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"I know. That's why I sent them away," Bell kept a business tone to her voice as she stopped in the hall. Her body moved so that she was leaning against the wall and her arms crossed over her chest, "so the first thing I'd like to know is how you know her name. I did not tell you. Nor did my...
"Not yet. You two," Bell looked back at her sisters and motioned then to move faster. Her eyes narrowing when she caught her youngest sister faulter a moment when she heard the question of Gabil, "move ahead of us. We need to speak about a few things".
Amie and Iyana nodded before walking past...
"We used to play as kids and our fathers were certain that Rhys and I were going to marry once older. We were engaged infact before he just called it off," Bell scoffed and raised her chin before tucking in her chair and waving for him to follow, "we both simply tolerate eachother so that we can...
"That's today? Shit," Rhys sighed and stood up. He waved to his business partners and walked out. Octia took his place and straightened her back, "let's set a next day then come back".
"In three months we shall return to speak again," bell hummed and stood up to shake Octia's hand. The two...
"You can come sit with us if you'd like," bell giggled and turned away from the negotiations. She looked at Gabil from behind her mask and raised her head, "it must be dreadfully boring just staying there".
Octia and Rhys raised their heads to look at Gabil. The male sibling rolling his eyes...
Rhys sat across from one of his trade partners. The air around them was rigid as he and the three sisters traded words, a few thinly veiled threats being traded specifically between Bell and Rhys. Octia was with her brother and was leaning against the table, hair pulled up into a messy bun as...
"Us as well," the sisters stood and started towards the door. The youngest turned and waved at Gabil before her elder siblings pulled her from the room. They moved through the halls, a servant being called over so they could make sleeping arrangements.
Bell and her sister nodded in sync. The eldest rested her head on a hand as she became more comfortable, "my family will be more then happy to lend support. This is our home and I'd hate to see it all go to shit".
The youngest turned as she looked around the room in a bored manner. She tapped...
"And what about those reports that some of my family's have been getting. I've heard that entire naval fleets are being destroyed. Merchant or not," Bell straightens her back out, "and what would we do if they have already set feet onto land. It will do none of us good if we kill off one head...
"Pykon. Our sir invited us to come along," bell hummed at a respective time and moved over to sit with her sisters. Her eyes narrowed through her mask. The smile she held on her face was hidden and something sparked in her eyes at the mention tagryn.
"Better then nothing," Lena pulled her hair from her face before crossing her arms. Her tongue ran across her teeth as moved her jaw, grumbling from its stiffness. She tilted her head at the news of the other meta and hummed. Lena's feet carried her in the direction of the village before...
"Hey all of you! We should get moving and fast! Grab the injured and our supplies and leave! I'd rather not become swish cheese when they decided to double back," Lena yelled and motioned to the carnage around. Her arms crossing over her chest after she had, the meta woman narrowed her eyes at them.
"Hello. We were called to a meeting but that is all the information we got," Bell tucked her arms behind her back. The sleeves of her robes sliding over her hands, hiding them from veiw. The eldest of the sisters waved for her two younger sisters to move away and to find seats.
"What the hell just happened," Lena sighed and trudged around to collect the supplies she had gathered up. She looked at her surroundings and hummed, "defiantly need to get out of here".
Lena sucked a breath as she forced herself to calm down. She moved closer to the group and looked about them, "so if they are still sending missiles then shouldn't we start moving? Grab the injured and patch 'em up just until we get them somewhere safer".
Lena's scarf slowly uncurled from around her and she wrapped it around her arms once more. She looked around to survey the damage and hummed. Her left hand moved up and ran through her hair, "what are we going to do? Can't stay here and we need move or we can just lie down and die. Both are very...
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