The Silver Queen [AU]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I was coming to find you," she whispers after a bit, pulling back to wipe at her eyes. "I was coming back to Glaley. I-- I heard-- I wanted to make sure you were safe, as soon as I got away I wanted to make sure..."

[Smith Family]

"We're safe here," Jaina says softly. "After the shop was burned down-"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"What?!" 

[Smith Family]

Jaina leans back to look at Cindy. "I- I thought you- isn't that what you- oh, you just mean the riots in... gods, Cindy, I'm so sorry to just blurt... come sit and... and- where's-"

As she looks around, she spots Kyle lugging a crate over to the footstool with one arm, clearly for Cindy to sit on. "Oh Kyle, don't..."

[Coquette Blacquin]

"I'm sorry. I had-- gods. I heard that Glaley had gotten bad, but not much of the specifics. I haven't been anywhere nearby until this week, I've been trying to book passage back to find you. I, I've already promised I'll go get Will to safety, so you needn't worry."

A bleak image is starting to form in her mind: the rioting she'd heard about, the rumors that merchants were pulling the location out of their trade routes, and now a burned-down shop and Kyle's arm being too badly damaged to save... They'll never find stability, will they? They'll be refugees for life, dependant on charity to get them through. no, if Will is alive, he and I can both work to support them. After all, she's not that much better off -- no useful skills other than waitressing, and her husband dead.

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Goodsman Smith," a strong, melodious voice with undertones of silver chimes calls out in gentle rebuke. A glance in Kyle's direction would reveal the speaker- a platinum haired female, strong and tall, with faintly glowing silver-white skin clad in gleaming mithril fullplate. There's a blue tabard of Bastion over the armour, a shield on her back and a longsword on her hip. Moving to him, she reaches down and hefts the crate up. "Where do you need it moved?"

[Smith Family]

"Ah, right this way, Bright Ray," he says, a little abashed. "Wanted something for- oh! Right, Cindy, this is the Ray I was talking about, Lady Lightsong. Bright Ray, this is our daughter Cindy," Kyle says with great pride and joy.

[Coquette Blacquin]

Cindy turns, then, giving a small curtsy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, Ray Lightsong."

[GamesMaster]

"I am pleased to meet you as well," says Vig, bounding up to land in midair nearby. "I am Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous." 

[Haliel Lightsong]

The aasimar smiles warmly. She hesitates a second, then replies in celestial, "I am Beloved Illumination of the Melodic Harmony of Friendship, Blood of Wild Grace and Hallowed Beauty, Beloved of Bastion." Reverting to common, she says, "But Ray Lightsong is fine, if you please. I'm happy to met you both, though... I hadn't realized you had a daughter?" she half-asks, giving the Smiths a curious look.

[Smith Family]

"She, ah, wasn't in Glaley with us. Met her at the Oak, just a bit ago," Kyle explains as the paladin sets the crate down and steps back so Cindy can sit if she likes. 

[GamesMaster]

Oddly enough, Vig's ears go back, his eyes mostly closing in pleasure as he purrs. When she is done, he says in Celestial, "Very well met indeed!" 

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Is that... Sylvan? Oh, sorry, no, it must be Celestial?" ventures Cindy. 

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Yes, my father taught me as child. Of course I had more lessons at Draslina but that was more for the written form. Writing in proper celestial takes a great deal of patience and deftness of the hand," Lightsong replies brightly. "Is Bright's His-paws-are-silent-but-his-growl-is-fierce-in-defense-of-the-righteous your companion then, Goodwoman Cindy?" While the rest of words are in common, but she speaks his name in celestial. Rare for a commoner to have a agathion protector such as he... though based on her muscles and grace, perhaps she is an adventurer? That would explain why she was not with her parents...

[Coquette Blacquin]

"ah, yes, he... Yes." She blushes, just a little.

"I found her, and she was worthy of protection," explains Vig. "I have been helping her return safely to her parents and decide in what direction her life's path shall extend."

"He maybe rescued me," she mumbles, blushing more. "Oh, and he said we can call him Vigile, if the whole thing is too long."

"Quite," he agrees.