The culmination of his efforts had been relatively fruitless, horned men and gawking children alike knew little. He’d been a fool to think these soft fools knew anything of the unknown lands set before them. They knew nothing of strife, and even less of true strength. To think they had anything to offer at all was his own folly, one that burned deep within his gut.
Though, where did that leave the strangely armored assassin? Weaponless, in a strange land, one stitched together with the souls of many. People from lower castes, surrounded by soft hands and malleable minds. Though, the sun’s glare set itself heavily upon his now heated shoulders, a movement had been enough to cast a shadow.
It was a sight he hadn’t ever yearned to see before. Cherished secretly within his memories, a fair noblewoman– fierce and protective of her own. With words far deadlier than any blade, she slew all manner of threat with voice alone. Though her new visage wasn’t one previously welcomed, a euphoric rush of familiarity forced him to pursue. Soundlessly rounding the corner a few moments after, his hands slowly drew back the cowl that shrouded some of his features. Locks of brown shifted against the loose fabric, outlined by the folks passing just beyond his silhouette.
“Cassie? Is that really you?” Talon ventured with a weariness to his tongue. This place was strange, and had thus far given little comfort to the man. But the familiarity of family on the other hand? The Blade’s Shadow hadn’t quite decided if this was indeed a trick or a chance reunion.
cassiopeia is drawn from her unpleasant reverie by a familiar voice, eyes widening in surprise as talon appears beside her as if summoned by her complaints of loneliness. the sour edge to her demeanor dissolves almost instantly.
❝ talon! ❞ she exclaims, drawing herself up from her rest against the wall. ❝ didn’t fancy seeing you here, as well. wherever we are. ❞
perhaps this means katarina is about, somewhere. hopefully. cassiopeia shudders at the thought of her older sister left to manage both the house’s affairs and the hunt for father with nary a helping hand in sight. the younger du couteau siblings have an entirely new challenge to contend with.
if they were to be whisked away to some idyllic island with soft-hearted people and technology that would put piltover to shame, it would have only been polite to ask them first — and perhaps to bring the whole family at once.
conditions that would have otherwise been appreciated now feel like little more than an aggravating, dangerous disruption.
❝ have you found anything out about this... place? the mere thought of talking to these people is making me ill. ❞
