Declan Durinson
Character
Declan stood in the corridor, it was empty aside from him and two armed guards. They were zorathi, pledged to clan Drage sworn to follow and to obey. Declan was the most dressed he had been since returning to Islimore. A long sleeve white shirt covered his tattoos and a pair of boots were over his normally bare feet and his hair was freshly washed and straightened. After a few minutes of waiting the guards buzzed him in through the door, he had been waiting to open.
Declan stepped into the solar, it was a circular room with a large window facing east and another facing west, presumably so the ancient occupants had equally stunning views of the rising and setting sun or moon. It was a miracle that this room had been simply untouched by the devastation of the rest of the temple The Pack was using as a home base.
It may have survived whatever ancient battle had taken place but it had not gone untouched by the new occupants. Boxes and crates were placed haphazardly inside, some with their contents spilling out and in the center of the room was a desk bathed in the early light of dawn from the eastern window covered in scattered papers and data pads. Behind the desk stood the woman he had come to find.
Despite the sun having risen only a few hours ago it looked like she had been long poring over whatever documents were strewn about the desk. She was tall with fair hair, fair skin and an undeniable beauty. Declan did not say anything straight away, having realized he had never spoken to her before and suddenly unsure of why he had come to her now. As he looked at her it struck him how much she reminded him of his mother. Not by their look but with her demeanor, even hunched over a desk you could feel her determination and that above all reminded Dec why he had come.
He cleared his throat. “Freya. I’m Declan Durinson of Clan Kanaka, thank you for taking the time to see me, it's an honor to finally meet.” He remembered his courtesy well “Aelin speaks very well of you.”
He waited for her to respond before speaking again.
“I’m leaving.” He said practically blurting the words. “My clan lands lay north of these woods and it is past time I returned to them. I want to thank you, for sending Aelin to me…on Hutta. Without that I might not even be here. Tell Ellen I said good bye.”
He felt a pang of guilt for not going to Aelin himself. He had thought enough of Fi to explain himself before going but facing Aelin would be too much he knew.
“Is there anything you would have of me before I go?” He asked
Freya Drage
Declan stepped into the solar, it was a circular room with a large window facing east and another facing west, presumably so the ancient occupants had equally stunning views of the rising and setting sun or moon. It was a miracle that this room had been simply untouched by the devastation of the rest of the temple The Pack was using as a home base.
It may have survived whatever ancient battle had taken place but it had not gone untouched by the new occupants. Boxes and crates were placed haphazardly inside, some with their contents spilling out and in the center of the room was a desk bathed in the early light of dawn from the eastern window covered in scattered papers and data pads. Behind the desk stood the woman he had come to find.
Despite the sun having risen only a few hours ago it looked like she had been long poring over whatever documents were strewn about the desk. She was tall with fair hair, fair skin and an undeniable beauty. Declan did not say anything straight away, having realized he had never spoken to her before and suddenly unsure of why he had come to her now. As he looked at her it struck him how much she reminded him of his mother. Not by their look but with her demeanor, even hunched over a desk you could feel her determination and that above all reminded Dec why he had come.
He cleared his throat. “Freya. I’m Declan Durinson of Clan Kanaka, thank you for taking the time to see me, it's an honor to finally meet.” He remembered his courtesy well “Aelin speaks very well of you.”
He waited for her to respond before speaking again.
“I’m leaving.” He said practically blurting the words. “My clan lands lay north of these woods and it is past time I returned to them. I want to thank you, for sending Aelin to me…on Hutta. Without that I might not even be here. Tell Ellen I said good bye.”
He felt a pang of guilt for not going to Aelin himself. He had thought enough of Fi to explain himself before going but facing Aelin would be too much he knew.
“Is there anything you would have of me before I go?” He asked
Freya Drage