Kaelie/The Box

The Box

She comes home and settles on one of the silverwood chairs. Letting her eyes close and taking a moment to block the perceived health of half of the town. Making a mental note to remind one of the Guards he has a dormant infection before turning off the constant reminder that others need healing. Taking a deep breath as she slowly lets it enter once more, she remembers. Reaching quickly into her cloak she pulls out a box. She arches a brow at it like it will reveal more to her now that she can examine it closely. Just as it was before. A small box with a note and a Be'ort rose. With little regard to the contents she tosses it onto the table and stares at it.

Eyes closing again, her thoughts pooling around to try and see it. "Clearly more of them are aware of me than I am of them.", she thinks. "Have they seen how long my legs are? They should go pull someone elses." "They have to know that there is no force known that would tempt me to sever my bond with Mazrian. And let's say I did. Then they would see me as someone easily moved to betrayal on a simple lark for kicks? No. This box and it's contents creates a secret that I share now only with them. It's already a wedge. I hold no real value for them, and could offer very little other than the absolute promise of conflict with Mazrian and Madigan if I reveal to them the contents of this box." She opens her eyes and sweeps the box off the table in frustration. Out loud her voices edge startles even her. "Damn them for putting me here." Then hissing out, "So close now and I don't have time for this distraction.", her eyes cut to the box on the floor, with a disgusted guttural curse she bends down to retrieve it. She shoves it back in her cloak and kicks the chair. "Now where is that Olvi?', she asks to the empty house before she throws the door open to head out in search.