02-01-2020, 11:19 PM
Sesuna watched her brother internalise the moment and the people in it. It was his serious face; the one that sailed him far away, where duty was a mountain laid upon the mantle of his shoulders alone. Her brows rose when his gaze settled, only for her expression to explode into mock outrage for the jibe, and then finally laughter. It was Idris who shared those last words, though. Sesuna knew the faces of him well enough to understand why he did so, though what she accounted to be worry in turn worried her. For her own part she sailed through the motions of goodbye with little ceremony. Only Rohama seemed to pick up on the undercurrents, and she counselled her usual silence.
Once alone and on their way, she wasted little preamble. “You’re worried,” she said. “Why do you really think she wants to see you?”
Once alone and on their way, she wasted little preamble. “You’re worried,” she said. “Why do you really think she wants to see you?”