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feredarStory: Timing
Year: 1002 FY
Characters: Tana, Keta
Warnings: References to a planned and presumably violent coup, dehumanization of mages, implied abuse
Notes: This takes in the Incest AU.
Tana unlocked Sorell's door. "We're leaving, we're going now you need to--"
The room was empty. The window was open, curtains fluttering slightly, sending specks of dust chasing through the moonlight.
"Tana, we need to stop and think, especially since this means a--" Keta had caught up.
"He's gone," Tana said, bewildered. "How can he be gone?" Sorell couldn't leave, he was her son, hers and Kellom's. And she had to put him on the throne now, or it would go to Andrell's half-human brat.
Keta pushed past her, over to the window. "It's not broken. He must have run away."
Tana stared at her. "Why?"
"I don't know. You'll have to ask him."
Tana joined her sister at the window. "Then we'll have to go find him before we take the throne back."
Keta sighed, but this time didn't argue. Even she knew they had to find him before anything else happened. "I'll get some supplies together."
Tana stared out the window, straining to see her son in the treeline, some trace of a shadow, cast by the moon in the clear sky. Why did you leave me, right when I need you most? She clenched her fists. You're not supposed to leave. But she'd bring him home, soon enough--not here, home. Keta would actually help, for once, and she'd put bars back on the windows and make sure Sorell would never ever run away from where he was supposed to be again.
Year: 1002 FY
Characters: Tana, Keta
Warnings: References to a planned and presumably violent coup, dehumanization of mages, implied abuse
Notes: This takes in the Incest AU.
Tana unlocked Sorell's door. "We're leaving, we're going now you need to--"
The room was empty. The window was open, curtains fluttering slightly, sending specks of dust chasing through the moonlight.
"Tana, we need to stop and think, especially since this means a--" Keta had caught up.
"He's gone," Tana said, bewildered. "How can he be gone?" Sorell couldn't leave, he was her son, hers and Kellom's. And she had to put him on the throne now, or it would go to Andrell's half-human brat.
Keta pushed past her, over to the window. "It's not broken. He must have run away."
Tana stared at her. "Why?"
"I don't know. You'll have to ask him."
Tana joined her sister at the window. "Then we'll have to go find him before we take the throne back."
Keta sighed, but this time didn't argue. Even she knew they had to find him before anything else happened. "I'll get some supplies together."
Tana stared out the window, straining to see her son in the treeline, some trace of a shadow, cast by the moon in the clear sky. Why did you leave me, right when I need you most? She clenched her fists. You're not supposed to leave. But she'd bring him home, soon enough--not here, home. Keta would actually help, for once, and she'd put bars back on the windows and make sure Sorell would never ever run away from where he was supposed to be again.