[mature] off with your head [solace]

[Solace]

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Solace

Ring the bells that still can ring,
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Maybe if Solace had been a better student in her adolescence the name Chem would mean something to her. She had heard it before after all, from the king who came before her. But she had never had a face to match with the name and it had slipped away from her memory.  Hyaline's first Professor and Amet's Heir had missed each other by a matter of weeks. 

Maybe that is why his scent sparks an interest in her mind, smells always were more stubborn than names when it came to memories - and his must of been lingering during her first days in her new home. But for now, they are just strangers exchanging nicknames in the woods - and she doesn't think to look further.

The current is swift and cool and as a breeze passes over them a shiver runs down her spine. Removing herself from the river, Solace turns back to listen to his question,  oblivious to the effort he is putting into his self-restraint.

"I was following a trail, but it ended up fizzling out." She replies with a faint shrug of her pale shoulders. "Some mare came up to Hyaline's foothills then turned back the way she came, and disappeared somewhere downstream."