closed starter for: nayara kaelvorn & lathander tethalune || @celcstine place: a random hallway near celembron’s hospital ward
Nayara desires answers, there is no denying as much. Nora had been wounded, worse than she had ever been before. Arun remains trapped within his mind, as they all wait for his awakening. Cian tethers in the edge between the living and the dead. Countless more are wounded or haunted by the events that took place the night of the ritual. So many of their plans had collapsed unto themselves when they were not looking, and she wants to know who is responsible. Yet the answer evades her, for there are no groups that publicly claim that the tragedy was exerted by their hands. Irritation does not even begin to cover what she is feeling at this time, yet there is no outlet for her other than training.
Or so she thinks, until she steps out of Celembron’s hospital ward with the intention of heading to the training grounds and catches a glimpse of Lord Lathander Tethalune. As she does, part of her wonders. Seraphyna had not seemed to know anything about what had happened, but perhaps the heir of the destroyed citadel might be better informed. It is a long shot, a foolish hope. But she must try, regardless, for the lack of knowing it’s bothering immensely.
“Lord Tethalune,” she calls, steps steady as she approaches the window where the heir stands. “May I ask what brings you to the hospital ward? Are you in need of a healer?”