by SilentVoice on Mon Oct 24, 2016 12:08 am
Tithenor was heading for the loo when he heard voices behind it. He paused, listening. One was Pat's voice. The other he had ha hard time placing. Familiar, but not. Curious. His frown deepened as he listened. Pat was in tears, begging the other to let him out of his blackmail, but the harsh voice threatened to do worse if Pat didn't go through with what he told the young rider to do. Eventually, the harsh voice left, and after a few moments of gut-wrenching tears, so did Pat.
Tithenor paced the inside of the loo for several more minutes, furious. He wanted to walk right out and slug that other rider then and there, but something had kept him still. He had to figure out who it was and if at all possible, turn them into the Headmaster with proof. Solid proof. He was fuming when he left and it showed in his glacier bearing. A couple of other riders passed him and instantly skirted away. The elf was out for blood.
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Pat made sure her face showed no signs of tears before heading for the Bunkhouse. She couldn't quite hide her puffy, red eyes, but with everything else, she doubted the others would care. She kept her head down, stalling as she opened the door and worked the hinge, hearing the squeak. She should oil that.