Across the distance in the Yecine's viewing section, raven haired Qatrand stood a bit apart from the gathered elders and her fellow participants. Her attention turned to a message scroll she'd just received from one of their retainers. The 'heir' couldn't help but tighten her expression as she read it.
"News from your father?"
Lirades approached and inquired of their family's latest pride. The 'boy' performed so well in so many events that the old woman heard some… interesting phrases in the markets. She didn't know young women these days spoke so bluntly about their desires!
"He put my brothers on the first train this morning. It was a coincidence, I suppose."
Qatrand's low voice was careful not to voice her suspicion. That the man had pushed them out early because of this display being put on by Corde hez Iralev. The talks about the Descent would have still been underway in the main pavilion based on the train schedule she knew.
