Kayse (prime)/Vignette: Details

The square bustled with the typical business of the late evening.  The candles burned brightly in the street lamps, the flickering vaguely illuminating an empath hovering over a wounded human.  A pair of pear green eyes shifted to the human, whose hand was covered in blood from applying pressure to the wound.  The substance barely had a color to it because of the darkness, but the faint coppery smell and sheen in the moonlight gave clue to what it was.  Her ears perked as she heard a shuffling from the west--clothing against dirt and cobblestone--then a scrambling of feet.  A halfling emerged from the direction of the bank panting heavily,  a large arm draped over its shoulder as the body of a giantman appeared behind the winded hobbit.  She quirked an eyebrow as a smirk curled upon her face at the sight.


Paying attention to details was always a game to her--a test even, but lately every action was over analyzed and thought over in meticulous detail.  Her facial features relaxed, but her bright, yet calculating eyes continued to survey the area.  Since the arrival of the Kestrel family to Wehnimer’s Landing, she had felt on edge.  She was never one to trust new people at the ready, but something about the family made them even more suspect.  


A figure approached the square and stood near the oak tree, the silver streaks of the moon reflecting briefly on her raven black hair.  It took Kayse’s own eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but a quick grin flashed along her lips as her face lit up in recognition of Shinann. Kayse regarded her for a moment from the shadows.  Over the past month or so, the Captain and her had spoke at great detail about the happenings in the town.  It felt good to begin trusting someone else besides Rowmi, but it made her feel vulnerable and she felt even more on guard.


Stepping out into the street light, Shinann caught a glimpse of Kayse and nodded affably in her direction.  A warm smile painted Kayse’s lips as she nodded back.  It was nice to have a new friend--though even Goblyn had remarked the militia captain and herself had seemed quite the unlikely pair.  Perhaps that is why it worked.


The Shinann leaned in and whispered to Kayse and in response the aelotoi cocked her head in the half-elf’s direction.


In a matched whispered tone, Kayse answered, “I see.  We do have much to catch up on then.”   


They both nodded in sync, their figures disappearing into the darkness as they walked off towards the Hendoran Outpost.