who? nayara kaelvorn & lenore kaelvorn || @aenaos where? Lenore’s Study, Yverhald Keep when? a week after returning to Drakathar
An overfilled head did no good. Not when Nayara’s thoughts were chaotic and discordant, flying all over the place and jumping from one topic to the next without pause nor hesitation. It is not entirely odd for Nayara’s mind to be overfilled, for it does tend to happen quite regularly, causing her to lose her train of thought mid-conversation, or misstep where she should not. Yet rarely did it feel as overwhelming as it did the first few days after returning from Vallarion. Far too much had happened in such a short amount of time, and she felt off-balanced and overwhelmed. As always, she fell upon physical exertion to empty her thoughts, yet unlike the last few times she had been as overwhelmed as she is now, Nayara was now home. Rather than settle on with a borrowed spear, this time Nayara chose to grab her bow and disappear into the snow surrounding Yverhald Keep.
The first time, she was only gone a few days. Just enough to taste some of the fresh, crisp air, meet Thryx and hunt some game to feed him. It settled her mind just enough for Nayara to realize that as much as she would like to travel throughout Drakathar while practicing her archery, she needed to talk to Lenore before she did. There is a heavy weight on her chest as she remembers the sight she had witnessed as they left Vallarion. Lord Vaelor and Chantara seemed to have mended whichever rift that had once laid between the two of them. At any other time, she would be glad for her sister’s best friend, but now? Now the sight could only cause worry, for she knew the webs her sister spinned behind the scenes. One misstep, and the fragile peace in Drakathar would tumble down into the darkness.
With such a thought in mind, Nayara had returned home, determined to ask her sister once more whether the alliance with Varyn was truly worth it.
After a bath, Nayara finds herself at the door of Lenore’s study, and carefully, she raises her hand to give a sharp yet quick knock.
“Nora? Can we talk?”