BLESSED BY A BITCH FROM A BASTARD SEED
pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed
Word of the hunt spread quickly through the desert, like wildfire through a dry forest. Word of Solis’ appearance in Solterra spread even more quickly, if that were possible, and Teiran knew of both well before the morning despite the fact that she had not been present at the initial gathering. There was too much to do for her to be standing around waiting for some divine intervention, and yet that is exactly what came. No doubt the citizens of the Day Court would do whatever their god told them to do if it meant the end of this infernal weather. Teiran, even, felt a dull skip of anticipation in her stomach as she walked through the streets. Her eyes were sharp and cold like the edge of a knife when they found him, settling on the inexhaustible golden shine of his skin, brilliant even in the early morning. Ah, there was no mistaking Solis.pleasure to meet you, prepare to bleed
The warrior approached with stiff, mechanical steps, as though the chill had settled in her bones. She walked with a robot’s gait, which is nothing more than what she was. Her gaze snapped around the crowd, taking in faces in the matter of moments. Of them all she was not familiar, though there were still a few. Seraphina, of course, her queen, there as always with her smoke silver skin and their matching war collars. Another, smaller, but if Teiran’s eyes knew the softening touch of affection they might have done just so at the sight of Bexley’s daughter. Youth, somehow, always managed to crawl up inside the cracks of her and settle in without meaning to. Her eyes wandered on without lingering for too long, but the feeling did, aching, just out of reach.
When she spied Mathias there, still managing to be alive which she could probably give him some credit for, she couldn’t help but notice the proximity to him and Solis and she wondered if he’d taken to the god. Very few, she imagined, have taken to Solis well or quickly. Then she remembered how she practically dragged him out of the snow filled desert, lost as he was and practically asking for death and she decided that him going on this hunt was a very bad idea. If there was anyone here so far who needed to be watched it would be him. Solis help them.
At length her sage green eyes ventured over to Solis, who had, evidently, almost less to say than herself. No rousing speech to get everyone in the mood for murder? No, she supposed not. Solterrans did after all have a reputation to uphold. Only Seraphina spoke, and Teiran thought that if any could question him it would be her. It wasn’t a terrible question, though the rose hued woman had only considered putting a dagger through its neck. Or their necks. Really, was this going to be a one on one situation or was one side going to be horribly outnumbered? Not that Teiran was concerned. What reason did she have to be? She’d been forged in fire for a fight, like the blades and spears they would wield into this hunt.
