11-20-2017, 08:44 PM
This Michael another one of you?
"Euthanatoi." She corrects, her mouth unable to quite mask the amusement at his game of association. If she were another kind of Verbena (hell, if this conversation had been with her own Mentor) Ned's assumptions by this point might have landed him in far worse condition than the fleeting birth pains she'd thrown his way earlier. "Chakravanti," she uses the old name for the keepers of the Wheel, too, her eyes ticking over the Orphan's face for a moment. She seems on the brink of saying more, but: William's breathing becomes shallow.
She can feel his shoulders tightening where he lays and Kiara's response is instinctive, her hand slides down to rest over his heart; the other pushes the hair back from his brow. She bends forward. Listens.
William's heart stops. She furrows her brow. "Come on, kid." An undertone. A demand. "You can do better than that. Come on," she urges and after a beat: a breath. She glances at the man across from her. "He's with him now. All we can do is - " Thunk. "-wait."
Kiara's eyes shift to the stairs, she presses her fingers against the bridge of her nose.
"Euthanatoi." She corrects, her mouth unable to quite mask the amusement at his game of association. If she were another kind of Verbena (hell, if this conversation had been with her own Mentor) Ned's assumptions by this point might have landed him in far worse condition than the fleeting birth pains she'd thrown his way earlier. "Chakravanti," she uses the old name for the keepers of the Wheel, too, her eyes ticking over the Orphan's face for a moment. She seems on the brink of saying more, but: William's breathing becomes shallow.
She can feel his shoulders tightening where he lays and Kiara's response is instinctive, her hand slides down to rest over his heart; the other pushes the hair back from his brow. She bends forward. Listens.
William's heart stops. She furrows her brow. "Come on, kid." An undertone. A demand. "You can do better than that. Come on," she urges and after a beat: a breath. She glances at the man across from her. "He's with him now. All we can do is - " Thunk. "-wait."
Kiara's eyes shift to the stairs, she presses her fingers against the bridge of her nose.