Time: Around three in the afternoon Location: Thalra’s home in Myrefall Status: @eamon-keppel
After Thalra and Nil had left Arx and the smoke rising up in the sky on the edge of the horizon as fast as possible, they’d come back home to Myrefall and hadn’t left for much since except for the occasional day-trip to Khaggon. Thalra felt less comfortable leaving Nil alone now more than ever. This would be an ideal time for the Order to strike, when he was wounded and they were both rattled by being so close to battle. Thalra had been spending most of her days suffering increasingly frequent headaches and doting on her brother to the point she thought she’d drive them both insane. The monotony was starting to get to her, the days blending together like swirls of color.
Then, one day, words that weren’t her own filtered through her mind. Eamon, sending a message, asking to come by. Probably to check up on her after their brief meeting in Arx. The thought alone made Thalra tense where she stood in her kitchen, preparing lunch. Did she even want to see anyone right now? Could she trust herself not to snap? After a moment, she put the knife she’d been chopping onions with down and replied with an affirmative, and that she’d put on some tea for him. Eamon had always been a calming, stable figure, and Thalra was quickly running out of people like that in her life.
When the knock on her door came a few hours later, Thalra had changed from the usual casual attire she wore when she was alone or with Nil at home into something more presentable to the public, her hair tied back and away from her face. Nil was upstairs resting, and Thalra hoped he would remain in his trance for long enough that he wouldn’t even know they had company.
“Eamon,” she greeted as she opened the door. “Hello, darling. It’s so good to see you’ve made it back here to me all in one piece. Come in, please.”
