Burn it Down
Lasair and Bas come across sabotage secretly made by Gahariet, and make it worse.
Guro sabotage post.
414 Word Count (+4) + 1 World Specific + 1 Magic Use +1 Character Mention = 7 x 2 Event = 14 Gold
Her fingers were laced with Basileios' as they took a stroll down the streets of Faline that night. The summer air was crisp, and they're both in love. She could finally say that now confidently, and the peeking glances she aimed at him in her plain disguise were almost shy, if one could ever consider Lasair even capable of being bashful.
They talked of this and that; how she met with that ambassador and the fellow with the eye at her favorite cafe, and he mentioned how he snuck a terrible rumor about Enchanter Guro during her speech. With a teasing jostle that he mustn't have been paying attention very well in that case, she replied that she doesn't mind it. Sabora and Guro are more or less the same to her, and she goes on to mention how horrifyingly, almost insultingly boring meeting the ambassador turned out to be. He was so adamant about supporting Guro, and she had her doubts about the veracity of his warclaim - so why not return the insult with a good little fun?
Then she paused, smelling smoke on the air. With a grin of delight on both of their faces, trouble-makers they both were, she pulled him towards the source, towards a wall littered with posters supporting the Enchanter, half of them set ablaze, the others scrawled with accusations.
'Drafter.' 'Warmonger.' 'She would see us all fall like tin soldiers.'
Lasair smothered a laugh into her hand. The timing of this was impeccable, and she decided to have a little innocent fun with her fiance. They were both hidden in her magic cloaks, so what was the harm?
Together they racked up a crowd, almost making it a game to see who could be the most dramatic outcrier as they watched each other's performance out of the corner of their eyes. Once done, they plied the tense crowd with lie after lie, each trying to top the other to see who could get the worst reaction. It wasn't so much about Guro herself, nor about Ambassador Divos, in the end - it was a dance between her and Basileios, the same dangerous thrill of riling chaos that made them fit so well together.
What they left behind to admire the flames that devoured those damning words was more akin to a mob than a crowd in the end. But they left hand in hand, laughing like two youths breathless and very much in love.