[Session 41] Ransacked

by Robyn Stormwalker

She's sore and tired when she gets home after the escapade at the Brewery, very much looking forward to her bed. Thankfully she's not so tired that she doesn't notice her door is ajar when it shouldn't be.

Crouching to pull the dagger from her boot, she silently steps up to the door and pushes it open. No one’s here now, but the evidence of them being here was everywhere.

She notices the clothes first, not where they should be at all, strewn across the room, the dress pulled from its cover and shredded. She hurries to the bathroom and slams the door open to check that she really is alone before taking further stock of the damage.

Pots and pans are everywhere, as are papers and journals from years gone by, some also ripped beyond repair. Her chests are broken open, their contents scattered, and the jewellery box is missing. Her heart sinks; Freya’s pendant is missing also, the letters from her thrown across the floor. Robyn feels her throat tighten and eyes burn but, as much as it hurts, it is the letters that matter most.

Her composure, hastily pulled together, cracks when she sees the case of the lute has been tampered with. Terrified, Robyn gingerly opens the case. If they’d stolen it, surely they’d take the whole case?

She chokes a little when she sees the devastation inside, the precious instrument snapped at the neck, strings pulled apart and wood splintered. She rearranges the neck so its straight, carefully closing the lid, and gathered the case to her chest, her heart racing and eyes stinging with tears.

The first sob she makes startles even herself, but it’s enough to let the dam go. She slides to the floor, cradling the lute case, and let’s herself cry.

Reason is lost. They’re only things. Things don’t serve a purpose. Why get attached like this? But it doesn’t matter; they were things that were important to her. Robyn feels violated, her space, after taking so long to get used to it, invaded. In all her life, the only time she’s felt this unsafe was that time as a child, coming to the realisation that her father wasn’t coming home.

When she’s all cried out, Robyn pulls herself together, sets the lute aside, and gets to work recovering what she can. Practicality takes the space of grief as she formulates her next steps. She pauses at the door, wondering if she would ever want to come back, but leaves a letter and two months rent on the side. Now’s not the time to limit options.

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