Mystery of Blood and Honey

Diego and Syl came to see the body found yesterday, rising from the waters of the estuary, worried they might recognize it. No one did, as it was burned, and then bloated after a long time underwater. It was also missing its feet, as the main reason they were able to find it was because the body eventually ripped at the ankles, when it got tangled in some fisherman's net. Diego did not find the relief he was looking for. His colleague, Enzo, disappeared around a month ago.

Next to him, but still not bound to meet each other, is Syl. Eyes lost on the surface of the water. “Not her body”. They shrugged and walked away, not wanting to keep enduring the smell. “Not his either”.

Two city guards surveyed the operation. Seren, next to his companion Sven, waited for the corpse to touch the ground at the docks and carefully wrapped it with perfumed cloth. They then carried it to the barracks. The first one in a long time. He was not very fond of death.

Astra saw their brother Calla just the day before, when he nervously left, promising to come back home as he stood on the doorframe of their shop. He played idly with the wood of the outside walls, beautifully pyrographed by him a year ago, when he learnt to use his powers in a more delicate way. He blushed when Astra asked where he was going, so the herbalist decided to leave it at that, and Calla closed the door as the morning sun made his ring flash. Astra nervously touches her ring today, cold as ice, as she walks towards the warehouse’s plaza, behind the docks. Her brother did not come home yesterday.