Stranded RP

Nick ran up to he, not panting even though he just ran about a 5th of the islands width, "remember what i hummed yesterday?"

"The Song Of Healing?"

"yes, remember when i said part of its meaning was the continuation in some form of whatever was being mourned?"

"And hurry up I'm getting bored I might just stick a knife in you."

"i fear to believe that i've discovered that part of it"

"Go on" Shaira said slipping two knifes down her boots. She was in a tshirt and jeans.

"do i really have to be the one to say it? Sieria's child"

"And what does that have to do with mourning?"

"you were mourning over the loss of the city then, and the song signified that some sort of continuance would come"

"Meaning..." Shaira smiled

"it wasn't referring to the city, but your people, your race"

Shaira hugged him suddenly. She sat back down. "I was imprisoned before I was married." Shaira sighed "House Mitsobar taking the throne was the happiest moment after the high seat was imprisoned."

"wait......what are you saying?"

"I was High Seat of House Mitsobar" Shaira said "Tylin was my sister. Gaining the throne put my house back in high regard."

"huh..."

"I'm not explaining it again."

"ok....what was i supposed to get out of that?"

"Basically nothing just useless trivia."

"ok.....so what was the hug for?"

"a thanks."

"......for what?"

"GOD YOU'RE THICK!!!"

"just wanting clarification"

Shaira sighed and slipped a knife into her bra.

"wha...?"