“Even monsters have a handful of things and memories from which they seek comfort.”
Her leg burned, the scab refusing to quite scab over. Her thigh was an aching mass of pain that she was certain stemmed from the herb paste on it to burn away infection and the stitched cut across her stomach made breathing painful. Even wearing full makeup and long-sleeved robes that went from her neck to her ankles she couldn’t hide the bad limp that came with the pain. The dagger hadn’t hit the bone but had slide into flesh. The back alley mender in Murder’s row had seen worse and asked her no questions when she had called. Quietly tended the wound and took coin for his silence before leaving.
So she floated everywhere on the disc. Just small enough to fit on her rear it was a perfect cover. A flippant attitude and sarcasm deflected questions about why she was floating around. Enchanting work could be done at home- she had back-up scrolls planned to use. It didn’t make the day any better to come back to her Magister and lie through her teeth again. But no more murders had occurred. There was countless more hours to be spent but she was certain nothing would lead back to a destroyed building slowly being covered by the encroaching woods.
‘I can get you a new body.’ She had told Alexander as if it was not problem. And now, it looked as if nothing was wrong. Perfect. It was still a few weeks before they returned. Enough time to try and tweak the corpse more to fit what she wanted. Her sister hadn’t contacted her in weeks- almost two months by now. She wasn’t certain if she ever would do so frequently again. But, Windsong had consoled herself with the thought that she didn’t need anyone to be her other half. It almost felt like she wasn’t lying to herself, burying the truth beneath the lies.
Maybe her twin would never contact her again and the relationship they had shared was dead with no chance of getting it back again. Windsong had been sad, but only very briefly. With Alexander’s new body safely in stasis it was back to the normal schedule. She decided to head to the training yard to hover next to Thallus as he oversaw initiates. It gave her time to organize her thoughts as she hovered, enjoying some form of company, even if her own company was unwanted.
“Thallus,” She tugged out a teacup from her bag. A dainty teacup covered in stars that she had bought from a local coffee shop. “I brought you a small coffee this week. Look at the cute ceramic cup- it has stars.”
“…that it does.”
“It’s cute. If you go to the coffee shop they even have teapot like it. DId you want it?” She offered the teacup with her right hand. Her good side, less hindered by the pain from her hip. Though her movements were still a bit slow.
“Sure.” He held the teacup in his hands. It was almost ridiculous to see it as he continued to work. The large blood knight with the resting bitch face holding a dainty star covered teacup. Not the worst day but when she left she was far more cheered up at the sight of Thallus holding the teacup.
A good day.
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