She wore her scars as her best attire. A stunning dress made of hellfire.
They all rally to her, even Morgan. As Neron calls her Warden Hale, she nearly forgets to breathe. It is not excitement, but fear; that crashing understanding that comes when you realize just what you have done. She does not show it though, only nodding to those who have stood to support her. She has never itched to rule, but she could not stand idly by and do nothing when her people needed her the most.
Morgan. Please come to the Kraai in the morning, once you have gotten some rest. Though now, will you escort Neron to the Academy? Find him a room and make sure he is watched. The same for Zariah. Neron and Zariah, I will speak to each of you soon.” Not a cell, but a room. They were not traitors, just humans who made a terrible mistake. She turns her attention to Noah and the other hunters gathered nearby. ”My fellow hunters, Morgan could use a guard right now. Will you help her?” She does not doubt that they will step up and come to Morgan, and Halo’s, aid.
Lastly she turns toKorbin. ”Go back to the Kraai and make sure all who need places to stay have been able to find a room. We can continue to use the Academy for those without homes as well, and I am sure those whose homes are still intact will be willing to help.” She’d offer their home, but she needed one quiet place somewhere in all this. Then, generally, to those who have gathered, ”I will be at the Kraai should anyone need me. Do not hesitate to come find me.”
She waits, making sure her orders (how strange) are carried out, before turning to make her way to the Kraai to see what else awaits her there, and to find Loren.
Lastly she turns to
She waits, making sure her orders (how strange) are carried out, before turning to make her way to the Kraai to see what else awaits her there, and to find Loren.
Weaver
