15 Ymiden 720
ooc notes
Writ of Elements received here.
Tactical discussion with the Elements. Setting up the plan. Description of Yeva wandering around Almund. Chase. Capture. Case closed.
Tactical discussion with the Elements. Setting up the plan. Description of Yeva wandering around Almund. Chase. Capture. Case closed.
Wearing a crisp suit, his navy cloak draped over his arm, Donovan looked like a nobleman with his hair swept back and strong jaw lined with a well-trimmed, black beard. He was handsome, devastatingly so, but when she leaned towards him to speak, his dark eyes looked down with such vehemence, she thought he might slap her. Yeva shrank back in her chair as if he had, busying herself with finger-combing her hair. He continued to glare at her, waiting. What? his eyes demanded, What could you possibly want?
Just ask, she told herself. He came here to help you.
She tried to find her voice but gaze stole it, leaving her gaping like a marooned fish.
At last, he heaved an irritated sigh and lowered the book, "Well?" he snapped, "What is it?"
She swallowed.
Someone from the table called her name and she immediately jumped to her feet, leaving Donovan to frown deeply.
"Yeva?"
She had to clasp her hands together to stop herself from raising her hand and responding 'present', noticing how the Elements stepped back to allow her to join them at the table, "We believe we have come up with a plan. If we're successful, you'd be an integral part of this arrest."
"Anything you need," she stressed, tucking her hair behind her ears and scanning the map. Small wooden figurines stood up across the map, no taller than an inch or two, and were used to show position. One was painted red and the element pointed at it, watching her seriously. She looked at how it stood, poised between another alley, "Just tell me what I need to do."