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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 517943" data-attributes="member: 2062">It Was a Dark and Stormy NightRain furiously pounded down onto the streets, soaking the hooded and cloaked figures to the skin.&nbsp; The largest of the figures, a surprisingly tall elf, cursed as he tried not to jostle the small child that he was carrying.&nbsp; He paused, standing up to his ankles in rainwater.&nbsp; &quot;Drusilia, how are you holding up?&quot;The elven child stared at him from beneath the oversized cloak was draped over her.&nbsp; Her large blue eyes were frightened, and she bit her lower lip in an obvious attempt to keep from crying.&nbsp; &quot;Why can't I stay at the Carter Street house anymore?&nbsp; Where's my Papa?&quot;The other two cloaked figures had stopped, and were looking at the pair.&nbsp; &quot;Come, Kennic,&quot; said a female voice, impatiently.&nbsp; &quot;We don't have the time to stop and coddle the girl.&nbsp; We've got to get her to safety.&quot;Kennic sighed, hugging the child to his chest briefly, and then started trudging through the street again.&nbsp; &quot;Celia is right, Drusilia,&quot; he said quietly.&nbsp; &quot;We have to get you to a safer place.&quot;&nbsp; &nbsp; After moving through the outskirts of the Old City, the foursome crossed over into the Merchant's District.&nbsp; Kennic breathed an audible sigh of relief.&nbsp; &quot;It ought to be safer now.&quot;The woman nodded.&nbsp; &quot;Still, let's get to our destination first...&quot;&nbsp; They moved, more quickly now that they were walking in streets that had superior drainage.&nbsp; Shops gave way to houses, and finally, they reached the city's rather well-known Street of Flowers.&nbsp; They ran up the walk to one of the houses on it, a fine two-story structure, made rough-hewn stone and covered with ivy tendrils.&nbsp; Kennic was just raising his fist to knock, when the door swung open. &nbsp;&quot;Thank all the gods that you're here,&quot; said the woman standing there.&nbsp; She was also an elf, and was dressed expensively in silks and pearls.&nbsp; Gesturing for them to come in, she closed the door behind them, shutting the sound of the rain outside.&nbsp; &quot;I had begun to fear that you had been ambushed.&quot;Kennic set Drusilia onto the floor, and the little girl stood blinking up at the adults around her.&nbsp; She was completely swathed in a man-sized cloak, which obscured anything resembling arms or legs. &quot;I want to go home,&quot; she said, quietly.The woman tsked at her, efficiently removing the rain-soaked cloak.&nbsp; &quot;Now, wishing for things that won't happen is a waste of time,&quot; she said.&nbsp; She led the little girl out of the main room, and took her to the side parlor.&nbsp; &quot;Amuse yourself in here,&quot; she said.&nbsp; &quot;We adults have some things that we need to talk about.&quot;The door closed, leaving Drusilia in the room alone.&nbsp; The elven girl didn't waste any time trying to obey the elder's commands, and instead, moved swiftly and quietly back to the door.&nbsp; She cracked it, poking her head around the corner, and listened.The voices were hushed, but were not impossible to hear.&quot;...targeting Tensin's properties...&quot;&quot;I think they're trying to kidnap the girl.&nbsp; The attack on the Carter Street house was no accident.&nbsp; It might be leverage against Tensin.&nbsp; Everyone knows she is his weak point, if he has one...&quot;&quot;We've got to keep her safe.&nbsp;&nbsp; Does anyone know where Tensin is?&nbsp; Is he safe?&quot;Drusilia closed the door again, almost wishing that she hadn't heard.&nbsp; Papa, in danger?&nbsp; Even the fact that she was in danger herself didn't bother her as much.&nbsp; She curled up on the satin and lace sofa, wishing that she was with Papa, safe at the Carter Street house.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 517943, member: 2062"] [b]It Was a Dark and Stormy Night[/b] Rain furiously pounded down onto the streets, soaking the hooded and cloaked figures to the skin. The largest of the figures, a surprisingly tall elf, cursed as he tried not to jostle the small child that he was carrying. He paused, standing up to his ankles in rainwater. "Drusilia, how are you holding up?" The elven child stared at him from beneath the oversized cloak was draped over her. Her large blue eyes were frightened, and she bit her lower lip in an obvious attempt to keep from crying. "Why can't I stay at the Carter Street house anymore? Where's my Papa?" The other two cloaked figures had stopped, and were looking at the pair. "Come, Kennic," said a female voice, impatiently. "We don't have the time to stop and coddle the girl. We've got to get her to safety." Kennic sighed, hugging the child to his chest briefly, and then started trudging through the street again. "Celia is right, Drusilia," he said quietly. "We have to get you to a safer place." After moving through the outskirts of the Old City, the foursome crossed over into the Merchant's District. Kennic breathed an audible sigh of relief. "It ought to be safer now." The woman nodded. "Still, let's get to our destination first..." They moved, more quickly now that they were walking in streets that had superior drainage. Shops gave way to houses, and finally, they reached the city's rather well-known Street of Flowers. They ran up the walk to one of the houses on it, a fine two-story structure, made rough-hewn stone and covered with ivy tendrils. Kennic was just raising his fist to knock, when the door swung open. "Thank all the gods that you're here," said the woman standing there. She was also an elf, and was dressed expensively in silks and pearls. Gesturing for them to come in, she closed the door behind them, shutting the sound of the rain outside. "I had begun to fear that you had been ambushed." Kennic set Drusilia onto the floor, and the little girl stood blinking up at the adults around her. She was completely swathed in a man-sized cloak, which obscured anything resembling arms or legs. "I want to go home," she said, quietly. The woman tsked at her, efficiently removing the rain-soaked cloak. "Now, wishing for things that won't happen is a waste of time," she said. She led the little girl out of the main room, and took her to the side parlor. "Amuse yourself in here," she said. "We adults have some things that we need to talk about." The door closed, leaving Drusilia in the room alone. The elven girl didn't waste any time trying to obey the elder's commands, and instead, moved swiftly and quietly back to the door. She cracked it, poking her head around the corner, and listened. The voices were hushed, but were not impossible to hear. "...targeting Tensin's properties..." "I think they're trying to kidnap the girl. The attack on the Carter Street house was no accident. It might be leverage against Tensin. Everyone knows she is his weak point, if he has one..." "We've got to keep her safe. Does anyone know where Tensin is? Is he safe?" Drusilia closed the door again, almost wishing that she hadn't heard. Papa, in danger? Even the fact that she was in danger herself didn't bother her as much. She curled up on the satin and lace sofa, wishing that she was with Papa, safe at the Carter Street house. [/QUOTE]

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