Sizhu burst through the door in Emet-Selch’s temporary quarters in Elpis, giving the Convocation member a start as he looked up from a stack of paperwork regarding past and present concepts that he’d requested from Hermes. “What-” -exactly do you think you’re doing? was what he intended to say, but he only got so far as the first word before she was in motion again--one small hand darting out to slap a candlestick off the nearest table. Though most of the room was bare and austere, as were most of the Ancients’ living spaces, flames immediately licked up a nearby cloth draped over a table. With a low curse, Emet-Selch lunged across the room, scooping up a vase full of gratuitous flowers, a brief cascade of water and unfortunate plants dousing the burgeoning flames before they could grow out of control. Head snapping sideways to shoot the Warrior of Light a glare over his shoulder, he was brought up short by just how dilated her pupils were--even for a Keeper of the Moon they were far too wide, nearly swallowing her irises entirely, only the barest fingernail of pale violet ringing those dark, slightly-glazed seeming pools.
Without a word, she cast him a sidelong glance that was decidedly feline, and decidedly not typical or particularly self-aware and sentient, and bolted from the room as abruptly as she’d entered. Emet-Selch simply stared after her aghast; he was still gaping at the empty door frame half a moment later, dripping vase in hand, when a breathless Hermes stumbled into view. “Azem’s familiar,” the dark-haired man panted, “she shielded me from a rogue concept’s toxic tail-stinger and-”
“Never mind that!” Emet-Selch snapped, setting the vase down firmly with a hollow clunk before stalking past Elpis’s breathless overseer. “Your excuses can wait until the matter is resolved. I will track her aether for you, if only to prevent any more unnecessary mayhem. ‘Tis my duty, and no less, seeing as she belongs to another member of the Convocation.”
Were Hythlodaeus present, he would have given his friend an oblique glance, chuckling behind a hand as he teased Hades about being worried about their curious little tagalong; as it was, there was no one there to point out the anxious furrow in Emet-Selch’s brow as his golden eyes scanned their surroundings, focusing in on their quarry with little effort.
“Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, then flicked a sharp glance up at Hermes, who did his best not to flinch obviously at the hostility in the other man’s gaze. “And don’t think that I won’t be including this little mishap in my report to the Convocation.”
Hermes swallowed hard at that, then bowed his head in something like shamefaced submission. “I...of course not. You have my deepest apologies-”
“Come on, then,” Emet-Selch cut him off impatiently, turning his back on the other man and striding down the hallway, already returning his attention to the matter--or rather, the minor crisis--at hand. “Make yourself useful, overseer.”
Prompt #2: Bolt | ✧ Sizhu Jakkya (WoL)+Emet-Selch+Hermes (+Hythlodaeus mention) ✧ | EW spoilers
“What-” -exactly do you think you’re doing? was what he intended to say, but he only got so far as the first word before she was in motion again--one small hand darting out to slap a candlestick off the nearest table.
Though most of the room was bare and austere, as were most of the Ancients’ living spaces, flames immediately licked up a nearby cloth draped over a table. With a low curse, Emet-Selch lunged across the room, scooping up a vase full of gratuitous flowers, a brief cascade of water and unfortunate plants dousing the burgeoning flames before they could grow out of control.
Head snapping sideways to shoot the Warrior of Light a glare over his shoulder, he was brought up short by just how dilated her pupils were--even for a Keeper of the Moon they were far too wide, nearly swallowing her irises entirely, only the barest fingernail of pale violet ringing those dark, slightly-glazed seeming pools.
Without a word, she cast him a sidelong glance that was decidedly feline, and decidedly not typical or particularly self-aware and sentient, and bolted from the room as abruptly as she’d entered.
Emet-Selch simply stared after her aghast; he was still gaping at the empty door frame half a moment later, dripping vase in hand, when a breathless Hermes stumbled into view.
“Azem’s familiar,” the dark-haired man panted, “she shielded me from a rogue concept’s toxic tail-stinger and-”
“Never mind that!” Emet-Selch snapped, setting the vase down firmly with a hollow clunk before stalking past Elpis’s breathless overseer. “Your excuses can wait until the matter is resolved. I will track her aether for you, if only to prevent any more unnecessary mayhem. ‘Tis my duty, and no less, seeing as she belongs to another member of the Convocation.”
Were Hythlodaeus present, he would have given his friend an oblique glance, chuckling behind a hand as he teased Hades about being worried about their curious little tagalong; as it was, there was no one there to point out the anxious furrow in Emet-Selch’s brow as his golden eyes scanned their surroundings, focusing in on their quarry with little effort.
“Let’s get this over with,” he sighed, then flicked a sharp glance up at Hermes, who did his best not to flinch obviously at the hostility in the other man’s gaze. “And don’t think that I won’t be including this little mishap in my report to the Convocation.”
Hermes swallowed hard at that, then bowed his head in something like shamefaced submission. “I...of course not. You have my deepest apologies-”
“Come on, then,” Emet-Selch cut him off impatiently, turning his back on the other man and striding down the hallway, already returning his attention to the matter--or rather, the minor crisis--at hand. “Make yourself useful, overseer.”