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Light Black #2 [Starfall]
Name: Routine Enquiries
Story: Starfall
Colors: Light Black #2 (seek)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 821
Rating: G
Warnings:
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Leion Valerno, Marran Delver. A follow up to Victim of Fate.
Summary: Leion investigates.
Leion walked into the infirmary ward. Sparse and painted in a cold shade of pale grey, it smelt of something stringent masked by lemon and was currently empty but for one occupied bed by the window. He strode over. "Hello, again."
"Oh," said Marran Delver and looked up, framed in the warm afternoon light. "Imai Valerno."
"Looking better than last time we met."
Delver grimaced. "Maybe, but they won't let me up yet. I wish you'd let me walk back—they might not have noticed."
"I accept your grateful thanks for saving your life. No need to gush—you'll embarrass me if you go on like that." Leion grinned. He pulled a chair over and turned it to an angle that suited him before sitting in it.
Delver shifted his gaze. "Yes. Sorry. It's just—they're going off to Tamah without me now. My regiment, that is."
"Hard luck," said Leion, "but presumably stuck in Portcallan for the odd week or two longer isn't a fate worse than death or permanent brain damage. Although, as to the latter—would you notice, I wonder?"
The young solider gave a short laugh, and then winced.
"Sorry," Leion murmured. He straightened in the chair. It squeaked in protest as the leg scraped against the well-scrubbed stone floor. "I wanted to ask you if you remembered any more about what happened."
Delver moved as if to shake his head, then thought better of it, and said, "No. Imai Eseray said somebody hit me—some drunk hating on the Rosfallen uniform." He touched his head gingerly. "It does feel about right. And you know how it is with people like that, I suppose."
"I do," agreed Leion. "And I'm sure she was right. By the way, what was your errand that day?"
"That's not your business."
"I'm here in an official capacity—of sorts," said Leion. "Sorry. I should have explained. I work as an agent of enquiry, sometimes for the High Council, if they ask nicely enough. And since there have been some odd incidents lately, all involving North Easterners that I'm helping with, I felt obliged to ask you a few questions. You are from North Eastern, too."
Delver's face darkened. "That doesn't mean -"
"No," said Leion. "Of course not. But, while I doubt your little adventure has any connection, I'd like to know what you were doing outside the fort that day."
"I had a document to take to Colonel Barra. No, sorry—I mean Imai Barra. I keep forgetting."
Leion leaned forward. "Were you attacked on the way, or on the way back?"
"After," said Delver. "I couldn't have just gone back to the fort otherwise, could I?"
"I was forgetting to take your lack of common sense into the equation. Do forgive me."
Delver's mouth quirked upwards. "Well, I had delivered it, so it doesn't matter."
"Did Barra give you anything in reply? Was there anything unusual about your meeting?"
"No, nothing. He was pretty kind to me, actually, but then he always was. I don't think there was anything else. It does start to get a bit fuzzy after that—it was raining when I came out of his place—one of my boots was letting in the water. And then—I don't really know until we were all at the inn and people were making a fuss." He coloured. "That is, you and Imai Eseray were helping me."
Leion nodded.
"I'm sorry," said Delver. "I don't remember much else, not properly."
"That's to be expected, I'm told," said Leion. "Don't try any more. It doesn't matter. The proprietor of the inn has identified the man Imai Eseray saw, and the Guardians have been informed."
"I am sorry."
"Not at all. Thank you for your patience. I shall remove myself and leave you to wallow in self-pity at your abandonment here as much as you wish."
Delver raised his head. "I—I wasn't."
"I wouldn't blame you if you were," said Leion. "More to the point, I'm a terrible hospital visitor. I didn't even think to bring you anything. Is there something you'd like? I'd be happy to see to it."
"I'm all right. But thank you."
Leion gave a nod, and then rose. "All the best for your recovery."
Leion headed away down the corridor, frowning. There probably wasn't anything in the incident - it was typical of the sort of anti-Rosfallen feeling the assassination attempt had thrown up of late. The only thing that gave him pause was the mention of Eollan Barra. He ought, really, to go and ask him some questions, too. Leion bit back amusement. Oh, Barra would love having him turn up at the door, wouldn't he? He'd probably get thumped for his pains.
No point in it, he thought, but the loose end niggled away in his mind.
No point—decidedly unwise—but he was almost certainly going to do it anyway.
Story: Starfall
Colors: Light Black #2 (seek)
Supplies and Styles:
Word Count: 821
Rating: G
Warnings:
Notes: 1313, Portcallan; Leion Valerno, Marran Delver. A follow up to Victim of Fate.
Summary: Leion investigates.
Leion walked into the infirmary ward. Sparse and painted in a cold shade of pale grey, it smelt of something stringent masked by lemon and was currently empty but for one occupied bed by the window. He strode over. "Hello, again."
"Oh," said Marran Delver and looked up, framed in the warm afternoon light. "Imai Valerno."
"Looking better than last time we met."
Delver grimaced. "Maybe, but they won't let me up yet. I wish you'd let me walk back—they might not have noticed."
"I accept your grateful thanks for saving your life. No need to gush—you'll embarrass me if you go on like that." Leion grinned. He pulled a chair over and turned it to an angle that suited him before sitting in it.
Delver shifted his gaze. "Yes. Sorry. It's just—they're going off to Tamah without me now. My regiment, that is."
"Hard luck," said Leion, "but presumably stuck in Portcallan for the odd week or two longer isn't a fate worse than death or permanent brain damage. Although, as to the latter—would you notice, I wonder?"
The young solider gave a short laugh, and then winced.
"Sorry," Leion murmured. He straightened in the chair. It squeaked in protest as the leg scraped against the well-scrubbed stone floor. "I wanted to ask you if you remembered any more about what happened."
Delver moved as if to shake his head, then thought better of it, and said, "No. Imai Eseray said somebody hit me—some drunk hating on the Rosfallen uniform." He touched his head gingerly. "It does feel about right. And you know how it is with people like that, I suppose."
"I do," agreed Leion. "And I'm sure she was right. By the way, what was your errand that day?"
"That's not your business."
"I'm here in an official capacity—of sorts," said Leion. "Sorry. I should have explained. I work as an agent of enquiry, sometimes for the High Council, if they ask nicely enough. And since there have been some odd incidents lately, all involving North Easterners that I'm helping with, I felt obliged to ask you a few questions. You are from North Eastern, too."
Delver's face darkened. "That doesn't mean -"
"No," said Leion. "Of course not. But, while I doubt your little adventure has any connection, I'd like to know what you were doing outside the fort that day."
"I had a document to take to Colonel Barra. No, sorry—I mean Imai Barra. I keep forgetting."
Leion leaned forward. "Were you attacked on the way, or on the way back?"
"After," said Delver. "I couldn't have just gone back to the fort otherwise, could I?"
"I was forgetting to take your lack of common sense into the equation. Do forgive me."
Delver's mouth quirked upwards. "Well, I had delivered it, so it doesn't matter."
"Did Barra give you anything in reply? Was there anything unusual about your meeting?"
"No, nothing. He was pretty kind to me, actually, but then he always was. I don't think there was anything else. It does start to get a bit fuzzy after that—it was raining when I came out of his place—one of my boots was letting in the water. And then—I don't really know until we were all at the inn and people were making a fuss." He coloured. "That is, you and Imai Eseray were helping me."
Leion nodded.
"I'm sorry," said Delver. "I don't remember much else, not properly."
"That's to be expected, I'm told," said Leion. "Don't try any more. It doesn't matter. The proprietor of the inn has identified the man Imai Eseray saw, and the Guardians have been informed."
"I am sorry."
"Not at all. Thank you for your patience. I shall remove myself and leave you to wallow in self-pity at your abandonment here as much as you wish."
Delver raised his head. "I—I wasn't."
"I wouldn't blame you if you were," said Leion. "More to the point, I'm a terrible hospital visitor. I didn't even think to bring you anything. Is there something you'd like? I'd be happy to see to it."
"I'm all right. But thank you."
Leion gave a nod, and then rose. "All the best for your recovery."
Leion headed away down the corridor, frowning. There probably wasn't anything in the incident - it was typical of the sort of anti-Rosfallen feeling the assassination attempt had thrown up of late. The only thing that gave him pause was the mention of Eollan Barra. He ought, really, to go and ask him some questions, too. Leion bit back amusement. Oh, Barra would love having him turn up at the door, wouldn't he? He'd probably get thumped for his pains.
No point in it, he thought, but the loose end niggled away in his mind.
No point—decidedly unwise—but he was almost certainly going to do it anyway.
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No point—decidedly unwise—but he was almost certainly going to do it anyway.
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