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Syra
- Thread starter Elz
- Start date
Sir Saltington
Lord of Altera
That dress seems pretty edgy...I mean look at those blades!
So I got permission to have Syra find Vera. Its a bit weird. Just a bit.
= = =
Probably weeks after Vera fell to her death in Port Silver, Syra was the one to finally stumble across her poor broken body. Her response was disbelief, for a while, and upon realising who it was she tried her best to get Vera to wake. Upon sitting beside her, and scrunching her nose at the smell that dead people permeate, she patted her a few times. She put the smell down to Vera's natural scent at first, but given enough time, she realised that Vera had indeed passed. It's here that she wept for a while. Alone again, not even Bishop was at home (He'd probably gone back to Grafjell, she'll check there next), and the rest of the brood seems to have fragmented. Like lost children, she assumed.
Pausing in her weeping , Syra gasps. Removing the dagger from the hem of her top, she goes about grabbing one of Vera's palms. Awkwardly.
"Vera. What if they're in the orphanage? Bet they are. Say, I'm gonna do this thing and then you can come back and help me find them. Lazy, you are."
Carving a crude, rudimentary symbol she's seen related to Jishrim into the palm itself, she nods to herself. Then a Bishop on the top of her hand. Content with her handiwork, she sets the blade back where it belongs, and stands. Working around the rubble nearby, she covers Vera in rocks to give her the attempts of a burial.
Renewed, Syra leaves Port Silver some hours later. The Orphanage, indeed. Bishop will have to wait.
= = =
Probably weeks after Vera fell to her death in Port Silver, Syra was the one to finally stumble across her poor broken body. Her response was disbelief, for a while, and upon realising who it was she tried her best to get Vera to wake. Upon sitting beside her, and scrunching her nose at the smell that dead people permeate, she patted her a few times. She put the smell down to Vera's natural scent at first, but given enough time, she realised that Vera had indeed passed. It's here that she wept for a while. Alone again, not even Bishop was at home (He'd probably gone back to Grafjell, she'll check there next), and the rest of the brood seems to have fragmented. Like lost children, she assumed.
Pausing in her weeping , Syra gasps. Removing the dagger from the hem of her top, she goes about grabbing one of Vera's palms. Awkwardly.
"Vera. What if they're in the orphanage? Bet they are. Say, I'm gonna do this thing and then you can come back and help me find them. Lazy, you are."
Carving a crude, rudimentary symbol she's seen related to Jishrim into the palm itself, she nods to herself. Then a Bishop on the top of her hand. Content with her handiwork, she sets the blade back where it belongs, and stands. Working around the rubble nearby, she covers Vera in rocks to give her the attempts of a burial.
Renewed, Syra leaves Port Silver some hours later. The Orphanage, indeed. Bishop will have to wait.
Sir Saltington
Lord of Altera
Time to sacrifice children again, here we go!
CyberChaosV2
Lord of Altera
she needs a new pretty dagger to carve people with
Sir Saltington
Lord of Altera
I recommend Syra for tattoos, you'll never forget about it.
