*Zephyra was bathing in her favorite claw footed tub. The fire had been newly stoked and she sighed in delight. Stryker hadnt mentioned the broken sfora, which meant one of three things. 1. He hadnt noticed. Highly unlikely. 2. He had noticed and decided to let it go, or three, and the most likely scenario... 3. He was waiting for the right time to find her and confront her, and punish her, which, to be fair, would be the best of scenarios. Phyra smiled at that thought, her eyes drifted closed as she swirled the water around between her fingers. Suddenly, the door opened and she looked to it, thinking it must be her husband.* What in the name of all that is unholy...... *It was Davyn. He gawked at her from the doorway, the cold breeze whistling past him, making her skin goose bump in cold.* Spathi! Avert your eyes, before I poke them out! *she spat and watched him turn his back as she materialised a robe about her nakedness. He muttered something about not looking at you that way and sorry, my apologies. and I have something for you.... Zephyra stepped from the tub and closing the door with her powers she took a moment to dry her feet and dress before she addressed him.* Alright Davyn, approach. *Phyra dried her hair with the towel and watched the embarrassed Spathi approach.* Im so sorry Zephyra, you know, I had no idea... Relax Davyn, next time knock first, alright? *She calmed herself, had her ring finally arrived? Without another word, Davyn outstretched his hand and presented her with her ring. The shard of the broken sfora, mixed with her blood and that of Strykers had been delivered.* Thank you Davyn...its beautiful. *He leaned forward to point out the design after she had slid it upon her middle finger.* When you peer into the sfora-ring, that piece folds down so the view it clear. It looks completely innocent at the moment, but a thought can bring what you want to see into focus. Again, I thank you Davyn...that will be all. *she hid her excitement until after he had closed the door with a gentle snick behind him. Once she was alone, she perched on the edge of the bed and peered into the sfora-ring, the cover flipped out and she saw images forming. She was looking for her daughter, whom she found in the garden with Appollymi, she saw them talking calmly and smiled. Oh, footsteps. She let the cover close and tried to look innocent.*
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 04:19:04 +0000
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