Loshis 14th, 2718
VIENDA| EVENING
VIENDA| EVENING
“Classmates huh? Good to see folks looking out for people they probably haven’t seen in about ten years.” He said dryly, tilting his head slightly to look at Niccolette, and around the cabin as though looking for something else. Sniffing, he tugged gently on the reigns of his chrove as it snorted and shifted on its feet.
“Probably best you were on your way now. Vienda’s not as kind in the evening to visitors, sometimes we have errant wicks or humans thinking they’d like the expensive jewels or shiny coins in galdori pockets.” The Seventen said plainly, assuming they were not local and landing a thinly veiled threat at the same time. Though, were anyone pressed about that, it was just a friendly warning about Vienda at night.
Charity looked at her hands in her lap, not at all thinking of any ill intent by Diaxio. It was probably fear, like she said, maybe Diaxio had thought Nicco and Uzoji really were up to no good. But now she had to go home to him, on the back of a chrove, well past any suitable time of night. And he would be so angry. He would be so angry. Fear gripped her chest, and the blonde stifled a soft sob that wanted to creep out. Instead she took a deep breath and glanced up at the two not-quite strangers.
“Thankyou for your kindness.” She said flatly, looking past Uzoji to Niccolette, offering something of a shaky smile to the woman before nodding to the Mugrobi.
“Indeed. Don’t worry Miss D’Arthe. We’ll get you back to your father as soon as possible. I’m sure he is probably worried sick about you. Your friend no doubt is waiting for you to arrive, so we best be on our way.” The Hessean said with a nod to his companion, turning his chrove away from the scene. The more average Anaxi man lingered a little longer, looking at Uzoji and Niccolette again, eyes narrowed slightly.
“And you best be on your way folks, lest we have to come pay a visit later on for a mugging or the sort.” He didn’t move his own chrove, waiting calmly for the couple to shut the door and be on their way. It was clear he didn’t want them following the chroves along the street.
Once they had returned to their seats, the door firmly closed, the Seventen officers escorted Charity back home. Waiting at the gates, Diaxio tsked, rushing forward to help the shoeless galdor from the chrove.
"Oh Charity, look at you. Let's get you inside and into bed. I'll let your father know I was with you all night. Everything is fine now. You're where you're supposed to be." The blonde nodded, her eyes on the ground, defeated.
What little spark of hope she'd had died like a candleflame snuffed out
