location : grand hall , house of kal'thera ⏲ sardonyx moon from : nuwa lian , liege of perrelor keep to : varik malarik , lord of malaric of draegor [ @ashenmyth ]
lately, it's impossible not to get used to the feeling of people slipping away from his fingers, given how often it has been happening. he knows it's not the frequency, just the magnitude of wounds they leave in their wake. doors being shut without any reason or explanation. strings cut completely, with an end in his palm and nothing else. after what was shared between him and varik, and the radio silence that followed, lian has been trying to reach out. even more so after the chaos — but with braxigar closed off and the world upside down, the world hasn't made it any easier. knowing this is an event that brings people from every hollow together, lian has been hoping varik was one of the attendees — that he would be able to see him. it's constantly at the back of his mind from the moment he sets foot in vallarion, and now, when he spots the familiar face in the grand hall, it doesn't take him long to make it to his side. he is quieter, more tactful than he would usually be in this circumstance, if varik had not lost a member of his family. as such, instead of anger, there is worry that swims in lian's eyes, and when he is near, he brings a gentle hand to varik's elbow, a gesture small enough not to be misconstrued by others. "lord varik —" lian starts, lips pursed, searching his expression with careful eyes. "do you have a minute to spare?" although it takes herculean effort do so, his hand falls down back to his side. "i have been wondering... how have you been." a pause, he nudges again. "can we have a private discussion?"