2023-11-16 Calling A Family Meeting - Henri
Feb 18, 2024 0:09:00 GMT
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Post by Henri Fitzroy on Feb 18, 2024 0:09:00 GMT
Written after 2024-02-14 Cast It Into The Water about the events of 2023-11-16 Calling A Family Meeting
With a sigh, Henri pushes back from his desk. His room at the Four Fair Winds has remained unchanged these past few months - a glint of metal, a token of the Thundergates, reflects the candlelight back into his tired eyes, and he rubs away the sleep.
With a sigh, he leans back forward. Scraps of parchment, each filled with Draconic script, cover the desktop, but his focus is on the worn journal that rests in the middle.
Right. Never did update my notes after the meeting... back in... Uktar.
The quill in front of him lifts off the desk of its own accord, fetching some ink and hovering over the page. It's a mess of names and descriptions and relationships, but through his tired eyes Henri can see the sharp lines, the scratched out question marks.
Ceraun, Primordial Incarnate of Lightning... friend.
Adai, Primordial Incarnate of Radiance... friend.
Meza, Primordial Incarnate of Minerals... friend. Begrudgingly, at least.
Adai, Primordial Incarnate of Radiance... friend.
Meza, Primordial Incarnate of Minerals... friend. Begrudgingly, at least.
Two more names find their way to the list.
Animos, Primordial Incarnate of Life... friend.
Mortus, Primordial Incarnate of Death... friend.
Mortus, Primordial Incarnate of Death... friend.
Hopefully they stay on our side.
Henri rubs his eyes, the quill making a handful of additional scribbles. Florian and Gigi, and a line to Meldrosa. Frigus and Waffles, and a line to Thalistrasza. The Court of Dragons.
And then Kessarax, and Calla.
The quill hovers above the page, a drop of ink blotting onto the parchment, and still it rests in midair.
Calla, sitting at the table next to Meza, scheming as Astaros gives a speech to the assembled Archwyrms and Primordials Incarnate alike. Meza's fury at her presence, at her patron. Calla's fascination with Animos. And her being pulled aside by Kessarax, at the end.
The spine of the quill starts to crack, the feather splitting in the middle before dropping towards the table. Henri sticks a hand out, catching it, his breath still and his grip tight.
Anger is easy. Anger is almost too easy, too close to hand. Anger is a good way to hide how you really feel.
A memory, then, of when everyone was leaving. Of grasping Lucky's hand, as they prepare to Plane Shift home.
Do you notice nobody ever says goodbye to me at these things?
Lucky shrugs. Do you even care about this? You don't seem to.
Of course I do, the people I... the people I like are here.
Hmm. You don't seem like you do.
Well, I- hmm. This may be better to say in private. Some things are hard to hear.
