“So.” The peach-clad intruder moved even closer, nudging Riva and Augustin aside. “What was it like? I mean, if someone really tried to kill you, was it scary? What did it feel like? You said poison? Did it make you sick?”
I will bite this nuisance, Ember offered again, although Nilien thought the fox was starting to look amused by the whole thing.
“I don’t really like talking about it,” Nilien demurred.
“Yeah!” Lorque glared at their intruder. “Come on, would you like talking about it, if someone had tried to kill you?”
“But she was talking about it.” The interruption would not go away. Nilien began to wonder if maybe she really ought to have Ember start biting people.
No. For one, she didn’t really want to find out that Ember had been teasing her and had no intention of biting anyone, ever, and for another, she didn’t want to risk expulsion (again) for her familiar’s misbehaviour.
“I was talking about it with my roommate,” Nilien countered weakly. “And her friends. I don’t really want to broadcast it—”
“Well, it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know you’re a Wild Rune. What’s being assassinated on top of that?” The peach-clad menace offered this up so reasonably, it almost seemed as if it made sense.
“One of those was quite more unpleasant than the other,” Nilien retorted. She shook her head in indignation.
“Oh, come on, tell me something? I mean,” the intruder added slyly, “if someone really did try to kill you. There has to be some juicy detail.”
Nilien huffed. There was no getting around it. “I don’t remember much of it,” she admitted, as quietly as possible.
“What?” The peach person stared at her. “How can you…?”
“I woke up, and I was missing a quantity of time in my memories. I was sore all over my body, and with Ember here with me, and they — my school — told me someone had poisoned me. I’m sorry it isn’t as interesting as you hoped,” she added acerbically.
“So… you don’t remember at all? How do you know—?”
“My parents aren’t in the habit of lying to me. The head of my former school isn’t in the habit of lying to me.” Nilien found her words getting more and more clipped, and if Headmaster Narite hadn’t actually told her anything about the poisoning, well, there was no way this person knew that. “But no. I don’t remember, and all Ember will tell me is that I wanted to live.”
That’s all that matters, Ember informed her yet again. It turned around on her lap and got comfortable with its chin on the table, eyeing the intruder.
“You know,” Lorque pointed out, “if I’d been told someone had tried to poison me, I don’t think I’d spend too much time fussing about the details. I’d be more worried with making sure it didn’t happen again.”
This conversation has gone on long enough.
— MARKED (@MarkedSerial) February 14, 2017