Forevers Come Tomorrow {Ghost/Open}

[Simile]

Midday, Lower Caverns.

Her breaths were quick and soft. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Even if Cahlet and Atalia had come back for her. To... persuade her. She should have stood up to them. But instead, here she was being chased by the Blue wher and his handler through the lower caverns with a satchel that she, hoenstly, had no idea what was in it... she wanted to ditch it. To be rid of it.

Her firelizards were being deathly silent, their eyes whirling with reds and oranges. She had to get to Atalia and Cahlet and be rid of this horrid package - horrid for the simple reason she was stealing it... to protect her own life. It had been several sven-days since the turnover and they had returned... with their own little troope of flitts and threats to take her home by force if necessary... or worse. She had no choice. She had to do what she had to do. She had to protect herself. She had to protect Amp and Zigfried... but her heart ached. If she was caught... what would they do to her? And what more... what would K'tar thing..

There they were. She took a deep breath and passed it off and kept running... turning down another corridor and hoping to head towards blissful sunlight where she would be safe from this blue demon... her sisters.. .well... they woudl get out with the bag. But what about her? Surely the wher and the handler would be given more credit than she. Surely she would be found to be a theif and she would be forced to leave or her face paled... pehraps she would not be allowed to stand. There would be some punishment, though... surely.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K’tar really hadn’t planned this. Honestly, he had had nothing on his mind other than dodging out on his exceptionally boring chores. He certainly hadn’t intended to bump into Chantrea, but no sooner had he heard running footsteps and dodged around a corner, thinking to get out of sight from the Blue wher — and what in Faranth’s name was it doing up at this time? — then he had to pull up short in order to avoid smacking into a running Chantrea, her hair streaming out behind her, though it seemed that something was wrong, for there was nothing carefree about this run.

“Chan, what’s the matter?” he asked, reaching out to grab her arm and pull her back into against the wall of the side corridor he’d just emerged from.

[Simile]

Chantrea didn't even see him... she was just trying to get away. All she could feel was the ground beneath her feet and the air her lungs sucked in as she ran. When a hand reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her back, she struggled. "No! Let me go! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" She went limp and started to sink down towards the ground, ready to accept her fate, not having heard the voice of the young man who had caught her. Her eyes were closed tightly, but when she slowly opened them, she nearly cried with relief. "K'tar...." She covered her face with her free hand, feeling a great deal of shame.

She didn't know what to do and her two blues were now sitting on the floor beside her, poised and ready to protect her.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

K'tar pulled back, more of a quick jerk of his head than anything else, a reflex of startlement, as attested to by the sudden widening of his eyes. Having not thought his action through before reaching out to snag Chantrea, her response caught him completely off guard. She was sorry? Sorry about what?

He opened his mouth, though he wasn't sure what he was about to say, only to have Chantrea open her eyes. He heard her say his name, but it sounded rather distant to him, as though it were coming through some barrier. Had he been up to admitting it to himself, the barrier was likely from the effect of staring into a pair of sapphire blue eyes, but he was doing his absolute best to pretend that it wasn't any such thing. Besides which, scarcely had he registered his name than Chantrea was covering her face, like she didn't want to look at him for some reason.

"Chantrea, what's going on? You're sorry about what?" he asked, reaching out to catch the hand covering her face, intending to move it.

[Simile]

Chan let him move her hand, but she was looking down. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." she repeated before she looked at him, crying and picked herself up, standing awkwardly before him, one hand still in his grasp. She looked at him quietly. "K'tar... I..." She looked down at her feet and shuffled awkwardly, not sure what to say.

She looked towards where the Wherhandler had gone. "Umm... Cahlet... and... Atalia." She bit her lip and looked away, but she stepped closer to him, placing her hand on his chest and leaning against him. She was shivering.

"I... I stole for them, K'tar... because..." She stopped herself. Why? They were her sisters... they could hurt her. And they could hurt him. She was convinced of those facts. She was convinced that that was the truth of the matter.

"I'm sorry..." she repeated again, her voice sounding hollow, even to herself.

[Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro)]

He shouldn’t do it. It was, if not actually breaking the rules, definitely bending them further than, under the circumstances, was a good idea. K’tar knew that, knew it very well, but at that moment he did not particularly care. He slipped an arm around Chantrea as she stepped closer, holding her and doing his best to ignore the little voices of awareness yammering at him, one of which was insisting that he shouldn’t be holding her at all, the other one of which was insisting, with equal strength, that rules were made to be broken and that Viarth was surely old enough to handle his rider’s feelings. The end result was that K’tar simply held Chantrea, listening to her story with half his mind, while balancing between what he wished and what Viarth’s still immature mind could be expected to handle.

Wait, stole? he thought, his attention catching and snagging on the last few words Chantrea had spoken. It wasn’t that he necessarily objected to the action, though his own thefts had been more a matter of pranks, even those involving his brother, and that doubtless had an effect on his attitude. He remained silent a moment longer, than curiosity trumped.

“Anything in particular, or did they just ask for someone’s hat?” he inquired. A slight smile flitted across his face as he tried to lighten the mood, but it didn’t linger. He never would have admitted it, but Chantrea’s sisters had made him nervous when he’d encountered them at Turnover, and he would rather not encounter them again.

[Simile]

Chantrea hung onto K'tar, her arms wrapped around him as she took comfort in his closeness, feeling his warmth and taking comfort in it, her head pressed against his shoulder, her eyes closed tightly. A hug couldn't hurt Viarth... even just friends hugged... and... well... they hadn't ever mentionted their feeligns for each other so Chantrea wasn't entirely positive if things were one sided or not. But, unlike K'tar her mind was not on that right now, but on anger she feared was coming.

"They wanted a blue handler's bag... I don't know what was in that was so valuable... but they have it now. I wasn't supposed to get caught... I didn't want to do it in the first place!" She pressed herself more tightly against him, her arms wrapped around him tightly, her breath tickling his neck. She was scared of her sisters, that she would admit quite readily. And it showed with each frightened shiver of her body.