noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2018-03-05 11:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: december 31 - january 6, fiona dunn |
what matters ain't the 'Who's baddest'
Who Fiona and Rahne
What: Reunion
When: Sunday services
Where: the temple in Glynn
Warnings: language probably. mentions of war.
Rahne Cassidy. Cass to friends, Rahne to her family, The Bear to some comrades and Cassidy from her fellow Guards in Castyll, was no one in Glynn. OR at least, no one to anyone in particular. She tried to blend in with the villagers at the temple, but the was an air about her even when she was trying to be serene and respectful of a feral cat that had been collared and wasn't particularly pleased about it even with the three squares a day that came with it.
The vague smell of alcohol and pub smoke that clung to her always didn't help matters either, if she were being honest.
That wasn't why her mood was souring by the minute however. Credit for that belonged to a few Clovennians (didn't it always, these days) sitting across the aisle. They weren't being outright disrespectful other than the fact that they were there and didn't belong. The three watched the Robor, whispered to eachother, and took intermittent notes. The Aurellians near them didn't seem to be particularly bothered, although a little distracted. Just the fact that they were there was enough to stick in Rahne's craw though.
To the point where her foul mood was starting to seep into the others around her, and wasn't that the story of her life. So instead she stood, nodding apologetically to the robor and quietly ducked out one of the side doors.