7-3-2 psR

They haven't spoken much in the last few months, probably busy balancind the Universe, but today was different: her target had finally been located.

She woke upthe childand went to the kitchen, for soon they would leave Vale, Granstem. Ametyr hid the sword and started packing - shouldn't be much work, they brought nothing beyond the essencial.

"Mother?" the child showed up at the door and hugged the Doxumir's arm, still drunk with sleep.

"Ametyr." She corrected him, as usual. "Take your belongings. We leave by noon."

"Where to?"

"Nix. Find out where it is and waste no time. We need to burn this place in time."

"Yes, mom" Aarseth nodded and left before Ametyr could correct him.

The woman kept on cleaning the place; they soon would need to leave. She took her journals and the books Aarseth had - the child wasn't of her blood, but by Noir's orders she took him from the southern streets.

Three hours had passed when the boy returned "home".

"Have you bought the tickets?" Ametyr handed him his backpack and closed the windows and curtains with a snap.

"Yes, mother-" Aarserth held his breath, interrupting himself, "I mean, Ametyr."

"...Much better, don't you agree?" She smiled and kneeled to match his height. Aarseth ran to her and hugged the lady, who graciously accepted the embrace.

"Would you like to help me finish the house?"

"Yes, please." The child let her go and ran to the kitchen. All of that would soon be over. Ametyr followed shortly after.

Minutes later, the child and her found themselves outside, each with a bag cointaining Aarseth's books - the child didn't seem to trust the Noir enough to leave them behind. Ametyr looked around; Omens had a good view of the region, and a calm enviroment for her prayer. If allowed to, she'd like to come back someday. She touched the floor and the Shadow of her fingers made Its way to the house, killing the grass it touched.

When the walls became entirely surrounded by It, the writer held the boys hand and left. The two of them would not stay to mourn the house - they never did anyway - so they couldn't watch the shadows of the Noir being replaced by the fire, burning everything they left as offerings.