It had only been a day or two since the Imperial ball on Eriadu, and Vahliri hadn’t been able to find much rest since the incident. Regardless of high hopes, the night have proven to be nothing but heartache for the half-Annfyn, and almost half of that had centered around Varyn. She couldn’t help but wince as her mind traveled back to their exchange on the balcony - to the pain in his eyes, and the empty tone of his voice before he left. The simple truth was that Vahliri didn’t quite realize how deep her feelings for Altair went until that moment - until Varyn put them into words himself, but it made little difference.
She had hurt him deeply, and it was a fact that haunted her with every step through the Ziost Academy. Even if the half-Annfyn didn’t love Varyn the way he wanted her to, she cared about him deeper - deeper than few other people within the Empire. And no matter how much she wanted to run from it, nothing was going to prevent Vahliri from seeking him out to talk things through. Perhaps he would scream in her face, or wouldn’t wish to speak to her at all.. But it didn’t matter. Whatever his response, she wouldn’t run from it.
Vahliri didn’t have to guess where she might find Varyn - and didn’t attempt texting or calling him ahead of time. Instead, the half-Annfyn made her way towards the training yards of the Ziost Academy reserved for saber combat. She was dressed in a simple fur-lined coat and pair of jeans, while her black hair was left to cascade down to the center of her back. She carried a small box under her arm, wrapped in a cloth to keep it warm.
As she stepped into the training yard, Vahliri allowed her gaze to drift around the area - confident she would find Varyn nearby.
She had hurt him deeply, and it was a fact that haunted her with every step through the Ziost Academy. Even if the half-Annfyn didn’t love Varyn the way he wanted her to, she cared about him deeper - deeper than few other people within the Empire. And no matter how much she wanted to run from it, nothing was going to prevent Vahliri from seeking him out to talk things through. Perhaps he would scream in her face, or wouldn’t wish to speak to her at all.. But it didn’t matter. Whatever his response, she wouldn’t run from it.
Vahliri didn’t have to guess where she might find Varyn - and didn’t attempt texting or calling him ahead of time. Instead, the half-Annfyn made her way towards the training yards of the Ziost Academy reserved for saber combat. She was dressed in a simple fur-lined coat and pair of jeans, while her black hair was left to cascade down to the center of her back. She carried a small box under her arm, wrapped in a cloth to keep it warm.
As she stepped into the training yard, Vahliri allowed her gaze to drift around the area - confident she would find Varyn nearby.
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