RP: Crimson Sword

[Nevtalathiel]

Tumnaooriel had been shocked by the reactionof the new-comer to her face. She had hoped to keep this revelatin from Culloth for a while, as she feared the reaction of the blunt woman might cause more friction in a group which was already fracturing around her. She had kept her hood up and remained quiet, in the hope that she would be overlooked, but she had known that she would have to be mentioned in the course of Bulvard's story.
"Fiona?" Culloth had gasped and Tumnaooriel longed to know more abut Fiona, whose memory seemed to cause both Bulvard and Culloth such pain , but she knew she would never be able to ask either of them about her.

Now that Bulvard was revived, she could hear the brother and sister talking about her and she turned away, not wishing to nkow what they said. She was glad of the rain; it gave her an excuse to raise her hood and hide her features. The light rain falling on her face also made it less visible that she was crying. She did not know what she could do to lessen the distress her appearence seemed to cause. She decided to go for a walk leaving the brother and sister to continune their discussion without distraction, but before she could leave the goup, she felt a hand on her shoulder.