Time: Early afternoon Location: a tavern in Khaggon Status: @pyrope-almandine
Thalra didn’t like leaving Nil alone and unprotected in her home, but after the conversation they’d had about Pyrope, and what she’d done in Arx while Nil was wounded and away from her, well, it did more than make Thalra’s blood boil. It was like there was a roiling tumultuous storm raging inside her, waves crashing against her bones and trying to break them to bits. Outwardly, she’d been calm, went to Jelxi to ask her to have someone watch the house while she was away, and then made her way to Khaggon. She’d kept her tone light and friendly as she’d messaged Pyrope to get her location, and let the storm continue to build. “Darling,” she’d said, the words flying through the magical ley lines of this plane to her intended recipient. “Could you tell me where you’re staying? I’d love to see you.”
And now here she was standing outside Pyrope’s room in the tavern she’d indicated she was staying at. It had been easy to find out which room from the bartender. Genasi were as rare a sight as drow were, and that tended to make them memorable.
Thalra took a moment, her hands balled into fists at her side. She needed to remain calm, but all she could think of was Pyrope’s arrogance. Her cowardice. To go to Nil instead of attempt to face Thalra on her own. And how dare she threaten Nil? Thalra had given her so many chances, so many opportunities. Thalra had held her hand out and beckoned her to come closer and still, still she had slapped it away. Only to do this. Touching Nil was unforgivable. Whatever nostalgia Thalra had for her time with Pyrope was fully eclipsed by her anger now. And it was so difficult to keep off her face and out of her posture.
What did it matter though? Pyrope probably wouldn’t notice anyway, so caught up in her own misery and heartache. That’s how it had always been, why would it change now? Without hesitating any longer, Thalra knocked on the door.