Evellyn Godrick--Home

Evellyn went home.

It was the night of an annual gala her parents always attended, to schmooze with other rich people about how rich they were. She remembered dressing up for them as a child, loving the pretty gowns, but hating the hours of boring chit-chat she'd had to endure. Her father would make her perform her latest piece on the flute, or asked his friends to quiz her about her knowledge of history. She felt like a stage act, but not in a good way. She was performing for the sake of her father, not for herself.

The neighborhood was still and quiet at night. She was hooded and made sure no one noticed her walking up the steps to her home.

She took an old key from her side. Her mother had taken the house key from Evellyn after one of their many fights, but she had had copies made.


Just in case, she thought at the time. Like, if one of her parents were hurt and she needed to get in to get something, a tonic or potion, to help them.

Now she was coming to help herself.

She unlocked the large wooden door and stepped inside. The air was fresh and clean, unlike the musky air of the Segrac, or her cramped apartment in the city.

She walked up a small staircase and looked into her room. Pink bedding and curtains against the wooden walls. She snuck in and felt around the floor boards.

One tipped.

She gently lifted it, and pulled out a pink diamond. Her father had given it to her as a present for her last birthday home. Her mother took it from her after one of their many fights and stored it in the family safe.

Evellyn was smart enough to make it look like a burglary attempt a few weeks later. Then she hid it in the floorboards. When she left for life at Segrac, she didn't have the nerve to take it with her. IT was hers, she figured, but what would she do with it as a bard making a more humble wage? Wearing it around the city would only make her a target for pick-pockets. 

It would make for a large setting in a ring for a halfling, but was about medium sized for a human. Ostentatious on a halfling hand, but fitting for a noble Eladrin.

She had no idea where her parents had gotten it from. But now the group--they really needed to come up with a name; Ricin's Ragtag Team of Rascals?--might need it for something. Like Zorah's entry fee. Or supplies. Or items for rituals and potions. Or food, if they really had to go underground at some point.

She pocketed the diamond, gently replaced the floorboard, walked out the door, and locked it.