Gunfire: The Hearth


This too shall pass.

It wasn't long before I recognised the gentle tread of my sister making her way down the hall. I smiled at that, even as she opened the door and rushed into an embrace.

"Oh, it's good to see you, Illy."

"You too. Cerian, this is Ryle. We met at Four Peaks. Ryle, this is Cerian, my sister."

Ryle played his part almost too well, taking her hand and bowing elegantly.

"Charmed, I'm sure."


"Cerian, we are in a spot of bother and, happy though I am to see you again, we need to leave the city as quietly as you might manage."

She smiled an old, mischievous smile at that. You never change, do you? I read.

I have no idea what you mean, my innocent face responded.

She stared me down, still smiling, and turned to Grace who had appeared at her side.

"Grace, please see that the coach is prepared for immediate use."

"Yes, ma'am."

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