Who: Kahlan Amnell and OTA What: Causing a Scene Where: A Park in Lawrence When: Late Afternoon of the 28th Rating: TBD Status: In Progress
Kahlan had grown less suspicious of the Mord Sith Cara as time went on. Oh she couldn't ever forgive her for Denee, not really. Even if her sister was happy again, alive, With a baby that would never replace the male confesser she'd had to kill to stop the Mord Sith taking him. She had a life now, and Kahlan was no longer alone. No longer the only Confesser. Though still she had her role as Mother Confesser, and still she had to protect the Seeker. That was her cause and that was what she would do. It was the most important thing. But still it had been hard. Though Cara's choice. Becoming a baneling to come back to help Richard as she'd sworn to do because he was Lord Rahl. Not that Kahlan thought that was still why she stayed with them. Richard had sent her away once and she hadn't gone far.
Though that trial and all that came with it was not something Kahlan wanted to think about.
She turned to ask Richard how he thought the woman was doing when she realised she was no longer lying beside him. No something was very very wrong. She found herself not beside the man she so loved, but instead lying on grass somewhere strange, as strange noises filled her ears, and numerous strange sights assaulted her.
This wasn't right.
"Richard...Zedd, Cara" she asked, standing up slowly and drawing her sword
. What was this? This wasn't right, she needed to protect Richard. She needed to get back. He needed her, and of course she needed him. She loved him with all of her heart, Mother Confessor or not. And he would need her to find the Stone of Tears. To seal the rift. To keep Darken Rahl in the Underworld where he belonged once and for all. Her only comfort was that if she was here, he would have Cara and Zedd to help him. That was something at least. For now she'd find a way home. She'd figure a way back to Richard. She always did. The problem was more immediate though as drawing her sword in the middle of a crowded park, in dress she was realising was very different to everyone elses was causing some uproar, and men dressed like badly armoured guardsmen were moving toward her, brandishing some strange manner of device and telling her to put the sword down. Her world or not she was the Mother Confesser, she was not to be spoken to like that.