Moses watched his fellow soldier walk off, knowing he had the situation under control. Settling his hand protectively on his wife's back, they walked towards the remaining group. Besides the Overseer taking a group to find shelter and Ronin going out to meet another, there wasn't much the man believed he could do. Of course, without a second thought he would offer up his services should any of them need aide.
At the same time there was a fear welling within him. How much had he missed? What had transpired since his untimely departure from Northaven, his people? He felt Enya press farther into him, her uncertainty of the situation sweeping through her husband. He could only reassure her through his silent embrace, a hand wrapping around her shoulder and his head resting on hers. It was in that moment that she asked him a question that struck his conscience.
"Does our presence anger them?" That thought had never registered once in his mind. He would never belittle his wife for thinking something like that, but at the same time he wasn't sure. Did some believe them to be ghosts? Illusions or hallucinations created out of trauma or stress? Yet he knew that they saw them, witnessed their visceral reality and addressed them.
"I don't think so, dearest," Moses said. Admittedly, there was wavering in his voice. He wanted to find more words to reassure her, but he couldn't. His assurances felt fallible, unstable, just as much as he. His eyes traveled back to his hand, where his ring finger was missing. He would never have that ring again, never be able to attest to the validity of his marriage. A deep sigh left his nose and his eyes... traveled, back... up...
Was thatAmaya?! Princess Hawthorne, the unfortunate victim of Consumption all that time ago. Was that really her?! She stood out like a bump on a log and yet none had come to witness her! Fitting that the dead would recognize the dead. Enya noticed a change in her husband's aura, and her eyes traveled up to find his, wide and staring. Moses was then compelled, as if by a trance, to go and address her. Enya instinctually followed, not feeling comfortable on her lonesome.
"Princess Hawthorne," Moses began. He gave a quick and respectful bow before continuing. "How... How are you? Are you alright?" He offered a hand to her, should she take it and he brought her to join the rest of the group. That was when his wife interrogated him further.
"She's not one of the royal children."
"No, no, Enya, this is Amaya Hawthorne, the late wife of Prince Charles. At least, so we believed." That was when he turned back to her. "Have you seen your husband, or any of the royals, for that matter?"
At the same time there was a fear welling within him. How much had he missed? What had transpired since his untimely departure from Northaven, his people? He felt Enya press farther into him, her uncertainty of the situation sweeping through her husband. He could only reassure her through his silent embrace, a hand wrapping around her shoulder and his head resting on hers. It was in that moment that she asked him a question that struck his conscience.
"Does our presence anger them?" That thought had never registered once in his mind. He would never belittle his wife for thinking something like that, but at the same time he wasn't sure. Did some believe them to be ghosts? Illusions or hallucinations created out of trauma or stress? Yet he knew that they saw them, witnessed their visceral reality and addressed them.
"I don't think so, dearest," Moses said. Admittedly, there was wavering in his voice. He wanted to find more words to reassure her, but he couldn't. His assurances felt fallible, unstable, just as much as he. His eyes traveled back to his hand, where his ring finger was missing. He would never have that ring again, never be able to attest to the validity of his marriage. A deep sigh left his nose and his eyes... traveled, back... up...
Was that
"Princess Hawthorne," Moses began. He gave a quick and respectful bow before continuing. "How... How are you? Are you alright?" He offered a hand to her, should she take it and he brought her to join the rest of the group. That was when his wife interrogated him further.
"She's not one of the royal children."
"No, no, Enya, this is Amaya Hawthorne, the late wife of Prince Charles. At least, so we believed." That was when he turned back to her. "Have you seen your husband, or any of the royals, for that matter?"
