#yata01

So it’s with uncharacteristic reluctance that the Sitha is once more in Hive City itself, feeling oddly constrained in the clothes provided to him; the witchwood armor isn’t made for wandering a city, and he won’t risk something happening to it in case he needs it later on. All in all, this experience is tiresome and only makes him wish to return to his people left somewhere in the world of Osten Ard. Do they know he’s missing? Will they somehow find themselves here as well?

But he has more immediate questions than the fate of the Zida’ya army.

Namely, what that is.

“Excuse me, manchild,” Jiriki asks of a passing human, turning inquisitive golden eyes on a redhead youth  — he feels a pain of missing for Seoman, though he forces the feeling aside for the moment  — “Do you have a moment to answer a question for me?” 

Something about the Sitha’s air of patience suggests this isn’t merely an empty formality, and that he’ll accept it if the boy says no.

If she ever escapes this forsaken city, Bethany is going to have to hope for a second Urn of Sacred Ashes to cure her black lungs.

Sector 2, unfortunately, is not the way to her own sector or to District Epsilon. With no idea where the damn train station is here, and no money for those strange things they call taxis, Bethany’s left with little option but to hail a stranger for directions like a helpless child.

A young redhead she doesn’t immediately assess as a threat starts to walk by, and Bethany decides he’s her best option if she’s ever getting back to where she supposedly belongs.

“Sorry, but I don’t suppose you happen to know where the train station is? I’ve gotten myself all turned around like an idiot.”