Rumour has a way of making its way round a small community like the palace; it travels fast, like flames along a trail of oil. It burns through the palace walls until everyone wonders what's going on, and why everyone is running for the entrance hall on ground level.
Among those people running for the sake of worry, is Jeb. Something's wrong, and he needs to find out what. Downstairs, he's making his way out the front doors just as his father storms into the courtyard up ahead. Kalm is right behind him the moment he's spotted. Together, they run for the small group of people.
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"He's gone," Wyatt grinds out, voice hoarse from restrained fear. "He didn't come to the station. I've looked everywhere, I can't find him."
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Date: 2009-09-14 12:23 pm (UTC)Among those people running for the sake of worry, is Jeb. Something's wrong, and he needs to find out what. Downstairs, he's making his way out the front doors just as his father storms into the courtyard up ahead. Kalm is right behind him the moment he's spotted. Together, they run for the small group of people.
~
"He's gone," Wyatt grinds out, voice hoarse from restrained fear. "He didn't come to the station. I've looked everywhere, I can't find him."