and every stone and every step I won't recall. Who: Cyclone Kapur & Quenten Delacreaux What: A convalescent Cy gets back to the normal state of affairs, i.e. helping one of her wayward little charges. Where: The clinic. When: Friday afternoon. Rating: lol G??? Status: Complete!
She had to stop Cormac from noticing exactly who had come over for magick practice. So fifteen minutes before Quen was even due to arrive, Cy had set up shop on the front stoop (figuratively, not literally), dragging out a chair to the front of the clinic where she could sprawl in the sunshine, drinking in the heat from every pore. It reminded her of home, a little. Valendia was too far north, its sun too pale and not as blisteringly warm as in Ordalia, but it was close enough in Leo.
And she was still installed there when Quen arrived, escorted by a polite attendant from the Tower, who soon melted back into the city crowds as soon as Cy hollered and waved with one arm. (The sling had been removed from the other arm, but it was still in a cast – a simple one now, at least, just a simple bracing of the bone.)
"Welcome to our humble abode," she said, the greeting more a way to announce her presence to Quen than anything else.