Just a little drabble relating to the current Netherbane plot! My apologies for the shortness; I wrote this quickly. :3
“Mom, I need to borrow that journal. We need it to help Tharion.”
“Tharion,” Shizukera repeated, her tone uncharacteristically impatient. “He has a very bad demon problem.”
Serreina frowned. “Explain.”
“Xonath has him.”
The pestle slipped from the death knight’s fingers. She took a deep breath and gripped the edge of the table at which she was seated, forcing herself to control the thoughts and emotions swirling through her mind. When she looked up again, Shizukera was staring down at her, practically vibrating with nerves. Even Sharmila, her feline companion, paced nervously around the room.
“I know how much you respect him and I know you’re upset,” she said, “but you hid the book and I can’t find it and we need it very much bad and I’m going to just have to drag you along if – “
Serreina cut Shizukera off with a wave of her hand; then she reached deep into a hidden pocket in her knapsack, withdrawing a leather- and frostweave-wrapped package. She hesitated, then handed the journal to Shizukera. The demon hunter placed the journal carefully inside her backpack.
“He placed a great deal of trust in me by allowing me to use this. The least I can do is … “ She paused, then shook her head. “I will be nearby, just in case. Please be careful.”
“I will. And we’ll get him away from the creepy demons. I promise.”
Shizukera gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek; then she leaped onto Sharmila’s back. As cat and rider bounded away, Serreina turned to gather her own gear, offering a quick prayer to whatever divine entity might be listening.
“Please, keep them all safe.”