Sky/Juliette | Nobles District | mid-morning
Juliette was tired.
The night before had been stressful, to say the very leas. Ms. Han was even now sweeping the remains of broken things from the floors (the dishes Juliette thought sadly; the kitchen had been the hardest hit), Boris was tense, the puppy was frightened, and Alys, not yet fully recovered from her recent injuries, should have been resting as opposed to picking through a mess. Juliette's own training was delayed, and with her head fuzzy from far too little sleep, her mood was far from cheerful (and her concentration was bound to be terrible; she would be taking several beatings today, she thought morosely).
The park in which she walked Boris was on her way to Ashwyrm Hall; as she passed, she had to stop and stare. The worst of the damage appeared to be here, the ground split open, the pretty ornamental shrubs at drunken angles, tree roots unearthed. And at the edge of the gaping maw of the earth that had opened up directly across the walking path...
"Pyr?" she said, approaching; as she got closer, she noted his stance and clothing, and reassessed. "My apologies; Sky." It had to be him. After the week in the spice shop, she could nearly always tell. "What are you doing?"