Do me a favor hmm?
Anything for you.
It was a promise asked.
Keep an eye out on Chry? She's been acting... odd.
Of course.
And a promise made.
The midmorning sun was already warming the day and cast an upbeat hue to the surroundings. The lone man walked with his eyes trained forward, taking little note of building and landscape alike. He walked humming a quiet tune to himself, his hands kept in his pockets. He walked alone with his thoughts, seeing none that passed him.
Instead he saw familiar faces of those close to him. The faces of those he loved and cared for. He saw the expressions in their eyes. He heard the tone in their voices. Some brought a hint of a smile to the man. Some etched his brow into a furrow. At the memory of one, he brushed his finger across the scar nestled in the middle of his palm.
Chryrie is a Healer, Lucien. I would like you to speak with her, she had asked him. Another promise he made.
The quiet melody he hummed never silenced until he reached his destination. He stood at Chryrie's door, recent memories fresh in his mind.
Odd in what manner? he'd asked Kitty.
Random emotional outbursts. Most of them being her unusually..
A calloused hand rose from his pocket, running over his jaw where he'd be struck. He could still see the sparks flaring off her fingers.
....snippy, Kitty had replied.
A fist rapped firmly on the door. It was time he make good on his promises.
Anything for you.
It was a promise asked.
Keep an eye out on Chry? She's been acting... odd.
Of course.
And a promise made.
The midmorning sun was already warming the day and cast an upbeat hue to the surroundings. The lone man walked with his eyes trained forward, taking little note of building and landscape alike. He walked humming a quiet tune to himself, his hands kept in his pockets. He walked alone with his thoughts, seeing none that passed him.
Instead he saw familiar faces of those close to him. The faces of those he loved and cared for. He saw the expressions in their eyes. He heard the tone in their voices. Some brought a hint of a smile to the man. Some etched his brow into a furrow. At the memory of one, he brushed his finger across the scar nestled in the middle of his palm.
Chryrie is a Healer, Lucien. I would like you to speak with her, she had asked him. Another promise he made.
The quiet melody he hummed never silenced until he reached his destination. He stood at Chryrie's door, recent memories fresh in his mind.
Odd in what manner? he'd asked Kitty.
Random emotional outbursts. Most of them being her unusually..
A calloused hand rose from his pocket, running over his jaw where he'd be struck. He could still see the sparks flaring off her fingers.
....snippy, Kitty had replied.
A fist rapped firmly on the door. It was time he make good on his promises.