#conversations.lathander

Nayara desires answers, there is no denying as much. Nora had been wounded, worse than she had ever been before. Arun remains trapped within his mind, as they all wait for his awakening. Cian tethers in the edge between the living and the dead. Countless more are wounded or haunted by the events that took place the night of the ritual. So many of their plans had collapsed unto themselves when they were not looking, and she wants to know who is responsible. Yet the answer evades her, for there are no groups that publicly claim that the tragedy was exerted by their hands. Irritation does not even begin to cover what she is feeling at this time, yet there is no outlet for her other than training. 

Or so she thinks, until she steps out of Celembron’s hospital ward with the intention of heading to the training grounds and catches a glimpse of Lord Lathander Tethalune. As she does, part of her wonders. Seraphyna had not seemed to know anything about what had happened, but perhaps the heir of the destroyed citadel might be better informed. It is a long shot, a foolish hope. But she must try, regardless, for the lack of knowing it’s bothering immensely. 

Secrets are best crept in the dark, far away from all who desire to pry. It does not surprise Nayara that the Tethalune heir had decided on a place that met both those conditions for their exchange. What is bemusing is that while he had left a note on her chambers on when and where to meet her, he had not technically given her directions on how to reach the small clearing he had picked. For that alone, she had left the feast a few moments earlier than she had been requested, hoping to get some time to comb the forest for such a place as described. For all that Nayara did not know if she truly wanted to give voice to doubts creeping inside of her, she knew the importance of such a sacrifice and would not cower before it, even if she stepped forward to face it with reluctance. Ergo, she could not be late, even if every bone on her body told her to turn around and ignore the sacrifice. Yet she continues forward with determination, until the forest is clear ahead. And it comes into view, she cannot help a huff of amusement as her eyes fall on the very person she is meant to meet. 

Perhaps it is a sign of the Fates, both that she must confess her secrets to an heir in Vallarion, and that she encountered him before entering the forest.