Mirex walked down the familiar, quiet lane in the more modest part of Salma District, the houses and the people living in them neither rich nor poor, simply common. Don’t need to go through the rest of what’s here, we’ve got what we need. Mirex bit her lip, finding hard to keep her emotions under control and not weeping, “I’ll tell him, Evi.”Įvi got to her feet slowly as she nodded in wordless thanks, “Once that painting is loaded we can go.
For not feeling scandalized having the Reach’s most notorious nympho stalking his halls, and making her feel welcome as a person. I guess what I really want to say, want you to say, is thank you. When I’m gone, you’ll give him my regards next time you see him, won’t you Mir? Such a strange phrase you nobles use. ‘Send my regards’. Not what I expected from Whitey Lock’s Daddy, but I’m not complaining. Made me nervous, those eyes that Saw everything I didn’t want anyone to see. Old Man Eskara didn’t judge me, even though I knew he saw right through me. That did bring the briefest twitch to Evi’s lips, “I liked staying there, the one time I visited. It reminds me of Ebonhawke and living with Father in the Eskara house.”
Some even of you.” Once, the blue haired woman would have leered and winked at Mirex as she reminded her of the times they’d lain together, but now it was stated simply, without so much as a quirk of her mouth. This has been my home since I left though. Never had a home when I was with the Order. I don’t have enough time left to get any real use out of them anymore.” She turned her mismatched gaze about her kitchen, with burn scars on the walls from explosive experiments gone awry, “I’ll miss this house though. No sense lugging all those things with me now. What about the books? Any of the other pictures or furniture? Clothes?”Įvi shook her head, “Leave them. Mirex’s answering smile was understanding, and sympathetic, “Alright darling. I want her with me at the end, when Alex helps me die.the two women I’ve really loved.” It was Evi’s most prized possession, but, perhaps in one of her fits, it had been ruined by a large gash that left half the picture curled downward and hanging limp. I don’t know hat happened but.” she thought of the painting of Elise Whitman upstairs, a woman Evienne had loved very deeply and whom she still deeply missed. The red head frowned in concern at her friend, “Evi, it’s damaged. Her attention then shifted to Mirex taking her breather, “Mir.make sure you pack Elise for me.” While it didn’t work as hoped, it did ease Evi’s pain and allowed her short spans of lucidity. “Yes.” the once wily and flirtatious woman replied as one of the illusionary clones brought out a small Asuran cooling unit filled with vials of the serum Evienne had brewed in her attempts to cure herself. She’d been firm about not taking no for an answer, while being dismissive and uncaring about what her fortune would end up being used for. Evi had insisted that, in addition to signing the deed to her home over to Mirex so she could handle its disposal after Evi was gone, Mirex take the horded wealth and divide it between herself and Adriwyn and Alex. So far, Evi had only wished to have her magitech medical equipment brought along to her final residence, and the half dozen chests of gold and silver coin that had been stashed in the small cellar under the house. Mirex pointedly avoided thinking about when later would be. Using her magic to create clones to help pack and carry boxes and go through things was moving the process along, but it was still a daunting and exhausting task, considering the eccentric engineer’s myriad interests and hobbies.The wan, blue haired woman herself sat in an armless dining chair against an out of the way wall, her remaining good eye following Mirex and her clones about the kitchen with hopeless disinterest, responding in short, uncaring yes or nos on what was to be brought to the Jardin-Valdis estate in Ascalon Settlement, and what was going to be left behind to be attended to later. Mirex took a moment to sit down on a step and rest a moment from packing up Evienne’s worldly possessions.
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