Swiftcurrent Creek All that was undone was done when we were young

lestan —

the name rings 'round the commander's mind, stealing away bellatrix's consideration of the blonde's 'i don't know' response.

has she heard that name before? she does not think so! but perhaps she has. in passing. perhaps she's even seen this lestan.

who? the commander asks, word heavy to accompany the unreasonable sprint to her heartbeat, the sandpaper dryness to her throat.

bellatrix's head tilts slightly to the side, watching the way reverie looks past her, trying not to feel the stone sinking in her belly. trying not to let her thoughts go to the worst case scenario.

what is that sweet, fruity smell? bellatrix asks suddenly, trying to deduce it. and perhaps trying to selfishly distract ( though if she was trying to distract herself or reverie she cannot say for sure! ).