(Never much knew Hildegard, she never made it out the city gates.)
He's opening his mouth to address her: Ambassador (no), Knight-Enchanter (not any more), Serah then,
And a dozen tiny knives punch through boot and skin. An undignified yelp precedes a string of Nevarran invocations. Cedric braces a leg, stooping to pry the little dog off. In comes Marge. The bag beats against his back with feeble insistence, again, again; spraying hard candies into the courtyard.
"Grandmother," The newcomer implores: "Please, you'll only hurt your wrist again,"
"Baudin," Cedric finally manages, thrusting the snarling corgi out for him. Take this. "She gave you names? Let me call them."
Which he does, given half a chance -
"Gwenaëlle," Out of breath, "Need you in the Alienage. Amsel's back, and,"
His mouth twists, his leg is bleeding. This isn't how he'd choose to deliver the news:
"Tranquil," There's no way around it. "She's Tranquil."
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(Never much knew Hildegard, she never made it out the city gates.)
He's opening his mouth to address her: Ambassador (no), Knight-Enchanter (not any more), Serah then,
And a dozen tiny knives punch through boot and skin. An undignified yelp precedes a string of Nevarran invocations. Cedric braces a leg, stooping to pry the little dog off. In comes Marge. The bag beats against his back with feeble insistence, again, again; spraying hard candies into the courtyard.
"Grandmother," The newcomer implores: "Please, you'll only hurt your wrist again,"
"Baudin," Cedric finally manages, thrusting the snarling corgi out for him. Take this. "She gave you names? Let me call them."
Which he does, given half a chance -
"Gwenaëlle," Out of breath, "Need you in the Alienage. Amsel's back, and,"
His mouth twists, his leg is bleeding. This isn't how he'd choose to deliver the news:
"Tranquil," There's no way around it. "She's Tranquil."