2023-11-16 Calling A Family Meeting - Henri

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.

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.

Two more names find their way to the list.

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.

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.