pyr min solemnly swears he is up to no good (twinclaws) wrote in emillion,
Pyr/Cy/Alecta
Pyr let out the breath he was holding; his shoulders sagged in relief when Cy agreed, and he gave her a grin. Of course he wasn't going to go home just because they told him to; he'd just have pretended to head back toward the city proper and then walked back onto the docks to search somewhere else. Her agreement made things easier; if he had to make a detour, he might come across more enemies, and he wasn't sure how many he'd be able to take by himself. Not many, he suspected.
Alecta had agreed as well, so all that was left was to find Sky as soon as possible and get safe. He hadn't lied to the two women -- he wouldn't be there at all if he'd known for certain that Sky was someplace safe.
"It's a he," Pyr said, answering Alecta's question. "He looks exactly the same as me. We arrived in the city today, and he's living in one of these warehouses, but I'm not sure which or if he's even there anymore. He's studying under a merchant named Arwel. Does that name sound familiar to either of you?" Considering his luck that day, there was little chance of that, but he had to ask just in case.