Time - Middle of the Night (early hours)
Location - Atricis Weyr | Solai's Apartment
Faranth, it hurts so much, she mentally sobbed to her beast, though a pitiful sound did escape Solai herself.
Even Scarletto doted upon the greenrider, the ruby warbling with worry and nuzzling as close to her as possible in an attempt to absorb the pain.
It took several minutes for Solai to finally come to herself again, to regain herself, and silence the intrusive voices. Only then was she able to look up to the pewterrider with worn eyes. "Sorry... I had to tune out the voices. It was starting to hurt too much to think," she answered honestly. Though a rare occurrence, it did happen from time to time.
However, no amount of cerebral agony could make Solai forget the events of tonight. There was also a faint hope he might forget about it, the summoning, as well as the pamphlets, the confrontation... everything really... for Solai knew that was not likely, and that she would owe the man some answers. But what did she say? Where did she begin? For now, she prayed he would merely let the matter drop in its entirety so she would not have to speak a word of it.