by SunnyJustice » Mon Dec 05, 2016 12:28 pm
The first thing Cyprian thought was, oh damn, Solara's back from the dead and she's gonna snap my neck. Everyone knew of how Solara dealt with criminals sentenced to death. Cyprian was technically a criminal, and escaping from the city was punishable by death. However, instead of the Queen's overwhelming warmth, a weird sense of coldness spread through his head. It was like when he ate a ridiculous amount of ice cream and his head felt like a giant popsicle.
Now Jaai was giving orders. Alastair would have freaked out at this, but Cyprian was not his father. In fact, listening to the girl would be a perfect act of rebellion against his father's sexism. He respected Jaai, which in itself would make Alastair pull out his hair in rage.
"Yes, Sergeant Jaai," he snickered as he got up. Then he rubbed his head, since it still felt weird and cold. "Hey, maybe I'll even find my power tonight."
"That is great," Rowan said as he finished chopping up his vegetables and dumped them in a salad bowl. "You can help if you would like. We can add them to the salad."
"I hate salad, honestly." Cilan admitted. "It never makes me feel full!"