Emia had just awoken to the sound of her mother and father's voices being raised, though their specific words were muffled. Yawning, rising from her bed with a certain smile on her face, the young girl stepped out from atop her bed and onto the floor, wondering how her brother slept... They no longer shared a room, not with how big they've gotten. They may've been twins and the bestest of friends, but they now required their own rooms... Still, she pined for the days long before when they'd curl up together in one bed, hold each other to protect one another from bad dreams... If her brother wasn't awake this morning... she thought that's exactly what she'd do.
The brown-haired girl stepped out of her room and into the center of the house in nothing but her night-gown and scarf, only to be met with a scene of her mother rushing out the door, quickly followed by his father who was nearly out himself.
"Daddy...?" She called, her voice barely stopping Lanister before he slammed the door shut behind him. He looked panicked.... scared...
"Emia! Sweety... wait here for your brother. Breakfast is on the table." And like that... he was gone, slipping outside and shutting the door behind him. Needless to say, Emia was intensely confused, but the only real thing she caught was "Wait for your brother"... What did that mean?
"Izayah...?" She called throughout the house, hoping that his voice would answer her, that, she'd be met with his confident self... She was met with silence. Maybe he was just in some deep sleep or something... maybe he just had a nightmare and was having trouble waking up! The little girl walked to the next room over where her brother slept, cracking open the door and peering inside.
"Brother...?" There was no one inside.
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Lanister was right behind his wife on the idea of horse-back, taking his signature black-stallion from it's place in the stables and riding off in the direction of town. Instead of running right in, however, Lanister thoroughly checked every exterior road before going into town and doing the same, scanning the faces of each person he came across, praying to the gods that he'd find his little boy... Eventually, he came to his bar on one of the days that he was actually off duty... Without consideration for all those inside, Lanister shoved the door open, slamming it against the wall and getting everyone's attention.
"Lanister..." The current bartender remarked. "You aren't working toda-"
"Did ANY of you see my son?" He interrupted, staring at all inside. He must've looked like a mad-man but he didn't care. IZAYAH'S LIFE WAS AT STAKE. "He looks like me but with black hair and blue eyes." None of the patrons said a word, just looking from each other to Lanister, unsure of what to make of this. Seeing that is answers weren't here, the tainted blood left just as he came, quick, fast, and slamming the door shut behind him... He needed to find Nevayah... tell her of his failure...