I am the nothing you have saved.

[darkenedmoon]

who:  Yotsuyu and...maybe you?
what: The witch has discovered that the knight is missing.
where:  Temple of Raida grounds
when:  Any time during the first week of November really
warnings:   Well, Yotsuyu has a temper, so that's worth a warning...



It was useless scurrying, was it? As if she were some sort of rodent. From one edge of the island to the other, from one end of the campus grounds to the other. Searching, endlessly searching, but not finding. She did not want to admit the truth, Yotsuyu did not, but in the end? The truth was nothing but impossible to dismiss, impossible to ignore.

Hendrik was gone.

She sat in the courtyard of the temple, head bowed, back against a young sapling. In her lap, she cradled a sheathed dagger, one hand clasped on the hilt. And yet, she only held it, eyes downcast.
Yotsuyu had nothing to say...but despite that, a bitter laugh escaped her, and she bowed her head.

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[bearshermark]

Eleven emerged from the temple, shrugging his shoulders and adjusting his baldric. It always felt a touch strange to trade his acolyte garb for his travelling clothes at night. But this night, like the last, failed to greet him with the presence he'd grown so accustomed to. Hendrik didn't always walk him back, but more often than not..

"Yotsuyu," he breathed, stepping more quickly toward her once recognition flashed. She didn't look as though she'd come to walk him back. Rather, her downcast expression and the dagger she cradled spoke of another reason entirely.

"..I'm sorry," he said automatically. "I didn't know how to tell you."

[woo_oo]

"... Hey."

Webby slowly and gently began to approach her, hands knotting and re-knotting, unsure how to handle this situation.

[temptationaccomplished]

He had not really known Hendrik, nor known the extent of their relationship together. But he knew when he saw her that Yotsuyu had lost someone dear.

The end of this month had been difficult on the Sundered students of the magicacademy. There had been a fair number of disappearances of classmates these last few months--friends, family, people whose faces and presences had just become part of the general landscape of the world. Their experience here was changing, because people formed the basis of one's experience of a world (not the food or the arts or the places, but people or a person), and change was frightening. Change often meant a loss of something one was fond of.

None of that was comforting at this end of Allhallowtide. None of it reversed the changes of the past few months. It did not bring those people back and it did not undo Aziraphale's own failure to create change. Commemorating the departed souls had always a bittersweet affair and he could offer little to his friend other than the usual condolences and platitudes.

He carefully took a seat beside her and placed a warm hand over hers on the hilt of the dagger, and said nothing.

[outofyourshadow]

Lena had taken a moment to just watch Yotsuyu, and somehow recognized the familiar feeling. Then, slowly, she made her way over.

"...hey."