they tried to make you bleed with bullets and daggers
but your heart is made of steel
Samuel’s nod to the mention of Evie has a softer smile crossing over her face, and when she turns to look at Amalia again, it still remains soft even despite the mention of Zariah – even if her hand clutches the cup of tea a bit tighter. “Please do.” She agrees quietly, until the conversation shifts on and she focuses on the task of where they could find refuge for the upcoming LongNight.
“It won’t be easy, and many will stay behind. Unfortunately… I have to remain here as well. Is there anyone that might be willing to go to Halo and Torchline in our steads?” She asks, glancing around the group – wondering if Jigano also had a reason to stay or if they all must remain. She takes a deep inhale that she doesn’t need, fingers relaxing around the cup as she looks around to her council once more. “I’ll make a notice on the Notice Board with the dates to have gathered and left by – and we can find someone suitable to go with each group?” She asks, cocking her head slightly.
“As for the College, it is close enough to the Temple? Should have enough space for a large herd of Luxere… I think perhaps we should all remain in one space unlike last year.” Her gaze flickers to the rest of them with that. She opens her mouth to begin to speak about the collecting of snowmoss and the ability to start working on fortifications when the door opens, a young boy darts in with a letter in hand.
Her brows lift, but she stands to take the letter from him, offering him a soft smile and a nod, a quick thank you before she settles and opens it, scanning the letter briefly as her brows furrow together. “This is from Wessex.” She begins, unfolding it a bit more. “Addressed to us. She found a man in the Settlement that seems to be from elsewhere – not an Outlander, not Halo, not Torchline. Mentioned… Snows would be coming soon?” She cocks an eyebrow to that and hands the letter around.
“I suppose this means we should get started as soon as possible, yes?” Better to be overprepared than underprepared. Either the man would be correct… Or he wouldn’t.
To the Council - link to the letter from Wessex.
“It won’t be easy, and many will stay behind. Unfortunately… I have to remain here as well. Is there anyone that might be willing to go to Halo and Torchline in our steads?” She asks, glancing around the group – wondering if Jigano also had a reason to stay or if they all must remain. She takes a deep inhale that she doesn’t need, fingers relaxing around the cup as she looks around to her council once more. “I’ll make a notice on the Notice Board with the dates to have gathered and left by – and we can find someone suitable to go with each group?” She asks, cocking her head slightly.
“As for the College, it is close enough to the Temple? Should have enough space for a large herd of Luxere… I think perhaps we should all remain in one space unlike last year.” Her gaze flickers to the rest of them with that. She opens her mouth to begin to speak about the collecting of snowmoss and the ability to start working on fortifications when the door opens, a young boy darts in with a letter in hand.
Her brows lift, but she stands to take the letter from him, offering him a soft smile and a nod, a quick thank you before she settles and opens it, scanning the letter briefly as her brows furrow together. “This is from Wessex.” She begins, unfolding it a bit more. “Addressed to us. She found a man in the Settlement that seems to be from elsewhere – not an Outlander, not Halo, not Torchline. Mentioned… Snows would be coming soon?” She cocks an eyebrow to that and hands the letter around.
“I suppose this means we should get started as soon as possible, yes?” Better to be overprepared than underprepared. Either the man would be correct… Or he wouldn’t.
To the Council - link to the letter from Wessex.
REXANNA
