Who: Anise, anyone she bowls over looking for Ion
Where: Blessenwood
When: Afternoon (after
this thread)
Why: Searching for Ion
Status: Closed
pant...pant...
[Anise barely noticed when the ground under her feet gave way to cobbles until she fell, and even then she picked herself right back up and kept running, searching desperately in the welcome shades of buildings, stinging skinned knees going unheeded and unfelt. She cupped her hands around her mouth, repeatedly calling for the Fon Master.]
Ion! Iooooonnn! ION!
[She could barely hear herself call his name over the racket her heart was making in her ears. What if that woman was wrong? What if he wasn't here? What if he was and he just didn't want to see her? What if...
Anise came to a halt under an awning, staring into space.]
(What if he hates me for what I did?)