Jul 7
Bikini season ❤️
seen from United States
seen from Armenia
seen from Colombia
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Australia
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Maldives
Bikini season ❤️
I should go enjoy the sun ☀️
Lords Lost Weekend, Cordelia Edition, Day 3
Thank you to the mods @lof-weekend for organizing and moderating this awesome prompt weekend.
Day 3 - Sun's Out
Cordelia and Emmrich have a day at the beach with the Veilguard
Sunshine and Sand (AO3, Word count 1,007)
Rook stood on the wooden desk that was built onto the side of the home she shared with Emmrich in Rivain, carefully rubbing the oil mixture that Viago had provided on her husband’s face. Emmrich stood patiently before her, dressed in long linen pants and a long sleeved linen shirt as additional protection against the sun.
“There,” Rook said with some satisfaction. She reached over and pulled a woven straw hat off a hook on the wall and settled it on her head. “That should keep you from burning.”
“Thank you, darling,” Emmrich told her with a smile. “I do hope this mixture from Viago will work better than the last one.
“Viago seems to think it will,” Rook replied. She recalled the first mixture that Viago had provided. Emmrich’s face had been bright red after that, and they’d learned quickly that even with protective oils on his skin, the Necromancer was better off wearing a hat as well to keep the sun off his face.
“I shall try and trust his judgement,” Emmrich told his wife dryly. He bent over and pulled on the woven shoes he typically wore on the beach, designed to cover his feel as completely as they could, unlike the leather sandals Rook wore. “Shall we go down? I believe our friends are already on the beach.” He offered Rook his arm.
She slipped her arm through his and the two of them made their way carefully down the steps carved into the stone that led down to the sandy beach below their home and Taash and Lace’s home, not too far from there own. Rook and Emmrich were typically only here during holiday breaks at the university and summers, so Taash and Lace kept an eye on their home when they weren’t here or at sea. Still, it was nice to have a place in Rivain to call home, alone with the apartment they shared in the Necropolis.
Emmrich considered the sunshine as he and his wife walked down the steps. “Did I tell you, darling, that I intend to take another short sabbatical this next semester?”
Rook gave him a surprised look, “My sunrise, why would you? I know you love teaching.”
Emmrich chuckled softly and patted her arm. “I do enjoy teaching, darling, but I find that I enjoy spending time with you more, and I believe I would like to spend this next semester entirely with you. There is something to be said for the invigorating feel of the sea wind on your face and the smell of the ocean.”
Rook paused at the bottom of the steps and positively beamed at him, sweeping him up into a hug and spinning him around as she stood on the sand. She set him down gently then and placed her hands on his shoulders, kissing him firmly.
Emmrich smiled against her lips as he heard the amused laughter of their friends not far from them. When he pulled back from the kiss, he turned to stand beside her and placed a possessive arm about Rook’s waist as he regarded their friends.
Lace and Bellara were already in the process of building a sand castle while Davrin and Taash ran along the shoreline with Assan. Neve sat on one of the blankets they’d spread out on the sand while Lucanis unpacked a picnic for the Veilguard that Emmrich knew the man had put together himself. Lucanis enjoyed spoiling his friends with his cooking when he had the chance.
Bellara was watching them with a delighted look, and Rook could tell from her expression that the Veil Jumper already had inspiration for her next story. “A dashing pirate and a gentleman scholar would make a lovely story,” Bellara chirped at them.
“Just make sure you change the names, and maybe where they’re from, Bel,” Neve suggested lightly. One of Bellara’s first books had been a romance about a gentleman from Antiva and a mage from Tevinter. While Bellara had at least changed the city that the gentleman was from, it wasn’t hard for anyone who knew the Veilguard to guess who the story had been based on.
“Or at least make the gentleman something other than a necromancer,” Lucanis added.
Rook shrugged. “Bel can write what she likes, I’d not be embarrassed to inspire one of her stories.”
“True, darling, but it might spark some talk among the students,” Emmrich pointed out.
Rook smirked at him, “Let it. Let all the students figure out what an absolute catch my gentleman husband is.”
Emmrich could only chuckle at his wife’s antics as he led her towards where their friends were gathered. “You, dearest, are incorrigible."
“Yes, but it is one of the things you love about me,” Rook reminded him.
“One of the many things,” Neve said in an amused tone. “Now that you two are finally down here, I believe Lucanis has lunch ready for us. And everything is still cold.”
“One of the advantages of being married to an ice mage,” Lucanis told them at Lace’s curious look.
The friends gathered together on the blankets they’d set out, passing around pieces of fruit, chilled juice, and sandwiches. Rook listened as Emmrich and Bellara launched into a continuation of their latest theories on ancient elven relics. Taash rolled their eyes good naturedly and Lace gave them an affectionate look as she elbowed her partner lightly. Davrin and Neve fed Assan treats, and Lucanis observed it all with a smile. They’d come a long way from the weary, ragtag group that had fought against the gods and saved the world a few years ago. Though their friendships and romances had been forged in adversity, they’d managed to maintain them even after the emergencies had passed. It had taken understanding, time, and patience, but they had managed.
As Rook sat crosslegged between Davrin and Emmrich, she thought that she could not ask for a better way to spend a sunny day at the beach, surrounded by good food, friends, her darling husband, and sunshine.
tagging is just for fun (Tag list maintenance)
@serialsforbellara @brennacedria @curiouswisp @tkwritesdumbassassins @juniper-and-dragonthorn @talkmagically @vixenofcadmea @nevarrantorte @madamemortem @davrinsleftpectoral @blackwall-my-tiny-husband @kogarashi-art @notyourmamasdeerbat @bonesandivy @gingervitus @operative-arrow @mageofquandrix @sorcerousadventurer @serensama @viagosbrother @handsignals @woundedsoul12 @babydinosaur930 @sandcastlekings @mushrooms-x-moss @jenn2d2 @redaresss @lycheecatee @zennihilation @lemondelighted @sunny374940 @hedwigoprah @genjyoandgojyoandhakkai @tarasmom
New profile pic drop ✨
Bless me, its fuckin summa
Kitteh on a wawlk
Here's to another car selfie! 😀🤳
In the Arena
Day 3 - Suns Out | Guns Out
Lia and Nico are still confused as Captain Isabela seems to recognize the poor castaway. However, things grow more complicated the longer Nico stays in the Hall of Valor. It seems that the Antivan he met earlier that day was a Crow, and she was a Crow with a mission. It seems that she is only willing to settle her issues in the arena of the Hall of Valor. The challenge isn't binding, but the threat the Crow makes highlights the severity of the consequences. Now Nico needs to decide if facing off with a Crow in the arena is a good idea or not.
AO3
“I’m not going to play these games,” the captain warned, glaring at the man with an animosity that Lia hadn’t seen before. “Just what the fuck are you playing at, Viago?”
Nico stared at the leader of the Lords of Fortune in confusion as Lia glanced between Isabela and the man she found on the beach the day before. The Lord took a deep breath while the amnesiac started to shake his head.
“I’m sorry?” he asked.
“I asked what you are you playing at? Why are you pretending to be someone else in front of me?” Isabela hissed angrily, looking around. “A heads up would have been nice if you had a fucking contract here. First your sister, and now you? What the fuck is going on?”
“I don’t know,” he answered firmly, shaking his head frantically.
The captain looked at him incredulously before turning to Lia. She sighed, gesturing towards him.
“Mãe, he’s telling the truth,” Lia reassured. “I found him unconscious yesterday near a shipwreck after the storm. He was nearly dead, but he pulled through.”
“Did you hit your head?” the captain asked before Nico sighed.
“I don’t remember. I’m not lying. I’m sure you would be able to tell if I was. It sounds like you know who I am, at least,” he pointed out.
Isabela rubbed her temple before closing her eyes to think. Lia glanced at him, but he didn’t take his eyes off the captain. Nico was worried that she was going to throw him off the top of the cliff or something.
After a moment, Isabela pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. Lia tilted her head in confusion.
“Look, fine. As long as you aren’t here on a contract, then fine,” the captain replied.
“I’m not,” Nico answered. He had no idea what that entailed, so he was pretty sure he wasn’t.
“Your sister confirmed that as well. I’m glad you are agreed on that at least,” the captain complained.
“You keep talking about my sister. I don’t know who that is,” Nico insisted.
Captain Isabela stepped forward before grabbing his face. He flinched, but he allowed it. Her eyes went wide as she squeezed his cheeks slightly. She frowned and grimaced, moving his face around for a moment.
After a second, she released his face and retreated. Isabela glanced at Lia, unsure what to think about this.
“She’s here. I can tell you that,” the captain explained before folding her arms. “But I don’t think I can tell you more than that.”
“What? Why not?” Nico nearly exclaimed.
“Because she’s a Crow. If I blab too much, I end up on the hit list. I’m not about to give away everything in case I’m mistaken,” the captain answered firmly. “Telling you that she’s here was likely already too much.”
“Right,” Nico whispered, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“Hon, you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like as long as you are here as a friend. If you are here as an assassin, then you can leave. That’s the deal.”
“I’m not here as an assassin.”
“Perfect. Then you can stay,” the captain reiterated. “Lia, love, I’m sure that Mashev has a place for him.”
“I’ll check with him,” Lia replied with a nod.
The captain dismissed them, saying that she would likely see them at the Hilt for the seafood boil later that afternoon. Lia gave a swift nod before gesturing for Nico to follow her again.
Nico bowed his head and thanked the captain before following Lia. He could feel the captain’s gaze stay on him as they left the area, and he breathed a sigh of relief as they walked down the stairs again.
Lia took him down a different path that was a little less used and public, and he was thankful. He wasn’t sure who else would recognize him, and it worried him. Although he did think about the Antivan woman he had run into before seeing the captain.
There was something about her, but she wasn’t human like he was. She was elvhen, and that was a good indication that she wasn’t his sister. Of course, there were other circumstances to create families outside of blood, but he didn’t know all the facts yet.
He was also concerned about his sister being a Crow. Did that mean that he was a Crow as well? He was Antivan, or most likely, anyway, like most Crows. It wasn’t out of the question. Especially when the captain kept talking about contracts.
“Nico!” Lia shouted.
Lia had turned to speak with him when she saw someone behind him in a darkened corner. The woman stepped from the shadows and threw a knife at Lia, pinning her clothing with the blade to the wall behind her. Lia had thrown her arms up to protect her face when she noticed that it hadn’t injured her.
Nico glanced between the women as he noticed it was Maria, the Antivan woman he had spoken to a few minutes before meeting the captain. He opened his mouth when she slashed her dagger at him.
He barely dodged it, and even he was surprised at himself by his dexterity. Maria advanced on him with a dark look, and he furrowed his brow in confusion.
“Difenditi!” Maria shouted.
Her voice sounded desperate, slashing at him again. Lia struggled with the dagger pinning her to the wall while Nico held up his hands, continuing to dodge.
“Chi sei?” Nico demanded, needing an answer of who this woman was.
Maria stepped back as she grimaced. She looked disappointed and distraught.
“Maria Carmella. Conosci quel nome. Questo è il nome che mi ha dato mio fratello,” she hissed, tears gathering in her eyes.
Nico dropped his hands before she shook her head. Maria turned to look at Lia, pointing her weapon at the Lord of Fortune.
“I will wait for him in the arena if he truly does not remember. We will make a spectacle of it,” the woman informed darkly. “I will make the captain aware of my challenge. I’m sure she can make a good bet on it.”
“He doesn’t remember,” Lia informed through her teeth.
Maria leveled her stare as she exhaled.
“I am aware. This exchange has proved that plenty,” she replied. “I will await you in the arena. If you do not accept, then I will speak to the First Talon about placing a contract on your head.”
“The First Talon?” Nico whispered before Lia shook her head.
“That is a grave threat,” Lia whispered with warning in her voice.
“You would not say that if you knew who you were dealing with, pirate,” Maria countered before sheathing her dagger. “However, since neither of you are in immediate danger, I will see you in the arena.”
Maria walked over to Lia, who stared her down. The Lord of Fortune expected the woman to stab her, but Maria just ripped the knife out of the wall, unpinning her. Maria held out a few coins, dropping them into Lia’s hand without breaking eye contact.
“Apologies for the damage to your clothing,” the woman whispered, dipping her head, before she took her leave.
Lia watched Maria walk away before vanishing into the shadows again, but the Lord knew that it wouldn’t be the last time they saw her. Nico walked over to her, glancing over her.
“Are you alright?” Nico asked, checking her for any wounds.
“I’m fine,” Lia huffed before Nico exhaled.
“Good. I was worried that she had nicked you as she left or something,” he commented.
“Why would she do that?”
“Poisoned blades.”
Lia raised a brow immediately before she looked at the hole in her clothing. It was clear of any substance, so she guessed that the knife that pinned her wasn’t more dangerous than usual.
“How would you know?” she asked.
“I...” he started before he faltered. He blinked before sighing. “I don’t know. Intuition?”
“Or you’re starting to remember small things,” Lia pointed out.
“Tiny things. Suggesting that a Crow is using a poisoned blade is like suggesting a chef might own a spoon,” Nico scoffed, folding his arms.
“Oh, so she’s a Crow now?”
“Of course she was. Did you see her?”
“I saw that she was good with knives and spoke Antivan. Does that make her a Crow?” Lia argued.
Nico clenched his jaw, turning away. His head burned with conviction. He knew he was right, but he didn’t know why he was right.
“She mentioned putting a contract on my head,” he offered.
“I could do that, kadan. Does that mean that I’m a Crow?” Lia reminded him.
Nico took a deep breath before Lia rubbed the back of her neck. This was above her pay grade, though. Regardless of how pretty the man was.
“Look, let’s just figure out what’s going on, and-” she suggested before they heard someone coming down the stairs.
“Thalia!” the captain hissed as Lia looked at the stairs. “You have some explaining to do.”
“What did I do now?” Lia asked, confused why Isabela was upset with her.
“Where did you find him?” Isabela demanded.
“Along the beach, like I said, yesterday I-”
“Where?”
Lia paused, surprised that the captain needed to know exactly where. Nico glanced between the two women before Lia bit the inside of her cheek.
“Half a day north from here,” Lia answered firmly.
“I can confirm that,” Nico replied.
Isabela gave him a warning look before she shook his head.
“You are playing a dangerous game, and you don’t even know you’re a player,” the captain hissed under her breath. “Neither of you do.”
“An explanation would be helpful,” Nico suggested.
“Trust me, if I had one that would help, I’d give it to you. When your memories return, you will likely know more than all of us,” the captain answered, shaking her head. She looked over the horizon for a moment before looking back at Lia. “Nico is due at the arena in twenty minutes to face off with the Crow woman who came to speak with me.”
“So that was a Crow,” Nico pointed out to Lia.
“Make sure you are ready,” the captain snapped, looking at him. “She’s a friend of our local dragon hunter, so she’s a friend of the Lords. That doesn’t make her less dangerous.”
“It just means that she’s not a stranger,” Lia nodded with a sigh. If anything, it made her more dangerous.
The captain stormed off, likely in search of a drink. Lia watched her go before Nico turned to her.
“So, how do you know her again?” he wondered.
“She saved me from a Tevinter Magister who enslaved me. I had nowhere to go, so she kept me. I think she was going to put me in an orphanage in Dairsmuid, but I think I won her over,” Lia smirked with a wink. “She practically raised me.”
“How old were you when she found you?”
“I don’t know. Six? Seven? It hardly matters, but it’s why she’s pissed as hell right now. That Crow you seemed to have pissed off has now included me in your bullshit.”
“Really?” Nico complained as Lia started to walk towards the arena’s armory. “You don’t want to be involved?”
“Are you kidding? This is the most fun I’ve had in ages,” she grinned with a laugh. “Although, we should figure out what this Maria wants. What did she say to you in Antivan? After she told you to defend yourself. I got the gist of that word.”
“She said her name was Maria Carmella, and it was a name that I should know. She mentioned that it was a name that her brother gave her.”
“Why would you know? It’s not like you’re her brother... right? I mean, you could be half siblings or something,” Lia mentioned, seeing Nico’s human ears.
“That’s the question, although that was what got her to stop attacking at least.”
“It made her realize that you had no idea who she was.”
“Which seemed to have broken her heart,” Nico pointed out.
Lia hummed as she thinned her lips. Nico raised a brow at that before walking next to her. The Lord glanced at him, grimacing at his rather arrogant expression.
“You seem interested in that part,” he commented.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” she replied with a shrug.
“Maybe she could be a former lover rather than just a family member.”
“Could be.”
“What do you think?”
“I think that you are spending too much time of what ifs,” Lia pointed out, glancing up at him.
“I think you’re bothered that I might not be available,” he argued with a smirk.
“You haven’t even asked if I’m available, good sir. I could have a lover of my own. Or several, even,” she countered, immediately wiping the smirk right off his face.
“Right, you’re right,” he replied soberly.
“Not that I have any of those,” she chuckled with a wink. She could see the brief relief on his face.
“Would you want me to be available?” he asked as she handed him a few daggers and a sheath belt.
Nico put on the belt with near muscle memory before placing the daggers in the sheaths with precision. Lia smirked and looked up at him.
“What answer would you want?” she teased.
“I think I would want you to say yes,” he replied with a grin.
“Then it seems that we are on the same page,” Lia replied, grabbing the front of his leather top. “Because I wouldn’t have to explain this to anyone else.”
She pulled Nico towards her and she kissed him deeply. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and he felt her smile against his lips. She leaned back a little so she could look up at him.
“Now you have something to look forward to, Nico, so don’t die out there, alright?” she whispered.
“You aren’t fighting with me?” he asked, furrowing his brows.
“Definitely not. The Crow challenged you, not us, and I doubt it’s to the death. She wants you to remember, right?”
“I’d feel better if you were there with me.”
“Would you?” she teased before he nodded, surprising her. “Then maybe we’ll have to sign up for another time slot so we can fight together. We can see how well we do after that.”
“I’m amenable to that.”
“Now go kick her ass back to Antiva so we can eat some seafood.”
“Sì, mia salvatrice,” he smirked, cupping her cheek to kiss her once more. “Just another one for luck.”
“You better not need luck,” she teased, a little worry slipping into her voice.
Nico rubbed her cheekbone before she nodded, encouraging him. He took a deep breath, turning towards the entrance to the arena. He didn’t feel ready, but he was thankful that Lia had bought him leather armor rather than regular clothes. It did seem like a pirate thing, though. Or maybe she wasn’t sure how to dress him without putting him in the same Rivaini clothes.
Still, with his hands on the hilts of his daggers, Nico walked into the arena of the Hall of Valor. He spotted Maria across the way, surprised that she was pacing as she flipped her dagger into the air. It was like she was nervous more than anything.
As he approached, she turned and saw him. When he gave no indication that he remembered her still, not that she expected anything else.
“You truly do not remember,” she whispered in surprise.
“I do not,” Nico confirmed.
“You would not come out here with your face bare like this if you remembered who you were.”
“A heads up would have been nice. Am I in danger?”
“Hmm, no, I would not allow that,” she replied, glancing around. “You are fine, but you would not allow any risks. This is a risk, fratello.”
Fratello. Brother.
Nico set his jaw, realizing that this was indeed somehow his mystery sister that the captain had mentioned. He narrowed his eyes as she smirked.
“Adopted by the same Crow House, fratello. We were raised together but now is not the time for reminiscences. We must put one a show. One Crow against another,” Maria remarked with a wide smile.
“I am a Crow?” he whispered in surprise.
Maria faltered at that before she blinked. She worked her jaw before she threw a knife at him.
Almost like he was being controlled by an outside force, he drew his dagger and deflected the knife. The audience cheered, amazed at the sudden attack and skill displayed. Maria scoffed, shaking her head.
“Your body remembers. Your mind does not,” Maria mentioned with a sigh. “You are a Crow, stronzo.”
“Really? Stronzo?”
“Usually, you would respond by calling me pendeja. We’ll get there.”
“There are easier ways to have a conversation,” Nico pointed out before Maria laughed.
“And we have never successfully had a conversation without physically fighting or shouting at each other. Not when it was something like this,” she replied with a wild look in her eyes.
There was a mixture of fear, sorrow, and concern in her expression. She was worried that she would never see her true brother again, and she swallowed. She advanced on him, and he barely parried the blow.
“They tell me you were shipwrecked in the storm,” she informed before she frowned. “I told you not to go with them on the ship.”
“What?” he replied, realizing that she knew more about what happened.
“We went on a contract together at the behest of the First Talon. We found the ship the target was on. Not a Lord of Fortune, but a murderer seeking out ships. You believed that you could surprise them. You had a plan,” she informed as she attacked him.
There were several clangs of steel as he defended himself from the distraught Crow. He realized that this was the reason why she wanted to fight in the arena. The attacks were real, but they were non-lethal. The fights were mainly non-lethal in the arena, but this was to make sure that he remained fine.
It was the cheering that she wanted. She needed to have this conversation while they had the cover of the crowd’s noise. No one could hear what she was saying except for him.
“You gave yourself a poison to block your memories. You had the antidote. You were supposed to take it once they were finished questioning you. There was a note in your boot that they wouldn’t have been able to find. It would have bothered you enough to investigate,” Maria explained before she shook her head. “The storm hit, and I couldn’t find you. I found the Hall of Valor and stayed here. Imagine my surprise when you show up without an understanding of who I am.”
“Do you have the antidote?” he whispered.
“Yes. Why didn’t you take it?”
“My boots were ripped to pieces when I was dragged from the ocean. I didn’t have it.”
Maria continued her assault as she thought about what he said. The horrible risks that they took for it to go so terribly wrong. It was incredibly lucky for him to be alive at all.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Nico demanded.
“The target might still be alive. I needed to know what was going on,” Maria hissed before tripping him and gaining the upper hand.
Maria leaned over him with a dagger over his neck. He dropped his weapons as he leveled his gaze at her.
“The entire crew of that ship is dead. I was the only survivor,” Nico answered.
Maria exhaled in relief. She sheathed her knife before helping Nico to his feet. The audience cheered while some begged her to kill him. She ignored them before she shoved him back towards the entrance to the arena.
Lia was waiting, confused by the shift of attitude between the two. Nico returned and kissed her as Maria smiled, waving.
“So, is everything good now?” Lia asked, glancing at both of them.
“Maria explained that she was with me before I boarded the ship that crashed and wrecked,” Nico mentioned before the Crow cleared her throat.
“Yes, I am also the sister I believe the captain mentioned,” the Crow explained as she bowed. She also produced a small vial and gave it to Nico. “Also, I wasn’t completely truthful about my name. My full name is Isabella Maria Carmella de Riva. I think you can understand why I chose a middle name.”
“It did make it less confusing,” Lia commented sarcastically, making Maria smile. “What is in that vial?”
“The antidote to the poison Vi- uh, well, Nico, I suppose, made before he went onto the other ship. It should bring his memories back,” the Crow explained as Lia hummed.
“Tia Vide did mention that there was a natural concoction that caused this,” Lia sighed.
Nico looked over the vial before looking at the two women. He felt strange about having the bottle in his hand, but neither urged him on. Instead, they watched him patiently.
“All my memories?” Nico asked.
“That’s what you told me,” Maria answered with a shrug.
“Regardless of your name, you’re still welcome, you know,” Lia reminded him with a smirk before looking at the other Crow. “And you, too, I guess. The captain said you know Taash. There’s a seafood boil tonight if you want to join.”
“I wouldn’t want to miss that,” Maria smirked.
Nico sighed, shaking his head. He opened the vial and took a drink, closing his eyes.
Memories flooded in, and he felt like he had woken up from a strange dream. He remembered his time with the Crows. He remembered Isa, his sister, and recalled growing up with her in House de Riva. He remembered becoming the Fifth Talon after his best friend Teia became the Seventh Talon. He even remembered when Teia introduced him to her new girlfriend not too long ago. She had been so excited.
Viago opened his eyes, surprised by the sudden surge of memories as both Isa and Lia came to steady him. He fought the urge to jerk away from them, knowing that they were helping him balance after drinking that while standing up. He had intended to sit down while he did it, but his instructions were missing along with the original dosage.
“Are you feeling alright?” Lia asked as he looked at her.
He was grateful that he kept his memories of the last two days as well. He didn’t think that they would be gone, but he was thankful just the same.
“I’m... feeling fine,” he answered with a nod. Lia exhaled in relief.
“More like yourself?” Isa asked with a bit of hope.
“Much more like myself, sorella,” he reassured her with a smirk.
Lia and Isa both smiled at him. Isa nodded and stepped away.
“Then I will tell Luca that the job was done and that I will be returning to Treviso in the next day or two,” Isa explained.
Viago remembered Lucanis as the First Talon now, which was good. Although, he himself was still a Talon unless something had changed.
“Just you?” he questioned as Lia chuckled.
“I figured that you would need a few more days to sort yourself out,” Isa answered, grinning at Lia.
Viago turned to Lia before smiling at his sister. He nodded, understanding that Isa was giving him time.
“I’ll meet you at the Hilt for Mashev’s seafood boil,” Isa smirked as Lia raised a brow. “Taash has been talking about it for years. Did you think I would miss it now?”
Lia chuckled as Viago shook his head, seeing his sister leave. The Lord of Fortune held his arm for a moment before he looked at her.
“So, it sounds like you’re sticking around for a little while?” she asked before he smiled.
“For a little while,” he nodded. “But I will need to return to Treviso. Good call on taking me back to Antiva, by the way.”
“Seemed like the best answer,” she hummed, leaning into him.
“Maybe, depending on your availability, you would like to join me across the bay? For a little while?” Viago offered with a grin.
“You know, that sounds nice. I’d love an adventure for a little while,” Lia smiled before dragging him out of the armory. “But first, let’s get to the Hilt for some seafood. I’m starving.”
