Old connections, rekindled

[Tayui Aston]

310. Could we backdate this to Jul 1? ;_;

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In the days that passed, Tayui had not known what to do. She sat around her den listlessly, waiting for Claudius to ask, and wondering about his silence. She would shoot him the occasional glare only for him to turn away and bury his nose in a book again. He knew something – perhaps he had overheard the conversation, or had been there the day she died. Whatever the reason, he had not inquired about Noir but had not indicated he understood the situation. This upset Tayui greatly, for each time he tried to tell him, he would find some reason to distract her. Maybe he was doing it for her sake, or maybe he did not want to hear it out loud.

So when she did tell him earlier that day, it had been a huge relief; but her relief quickly turned to something much darker. He had not spoken to her since, and like she had done with her sister, she distanced herself. She now sat outside her cave, fiddling with a stone Claudius had found a year ago. He had been so excited to see it and show everyone, but now, she could only feel the jagged edges and see the imperfections.

She was so absorbed in her examination of the quartz that she dropped it upon hearing Dawali’s voice. She scrambled to relocate the translucent stone, fumbling in the dirt while she attempted to formulate a reply. When she located the rock, she clasped it firmly in her left hand and turned to greet the Kalona.

“Dawali,” she replied, trying to let her voice carry to the other luperci. “Hello,” she added, unsure of what else she could say. She hesitated, scrambling to find a more meaningful response, but drew a blank. There was nothing she could say that would make this better, so she didn’t bother.

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