A sense of impending doom

Oddly, her back straightened. An edge of defiance settled in her posture at being nannied. Huh. This is what it felt like then? Nairn, Ruth, the majority of her friends had, had it easy now she was experiencing it herself. Meg’s face became thoughtful, gaze falling away from Solana’s to the space in between.

[color=#008e02]“Sylaise has always been neutral. He knows that, but still he harms. To provoke us.”[/color] She had taken some precautions; avoided her old haunts, her contacts in the Coterie and beyond, and appeared as just another Elven refugee fleeing the chaos.

[color=#aaaaaa]I have put us in danger. My apologies, Megara. [/color]
[color=#4cea5e]You and I are of similar minds. We both leap to help. No apology is necessary.[/color]

At her sides, Meg’s hands clenched into tight fists. [color=#008e02]“I know. We know this. But it doesn’t mean we can’t stand idle while others suffer, either. How about this then? We help in a clinic. I’m not wandering the open city and I’m still able to help them, for a time.” [/color]Still, she would try to sway her elder into a compromise. [color=#008e02]“We’d still have to pass it on the way to the Eluvian, so… it’s on the way?” [/color]