You dumb bitch.
Hazel could feel her anger seeping out of every pore. Her hands and fingers were trembling and she could feel adrenaline running through her blood. You entitled, self-serving, ignorant, half-elf bitch. It baffled her how somebody could be so oblivious and unforgiving. Hazel listened as Niera spouted off about the bandit’s worth and gave no consideration to his family and couldn’t help but feel personally insulted. Would you turn me in? Am I just a thief too? Do I not get forgiveness? It hurt Hazel even more as she needed to summon her broom back with her command word.
“Nimue.” Hazel spoke the name of her oldest mother out loud for the second time in years and reached her hand as her broom responded and returned to her side.
“You could have killed him with that.” Niera’s words implied concern but they only managed to stoke Hazel’s growing irritation.
“And yet I didn’t. You didn’t seem too concerned with human lives when you were going to arrest him and abandon his family to death by giants.” Hazel’s words must have carried a paralytic quality to them because Niera was only able to stand speechless and glare.
The tension was cut by a short cough from the ship’s crew captain. “So, um, We crossed the border a little while ago. We should be arriving at the port in a few hours. Like two hours. If anybody thought that was relevant. We also went ahead and made an extra room for your party. Thought you would all appreciate some extra space.”
“I thought the one room was fine actually,” Moss replied. He seemed so genuine Hazel struggled to decide if he was an asshole and that made it even more aggravating to her.
After adjourning herself to her room to pack the few possessions she owned, Hazel found herself joined by Roze and Kesh’gar. Neither adventurer seemed willing to strain the situation more by commenting or offering advice which was a nice comfort as Hazel was sick of thinking about it. The thought of Niera at this point was nearly nauseating. It wouldn’t be long before the group would land in Wa’haan and spend some time back on the ground. Hazel was looking forward to the thought of Niera having to travel through the thick Jhaogosian forests. Let’s see the stuck up Paladin survive without servants and daddy’s money.
“So what’s with the flying broom?” Hazel’s vengeful fantasizing was rudely interrupted by Roze’s question. She looked sweetly curious however. “Just feels like that would have been super helpful when we were fighting bandits and that guy tried to blow us all up.”
“No, yeah. It was my mothers’ and I didn’t really know how to work it until just now.”
“Your mom left you a flying broom? That’s pretty cool.”
“Moms. Plural. I had three. And yes. They were really cool, and powerful, and beautiful. And then they were kind of just gone. But they left me a really cool broom.”
“Oh,” Hazel could see Roze’s eyes dart over to meet with Kesh’gar who’d been trying to sit as quietly as possible. “I’m sorry. You probably miss them. Did they tell you where they were going or when they’d return?”
“No. They didn’t tell me much about themselves. I’ve heard from the others in the undercommons that they were powerful witches. People would paint ‘Hags’ on our door all the time until they needed something from us. My moms did tell me they used to be stronger and lived in this beautiful colorful palace filled with fairies and magic. They said they gave it up because they were searching for something and someone. I assumed it was me but, I guess not. They always said they would take me back to the palace one day so I could see it so I’m hoping if I go there I might find them and they can tell me what I did wrong for them to just leave me here.”
“I get it. I’m going through a similar thing with my own brother. We were so close our whole lives and then one day… just gone. No letter, no goodbye. I’m tracking him down to figure out what happened or why he would leave like that and I’m getting close but it's hard. It’s scary to think about what you’ll say when you find them or what they might say when they see you again.”
“I don’t think people always leave because you did something wrong,” Kesh’gar finally spoke, “I think sometimes people just leave. Sometimes they have reasons and sometimes they don’t. I do think the amount of effort to leave you a note was miniscule though. We should find their palace so you can speak to them. So you can demand an explanation and an apology.”
“Yeah! I can’t imagine abandoning my family like that. People who do that should have to face you and explain themselves. You deserve that and I for one am willing to help you get it.” Roze added.
Hazel felt warm in her heart and a burning in her eyes that was quickly cooled by the sensation of tears. She started to wipe them but her hand was locked in by the weight of Roze and Kesh’gar embracing her.
It was silly of them. It only made the tears pour harder.
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