangleri’s order for Geric to deal with the body was the only real reason why the younger Harper didn’t end up with a fist to his face once she had cleared her throat. There was a process? A special room with a key? What were these brothers into and why was it in the Harper Hall? Slowly some ideas crept into her mind as Mylorah looked around her again at the skeletons. The process… surely it wasn’t how they were made? The Lord was horrible but surely even he didn’t deserve to—
Mylorah turned away from Geric dragging a dead man through a special door so she could stare at Gangleri while he spoke. She couldn’t pick an emotion to land on. Certainly she was in some level of shock and that was why she couldn’t even grasp onto anger or fear. They were both there, in the background, as everything overwhelmed her. Maybe she should just cry—that could help. Or leave and never look back. She could find another flitter to send a message to a brother. A brother… the anger sparked and Mylorah was giving in to what was obviously her mother’s blood given how K’dar usually reacted and swung at Gangleri, wincing as her fist connected with his face. She heard her brother’s voice in her head about where she should have struck for maximum impact and damage but she oddly didn’t want to do a lot of damage to the Master Harper but simply show she wasn’t happy about the lies and sneaking around.
“I would prefer you not lie to me as well. So here are some very straightforward questions for you to truthfully answer. Why are you clearly so good at killing? How did you do it? I didn’t see blood. Was it… poison?” She was so tired of poison! Nothing seemed safe anymore because of it and she’d nearly lost half of her siblings to it while many others had perished. A sharp inhale had Mylorah grabbing the ring she wore on a chain around her neck. It had been her grandmother’s; a gift from R’nd after she had died. They had never met but the gesture had been sweet all the same since it came with R’nd saying she would be welcomed into the family if she wanted to be. Mylorah didn’t wear it often but felt it had been a nice accent to the dress. Now it was simply something to cling to as some puzzle pieces tried to jam themselves together.
“You… you’re not the murderer in the Weyrs, are you? You can’t be.” Mylorah paused briefly to wonder if that was her hoping it wasn’t true or if she had a reason for it before nodding. “I’m pretty sure I was with you when one of the attacks happened in another Weyr and you would probably need a dragonrider to get you around easily.” There was absolutely no way Gangleri was killing innocent people, not when he had just confessed to removing the Lord from the equation of life because he was a creep and harming loved ones. “I just want the truth, Master Harper.”
Gangleri’s order for Geric to deal with the body was the only real reason why the younger Harper didn’t end up with a fist to his face once she had cleared her throat. There was a process? A special room with a key? What were these brothers into and why was it in the Harper Hall? Slowly some ideas crept into her mind as Mylorah looked around her again at the skeletons. The process… surely it wasn’t how they were made? The Lord was horrible but surely even he didn’t deserve to—
Mylorah turned away from Geric dragging a dead man through a special door so she could stare at Gangleri while he spoke. She couldn’t pick an emotion to land on. Certainly she was in some level of shock and that was why she couldn’t even grasp onto anger or fear. They were both there, in the background, as everything overwhelmed her. Maybe she should just cry—that could help. Or leave and never look back. She could find another flitter to send a message to a brother. A brother… the anger sparked and Mylorah was giving in to what was obviously her mother’s blood given how K’dar usually reacted and swung at Gangleri, wincing as her fist connected with his face. She heard her brother’s voice in her head about where she should have struck for maximum impact and damage but she oddly didn’t want to do a lot of damage to the Master Harper but simply show she wasn’t happy about the lies and sneaking around.
“I would prefer you not lie to me as well. So here are some very straightforward questions for you to truthfully answer. Why are you clearly so good at killing? How did you do it? I didn’t see blood. Was it… poison?” She was so tired of poison! Nothing seemed safe anymore because of it and she’d nearly lost half of her siblings to it while many others had perished. A sharp inhale had Mylorah grabbing the ring she wore on a chain around her neck. It had been her grandmother’s; a gift from R’nd after she had died. They had never met but the gesture had been sweet all the same since it came with R’nd saying she would be welcomed into the family if she wanted to be. Mylorah didn’t wear it often but felt it had been a nice accent to the dress. Now it was simply something to cling to as some puzzle pieces tried to jam themselves together.
“You… you’re not the murderer in the Weyrs, are you? You can’t be.” Mylorah paused briefly to wonder if that was her hoping it wasn’t true or if she had a reason for it before nodding. “I’m pretty sure I was with you when one of the attacks happened in another Weyr and you would probably need a dragonrider to get you around easily.” There was absolutely no way Gangleri was killing innocent people, not when he had just confessed to removing the Lord from the equation of life because he was a creep and harming loved ones. “I just want the truth, Master Harper.”
