closed starter for: nayara kaelvorn & baeksa chae || @decthless place: a random hallway near celembron’s hospital ward (yes the same as the lathander thread) time: right after the lathander & nayara thread
Reactions driven by pure emotion are natural, yet for Nayara who prefers to be in control of herself, they are extremely frustrating. Wiping away the tears does nothing if they keep falling, the hurt of having a secret that was supposed to be guarded with fervor wielded against her with intent to harm lingering in her chest even as her mind races ahead. She knows she will have to tell Lenore of the confrontation, but considering Lathander’s stellar reputation she worries her sister will still see advantages courting his favor after what they witnessed during the ritual. The sort of power exhibited— It is priceless. And frustratingly, the heir of Tethalune might have the only answers available, now that the White Oak had gone up in flames.
She is considering how to convince Lenore that Seraphyna is a much better point of contact if they need anyone from House Tethalune, when she hears footsteps. A small part of her freezes, the realization that she is still crying hitting as she turns to meet the steps, but she has been trained in the niceties of courts, so even with the tears streaming down her face she curtsies and offers the interloper the best smile she can at the moment. It’s not much.
“My apologies, I did not think anyone else would come this way,” she admits, raising a hand to wipe at her tears once more. “Please don’t mind me.”