1875-07-21: Back to the Seeker
Back to the Seeker
Summary: Myrana tries to leave alone with the rosary but is stopped by a friend of Achille's.
Date: 1875-07-21
Related: The Duel, What Next
NPCs: Sir Louis d'Geroux
Players:
Myrana  

All of the way across the quay and into the recovering market, the rosary in the belt pouch burned like a sunblight spot at the edge of her senses. More than that. She could hear the beads clattering together in the pouch even over the ruckus of carts and construction, or it seemed that she could. Maybe it was in her mind, a nervous fantasy stirred up by her frightened imagination. Was it hot at her hip where the tooled leather pouch rested on Ardaigh's belt? Or was it the summer sun and merely her fear of the chaos stones strung together and sitting so close to her skin, wrapped up in sir Valeria's handkerchief and dumped into the pouch atop the steel bullets for her hand-canon?

Though she strode at full speed, Myrana didn't precisely see the streets of Alsace. Instead, it was the memory of turning her hand cannons on Sir Havelock in the hold of that reeking ship that swam in her vision, threatening to wash over the present entirely.

Myrana pulled at the front point of her tricorn and hurried through the crowds, bumping into one man and rushing on without stopping until a hand came out of the market crowd and hauled her to a stop.

"Stop! Stop a moment, will you?"

One of the Blue Cavaliers that'd sailed with them on the Seeker out of New Kashmir gripped her shoulder hard enough to bruise and swung her around like a ragdoll, catching her securely by both arms and looking down at her, flush from chasing after her. It was Louis d'Geroux. He looked hard at her and something in his face made her stop, though her hands hooked into furious claws and she snarled at him, impatient.

"I'm sorry," he let go, and she rubbed her upper arms with a fearsome glare, out of breath. "Its little Myra, isn't it? God, you look just like him in that vest, like Achille. Look, you have to come back."

"Don't thwart me, Louis," Myrana warned him, but Louis ignored this and took her hand.

"Please, lady," the knight tugged, but gentler now, and careful. "At least say goodbye with us. Captain Enzo-"

Myra hauled on her arm, but it was like trying to pry free of a cuff for all that sir Louis looked pained to keep her from disappearing into the crowd, cheeks flushed with chagrin. But he didn't release her, only looked behind him towards the docks where Ocean Seeker waited.

"Healer Keir sent me after you when Ivo boarded and you didn't. Please come back. We have to decide what to do."

"Go to Eosphora. Or to Four Corners. I have to go!"

"Alright, but say that to the others."

"Let me go Louis, I've got to…"

"Got to what?" It was the Cavalier's turn to lose his temper. "Leave your family in grief again?"

"What? How dare you, I'm trying to protect-"

"Protect WHO, Myra? Yourself? Look whatever you think you have to do, I'll wager you'd better off not fuckin bein' left alone to it with all of Aequor after you. Not another word! Achille did the exact same shit, and he's dead, and you know why?"

"Shut up Louis!"

"He's dead because he left on his own to deal with his problems, without his brothers and sisters in arms who would have helped him!"

"I said shut up! What the hell do you know about it you Geroux pig!"

"I know plenty!" gripping her hand he pulled her in and spoke down into her face, voice low and earnest. "You think you can just skip grief, and leave to sow more out there rather than face it with people who need you. Your Family's all the same. Come on. Tavi warned me you'd run off if you got your hands on something dangerous, and either that's what you've done or you're about to get yourself caught at the air dock." Louis turned around." You're coming back to the Seeker if I have to knock your dumb ass out."

"h-Hey!"

But it was no use; with grim determination the Cavalier simply kept hold of the little D'Armaz hand and walked back towards where the Seeker waited at the docks. Before long she ceased to dig her heels in and went with him, wishing she could wipe her eyes beneath the mask.

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