Time: December 6th, mid-morning Location: Myrefall Status: @kitwhitriver
The violent, clashing sound of wood scraping against wood tore through the air like fabric ripping at the seams as Thalra lifted one side of the broken table Jax had left in their wake, and dragged it across her foyer and out her open front door. She dropped it with a grunt and let it topple down her front steps, out onto the sidewalk where people were walking. They stopped and glared at her, but Thalra did little more than stare back, daring them to say anything. Most of them didn’t, and she went to gather the rest of the table and the broken bookshelf, the internal bleeding of her home, to deposit it outside. When she was done there was a pile of wreckage right outside her front steps, broken wood panels with brown blood-soaked stains imbedded into the grains, and scars in her hardwood floor.
Thalra looked from her perch on the stone stoop of her building, breathing heavy, at the mess she’d dragged from her house. Then her gaze scanned the windows of the buildings surrounding her. She was looking for a pair of eyes staring back, watching her progress. The Order was certainly here and keeping their attention on her. She doubted one changeling monk would scare them off for very long, but if they were here, she could not see them.
There was probably a spell she could cast to make this easier and to keep the splinters from pricking her fingers and palms, but Thalra found she liked the burn and ache of her muscles after pulling all the debris out. She’d worn a loose, dark cotton shirt for the occasion, with a collar that dipped down past her collar bone, and pants that were flowing and which ended just above her knees. She was barefoot, her hair piled up in a messy, braided bun, and there was sweat on her forehead.
She could feel a gaze on her from somewhere not so far away and before she even turned to look at who might be staring, she said bitingly, “You could paint a portrait, I’m sure it would last you longer.” She scanned the wooden pile in front of her, wishing that she knew more spells based in fire, and sighed. “Or, if you wanted to make yourself useful, you could help me move this to the alleyway.” It was only then that her eyes traveled to the person who was looking at her, and when she did, her lashes fluttered in surprise.
