Who: Sanya Nimr
With: James Castille, Malia Campbell, other royal party guests
Where: Castle courtyard, King's City
When: February 28th, evening
Sanya had to admit, Castile brought up a reasonable point in terms of Sarnai's worth in the throne. Although more than a few people--especially those closest to the missing maidens--had their concerns about the king, those who knew less or cared less about what happened in the Eastern Forest saw this as a story of one of their own becoming more. As long as the child proved legitimate, it was a folk tale made reality before their eyes.
The sudden thunder made Sanya shift her attention away from her fellow nobles and first toward the sky, then down toward the river. She touched the stone crenelations along the top of the wall, looking out through a low point to see the odd eddies in the river that reminded her of water draining from a basin. If water was draining from the river in a direction other than the waterfall, that could only mean the failsafe had been activated.
Was that why the King had gone inside? Had a servant beckoned him to oversee some matter in the castle dungeon? She filed away Malia's exchange with James for further thought later, for after the fact, when all the information was fully presented.
But there wasn't time to think too much about it now, not in the middle of something happening. The sky had turned so quickly to rain, drops plopping down on her hair, her face, her dress. It only made sense to take Malia's offered hand and seek shelter with her.
"The weather has been known to show signs and omens to those who understand how to read it," Sanya replied, processing this. Her sorceress nature did not lean toward the prophetic. She could only judge those who were right before her. "The werewolf. Could it have escaped the failsafe?"