Anonymous said: "Your father went missing. We found him this morning."
Childish shouts of glee filled the small courtyard, followed by peals of tinkling laughter. It would seem that there was some grand game going on within the grounds of the orphanage and frankly, there was no end in sight. Drissa’s visits always meant one of three things – someone was ill, funding was needed, or it was time to play. Today it was the third and the guards dreaded having to come forth to break up the few moments that the children had in peace. Still…
One of the children was scooped up in her arms, a blonde haired little boy caught mid laugh and swung about in glee as the priestess turned to grin at the guards. The looks on their faces however, had her gently placing the child back on his feet. Rather than leave her side, the little one backed up until he was all but standing on her feet, blinking up at the guards with childish admiration. The mender’s hands fell gently on his shoulders, staring for but a moment before leaning down to whisper softly in his ear.
“Go find the Matron for me. Take the others with you, dear one.” With a gentle pat to his back, the youth took off shouting for the others.
“Hey you guys! Lady Drissa said it’s time to go in! Let’s go get the candy before the Matron hides it all!”
The shouts drew another glance over her shoulder paired with a soft laugh. Not at all what she’d said, but it got the out of the courtyard and for the moment that was all that mattered. Turning back to the guards, all traces of good humor died on her delicate features.
“There’s no sense in holding whatever it is in. It’s not often that I’m tracked down here, so it must be important,” the words were stated simply but without her usual warmth. Something flickered within the depths of her gaze though it was indiscernible. While waiting on the men to stop staring at each other, the woman moved to gently clasp her hands together.
When the words came… Oh how she wished they hadn’t.
“I’m sorry? Found him how?” Her heart was hammering in her chest, threatening to burst from the sudden influx of fear that held her in her grip. “He didn’t…. He wasn’t doing something he shouldn’t have, but I can… I’m sure it’s… Raserus will forgive him so long as he -.”
“You misunderstand, miss. The body of Vynashel Sunblossom washed ashore this morning.”
Her world came to a crashing halt. Everything she knew was suddenly… gone.
“I… No, no, no. He- he…. He can’t be.” With the words the woman began to sway on her feet. A heartbreaking cry was quickly muffled by her hand going over her mouth as she dropped down into a small crouch and wept in silence. The agony was plaintive, rolling off the woman as though it were a hazy cloud. Having lost him once already, how was she supposed to say good bye again?
The answer was simple: she couldn’t.
BRB CRYING MYSELF TO DEATH