Searching, Ever Searching

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka entered the library slowly, her head bent over. For days now she had been searching through the books of old heraldry, looking for anything resembling the one clue she had of her parent's murderers. She hadn't had any luck yet, and not many books remained.

With a soft sigh, she opened the book she was currently looking through and began searching it. Birds..... hawks..... lions.... one had some stars on it, and her heart began to beat faster, but it wasn't what she was looking for. Finally she had looked through the enire book. Feeling desperate, she let the next book open up where it would. Nothing.

With a patient sigh, she flipped to the beginning and started looking through the entire book. Page after page was turned, page after page yielded no result. After several hours she placed her head in her hands and closed her eyes. When would it end? The haunting image rose up once again. "No!" she cried out, wrenching her head out of her hands and her eyes open. Desperately she continued searching. It had to be here somewhere......

[Viktor Delacro]

Here now was the girl he had been watching. She had a killer's wit to her. An instinct for fear and pain. Shewanted vengeance, and he watched her slowly learn to become a master of the art of death. It would be a matter of time before she was ripe for picking.

"Continuing your studies, young one?"

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

Kaldaka heard the voice. It was the one from the cememtary, curse him! A fire leapt up into her eyes for a moment before they went blank again. She sighed and pushed some of her hair back. "Searching," she replied softly. "Ever searching."

[Viktor Delacro]

"Searching? For answers to unknown questions, no doubt."

[Kaldaka/Traveller]

"No." Kaldaka murmured the words, her head bent over into her hands with her eyes closed. Oh sweet God, don't let me start a fight here! Her blood was boiling in rage. Suddenly she had a startling thought. What if he saw the piece of cloth she was using to search with? Instead of quickly grabbing it, she slid her hand over it slowly, knowing that that would attract less attention. "I have other more important things to do."