Blueberries
Warning: Contains talk of abuse
Baya was suspicious. Her whole guild was suspicious, but by the fifth week, Blueten didn’t have time to dwell on it. It seemed her own “rite of passage” had finally come, in the form of Birr, a rather portly and greasy sylvari with a bulbous nose and a constant smirk. Her initial profile of him was a plant with a major insecurity about his looks that resulted in a preoccupation with everyone else’s. He was quick to shout unwanted appraisals on appearances, make lewd inappropriate comments, or otherwise be rude. The only person he seemed to be truly kind to was Baya, whom he praised for her beauty.
It was perhaps no surprise then that he eventually targeted Blueten for hiding her looks behind a mask. He was relentless about seeing her without it, harassing her whenever he saw her -nagging, pleading, and even raging to see her without her wooden barrier. Eventually, to the cheers of others, he tried to remove it by force.
She left him dangling from the ceiling, with a small flock of minions she’d summoned tying his clothes around the rafters. That’s when they found out she was a necromancer. It was also when they discovered she could talk, using her minions to speak for her.
“Do not touch me.”
She found a jar of nectar by her door the next day.
It didn’t seem to matter who left it anymore. She was so tired.
Whoever left it must’ve been impressed, and they weren’t the only one. Meritt gave her looks of awe and was eager to have full conversations now that he knew she could talk. Most members gave her a lot of space, giving her uneasy looks as she passed them. And then there was Baya…
“You’ve a talent that’s wastin’, eh? Why aint’cha raidin’ with us?”
So she did, though in truth she wasn’t sure about it. Part of her wanted to give the guild a chance though, despite all their flaws. Maybe this was it. Maybe she just needed to really see them at work.
Her first raid was against a small camp of Nightmare Court, but she made a point to only observe. She didn’t steal a single thing, only acting to fight if they alerted a guard or a Nightmare hound. It wasn’t particularly difficult. It was even relieving in a way, and she secretly wished the guild did more than steal. How stress relieving it would be to wipe out every Courtier onsite.
Then they returned to headquarters, and gathered in the main room around the one dining table. Blueten found herself huddled among the weaker members who all looked very nervous. This was her first time taking part, but she’d seen this ritual before. Each member would go up to the table and drop what they stole on it.
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