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20.Aug.22, 05:04 PM
Cazan was mostly managing to resist the allure of the fruit basket and the temptation of a single stolen grape. Somewhat. A little. She eyed the basket, decided that there really were enough grapes in there that just one would probably not be missed. And then she could start rummaging to find something a bit more substantial to eat.
She'd only just managed to pluck a grape when she heard Syrendryth's voice and immediately dropped the grape back into the basket before practically running to the washbasin to wash her hands. The spike of fear and the memories that shot through her sent Sir flying from her shoulder to go land by the basket, puffed up and crimson eyed as he glared around and hissed, circling the basket warily.
Are you okay?! Cazan could tell the gold was ready to begin screeching, and immediately responded, I think so. I think I'm fine. Her heart was pounding, she was almost feeling dizzy, but Lady gave a small gentle chirp and nuzzled at her cheek and Cazan forced herself to take a few deep breaths while she collected herself and tried to see past the moment of panic.
And then T'ryn was shouting and he was there and she took a moment to nod, just letting him get through his own touches and reassurances since it gave her more time to think. "I didn't. I was going to have a grape when Sy warned me. I dropped it back in the basket and washed my hands. Sir is... being Sir." Cazan gestured at the disgruntled flitter who was still occasionally hissing at the basket.
"I didn't sniff anything, just picked up one grape for a second," she said as she wrapped her own arms around T'ryn in a tight hug, taking a few deep breaths. "I'm so glad you've never made a fruit basket, I was confused, I thought it might have been a gift for someone else..." She choked back a sound that was half laughter half sob, pressing her face against her mate for a moment as she tried to think.
The twins were in the creche, but what if the killer was going to try to get them too? "T'ryn, what if something was delivered to the creche?" No sooner had she said it than Sir let out a low growl and popped off to go keep an eye on them. She could tell Lady was about to go too, but she gently reached up to stop her with a gentle hand on her back. "I'm going to go get them. We should tell S'far but I also don't want to keep the fruit around... should we just get rid of it or do you think the healers could use it for something?"
She felt a flare of protective rage from Sir and cringed as she pulled away. "Actually Lady go keep an eye on the twins so Sir can keep an eye on Yfris okay?" As soon as the gold had disappeared, Cazan sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Hopefully spending time with his favorite man would help calm the bronze flitter down a bit, or at least keep him out of too much trouble. "I'm pretty sure he was already about to attack someone. I'll have Mal let the creche workers know I'm on the way, will you..." Caz's voice trailed off and she paused, turning to frown at the fruit basket. "I don't even want you to touch it. Will you get in touch with S'far and let him or a healer handle that? Mal will let you know when I'm on the way back."
She'd only just managed to pluck a grape when she heard Syrendryth's voice and immediately dropped the grape back into the basket before practically running to the washbasin to wash her hands. The spike of fear and the memories that shot through her sent Sir flying from her shoulder to go land by the basket, puffed up and crimson eyed as he glared around and hissed, circling the basket warily.
And then T'ryn was shouting and he was there and she took a moment to nod, just letting him get through his own touches and reassurances since it gave her more time to think. "I didn't. I was going to have a grape when Sy warned me. I dropped it back in the basket and washed my hands. Sir is... being Sir." Cazan gestured at the disgruntled flitter who was still occasionally hissing at the basket.
"I didn't sniff anything, just picked up one grape for a second," she said as she wrapped her own arms around T'ryn in a tight hug, taking a few deep breaths. "I'm so glad you've never made a fruit basket, I was confused, I thought it might have been a gift for someone else..." She choked back a sound that was half laughter half sob, pressing her face against her mate for a moment as she tried to think.
The twins were in the creche, but what if the killer was going to try to get them too? "T'ryn, what if something was delivered to the creche?" No sooner had she said it than Sir let out a low growl and popped off to go keep an eye on them. She could tell Lady was about to go too, but she gently reached up to stop her with a gentle hand on her back. "I'm going to go get them. We should tell S'far but I also don't want to keep the fruit around... should we just get rid of it or do you think the healers could use it for something?"
She felt a flare of protective rage from Sir and cringed as she pulled away. "Actually Lady go keep an eye on the twins so Sir can keep an eye on Yfris okay?" As soon as the gold had disappeared, Cazan sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance. Hopefully spending time with his favorite man would help calm the bronze flitter down a bit, or at least keep him out of too much trouble. "I'm pretty sure he was already about to attack someone. I'll have Mal let the creche workers know I'm on the way, will you..." Caz's voice trailed off and she paused, turning to frown at the fruit basket. "I don't even want you to touch it. Will you get in touch with S'far and let him or a healer handle that? Mal will let you know when I'm on the way back."
