Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2023 21:06:47 GMT -5
Ber looked at Regan and then Othello as they each addressed him and nodded, willing himself to feel as confident as both of them did. Intellectually, he knew that out if anyone who could arrest Isolde, a witch-werewolf and a Gifted man would top the list - though Winters’ weird little portal ability could also have been helpful - but memories of an uncontrolled flight ending in a bone-bruising impact still crept into the corners of his consciousness. When it came down to it, what was the difference between Berengar Stormcrest and Wilson Barr other than a little luck?
He glanced at Woodwick. The captain, however, seemed as unbothered by the possibility of violent resistance as the Huntsman and the Champion. Maybe— Maybe everything would be fine then. The other three had all seen more and done more of this kind of thing than Ber had, so they would know, right? If Isolde had attacked her own people, then maybe she wasn’t as popular as he feared, and - the soldier skipped right over whatever unstoppable team Othello thought he and Woodwick formed because no - wait, there was a “me” in team? The thought drew Ber up short, and confusion jolted him from his concern as he cast a glance at the Gifted man.
Was “team” really spelled T - E - A - M - E?
Woodwick started asking about the meeting that the messenger soldier had announced at yesterday’s dinner. The revelation that the captain had neither recognized the other Nevermerean nor apparently knew anything about the gathering caught Ber’s interest once more. When Othello had called Nevermere a kingdom built on secrets, the soldier hadn’t had any idea how true the words evidently were, but now…
Now, apparently, Ber had an answer to one of the captain’s questions. “One of the older Cambrian’s talked to me.” Unbidden, the words tumbled from his mouth of their own accord, prompted by the sudden memory of a dead mountain goat and surprisingly enjoyable tea. He turned to Woodwick. “Her name is Grissa, and she said that she sent a letter about Isolde to Captain Commander Usher.” A brief, somewhat mystified shrug accompanied his words. Who knew if the claim was true? “But she told me that Isolde killed her daughter, Kore.” He glanced toward Regan. “Is that what you meant, about attacking her own people?” Though he’d possibly answered the question, Ber thought it worth recounting what Grissa had told him earlier. “Grissa also said that everyone thinks that Kore died naturally and that their goddess - the All-Mother? - made Isolde the Priestess, so it doesn’t sound like they know what she did to Kore.”