@Parker | Locke
Of the family that had formed among the abolitionists, Amuderudalya knew Locke the least... and yet she worried so much for him. Every time she drew hear to him, she felt the disturbance within him, the ache, the perpetual sense of bloodlust. The man was unstable and dangerous, a fact the woman could not deny, and yet she worried for him nonetheless, because he was part of their family now whether he wanted to be or not. Her father saw to that before his own death earlier that turn, D'ran loved him as a brother up until his death soon after Mul'rec's, and Theria brought him to her intimately until her own death shortly followed. So much loss broke Amuderudalya, leading to scars both emotional and physical, though the baker felt at times the wounds upon her heart were far more difficult to hide than the ones she had drawn upon her own flesh.
Yet with time, the baker slowly recovered, at least as best as she could. She began to finds days passed between tears shed, hours recovered after weeks of unrest. Her pace of life slowly began to return to her, as did it return to the abolitionist movement. Word was slower going now, but that did not stop the tenacious bunch from catching what tidbits they could by other means. Most news that reached them now a day normally led to dead ends, especially in regards to the rebellion they so desperately wanted to help. However, this time something stuck. A new plan had been set in motion, one that would keep the cause safely out of harms way while focusing on the emancipation of a new batch of young slaves. It might not solve the bigger issue, but it would help several lives that might help more in turn when they were in a place to fight. After the loss of the children in the Derisen Ring with the injury of Solai, the deaths of D'ran and Aniday, and the attack of Walled that took out Evora, Theria, D'met, and two of their key Walled sources, Inez needed to do right by those she had failed. Directly, she might not ever be able to recover them, but others like them... she would.
Yet they still heard little from Locke, even when they needed him now more than ever before. Amuderudalya wanted to approach him herself, but it was difficult at times. She felt how disturbed he was by nature, but sensed the agony on his heart when she drew close enough, but she never could find the right time to talk to him, both about the new mission in the works, and the concern she had for him. Though she hoped to gain some information from I'ent, she felt the caution from the greenrider, and did not want to push any more in a way that might distress the greenrider. Thus Amuderudalya continued to wait, biding her time until the moment presented itself when she might confront the wraithrider.
At the gather, dressed in her white lace dress with a shawl wrapped about her shoulders, Amuderudalya wandered the stalls in search of something that might appeal to her. Croquembouche always kept nearby (had she not, Amuderudalya doubted Inez would have let her sister out of her sight). Through the baker stalls, the competition locations, and finally, the dance floor and lounge, Dalya wandered, until she spotted a very familiar face in the lounge.
She glanced around at first, but she knew she had to, if only to make sure she did not sense those notes of suspicion in the lounge, and then she neared the man. "Locke?" she called his name so gently, fearful the very utterance of it might cause him to disappear before her. Once she neared, however, she could not help but reach out to hug him, if only to assure herself he was safe. After a gentle embrace, she pulled back, giving him his space as she pulled her shawl tighter about herself. "I'm sorry. I've just been so worried about you." She knew she was not as close to the man as Theria had been, yet after everything that happened, after all the loss, having him so close once again did give the woman a sense of assurance that he was safe... even if she could already tell he was not entirely well.