CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
In retrospect, maybe it hadn't been a good day to take her sister out shopping. But the weather had been cooling, the days soon to grow shorter, and Cressida wanted to take advantage of the time they had left before the city grew cold. Her desires had been valid, surely, and Tlisa had no qualms with any of it.
When the explosion echoed through the street, the archer froze, hand immediately flying to her sister's. Something was wrong, something had happened. Before anyone in the shop could move, she gripped those fingers, leaning in to press a kiss to Tlisa's forehead. "Stay here", she whispered, dashing out of the store with the full expectation that her sister would remain (and she did).
"What happened?" were Cressida's first words when she reached a familiar face in the crowd, a neighbor from her street. Even she wasn't aware of the details, the most important fact being: the tavern was burning. Upon being informed that apparently not all the patrons made it out, she swallowed her fear, pat her neighbor's arm and ran for it with her heart lodged in her throat.
Right through the tavern front doors.