Post by Regan Lassiter on Apr 3, 2023 11:32:28 GMT -5
[ For @alys and Cassian Rainecourt ]
Regan would get there first. She made sure of it.
It was the third night since her return to Nevermere and, more notably, the fourth night since the catastrophe at the ball. Since her return, Regan had discovered some things. First, the military’s morale had been turned upside down. The buoyant jubilation of the parade had been replaced by fear and suspicion, the complacency none of them had even known was there ripped away like a warm blanket to leave the exposed to the harsh reality that they weren’t as ready as they thought.
Second, the secret that she, Cassian, and Alys shared had poked its nose out of its hiding place. Regan learned about Alys’s transformation from a pair of gossiping soldiers, which only made the revelation hit harder than it might have otherwise. Her inclination had been to storm into Cassian’s office, but Regan had already punched that card recently. Even with the weight of the full moon bearing down on them, Regan knew better than to push her luck too far.
So, Regan waited. She sought neither Cassian nor Alys out, stewing during sleepless nights and seeking outlets for her fury that burned like a well-attended fire.
When the sun finally sank below the horizon, Regan stalked down the hall to Cassian’s office. She was admitted without question and with the assurance that the king and Lady Delaney would be along shortly. The room was empty. Regan took a flask out of her uniform jacket and emptied it of its remaining contents. The huntsman, seasoned drinker and arguably alcoholic, spluttered before stashing the flask in Cassian’s desk drawer.
Then, Regan leaned up against the wall facing the door, arms crossed and eyes flickering with light and dark like catching coal. She'd wait without so much as moving a muscle, gaze not leaving its fixed spot.
Alys will go next, followed by Regan. The two will exchange until Cassian arrives (which can be at any point you choose, El). @alys