Kayse (prime)/Vignette: Imperials

She paced across the floor of her bungalow, the wooden floors creaking underneath her bare feet as she took slow measured steps.  Dappled sunlight trickled in through the window and illuminated the closed ivory envelope on her desk.  From across the room, her bright eyes darted back to the desk, eyeing the letter she had just wrote.


Growing up in the Rest, she had been taught that Imperials were the enemy.   Despite having different beliefs and duties, did any of them deserve to die?  A wry grin escaped her lips, there’s some River Rats who would say yes to that.


She paused to glance out the window and the grin faded.  Chewing her lip, her face was painted with perplexity as her eyes shifted back to her desk.  A cloth-bound notebook laid open next to the envelope, names haphazardly written along the page with arrows and lines being connected to each other. 


There was still so many what ifs.  Carenos *thinks* he shot Cyph--what if the humanoid figure wasn’t Cyph?  The scarred man seemed so confident.  If Cyph did kill Carenos’ daughters, Carenos deserved revenge--in her mind.  Something just seemed off and she has always trusted her sixth sense.


Moving to the desk, she reached for the quill and jotted down a quick note on the page, before throwing the quill back down.  Her wings folded sharply against her back as she twisted her mournbloom hair up into a messy bun, her gaze perusing the page where she just wrote.  


Why should she help?  What did she have to gain?  Who am I to get in the way?


Glancing down, she idly traced her fingertips over the small black vial.  Carenos knows someone took the vial from him.  It was only a matter of time till he found out who.


She snatched the notebook, vial, and envelope up and slid them into her bag.  Slipping her boots on, she moved swiftly out the door.