Hornet sat in her room in the Grim's house in the Goblet. Her room. It felt strange not to be staying in an inn. Strange, but welcome. She looked around and found herself smiling. There were all ready wonderful memories here. Kaylie had just left to go do whatever work she had found for herself.
Kaylie. The girl was at a crossroads. Hornet frowned slightly, hoping she had done the right thing with what she had said to her. For a moment she worried that if Kaylie left her Company, that Hornet would be blamed. Then she smirked, thinking of Renaud. Of course she would be blamed. And she found herself not caring.
Hornet thought of the people she lost, and of the few that she may still count as friends. Kaylie. Jancis perhaps. Sigurd? Possible. Vashi of course. She ticked off other names in the 'no' column. Alveo? Not likely given what happened. Tau? Whatever. She couldn't even muster up a good anger about him. She just didn't care. Renaud? A laugh. After he had shown his true colors, there would never be friendship there. Rinilda? Well she was sleeping with Renaud wasn't she? Cross her off the list.
Dhemgeim. Hornet felt her jaw clench without realizing it. Dhemgeim who stood there, silent, while Tau accosted her. Dhemgeim who stood their, silent, while Renaud called Hornet a bloodthirsty monster and a whore. Dhemgeim, who when she did speak, offered only the suggestion of bloodsport to settle the issue between Tau and Hornet. Dhemgeim who said NOTHING to support her. Dhemgeim who never reached out. Dhemgeim who didn't trust her. Dhemgeim who didn't care.
Hornet felt something cool on her face and was startled to find herself crying. She wiped her cheeks and took a few breaths. She didn't feel sad, exactly. She just felt a bit empty. A friend she thought she'd have forever. A woman she'd made a promise to.
"Oaths are only worth the people they are made to." She said to herself, echoing a sentiment she'd said to Roen. Whatever promise she made didn't matter any more. She had more important things to worry about. She had an axe to sharpen. A lance to hone.
Hornet thought of the conversation with Sindl. It had been a relief to express herself to him and to find him so receptive and non-judgmental. She found herself appreciating him for his silence more than his words. He was a good listener. And he had alerted her to a situation she would have to resolve. He didn't have to. But he did. He was a good leader. She would focus on that.
The past was past. Time to move forward.
Kaylie. The girl was at a crossroads. Hornet frowned slightly, hoping she had done the right thing with what she had said to her. For a moment she worried that if Kaylie left her Company, that Hornet would be blamed. Then she smirked, thinking of Renaud. Of course she would be blamed. And she found herself not caring.
Hornet thought of the people she lost, and of the few that she may still count as friends. Kaylie. Jancis perhaps. Sigurd? Possible. Vashi of course. She ticked off other names in the 'no' column. Alveo? Not likely given what happened. Tau? Whatever. She couldn't even muster up a good anger about him. She just didn't care. Renaud? A laugh. After he had shown his true colors, there would never be friendship there. Rinilda? Well she was sleeping with Renaud wasn't she? Cross her off the list.
Dhemgeim. Hornet felt her jaw clench without realizing it. Dhemgeim who stood there, silent, while Tau accosted her. Dhemgeim who stood their, silent, while Renaud called Hornet a bloodthirsty monster and a whore. Dhemgeim, who when she did speak, offered only the suggestion of bloodsport to settle the issue between Tau and Hornet. Dhemgeim who said NOTHING to support her. Dhemgeim who never reached out. Dhemgeim who didn't trust her. Dhemgeim who didn't care.
Hornet felt something cool on her face and was startled to find herself crying. She wiped her cheeks and took a few breaths. She didn't feel sad, exactly. She just felt a bit empty. A friend she thought she'd have forever. A woman she'd made a promise to.
"Oaths are only worth the people they are made to." She said to herself, echoing a sentiment she'd said to Roen. Whatever promise she made didn't matter any more. She had more important things to worry about. She had an axe to sharpen. A lance to hone.
Hornet thought of the conversation with Sindl. It had been a relief to express herself to him and to find him so receptive and non-judgmental. She found herself appreciating him for his silence more than his words. He was a good listener. And he had alerted her to a situation she would have to resolve. He didn't have to. But he did. He was a good leader. She would focus on that.
The past was past. Time to move forward.
