Lunamor

No, I win! *Gregorian chanting*

Granted. You now have the intelligence of Jack-Jack. I wish for the ability to levitate.

Here’s ninety nine red balloons. I have a donut hole.

“I’m alright!” Glint pulsed slightly brighter, both at Twinkle being alright and her willingness to be careful. Thinking more about what he had said, however, he dimmed again. He’d lied. Cup was dead. “Well, not alright. I am very sad.” Had Twinkle been implying that Ben would hurt Glint? He briefly felt indignant about that before realizing that he had just implied the same thing about Edwin. He could trust Ben. Ben didn’t hurt people like Rob had. Like all of the others did, or were at least supposed to… So many radiants were made for violence… Sometimes Ben made Glint be a sword, but he didn’t hurt people with him. He preferred him as a shield. Edwin wasn’t strong enough to know how to hurt people very well, yet. Cassie could, though only recently. James could, but Glint doubted he’d be able to kill the Nightwatcher. And Shana… her purpose was killing. But Ben loved her. Mahad loved her. Rob had loved her too. But Rob had seemed to like Ben… this was so confusing.

Twinkle was ok. Edwin wasn’t a murderer. Glint paused for a moment, unsure how best to answer Twinkle’s question. Things were bad, but nothing appeared to be wrong with Twinkle. ”Things are very wrong, so I needed to check that you weren’t dead. You are not, so that is one not-wrong thing!” That seemed sufficiently tactful to him. He’d added that last bit in an attempt to be cheerful. Now that there was less risk of Edwin hearing, Glint’s voice had stopped shaking. ”Are you hurt?” He hadn’t heard of a radiant hurting their spren before without killing, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t possible.

Glint tried to cry for a while longer, his ineffective lullaby trailing off. He managed a few sniffles, but it just sounded like Ben when he had a cold. Why couldn’t he cry? He felt sad. Humans cried when something sad happened because they had emotions. Glint had emotions too. Was that not good enough? Even among spren, mistspren were known for their lack of emotional displays. It was hard to make expressions when you had a crystal mask for a face. They still felt emotions, though. They were quite strong feelings, sometimes more so than most others’. Not being able to cry hadn’t bothered Glint before. He’d never wanted to. But now he couldn’t mourn his friend. He dimmed. Cup was dead. It was Rob’s fault. Her Radiant, the person she had trusted the most in the world, had murdered her. Rob hadn’t seemed like the sort of person to do that. Were any of the others like he was, too? Kind on the outside, but rotten on the inside… Glint needed to check on the other spren. He had to make sure that they were all ok. Mahad would be fine. Shana could be trusted, and she needed her spren right now. Glint slid across the floor to the nearest Radiant, still less bright than usual. He didn’t know Twinkle or Edwin very well; that meant the latter could be a prime suspect. He stopped at Edwin’s feet and whispered. “Twinkle?” Glint almost never spoke to people other than Ben, so his voice was a barely audible whisper. It sounded like wind chimes in a soft breeze and trembled slightly from nervousness. Normally he would’ve asked Ben for help, but Ben assumed the best in people. He wouldn’t like that Glint was investigating his friends for murder. @Eluvianii

If you'll excuse me, I'll return to my duties.

Irileth, send a detachment to Riverwood at once.

Here’s a sleeve of Ritz crackers. I have a pair of google goggles.

Enough!

It's in the most immediate danger, if that dragon is lurking in the mountains...

What do you say now, Proventus? Shall we continue to trust in the strength of our walls? Against a dragon?

The dragon destroyed Helgen. And last I saw it was heading this way.

2279- And I say HEYYYYYYY-EY-EY

Well, that explains why the guards let you in. Come on then, the Jarl will want to speak to you personally.

“Well we’ll just have to deal with it. There isn’t anything we can do right now to reverse what happened.” Jenny looked around. A few people were staring at them. She lowered her voice. ”Also, we should avoid mentioning this where other people can hear it.” The doors to the elevator opened and she quickly stepped inside, moving out of the range of the stares. @The Aspiring Archivist @Weaver of Lights

Shoot. Jenny had handled that really terribly. The poor thing was terrified. ”Elsie, I promise I’m gonna do everything I can to keep that from happening, ok? I’ve been on the run before, I have experience with this.” She had technically been on the run from monsters, not people, but she figured that was close enough for some of what she had learned to be applicable. Jenny looked around, trying to spot if Elsie had reappeared somewhere.

Oh. Jenny was probably making Elsie scared. She was talking loudly, which might mean she was upset. ”Yes, but we’ll probably be fine. We’ve managed to get this far while being wanted criminals. We just need to keep up with what we’ve been doing.” She wasn’t sure what exactly it was they were doing that was keeping them from being caught, but Elsie didn’t need to know that. She seemed to be, understandably, prone to panicking.

“Yes.” Jenny took Elsie’s question seriously and was most certainly not joking. She was seriously regretting their decision to venture into a crowded city that had cameras everywhere. They should’ve been more careful. They were on a quest and had decided to risk going to a freaking tourist attraction!

“Almost definitely. It happened before.” Jenny pulled out the newspaper chronicling their apparent slaughter of puppies and showed it to Elsie. It had a picture of her on the front, although it didn’t show her face. It was unlikely that the pictures probably taken of their newest fight had the same saving grace.

“We’ve already gotten in trouble with the mortal side of the world for stuff. We killed a bunch of hellhounds and some furies, but to regular people they looked like puppies and old ladies. We’ll probably get in trouble for this too.” Jenny sighed. Why did this confrontation have to happen in front of so many people? This was why she didn’t like cities. ”We need to leave here as soon as possible once we regroup again. I don’t know if getting on a train again will be an option.”