09-21-2015, 07:48 AM
Of course Elias had to blurt it out exactly as it was. Sierra could feel the blood rushing to her ears as she tried not to look at Mrs. Marveet. Sierra caught Elias' gaze at her and wanted to stick out her tongue at him but decided to ignore it - at least for now.
However Sierra thought the woman would take to her son being found naked in the frozen tundra that was a winter in Moscow, Sierra hadn't expected her to laugh. The woman seemed to expect outrageous from her son. Which made Sierra wonder about the man they'd found.
Sierra was cautious about what she should tell Jaxen's mother, after all it was his story to spin. But really there was nothing to hide. She could only tell her what Jaxen had told him. "He claims to have been kidnapped."
Sierra really didn't want to think of any reason someone would capture the son of the rich and powerful and keep him naked in the middle of the winter. And then there was the fact that he smelled too clean to have been kept in poverty in the woods. There had been nothing for miles in the wilderness that Jaxen Marveet had walked out of, yet he was not frostbitten, merely blue from the cold. His feet likely could have a touch of frostbite, but everything had happened quick enough he would likely recover from everything.
It made Sierra wonder why Elias has been at the river, or even Elyse. She knew why she was - she'd been stalling. And now she was in Moscow in some fancy house, sipping at tea with a bunch of complete strangers with no idea of where she was going to next. There was no way she was going back to the room she'd rented with Snow. Too many sad memories.... too many.
However Sierra thought the woman would take to her son being found naked in the frozen tundra that was a winter in Moscow, Sierra hadn't expected her to laugh. The woman seemed to expect outrageous from her son. Which made Sierra wonder about the man they'd found.
Sierra was cautious about what she should tell Jaxen's mother, after all it was his story to spin. But really there was nothing to hide. She could only tell her what Jaxen had told him. "He claims to have been kidnapped."
Sierra really didn't want to think of any reason someone would capture the son of the rich and powerful and keep him naked in the middle of the winter. And then there was the fact that he smelled too clean to have been kept in poverty in the woods. There had been nothing for miles in the wilderness that Jaxen Marveet had walked out of, yet he was not frostbitten, merely blue from the cold. His feet likely could have a touch of frostbite, but everything had happened quick enough he would likely recover from everything.
It made Sierra wonder why Elias has been at the river, or even Elyse. She knew why she was - she'd been stalling. And now she was in Moscow in some fancy house, sipping at tea with a bunch of complete strangers with no idea of where she was going to next. There was no way she was going back to the room she'd rented with Snow. Too many sad memories.... too many.