Lyonette de Marquin registered this fact with better acceptance.
Lyonette du Marquin registered this fact with bitter acceptance.
She lay in the snow and knew it.
keep walking,
but she was too tired and cold.
But the biting,
but she was too tired.
The biting,
painful cold had stopped a while ago,
a scion of the Marquin house,
one of the Hundred Families of Terrandria,
one of the Hundred Families of Terandria,
Sixth Princess in line to the Eternal Throne of Calanfer.
Lyon curled up into a ball of pain and then felt something touching her.
She jerked and flaied at it feebly,
She jerked and flailed at it feebly,
but then—warmth.
She just knew she was being saved,
and like a life wrecked survivor,
and like a ship-wrecked survivor,
she clung to hope.
It wasn’t the first time Lyon had seen the skeleton.
Erin had seen him come in earlier—from where?
And introduced him,
but each time Lyon saw him she screamed.
Loudly.
It was almost funny,
Erin and Ceria were discussing the problem with the Gnolls—and Ceria was adamant that there would be one—when Lyonette stood up.
She left her clean plate and nearly arranged silverware on the table and stared at Erin,
She left her clean plate and neatly arranged silverware on the table and stared at Erin,
ignoring Ceria completely.
But Erin had been stared at by dead Goblins,
Antinium Queens,
an Antinium Queen,
and angry Drakes capable of ripping her head off.
screaming,
and tryied to flee.
and tried to flee.
Eventually,
Toren corned her and the girl huddled in a corner,
Toren cornered her and the girl huddled in a corner,
shrieking and cursing at him until she calmed down.
“I am a warrior of the Silverfang Tribe.
I have come here with my brethered,
I have come here with my brethren,
yes?
and safeguard my people here.
And that included protecting our honor.
And that includes protecting our honor.
Walk softly,
that’s bad.
But I don’t see any injures.
But I don’t see any injuries.
Where did he hit you?”
The skeleton.
stared at Lyon.
The skeletonstared at Lyon.
She stared back at him,
“You can’t hit me.
I heard you mistress say it.”
I heard your mistress say it.”
After the one hundred and fifty-eighth time,
Lyon stopped screaming and trying to hit Toren and gave up and did when he wanted.
Lyon stopped screaming and trying to hit Toren and gave up and did what he wanted.
It wasn’t as satisfying as hitting,
she actually sort of resembled Lyon,
although Lyon’s hair was fair red and Yvlon had about a head of height on her and muscle and…
although Lyon’s hair was red and Yvlon had about a head of height on her and muscle and…
Yvlon’s manners matched her good nature.
She shook Erin’s hand in her bed after Ceria introduced her,
She shook Erin’s hand after Ceria introduced her,
smiling.
“Yvlon Byres.
An honor to meet you,
An honor to meet you again,
Miss Erin.”
Not all of it;
and in truth it wasn’t as if she’s lost her nose or anything like that.
and in truth it wasn’t as if she’d lost her nose or anything like that.
It was just—noticeable,
I won’t.
If they’re deaths mean anything,
If their deaths mean anything,
it’s that I should keep on living.
about less important things.
Erin had to describe her inn to Yvlon a few times and Ceria had to back her up before Yvlon would believe all the crazy things that had happened to Erin.
Erin had to tell a few stories to Yvlon of what had happened since she’d last been here and Ceria had to back her up before Yvlon would believe all the crazy things that had happened to Erin.