#Kefriah Seyforth

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11th of the Phoenix, 1335 AE

There was nothing there.

Nothing of substance to be garnered from Eul’s evasive pleasantries, nothing to be learned by anything else at present, and most certainly - nothing on the balcony, despite Jia seeming so sure that something would be. We’re back to grasping at straws, and quite frankly, this feels like we have less to go off on that what we’ve left Tyria with.

The pieces... they don’t mesh together at all, why would the old man not want our support? Aunt Kef did illustrate that he was... reclusive, at best, and that his reply to her offer was a mere polite acknowledgement - and yet, should one truly reject a source of aid so readily offered? Especially when the lives of his Household and family members are quite apparently on the line?

It’s unsettling to consider, infuriating, really, as if something is right there, impossibly dodging out of the corner of your eye, a small mental nudge away from a fully fledged conclusion. 

I suppose we may depart to Shing Jea next? Jia’s badgering did manage to secure a vouch that we’ll be permitted to research the family Estates. There was supposed to be an Uptown apartment in Kaineng, as well as a Vacation Home by the Jade Sea... how wonderfully bizarre penning these names here, as destinations I may soon visit.

It’s a pity Drae was as tied down with his work as ever, getting through impossible stubbornness was ever his gift... we might have surfaced from our encounter with different results then, not defeated - victorious! 

Well, maybe.

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The bed of clouds unfurled, allowing a glimpse of the graceful bend of the Talon’s hull, and further down bellow - a boundless blue, darkness folded in its furrows, reaching out to the horizon... it was well named. And yet, the Unending Ocean was endless no more... and there was she, going South, more South than she’d ever been. 

She thought of Truls, the serious line of his small mouth as he pondered her replies to his many queries, and Eira’s brown eyes, sparkling with joy as she romped around astride on her stuffed raptor.

And when these agonizing musings overstayed their welcome, she thought of her companions instead. Thinking of how it didn’t always bode well - bringing others along. She had blundered in the past.

“Don’t forget your circumstances. Don’t forget your friends.”

Perhaps - if her aunt had lined some mercenary pockets instead - that would have been easier, simpler, there won’t have been too many questions asked and soon enough, probably, the parties would have parted ways over some petty yet inevitable disagreements. 

But these... these were Mandel, and Cervato, Solveig and Penelope. Old friends, old antics. 

And before them - the path to a land shrouded in myth and danger.

This time she will have to do better.

She will have to bring them back.

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