Shady

Rana startled too, looking between them, concerned. Where the fuck had he come from? What was going on?

“With my complexion?” She asked, surprised.

“Oh.” She furrowed her brow slightly. “Another Essian?” She didn’t really look like any of her siblings that she knew of. But Father was always whoring around, so she supposed ...

She furrowed her brow as he trailed off. “Sworn?”

Rana skid to a stop a mere inch from Bay’s chest and recoiled, eyes wide with alarm at running face first into the dead eyed man from the courtyard. “Pardon ...

Rana took her opportunity and booked it towards her room as quick as socially acceptable. [did you want Bay to run into them before they split up? Or alternatively she ...

Thank fuck . She nearly let out a breath of relief. “Great! Um… thank you. Um… nice to meet you.”

“Uh…. No, sir. I think I can get back up there on my own… could you ask my Father to send for me when he’s ready?”

Rana stopped at the stairwell. “Um… would it be alright if I went to my room first? Please?” (I think the main goal is to get them to Caracal Keep ...

“… Okay?” She feared she looked and sounded as bewildered as she felt.

She furrowed her brow at him. “Are you alright?”

“… you are, what?” She looked at him with wide eyes. Had she said it aloud? Surely not.

“… Ah.” He was just mad. Okay, then.

“… the… gods?” She looked at him falteringly.

She furrowed her brow. Did Father know Ash was going batty? Scratch that, Father himself wasn’t the brightest. She should bring her concerns up to Rhea. Eventually.