Tags: Pallegina
PoETober 2018
Prompt #7: Worship
Pallegina mes Rèi stood at the crest of Aedelwan Bridge, looking west, beyond the city's walls, with a hand upon the hilt of the sword at her side. Even from a distance, the white stone of the dome atop the Vailian embassy rose high, gleaming like a pearl in the sunlight.
But a few more steps, and she would be beyond Vicent Agosti's reach. For a while, at least.
A small grin tugged at her lips. Maybe he would enjoy it as much as her. She couldn't begrudge the man some peace and quiet at last, not now that she had an opportunity to look into the troubles plaguing the Dyrwood with this… Watcher. She knew little of their kind and even less of their talents, but she knew it likely to be her best – and perhaps only – chance. Before she must travel to Twin Elms, before she…
Not for the first time, doubt prodded at the back of her mind. Vicent's words echoed. Insubordination. Untrustworthy. She grimaced against the heat it stirred in her chest.
Pallegina pressed a finger to her feathered temple.
She must have faith. If not in herself, if not in the ducs bels' decisions, then in the future of the Republics. In the end, the future was all anyone truly had.