Indirect Information
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feredarStory: Indirect Information
Year: 1013 FY
Characters: Kesshare
After three failed attempts to draft a letter to her son, Kesshare went down to her stables with her favorite bodyguard.
A daughter. Gods. A marriage, and a daughter, without a word to anyone. Not even to his sister. She'd had to find out from Riluke, who didn't even learn it directly herself--oh, no. She learned from her contacts in the North, as the child was a lightning-mage.
A daughter.
She ran a hand along the side of her fastest camel, near-black and called Midnight, and saddled him herself. Her guard took another swift one, a more typically brown female called Dust Rose.
Once Dust Rose was ready, Kesshare mounted with practiced ease and spurred Midnight across the sands.
A daughter.
At least the mother was no longer in the picture, though Riluke said he had married her. She hadn't found a good spouse for Isshiri--and, to be fair, she hadn't really had a prospective spouse lined up for him.
She took Midnight in a wide circle around the dunes, pushing him to go as fast as possible. By the time they reached the city gates again, she was past the first flush of rage.
She would have Ineku write their son, she decided. He could be reproving without being cruel or vindictive, which Kesshare couldn't trust herself to be anyway.
She slid off of Midnight and began to groom him meticulously, to complete the calming process.
Yes. Ineku would write the letter, and summon their wayward son home.
The boy would have to answer for his reckless deception.
Year: 1013 FY
Characters: Kesshare
After three failed attempts to draft a letter to her son, Kesshare went down to her stables with her favorite bodyguard.
A daughter. Gods. A marriage, and a daughter, without a word to anyone. Not even to his sister. She'd had to find out from Riluke, who didn't even learn it directly herself--oh, no. She learned from her contacts in the North, as the child was a lightning-mage.
A daughter.
She ran a hand along the side of her fastest camel, near-black and called Midnight, and saddled him herself. Her guard took another swift one, a more typically brown female called Dust Rose.
Once Dust Rose was ready, Kesshare mounted with practiced ease and spurred Midnight across the sands.
A daughter.
At least the mother was no longer in the picture, though Riluke said he had married her. She hadn't found a good spouse for Isshiri--and, to be fair, she hadn't really had a prospective spouse lined up for him.
She took Midnight in a wide circle around the dunes, pushing him to go as fast as possible. By the time they reached the city gates again, she was past the first flush of rage.
She would have Ineku write their son, she decided. He could be reproving without being cruel or vindictive, which Kesshare couldn't trust herself to be anyway.
She slid off of Midnight and began to groom him meticulously, to complete the calming process.
Yes. Ineku would write the letter, and summon their wayward son home.
The boy would have to answer for his reckless deception.