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Perfect Neglect
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Listening with a cool indifference as Serah explained her somber attitude to Maximus, Bastian remained still, his hand lightly resting on the pommel of his sword. What a dismal girl, he thought, his own cool gaze raking over the woman's form. It wasn't that she was unattractive-- quite the opposite-- but why she had chosen that as her introduction to her future husband, he was unsure. Was she being clever or did she simply lack tact? Whatever the reason, it was difficult for the captain to dismiss her words regarding the attack on her.
Why was she being blamed for her husband's death? Under what circumstances had the man died?
The thoughts stirred unsettling feelings of concern, and Bastian looked up at his King as the woman spoke, momentarily catching his gaze in a sort of warning.
His thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by Nyoka as she sidled over and he spared the witch a passive glance. No, the thought did little to ease his tumultuous feelings over the situation-- but that was no one's concern. While it was evident that the witch held no love for this newcomer, Bastian merely shook his head in response. "No one could ever replace Laurelai," he said quietly, his eyes again flickering over Serah.
While he disregarded the woman's comments about bearing children for the King, Bastian involuntarily tightened his grip on his sword when she mentioned poison. "Do not tempt fate," he murmured, his voice holding a tense note, "How did her husband die?" He didn't expect the woman to readily know-- but he was confident that she could find out. This she-wolf seemed to care more for her dead chamber maid than her late husband and that didn't sit well with the captain.
Whatever the reason, Bastian could see that he would not be speaking to Maximus any time in the immediate future and the knight gave the King and his lady a bow before he excused himself to the gardens to make rounds amongst the guests. Discussing the events with the King could come later-- right now he needed to acquaint himself with the throng of guests, learn faces and ensure that no other surprises would be happening. He also needed to clear his head and the unusually cool air would likely be of help in that matter.
Making his way out of doors, Bastian took issued a light sigh and did his best to clear his mind. He had no reason to be upset with the situation; Maximus was entitled to do as he pleased, though discussing such major events would-- no. This was unnecessary, his job was to protect the King, and right now that meant making rounds.
Sliding between the visitors as he picked his way though one of the gardens, the captain paused as he watched unfamiliar children go tumbling into one of the guests. Shortly after an adult-- a parent, perhaps-- caught up with them. One of the Clayburns, if he recalled correctly; a northerner. Hearing John's inquiry, Bastian slowly approached the pair, piercing eyes fixing first on John then Marcella-- the younger, somewhat effeminate-looking man denying his position as a guard. Why was that a matter of concern?
And what was the unusual aura emanating from the young foreigner?
Closing the rest of the distance between himself and the others, Bastian met John's gaze with an impassive expression. "I am," he said, his voice taking on a harder note, "Is there an issue I should be made aware of?"
Why was she being blamed for her husband's death? Under what circumstances had the man died?
The thoughts stirred unsettling feelings of concern, and Bastian looked up at his King as the woman spoke, momentarily catching his gaze in a sort of warning.
His thoughts, however, were soon interrupted by Nyoka as she sidled over and he spared the witch a passive glance. No, the thought did little to ease his tumultuous feelings over the situation-- but that was no one's concern. While it was evident that the witch held no love for this newcomer, Bastian merely shook his head in response. "No one could ever replace Laurelai," he said quietly, his eyes again flickering over Serah.
While he disregarded the woman's comments about bearing children for the King, Bastian involuntarily tightened his grip on his sword when she mentioned poison. "Do not tempt fate," he murmured, his voice holding a tense note, "How did her husband die?" He didn't expect the woman to readily know-- but he was confident that she could find out. This she-wolf seemed to care more for her dead chamber maid than her late husband and that didn't sit well with the captain.
Whatever the reason, Bastian could see that he would not be speaking to Maximus any time in the immediate future and the knight gave the King and his lady a bow before he excused himself to the gardens to make rounds amongst the guests. Discussing the events with the King could come later-- right now he needed to acquaint himself with the throng of guests, learn faces and ensure that no other surprises would be happening. He also needed to clear his head and the unusually cool air would likely be of help in that matter.
Making his way out of doors, Bastian took issued a light sigh and did his best to clear his mind. He had no reason to be upset with the situation; Maximus was entitled to do as he pleased, though discussing such major events would-- no. This was unnecessary, his job was to protect the King, and right now that meant making rounds.
Sliding between the visitors as he picked his way though one of the gardens, the captain paused as he watched unfamiliar children go tumbling into one of the guests. Shortly after an adult-- a parent, perhaps-- caught up with them. One of the Clayburns, if he recalled correctly; a northerner. Hearing John's inquiry, Bastian slowly approached the pair, piercing eyes fixing first on John then Marcella-- the younger, somewhat effeminate-looking man denying his position as a guard. Why was that a matter of concern?
And what was the unusual aura emanating from the young foreigner?
Closing the rest of the distance between himself and the others, Bastian met John's gaze with an impassive expression. "I am," he said, his voice taking on a harder note, "Is there an issue I should be made aware of?"
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