Time - Midday
Location - Healer Hall Great Hall, Fort Hold
@Kate | Gavael
Turns spent as an envoy gave N'kili the strength and guise required to wear her mask. She blotted the tears out of her eyes shortly before her departure, and swore to herself that she was not allowed to shed any more. With the note folded into her inner flight pocket and Duke settled upon her shoulder, the opalrider flew out on Omiimiith for Fort Hold.
Her heart freshly rended by the the loss of two of her dearest friends, N'kili found it difficult to feel the rest of the world around her. The sensation of the wind brushing through her pinned hair and chilling her exposed cheeks was scarcely felt by her, as was the biting cold of between. Feeling had long been robbed from her, leaving N'kili as nothing more than a ghost of her former self. Were it not for the support of Omiimiith and Duke, N'kili knew not what she would have done. The day she lost Aniday, she also lost D'ran. It did not take long for word to reach her about the bronzerider's beheading. She loved them like family, thus in her heart, they died as such.
But the hurt was not over yet. Inez still had a promise to fulfil, to deliver a dead man's letter to his son. Sadly, Inez did not know Gavael, but N'kili had become familiar with the boy over the turns. During those turns that Aniday served Walled with N'kili, the opalrider had encountered the adolescent, watching him from a distance as he made his massive leaps into adulthood. The last few times she encountered Gavael, it felt as though he had sprouted before her eyes. Though a tall woman, even Gavael had come to surpass her. The boy had become a man, only to lose the very man he had strived to become.
Aniday was dead.
As Omiimiith backwinged into the courtyards, dozens of faces peeked out the windows at her unique arrival. Nearly all of those fresh countenances, however, were missed by N'kili who strove purposefully for the crafthall entrance. She was met by the Masterhealer, and made a request for a meeting with the young healer, Gavael. When asked by, N'kili told the Masterhealer in confidence.
"No..." the man spoke, horrified by the news.
"I ask that you let me be the one to tell him," N'kili clarified.
"Does his mother know?" the healer asked.
N'kili shook her head. "Though a messenger has been set out to her and Ar'vis as well."
She watched as a flurry of emotions crossed the man's face. Sorrow. Outrage. Confusion. All of those emotions, N'kili felt keenly upon her own heart for all they remained vacant from her own countenance. "What will be done about this?"
"It is not my place to say," she answered. Regardless of what she did or did not know, it was not for the Masterhealer to hear. "All I ask now is to see Gavael, Masterhealer."
The man gave a nod, and with a final word of condolence, he stepped away to find Gavael himself.
When the Masterhealer made a personal appearance to collect Gavael, the entire classroom fell still. The class merely watched in shock as Gavael was escorted away by the man. Later, it would spur a swell of gossip regarding Gavael's fate, but that was a concern for later.
Down the corridor did the Masterhealer lead Gavael, and if asked what was going on, the Masterhealer merely stated "There is someone here to speak with you, Gavael. I cannot say any more."
Once they reached the spacious office of the Masterhealer, the sight of N'kili staring at the burning hearth greeted them. Not even the normally jovial brown at her shoulder offered Gavael a chattering greeting. Instead, the little firelizard regarded the young man with a morose note in his yellow eyes before he turned to pressed his dainty cheek against N'kili once again.
"Speaker N'kili," the Masterhealer called to her.
The woman, lifted dark eyes up to the Gavael and the Masterhealer. With a nod, she dismissed the Masterhealer. He stepped away, leaving Gavael with the opalrider.
So what did one say? "Gavael..." normally, she spoke of how tall he had grown, how beautiful he had become, but she had no joyous words for him this day. Instead, she raised a hand for the seat next to the fireplace. "Please, have a seat." Slowly, she settled into the seat next to his, and collected her thoughts. Rather than speak immediately, she took a moment to formulate her words, and to give Gavael a chance to steal his heart against the pain she was about to inflict upon him.