The Silver Queen [AU]

[Coquette Blacquin]

"Melissa Smith, of Glaley. Dark brown hair, dark eyes, freckles, a mole on her left shoulder. She was sold five years back."

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran frowns slightly. "That is not... too long to... hope. We should have Helene scry- you said her parents are here? With their blood... not as good as her own blood but both parents are a good second."

[Coquette Blacquin]

She nods. "They'd appreciate it. Even just having closure, they-- we..."

[GamesMaster]

"There is always hope," says Vig quietly. "Slavery is a vile thing, but many do survive it."

[Tethras Clan]

"Quite so," Zevran murmurs, nodding at Vigile with shared suffering. "...did you happen to see Isabela while you were out?"

[Coquette Blacquin]

"No," she says, swallowing. 

[Carver Amell]

"You think she'd object?" asks Carver, raising an eyebrow. "Bela's mercenary but she's not heartless."

[Tethras Clan]

"No, but she is rather practical minded. She won't set the Siren on a course against a hurricane," Zevran says with a shrug. "And she is the Captain. Rude to decide something this big without her," he adds lightly.

[Carver Amell]

"Where is she, I wonder?" asks Carver, frowning. 

[Tethras Clan]

Sighing, Zevran murmurs, "distracting herself." Running.

[Carver Amell]

Carver narrows his eyes, a little hurt. I thought we were her favorite distraction.

[Isabela]

Isabela doesn't come back until late; she's wearing an outfit Zevan's never seen, her hair braided back in intricate braids, a colorful skirt brushing her ankles, her top tied to show her new blue belly button ring with silver chains hooked to it. She seems preoccupied as she lets herself into the study adjacent to her quarters -- a great place to change before bed if she doesn't want to wake up her sleeping partner.

In one hand is an envelope bearing an official-looking seal. On the desk are several pieces of parchment , tucked under a slim volume -- Zevran's respected her privacy thus far, but showing up looking like someone totally different? This is a bit worse than he'd thought.

[Tethras Clan]

"Painting the town sapphire?" Zevran asks softly from the doorway. He'd readied himself for bed, wearing only a pair of thin linen trousers. Not that he'd really had much hope of-  or desire to-  sleepp... 

[Isabela]

"Surprised you're still up." Her voice sounds a bit off -- she been crying? Or practicing a new accent? She slips the envelope into a desk drawer neatly, shutting it. "Head on in, I'm going to make some cocoa before bed." 

[Tethras Clan]

"I'd like to talk," Zevran says, deciding to just speak plainly. "I'm worried about you."