Timestamp: 72nd of Fall 518 A.V.
Kelski looked at the note curiously when she came up for air from her workshop. She’d been at it all night again, refusing to keep normal hours that would have aided her sleep pattern a great deal. But inspiration struck when inspiration struck, and she worked through a vein of it when she tapped it happily building up stock or finishing commissions. If she didn’t make it to bed, she missed sprawling alongside Kynier but sometimes he didn’t make it home either. Their work kept them busy, and she understood that.
Bathing quickly, she changed into a nightshirt with a yawn and then noticed the note left on her pillow. It wasn’t what caught her attention first though. The key had. The Kelvic tilted her head curiously, and approached, reaching out to pick up the key, running her long black-nailed fingers across its silvery length.
Secret :
What?
She opened the note and read it. Then she lifted her head and stared straight ahead waiting… she didn’t have long to wait. Crushing pain descended. She couldn’t catch her breath, then dropped her eyes to the note again, re-read it, and cried out to reflect the emotional pain mirrored inside her head.
He was gone. He had left.
She knew things had been hard. She knew they’d fought about magic. But they’d been very very good with other things. They had so much in common. They were Nightstalkers. Dreamers. They were people who planned forward. Kelski loved him. She loved him like she loved gemstones and flight. He was as heady as the wind to her.
And now he was gone? Just like that?
Kelski knew she’d been stubborn. The Sea Eagle also knew she’d refrained from telling him certain things. The act wasn’t coming from a place of subterfuge or deceit. It was simply that she’d wanted her own life too, without someone telling her what to do, how to act, or when to act. They were reasonable things any human deserved.
Why didn’t a Kelvic deserve them too? She wanted a life that wasn’t full of her having to ask permissions. Kynier claimed to be protective, to have her best interests at heart, but he’d been harsh in his treatment of her in regards to magic and that had driven a wedge between them. It was especially true when Kelski had fought him on it. And so Kelski had started refraining from sharing everything with him, despite his reassurances that she could. The memory of the Aer’wyn’s journal was never far from her mind. And the switch she’d pulled on it in anticipation of him reacting as he had – burning her own notes instead of Are’wyn’s work - was calculating and deceitful, but how had he found out? Or had he? The Kelvic swallowed hard. Was this what she deserved?
But leaving? Just like that? No goodbye other than a note? Kelski swore, a whirlwind of feelings crossing her mind... not sure which one to settle on. It was as if a storm exploded into her being the moment she read the note.
She drew in a deep ragged breath and filled her gaze with djed. Transmuting the magical energy into sight, she looked about the room trying to find his signature energy to see if he left anything or if she could read his true emotions when he left. Did someone coerce him into it? Was this his true feelings? It made no sense. She scanned the bed, his pillow, the room, and even threw open his wardrobe to look in it and see if there was any lingering aura. There wasn't.