-Petal Village-
-Dewmire, Baston-
"Not till you tell me what you did to Reqiel," Cederic demanded, dragging himself to his feet.
Andras' mood was pitch black, and it was taking a lot of self-control to keep his composure. "Why don't you ask the Angels you work for." He tossed at the King, Cederic's sword following next.
He turned around and started off, intending to take a walk through the forest to clear his head, so he didn't notice everyone's reaction to the darkness that had threaded the last words he spoke. He found that he couldn't leave though, even after the carriage that had brought Cederic was long gone. He paced the backyard, unable to leave until he got the confirmation that Reqiel was fine.
It was a good thing he didn't leave because shortly after a distraught Eveyn ran to him, her hair and clothes in disarray. "Re-Reqiel… Reqiel is…"