/ i like the idea that Kaylie is like. weirdly tall for a gnome. cause Scanlan is shorter than Pike but Pike is shorter than Kaylie. so she's taller than both of them.
she takes a sip of her drink . it burns on the way down .
" you're - you're the daughter , seen you ? "
not spoken with a judgemental tone . if anything , it's strangely casual β like she's almost certain but not sure .
she guessed as much when she sees the slightest hint of a glance . given recent events , she supposes the sorcerer would want a word β she slides from stool to stool until she's beside her .
having returned to Whitestone , exhausted and with her father in tow β and she's in the first bar she can find . hopping atop a stool and ordering . . . spotting @briarwoodcursed along the bar . she swears she recognises her . . .
as they descend through the area , Kaylie's fingers wrap around the shortsword on her hilt . she's definitely very on edge -- has no idea if this is a real or not .
however , her guard completely drops when she sees her father in the cage . he looks awful , and from Β»
where she's stood she can't even tell if he's still breathing .
tears brim in her eyes , and hearing Delilah speak only replaces her grief with rage .
" don't ! " she hears the doors slam , and now she knows subconsciously there's no escape . but she doesn't care , not Β»
she looks back to him , and boy does she recognise that look . she's seen it more often than she expected to st the Chateau .
" huh . aren't you a rebel ? " she teases . she's not truly scared of these Marshalls . maybe she would be , if she was was in a better Β»
her jaw clenches in frustration . she's right . the sword is quickly sheathed , and she is following the sorcerer inside . her guard all the way up .
" . . . what's the - the catch here ? "
she's quick to hop down from the hand as she nears , stumbling a bit in her approach . sliding her shortsword from her belt and aiming it up at Delilah .
" where - ! where is he ! "
" a -- that can't be true , "
she scoffs . purple energy drifts off of her hand , the unnaturally cold feeling not leaving until she shakes her hand in the air and the flecks of energy float off . she grimaces at it .
she looks up at him . clearly , she's in a miserable Β»
she's giving her strange new purple-y powers a go . shooting a blast at a wall . there's an uncomfortable coolness that runs down her arm , and - she jumps , upon hearing footsteps behind her ; @wakeup_d3adm4n .
where are you .
Kaylie , dear , I hear you're looking for something . . . something I might have @abardsresent
