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Lyonette du Marquin

  1. Eyonlett
  2. Heartbreaker Lyonette
  3. Lionette Solstice
  4. Lionette Solstice (Alias)
  5. Lyon
  6. Lyonette
  7. Lyonette the Extremely Stressed
  8. Lyonette the Fiery
  9. Lyon (Nickname)
  10. Lyon Solstice
  11. Lyon Solstice (Alias)
  12. Princess of the Hearth
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2.25
Last mentioned in chapter
Interlude – Halfseekers (Pt. 5)

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2.25 She was dying. Lyonette du Marquin registered this fact with bitter acceptance. She lay in the snow and knew it.
2.25 She’d stopped moving. Lyonette knew she should keep moving, keep walking, but she was too tired. The biting, painful cold had stopped a while ago, and now she was feeling almost warm.
2.25 They had done this. The mongrels and lizard folk. Lyonette clung to life for a few more seconds just so she could hate for a while longer.
2.25 The world was cold. Lyonette lay still on the ground. She looked up into the cold, grey sky and breathed out. Her eyes closed and—
2.25 Erin charged over the top of the hill and skidded down the side. She ran straight towards Lyon, but didn’t see the girl. Lyonette saw Erin approaching first with incredulity, then hope, and then alarm when she realized the girl wasn’t stopping.
2.25 Lyonette felt a foot slam into her stomach and then Erin landed on top of her. The young girl gasped as Erin flailed about frantically.
2.25 “My name is Lyonette.”
2.25 That was how the girl introduced herself after Erin had stoked the fire, gathered as many blankets as possible, and made some hot soup. Lyonette sat in front of the fire, shivering, cold, and now, suddenly, imperious.
2.25 The girl looked around the inn and sniffed. Erin wondered if she had any tissues, when Lyonette looked back at her.
2.25 Lyonette stood up, shedding her blankets. She stared hard at Erin.
2.25 Lyonette looked hurt and reproachful. Erin’s friendly smile didn’t waver.
2.25 Lyonette’s face went blank for a second and her eyes flicked to Erin and then away. Erin had a sneaking suspicion the shivering girl was trying to think up a lie.
2.25 “I’m giving you one chance, Lyonette. One. That’s all. Either work for me at this inn, or try to get to another city, but if you go, I won’t save you even if you die a foot outside my inn.”
2.25 Lyonette stared at Erin, her pleasant mask gone as well. Her brow and nose wrinkled and she hissed at Erin.
2.25 Lyonette stared with hostility at Ceria, who didn’t look that welcoming either. Erin opened her mouth, but Ceria put her good hand on Erin’s arm.
2.25 Lyonette sneered at Ceria, but with a trace of fear.
2.25 Lyonette backed away, nearly stepped in the fire, and screamed. Erin watched as she backed towards the corner of the room, turned, saw Toren standing there, and screamed again.
2.25 It was almost funny, except that Lyonette had even less fondness for Erin’s skeleton, if that were possible.
2.25 Erin and Ceria were discussing the problem with the Gnolls—and Ceria was adamant that there would be one—when Lyonette stood up. She left her clean plate and neatly arranged silverware on the table and stared at Erin, ignoring Ceria completely.
2.25 The next day, Erin decided that yesterday had been a bad start. Yes, Lyonette had been rude, uncooperative, sneaky…the point was that tomorrow or rather, today, was a new day. Lyon could be different. She and Erin might really hit it off.
2.25 After a few minutes of irritated blinking at Erin, Lyonette scowled at her boss.
2.25 Erin screamed the words in Lyonette’s ear and the girl scrambled out of bed and away from her in an instant. It wasn’t quite as loud as when Erin had performed her one-woman one-iPod concert—she didn’t want to wake someone in the city—but it was still loud enough to deafen.
2.25 “I am Lyonette. You will address me by my full name or not at all!”
2.25 “I’m sorry you don’t like it, but it’s a nickname. I’ll try to call you Lyonette if you want, but you can’t overreact, and you will listen to me. Got it?”
2.25 Lyonette glared at Erin. It was a good glare; full of hauteur and unrighteous anger and some genuine imperious force behind it. But Erin had been stared at by dead Goblins, an Antinium Queen, and angry Drakes capable of ripping her head off. She was the better starer.