The bermuda cluster

As much as he had originally arrived here to assist Megara, and perhaps even simply spend time around her, in which June would not whine about being allowed control over his own literal form to speak to his vhenan. Alaric's arrival had changed those plans, at least somewhat, he couldn't be in the city purely for sightseeing. Sure many of their people took however much time they needed for something, some centuries even. But his dear friend had never as much as he could recall, been one for twiddling his thumbs when there was something to be done. So that prevalent question remained. Why?

After a while, that wonder was answered. A small nod of his head as Alaric spoke of his sister Daphine, he remembered the young girl fondly. Always curious, always bright and hopeful, that she had seemingly slept and was alive was another positive sign. Another notch of tension released, perhaps he had not totally failed his kingdom after all. If some had indeed survived, even after Elgar'nan's horrific methods. It was something worth looking into certainly, if he could help his friend find her. That would be another who remembered him back then, rather then the deeds he had committed since then.

I remember yes, she used to ask me endless questions and Mother was always worried she'd find things out that she shouldn't. If I recall, she used to play a lot with Ivuna... before things ended. A memory stirred of such a sight, a name and figure he dared not to think on too often. The last memory naught but screams, but the joy of seeing them together, of remembering how things used to be was enough for the moment. Until Ruth had to insist that there was something more going on. A sigh pulled from him, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. Believe whatever you like, Rut’theran, that is all we have ever been.