[FoF] Oh, there's a name for boys like you

The Ravaryn night sky felt cold and stark, but it's people knew like no other how to drive it away. Lighting fire pits all around to gather with warm drinks, warm words, and warm smiles. Ending yet another day of market. Making time to reflect on the day's hustle and bustle. Probably one of her favourite parts of the whole festival, if you'd ask the young Vylasar.

It was there that she saw him again. Yes, again. A face, his face, she wouldn't soon forget. He had left a deep impression the moment she laid eyes on him, the very first time. He had shaken her to the core. Without even knowing each other's name or reputation. Not a word had been shared between this man and herself. And yet he had managed to stir up intense emotions in a complete stranger without even knowing it.

That man, that stranger, had disappeared into a shed with none other than her very own brother-in-law some nights before this very evening. A moment she had witnessed by chance and from afar. A moment that felt like she wasn't supposed to witness at all. It had raised countless questions and an anger, so cold that even the northern winds would feel like a warm welcome in comparison.

She had warned Ezekiel on the day of his marriage to her beloved sister. He would know her wrath and rue the day if he ever harmed Chaska in any way. Attempting to lead with rationality instead of fury was a lot more challenging now that she was with child and deep into her pregnancy. Hormones put her emotions to the test, but she had to try and stay calm in this situation. She wasn't able to just go to her own family to confront him either. And maybe, just maybe, she had drawn conclusions about things that weren't there. She highly doubted it. Even a blind man could've seen the heat coming from the pair before they slipped inside their hiding place, doing gods know what with and to each other.
She had questions that needed answering before she would risk facing her sister and her unworthy husband. And that was the only man who could answer them.

With one hand clutched around her staff, hidden underneath her warm, furry cloak, she moved through the crowd. Even in the later stages of pregnancy, the sorceress kept a certain grace and elegance. Her eyes, reflecting the dark night sky, caused them to be a stormy, dark colour, locked on the dark-haired man. As she passed him, she firmly grabbed his wrist, pulling him away from whatever pleasant or unpleasant situation he found himself in. Which happened to be rather close to a certain shed, he no doubt would recognise. She granted him a glance of the mercilessness in her eyes before she told.. no, demanded him to "Follow me." She was not letting him have a choice in the matter.