[Christine]

Jan 30, 2011 22:53

Charred again. She brushed at flaking black skin, smearing it into ash.

Snow had hit here, too, melted into a coating of ice. She could go somewhere indoors. She should; she had invitations.

The Academy - possibly no one would accuse her of contributing to Donovan's death, but the air among Dragons was heavy and morose. A high point, outside in the crystalline night air, called to her with a clear tone. She would have to go there, but for a time ...

Kaoniki - Hard to tell with her sire's broodmate. She alternately invited Christine to craft leather and talked about frivolous things and then accused her of turning against her entire line. Variation was entertaining, but she didn't relish the possibility of Kaoniki deciding to test her again while ignoring the facts.

Julius - He'd offered. She'd weighed it. Not accepting would bruise his ego. She was at times wrong about him, but she expected that he would recover with attention garnered from elsewhere. Seneschal now.

She smelled the remains of burned flesh now, remembering the night of two weeks ago. It almost made her smile, and almost made her call.

She looked at the phone, rotating it in her fingers, and called no one. Sent a message to no one. Instead, she considered the whispers circulating and tried unsuccessfully to extrapolate what sort of immediate danger she was in.
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