Time - Late Night
Location - Atricis Weyr | Sparring Circle
@Parker | Locke
Hurt did not even begin to describe the depths of her torment.
In the days to follow, Theria and her sisters arranged Mul'rec's burial. They dressed in black, with only the closest of family and friends in attendance for her father's funeral just two days later. His body looked so peaceful in its dressings. The healers said he had simply died in his sleep, that his heart had given out, likely from a heart condition that had gone unnoticed all these turns. It was a common way to go for men his age, they said, a gentle way, but it did little to ease Theria and the emptiness she felt with her father gone.
She had little time to think of little else but what she no longer had. The cause, their work, the slaves... Theria had thought nothing of them since she lost Mul'rec.
After his brother, Ma'lek, took his brother's body between to join his dragon, the funeral ended. Theria spent the next few hours accepting the condolences from close friends, though she failed to respond to them. Instead, after several glasses of wine, Theria took an unopened skin and ventured off into the Sparring Circle. Finally free from their hollow sympathies, Theria finally let it out the tears of frustrations, until they evolved into a cry of rage. With her fist, she decimated a dummy, knocking its head off with several strikes of her now bloodied knuckles.
The pain likely marked the fact she had broken a bone in the assault, and it was the first physical sense she had felt in days.