The clerk looked nervous. He fidgeted, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He tried trying to avoid looking at the pale, elvish woman before him. Around him, what passed for the practice of law and justice in Rhydin continued, oblivious to his discomfort. ?Uh, the Records Department . . .?? He cleared his throat self-importantly. ?Yes, ma?am. It was, um, mostly destroyed when the Old Courthouse burned up.?
?Mostly??
The clerk?s smugly patronizing response was lost as a workman loudly berated his underling for hanging a portrait of Governor Helston off-center. The elvish woman stood there, smiling slightly as she waited for the din to diminish. In a moment of quiet in the bustling courthouse, she leaned forward, placed one hand upon the clerk?s arm, and gently asked the clerk to repeat himself.
?Um. Yes, but-? He cleared his throat again, glancing down at the fingertips that gripped his arm. In a surge of anxiety, he realized she had sharp golden talons instead of fingernails, something he associated more with demonkind than elves. The talons gleamed wetly. He squared his shoulders self-importantly, reassured by the presence of private guards wearing the uniform of the Rhy?din Watch. ?-But we?ve been asked not to discuss anything related to the incident. There could be repercussions, Lady Skye.?
?There could be, indeed,? Alysia agreed. She stared at him. She withdrew her hand from the clerk?s arm, lazily tracing a sigil upon the back of his hand. For a shocked moment, he thought she was caressing him, then he drew back as her talon scratched and stung his flesh. ?Serious repercussions,? she added.
The clerk flinched, feeling a sharp, electric pain in his hand that lanced up his arm and burned toward the center of his chest with each throb of his pulse. As he cradled his hand, his ears started ringing and his eyes bulged slightly. The edges of the tiny scratch split, opened up, and lengthened, welling thick, black blood.
?You-? he began.
?Oh, how clumsy of me!? she exclaimed softly. ?Many years ago, an alchemist adopted into my family developed what we called the Skye Venom. It?s a very potent poison that is now latent in the bloodline. I forget about it at the most inopportune moments. Now. I was looking for the Records Department. I doubt the entire archive was destroyed. Perhaps you had something more to tell me??
?Mostly??
The clerk?s smugly patronizing response was lost as a workman loudly berated his underling for hanging a portrait of Governor Helston off-center. The elvish woman stood there, smiling slightly as she waited for the din to diminish. In a moment of quiet in the bustling courthouse, she leaned forward, placed one hand upon the clerk?s arm, and gently asked the clerk to repeat himself.
?Um. Yes, but-? He cleared his throat again, glancing down at the fingertips that gripped his arm. In a surge of anxiety, he realized she had sharp golden talons instead of fingernails, something he associated more with demonkind than elves. The talons gleamed wetly. He squared his shoulders self-importantly, reassured by the presence of private guards wearing the uniform of the Rhy?din Watch. ?-But we?ve been asked not to discuss anything related to the incident. There could be repercussions, Lady Skye.?
?There could be, indeed,? Alysia agreed. She stared at him. She withdrew her hand from the clerk?s arm, lazily tracing a sigil upon the back of his hand. For a shocked moment, he thought she was caressing him, then he drew back as her talon scratched and stung his flesh. ?Serious repercussions,? she added.
The clerk flinched, feeling a sharp, electric pain in his hand that lanced up his arm and burned toward the center of his chest with each throb of his pulse. As he cradled his hand, his ears started ringing and his eyes bulged slightly. The edges of the tiny scratch split, opened up, and lengthened, welling thick, black blood.
?You-? he began.
?Oh, how clumsy of me!? she exclaimed softly. ?Many years ago, an alchemist adopted into my family developed what we called the Skye Venom. It?s a very potent poison that is now latent in the bloodline. I forget about it at the most inopportune moments. Now. I was looking for the Records Department. I doubt the entire archive was destroyed. Perhaps you had something more to tell me??