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[Nayeli]

( L A D Y N A Y E L I )
Featuring
Turin, Leilani, & Awiti

"What do you mean, Turin?"

[/color] Anger could be heard in my voice as I looked at my brother. My black hair was a bit messy, but that was normal since evening was approaching. My ice blue eyes stared into his dark brown ones, looking at me straight. "Our sister, bought a slave, gave it our last name."[/color] I could not believe what I was hearing. Did she not talk to us first? She was coming into town and had sent Turin a letter explaining it all. I reread it again. She was helping the girl by giving her a new life, sure that was great, but she was a slave, her skin was dark, nearly black, and her hair was black as well.

I could not believe this, looking at the paper on the dining table as food was brought to us by the servants. I took the wine they brought and drank most of it in my glass. I would have a headache in the early morning, but I was going insane with wonder. Why had she done this without consulting us first. I looked at my brother once more and finally set down, knowing she would be joining us soon. She was probably coming through the city now and I hoped that her guard could tell me more, but someone how I highly doubted it.

"Lady Nayeli?" I turned to see a servant and I beckoned him forward. "My Lady... Someone wishes to speak with you." I let out a sigh. My duties never seemed to end and I nodded quickly. Telling them to send the person in.
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[Emma]

“Veela.”
“Mmhmm?”
“Veela! Nyx, you’re so deucedly erratic!”
“What?” She broke out of her dreamy reverie.
“Veela, you must know that Pele has… changed?”
“Of course, silly! Nobody stays the same after two hundred years!”
“No, physically changed.”
“Did she finally get a tan? She always needed one.”

Despite myself and the fact that Veela was my twin sister, I gave her the look. One where I simply sat and marvelled, ‘She can’t be that naïve… or gullible.’

I hadn’t seen our oldest sister Pele for two centuries, and for Veela, even longer. She had only very recently come out of hiding from somewhere in the Spine to join the Cathedral, and being the most powerful sorceress in our family next to our mother, had been inducted very quickly into the Hand. Upon finding this out, I had ecstatically arranged a meeting. Being reunited with her would relieve and aid a great deal of my problems. However, like Veela and I, Pele had not gone without her fair share of tragedies- she had become a vampire, and not willingly. During the brief time I’d spoken with her through a scrying mirror, she had let out a hint of some secret, much deeper pain. I had as well, without meaning to. But answers would come once we saw her.

Our meeting with Pele was also going to be a meeting with Leilani Richards, who had personally come to my court in the autumn to discuss a matter of the utmost importance- a matter that somehow involved humans. However, my castle had been assaulted by a one-man army known as Kyprioth Smithson, and she’d been forced to leave for her own safety. Smithson appeared to have gone into hiding, and now with the lull in city duties thanks to the coming Renaissance, I had decided to pay her a visit myself to find out what it was she had wanted so badly. Veela, naturally, was coming along too, as was Pele, who was already there to pay a visit to the king on the Prophet’s orders.

Dreading what I was going to see, I parted the curtain of our smart horse-drawn black carriage. We were passing through Lowtower now, the poor district of Carvala. Evening was falling, the sun slipping into the distant Spine like a golden coin into a pocket of green velvet, and the worst of the thugs were coming out. With the Richards’ hospitality, it would be better if we spent the night at the palace. Eyes were on our carriage, beggars and cutthroats leering and hating us for being rich. They thought us pigs. I took care not to let my face show. If they saw that I was an elf on top of being rich, the carriage would likely be attacked. I drew the curtain back, leaning against my seat with a groan.

“Don’t worry, Rusalka. The Renaissance Gala is next week! I’m so excited! There’ll be dancing and peasants giving performances and important people-”
“I’m not going to that Gala, Veela,” I said. “And neither are you.”
She looked thunderstruck. “But-”
“It’s a fool’s notion, elves and humans mixing. It’ll be dangerous.”
“But everyone will be there! Everyone! You-” She stopped, her blue eyes bulging as she met my unflinching gaze.
“You are not going to that Gala. Is that clear, Veela?”
No answer.
“Veela?” I said, a touch too harshly.
She turned away. Veela never got angry, and I became concerned I’d been too hard on her. I’d never been particularly well-versed in being comforting. I reached towards her, but she suddenly rounded on me, smiling enormously.
“Rusalka, I almost forgot to tell you! I GOT MARRIED AGAIN!”
It was my turn to be thunderstruck.
“He’s such a nice man, and he’s filthy rich too! You won’t have to do those little odd jobs anymore! We can finance Ceunon on our own and-”

There was a heavy thump, and then the carriage came to a screaming halt. I immediately took Veela into my arms and behind me, ready to fend off any attackers. For a moment, there was silence, and then the door of our carriage was roughly pulled at. Veela instinctively buried her head in my neck, having an enormous aversion to violence of any kind. No matter how far I had buried her most horrible memories, she had never lost her terror of being harmed. The door, however, did not budge. A woman swore viciously, and then pulled at it again. When it refused once more, there was an infuriated banging.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Open the bloody door!”

The voice, harsh and deep with a Saxon accent, was immediately recognizable. But I still kept my guard up. Carefully, I removed the heavy lock on the door, and let it creak open. A figure, cloaked and hooded in rich purple silk, slammed the door open all the way. I saw feral yellow eyes where they had used to be green, and pale skin, but the crimson tresses and the death glare were more than enough to cement it really was who I thought it was. Veela dove out of my arms, screaming Pele’s name, and despite being half her girth and strength, nearly knocked her over into the snow. The following interaction consisted of Veela sobbing embarrassingly loudly while Pele attempted to shove her off, before eventually relenting and attempting to comfort her hysteria.

I stepped out of the carriage in a far more regal movement, waiting patiently for Veela’s joyful tantrum to die off. In this moment, I took the time to glance around myself. We were almost at Hightower, having been stopped at one of the walls that ran directly into the palace. Snow covered the walls, and here on the road, it had mixed with the mud to form a slushy brown substance that unpleasantly stuck to my shoes. The sun would disappear from sight in a few minutes. I turned back to my sisters. Veela had finally pried herself off of Pele. After a moment of hesitation, I walked towards her and enveloped my older sister in an embrace, closing my eyes. Old memories, both joyful and painful, filled me, and I found myself with the powerful, shameful urge to shed tears.

“Pele-” I started.
“Can it wait till we’re inside?” She released me and raised her arms, pulling back a long sleeve. I then bore witness to the unpleasant sight of her skin beginning to smoke and burn. “I can only survive so long in the sun.” She folded the sleeve back. “Come along, ladies.”

She turned and walked away, flipping a gold coin at the carriage driver. Assuming that we were now walking, despite only being at the edge of Hightower, I followed. Veela was more than happy to skip along behind Pele, eagerly informing her of her most recent marriage. Hot emotions and memories still made my head spin. Irritated with myself, I focussed on the reality of the situation. Pele was here, and we were almost at Nayeli’s court. I would need a clear head for the negotiations, and the good or bad events that might result from them. I had to do whatever Azuan asked of me- but my allegiance, and well-being, depended on Dellanir. Pleasing them both was a tremendous chore.

Pele led us past the gate, head held high, and into a small alcove in the wall. I ducked past it, my dress brushing against the freezing stone. I had desperately wanted to wear my old ceremonial uniform from back when I was an army commander in Saxony, but Veela had been quite adamant that I look like a woman on this particular meeting. Considering how upset she was over not going to the Gala, I supposed it was the least I could do to make it up for her. The dress was strapless and pale blue, with silver bangles on my wrists and a gleaming silver necklace set with a large sapphire. A pale azure sash that started at my waist, wrapped around my left shoulder and then went to the floor along my skirt completed the entire thing, as did my dainty sky blue shoes.

My wavy black hair was a bit more military-style, tied back in a knot with my curls cascading down my back. I’d also refused any makeup except for a soft moisture balm for my lips. I carried no weapons, which bothered me- but should we run into trouble, Pele was more than enough protection. She had raised my daughter, after all. At any rate, I did not stand out next to Veela, who, with her strawberry blonde hair piled onto her head and wearing a risqué scarlet dress that bared her shoulders and cleavage and clung tightly to her curves, looked like a bombshell. A ruby brooch was around her neck, and long red gloves pulled across her forearms. The skirt fanned out at her feet, hiding her flaming red pumps. She walked with her head held high, beaming.

Pele took us through the strange, tiny corridor until it opened up into a proper hallway, where the occasional slave scurried through. Most of them left the way clear for Pele, but not without bows of respect- those who didn’t give Pele the respect she deserved would likely receive a fireball to the face. The hallways eventually became richer and more elegant, carpets spanning their floors, golden statues and paintings lining the walls, and the number of guards became more numerous. Despite the respect Veela and I received, there was much barely-concealed hostility- many war refugees lived in Carvala, and few were fond of elves. I wished I could have brought my sabre along with me.

“HALT!” came a booming voice, startling me to a halt. “State your business in the Countess’s Court!”
“I am Pele Lahela Serowë, Oracle of the Hand,” snapped Pele, removing her hood. “These are my sisters Veela and Rusalka Venali, Countesses of Ceunon. Take us to Leilani Richards, now.”

Words;; 1672
Muse;; Kind of... not-Rusalka-y.
Thoughts;; NOT MY BEST, EHH.

[dantieduurden]

Darek was on one of his many random trips that he did looking for art and he never knew exactly where he would end up. It just so happened that this time it was in the human capital. " Lets go visit the royalty saying I shall be sending Dantie this year to the ball instead of myself." Darek decided as he began his walk towards high tower. All the while he kept his hood up, keeping his features from unwelcome eyes, to those unsavory few who would come in contact with him, well they would be dinner.

As Darek walked down the cobblestone roads his scarlet staff in hand he saw one of the royals with what appeared to be her slave and he slowly walked up to her. " My lady Leilani what are you doing so far out here with no guards? It is not safe for one of your status to be so...unprotected." Darek said as he finally thought of the word. " If you would allow me the curtsy I would happily walk you back to your manner for I myself had matters to attend to there." Then with a slight bow Darek held out his hand and said " The name is Darek Von' Cleft by the way. " And with that Darek waited for her answer, as he did this he kept his eyes open though. It was not unheard of after all to be pick pocketed in this city and not even knowing it until you had arrived at your destination with no money.

[Nayeli]

( L A D Y N A Y E L I )
Featuring
Turin, Leilani, & Awiti

Leilani had to be crazy, but I knew that things like this were always happening, I should not have been surprised to know that it was Leilani who had done it. She held a good heart, but I wished she had come to us before she gave the girl our name and also treated her like she had been treated. Turin had set down with me, patting my hand with his own. He was stunned himself, but he knew better then to allow his anger to come out. ”Calm down sister… No need to get yourself worked up when you day is nearly at an end.”

[/color] He was right, there was no need, though I wished she had come to us first. I smoothed back my hair, drinking the rest of my wine, beckoning my servant to bring some more. It was a light wine, with a sweet taste and I enjoyed it. I would not get drunk off it either. ”What else does it say?”[/color] I did not want to think much about what was going on, but it seemed not to matter.

About that time, a young man came in, very noble. If I was not mistaken, it was another suitor that my uncle was sending to me once again, however, I was mistaken. ”Malady, forgive me for disturbing you. I am Paul Simon and I come to ask for some assistance.” I looked to my brother, standing from the table and walking to him. He took my hand and kissed it, he held a strong accent and I smiled at him for a moment before he lifted himself, my brother walked over behind me and waited for what he had to say. ”We have had some problems in Lowtower.” This was a daily occurrence, but it was hard to do anything with someone being concerned. ”Young girls are being rapped and women beaten... We would like to know if you could send more troops to fix it up and possible some of your gardeners to replant some of the places that have been destroyed.” I looked to my brother for a moment.

”I will talk to my brother this evening and we will work something out… I will go ahead and send guards tonight…”[/color] I snapped my fingers, bring guards over to me. I ordered them to escort Paul back home and then I turned back to my table and set back down in my seat. As I was sitting, someone else came in and I turned to see a suited Soldier coming towards me. I stood, my face was taunt and as I got closer, he bowed and then stood straight, looking at my brother and me. ”Malady… Three people, Elves come to request a audience with Lady Leilani.” I look to my brother who showed me a letter and I read it quickly. Brother, the evening I arrive, others came come to have a Audience with me… Please be sure Nayeli shows them kindness. They are the Elves of Ceunon. I lifted my head slightly and then nodded, beckoning him to send them in.

”Why would they need an Audience with Leilani?”[/color] Turin looked at me for a moment, knowing something that I did not. I walked over to him, about to ask when I heard the doors open to my dining room. I beckoned a Servant over to me, ordering to bring out more plates and have rooms set up for the Countesses of Ceunon. I walked around the table, watching as the bowed before me. Turin came over, kissing the hands of each as a gentleman should. ”Welcome Pele Serowë, Veela, and Rusalka Venali. It is a pleasure to finally meet you all.”[/color] I stood, looking at each quickly to see what they were all like.

Pele wore a purple silk cloak, the hood laid back on her back, her hair was a crimson color and her eyes were feral looking, yellow like a cat. I had heard many stories of Pele, but I decided not to listen them, for fear they would be wrong. I knew elves were powerful, though I did not like them very much, I knew that were strong and far stronger then any person I had met. I looked at her for a moment, knowing she was possible one of the most powerful that I had ever been in contact with. I then allowed my eyes to settle on Veela, held strawberry blond hair and a scarlett dress that was beyond beautiful. She ad a ruby brooch around her neck and I had to admire it for a moment. Red gloves covered her hands and forearm and her skirt fanned out over her feet, hiding her shoes, which I was sure to be red. It was then that I turned my head to Rusalka, who held no makeup on her face, of course, neither did I… I hated the stuff more then anything. Her dress was a strapless pale blue dress, with silver on her wrist and a beautiful necklace with a sapphire around her neck. It was beautiful and I had to admit that elves were beyond beautiful.

”Please, sit down, my sister should be here shortly.”[/color] I said, knowing that it was possible she could walk through those doors quickly. She had already surprised me once by telling me, through Turin, of the slave she had basically Adopted. I glanced at the letter once again, seeing that the girl was fourteen years of age. I pulled my black dress around my body as I seated myself, my fatigue could be seen easily. Turin was dressed in his normal commanding uniform, but he was not nearly as tired as I was.

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”I d-doubt they will like me, Leilani.”[/color] Awiti’s voice touched my ears as we rode in the carriage. I had the guards met me outside the large city in order to protect the carriage as we arrived. If we had arrived earlier in the day, this would have been different, but due to things going on, things had to be different. ”Do not worry, Awiti Ekere Richards… Everything will be fine.” I smiled at the young black slave child, who was no longer a slave in my eyes. She wore a beautiful light green dress, almost an ocean green, like when the waves crashed against the sands of the coast. Her hair had been fixed into a beautiful bun, the ends spiked on the ends and the front of her fore head had some settled into a loop slightly. Her hands were covered in the same color gloves and on her hip was a simple dagger meant for protection. The handle was silver and the blade as well. I glanced out the window of the carriage, sighing at the people who lived lives of sin.

I set back up, my beautiful pink dress held long sleeves, the dress hit the floor, made of wool to keep me warm during the winter months. A silver lace went around my waist, the extra string going down the front of the dress towards the middle. Around my neck was a pink stone on a simple leather string, one was on Awiti too, but it was a light green. She was still very scared about everything around her, but I keep on reassuring her. Sean was not with us, but that was okay, he had to practice or something for the performance he would be giving to the people at the party in a few nights. As I set back, I heard the many horses go ahead and then, within only a few seconds, we came to a halt and the sound of cursing came from my driver. I opened the door, grabbing a black cloak to go over my body. ”Driver?”[/color] He looked at me and then jumped off the carriage, the horses were not happy with the abrupt stop either. Awiti did the same, grabbing a cloak and putting her hood up. ”I am sorry Malady… We are not that far from the castle, but the wheel here as broken… I hate to ask this of you, but I can’t leave my horses.” I put my hand up. ”Awiti and I can walk from here. I am sure the guards will be up ahead.”[/color] He nodded, taking the carriage off the horses and begging for my forgiveness, which I gave quickly. The snow was more mud and snow and I took Awiti on my arm.

As we walked, her hood feel, along with my own. I knew this road very well, the gates were not far ahead. As we continued to walk, I heard someone and turned to see someone coming towards me. Though, I was no fighter, my hand was under the cloak, on my hidden dagger. ”My lady Leilani what are you doing so far out here with no guards? It is not safe for one of your status to be so...unprotected." I looked at him for a moment, wondering what it was this man wanted, pointing out such a thing in such a place. ”If you would allow me the curtsy I would happily walk you back to your manner for I myself had matters to attend to there." I looked at him for a moment, nodding. I looked at Awiti who was looking down and staying hidden behind me. ”Of course, my sister and I would be very welcome to that.”[/color] I could see the slight confusion, but I batted that away and took his arm. ”The name is Darek Von' Cleft by the way.” I nodded to him, Awiti stayed slightly behind and on my other side. I looked ahead, seeing the castle looming over the low and hightower.
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[kyou]

[/i] her head turned to see a pair of grey eyes looking at her. it was her knight, bradley, who had come to warn her. it was sweet of him to be caring for her, but this was quite the usual. in order not to be seen by the man, she needed to leave every hour in order to make it look as if she wasn't spying on him. bradley took down her time and fortunately, she didn't need to stay there anymore. she had enough information at the moment. bradley helped her up, holding her hand gently and tightly while she stood up. he put on her cloak for her, a dark violet cloak that showed that she had wealth, but it did not give away the idea that she was a noble.

she walked out of the pub, letting the breeze of warm air hit her. her eyes flickered towards bradley who merely smiled at her before looking his usual serious expression. so far, lyra had seen that bradley had a rather difficult time smiling. he was either frowning or he just had some blank expression on his face. she brushed the idea out of her mind while they walked to a pair of horses. the dark haired boy helped the noble up on her horse. her cloak was draped across the horse elegantly. lyra held on to her horses reins as she watched her knight get on his own horse. she felt pleased that bradley was her knight and no other woman's. he was very handsome, she had noticed. over the years he had grown and he was much a bachelor with many women. it was a pity she could never have him. she laughed to herself. it was a ridiculous idea. bradley was merely like a brother to her. they were best friends, though when it came down to master and 'servant', she held more power. even though he was from a rather wealthy family like herself, she was still a lady. so, it was natural that she held some more power. though, they were still good friends, they always remembered not to mix in too many emotional feelings when working. the horses clopped and clipped through the village. they were making their way towards a larger castle like structure that belonged to the lady nayeli. lyra wanted to visit her, just as a friend. they weren't the best of friends, yes, but lyra hoped that nayeli would not mind her to just drop in to have a small chat with her. of course, they could always talk business, but lyra usually had a way of changing the topic easily into something more relaxing.

bradley? you can leave now. i'll be fine on my own from here on.[/b] she told her knight who only gave a small nod before shifting his horse towards the left side of the village. he knew she could take care of herself, so it was alright for her to be alone. as she arrived, she spotted a couple of people outside and looking rather...well, uptight. not relaxed at all. as she got closer, a small smile graced her lips while she greeted in a loud yet lady like tone. lady leilani![/b] it would of been rude to ignore the other woman, so once getting a tolerable distance, lyra looked as if she was innocently looking from one person to the other. ah, who's this? well, no matter. i'm the lady lyra. it's a pleasure to meet you...lady...?[/b] she trailed off, wanting to know more of this girl beside the niece of the king. lyra let her hood down, her dark curls tumbling down her shoulders. the locks of her hair looked perfectly curled while draping her shoulders elegantly. like a lady should look. her blue eyes then looked down at some boy that had been there for a little while, as if he was bugging the ladies. raising a brow, lyra smiled in a business like way while asking ever so politely,

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[Emma]

“Their request for an audience has been granted. Let them through!”

The two stalwart guards barring the way to the throne room grit their teeth and stood aside to unlock the doors. As they unwound the intricate array of bolts and woven locks, I could see- even through the narrow visors of their helmets- open distrust and hatred clouding their eyes. I had come from a land where elves ruled supreme in their Empire, and were looked upon with respect and fear. Here, they were nearly as deplorable as the Shades. I allowed myself a tiny smirk at the sheer irony of the situation. If I had been born here rather than in Saxony, things might have turned out very different. For one, I’d have been allowed to participate in the Blue Divide.

I’d spent the entire day in Carvala, surrounded by quivering peasants, human peasants to boot. Malandra had ordered me here to meet with Azuan Angrenost, the king with a penchant for lies, sadism, and narcissism, in order to discuss the events of the Gala happening later in the week. I wasn’t going to go near the accursed event, and Azuan, in a very familiar show of cowardice, would not be appearing either. But plans had to be worked out and cemented, and Malandra was in a very bad mood. I had to admit some time away from the Cathedral would do me some good- and besides, I finally, finally, after centuries of my mother’s meddling, had my sisters with me.

As the doors swung open on neatly oiled hinges, I glanced at both of them. Fraternal twins. Completely unalike. Rusalka, the seasoned military commander, with a razor wit and flair who never, under any circumstances, let out the smallest indication of the pain within. Veela, who had no memory of any of the terrible suffering she’d undergone, and so believed the world was made of sunshine and rainbows. Both irritating beyond compare, and both the only two people who could make me truly, completely happy.

But I wasn’t. Something nagged at the back of my mind. It was guilt, I’d realized long ago, a deep penetrating guilt that I’d been carrying around for some time. It coiled like a poisonous viper within my belly every time I looked at both of them. Veela, for not protecting her and her child from the violent psychopath she’d once called her husband. Rusalka, for losing her precious daughter. I had blatantly failed the both of them, and that realization made me feel very ill. And that put me in the mood for destruction. When the doors were opened, I strode in, eyes fixed on the room before me.

The throne room, I was somewhat surprised to see, was empty. Decorated in red trimmed with gold, the colours of the king, the only souls inside were two soldiers guarding the many artefacts on display, and one slave boy who had called to let us in. He bowed respectfully, and led us towards another door- ornate and beautifully decorated but not comparable to the main entrance. Once there, he scurried inside, bowing deeply before letting us through. Rusalka walked in front, with Veela following closely, holding my hand, and I took the rear, glaring suspiciously behind us before entering.

I looked around what I immediately recognized as a private dining room, with a small banquet table that could seat perhaps ten people. Scurrying slaves were preparing three settings for me and my sisters. Across from them were two people, whom I immediately looked over. I frowned. Two young humans, a man and a woman, had stood to greet us. The Richards were well-known for their attractive, very Broddring features- cream-skinned, dark-haired, and taller than average. I recognized them from portraits as Nayeli Richards, Countess of Carvala, and her brother Turin Richards of the militia. However, I couldn’t help but notice most of all that Leilani was strangely missing.

“Welcome Pele Serowë, Veela, and Rusalka Venali. It is a pleasure to finally meet you all.”

I eyed them both, and saw that they were markedly different in bearing and personality. Turin was very calm, even approaching us to give us, most annoyingly, kisses on the hands. Rusalka’s face was expressionless when he kissed hers; Veela squealed with joy and even bounced around a little; and I simply rolled my eyes and sighed. He had inquisitive brown eyes, and didn’t reveal any fear or resentment of us. Nayeli, meanwhile, looked tired and annoyed, and when she looked at us, her icy blue eyes were deathly emotionless- but I could feel the suspicion she harboured. I was not surprised. I hoped, however, that it would not make the negotiations unnecessarily difficult.

“My Lady,” I said in a sharp, carrying voice, and I bowed, my sleeves sweeping the floor. Veela pulled off her most adorable curtsy. Rusalka’s hand flinched, probably about to salute, but then she remembered where she was and copied Veela.
“Please, sit down, my sister should be here shortly.”

I strode over to the near side of the table, opposite Nayeli and Turin, and sat down, tossing my red hair and rearranging my cloak. Then I glared at my settings. Considering I was no longer an elf, I no longer ate solid food. I doubted, however, that I would be offered any blood at this particular meal. Veela bounced to the table, and then sat down with all the trained grace of a proper lady, touching up her hair. Rusalka was very stoic in her movements, eyeing both Richards. I knew she had never been fond of humans. Neither had I. Veela found them very charming, for some ridiculous reason.

“Thank you for your hospitality, your Graces,” she said. “So tell me, how was your-”
“Your younger sister,” said Rusalka in her rich accent, wanting to get straight to the point, “visited our castle three months ago. She expressed deep interest in discussing a certain matter that was never revealed to us- we were intercepted by an armed intruder and were forced to send Lady Leilani home for her own safety.”
“What a horrible man,” whispered Veela. “He killed one of our guards! Right in front of us!” She shook her head. “Can you believe that?”
“She wished to speak only with Veela and myself, but our sister Pele of the Cathedral is also here because I believe she will be useful during these negotiations.”
And for protection, I thought, but said nothing out loud. I was the oldest daughter, but Rusalka dominated me in the territory of diplomacy.
“Please excuse her being here, and her…” she looked at me apologetically, but I just rolled my eyes. It was better to get it out now than to have the Richards find out themselves. “… race. I assure you that she only feeds on prisoners.”
And pretentious fools, I thought, but again said nothing.

Words;; 1150
Muse;; FORCED.
Thoughts;; Definitely not my best. I haven't written with Pele in at least a year.

[dantieduurden]

Darek was confused as the lady took his arm but then steadily became comfortable enough moving his wings a small distance away from her elbows. " So why is it that you were..." Just then another lady came up who he supposed was familiar with the human Nobel and began to speak with her. Darek kindly waited but was puzzled when the lady looked at him and called him a boy.." Ma'am I assure you that I am much older then you, though I may be just as tall." and with a good heated laugh Darek let it just breeze right off of him waiting for the two lady's to be done with there conversation. As he waited he looked at the Darek skinned child and turned a little so that he could speak with her. " You remind me of some friends...Do you happen to come from the Hardac desert child?" Darek asked her as he held out his hand. " I am the blessed son."

[Nayeli]

( L A D Y N A Y E L I )
Featuring
Turin, Leilani, & Awiti

”Does the work of a Noble woman ever stop?”

[/color] My brother barked out in amusement as one of the servers filled my glass once again. I chuckled slightly, swirling the liquid in my glass before sipping it. I could not help but shake my own head at him for a mere moment, looking at him as I did so. ”No, though sometimes I wish it for only a few mere seconds… Though our uncle insist on keep me as busy as possible.” Turin chuckled in slight amusement as I drank on my wine. He stood behind his chair, looking towards the door momentarily as he heard something. He always heard something, he seemed to hear everything that was going on within’ the castle. He knew when something was wrong and when I needed to move, which was why he was may main guard and commander of the armies.

My uncle had his own things, though I barely ever knew what they were, but as my mother had once said to me, my brother, and my sister, ”You uncle is nothing more then a joke, at least you three hold some form of honor in your work.” And though, it was the truth, many did not believe it. My work dealt mostly with this city for the time being, trying to make it suitable for all people who lived here. My brother, he worked in the other cities doing the same and then Leilani, she made sure things were good with our alliances, though, the few we had, she had her own plan to help everyone. ”Well, you know Uncle…”[/color] He was cut off by my own words. ”Yes, lying and dumb.”[/color] He laughed at me for a moment, however, I could hear the sound of walking.

The guards knew where we were and it surprised me that they came through the throne room, instead of going down the main hall and into the dinning room, which would have lead to our private room. I just shook my head, trying to smooth back my once neat pony tail. I never let my hair down unless I felt the need and even then, it was a rarity. My sister had been blessed with locks unlike my own, mine were straight and held no curl. They did not even hold buoyancy, only flat, which made it easy for me to take care of. It was also easy for me to braid it and be ready for a fight. As I heard the sound of a door open, I stood, seeing first Rusalka and then they all followed suit.

I had already ordered the servers to bring extra food out for our guest, however, I did not know of Leilani coming with two others, I was sure to find out soon enough. My brother had gone forward to greet, he was always known as the charmer in our family, though he rarely tried, the attention he gave was wanted mostly by Veela. Turin rose, moving aside and pulling the chairs out for our guest. He was not this formal with my sister and I, and I wanted to punch him, but I refrained, he was never formal with family unless with a crowd and then he had no choice in the matter. I wished they had come at a better time, but I was sure my sister knew they were coming, which caused my own worry… Where was she? I did not allow the worry to show on my face… I was already tired, worry would just add more strain on my face and I already looked old at my young age. As I greeted them, I saw first Pele bow before me, after giving a formal, ”My Lady.” However, slightly sharp, I did not mind. Elves and Humans had a tense relationship, but like my brother and sister, I tried not to judge them. I wanted to give a example to my people and guards, which a few stood beside the doors as normal guards, I glanced at them, seeing the slightly surprise as to my own reaction with them.

I beckoned them to sit down, knowing that it would be best to at least sit then stand. I motioned to a server to come and fill the glasses with a drink, though, it was a bit stronger then wine, it was sweet. Pele set opposite me and my brother. Veela and Rusalka set together just beside Veela, leaving a place for Leilani beside me and a place beside Turin for Awiti, the slave girl my sister had bought to keep from being rapped by the nobles. I was sure if she had extra money, she would have bought the whole lot, but then she would have no choice but to put them to work in the field, though, many would find her kindness much better then those of slave drivers.

“Thank you for your hospitality, your Graces,” I looked at Veela and I smiled, not minding at all. The server brought out some rolls first, though I knew that elves were a bit pickier about their food, I hoped that they would enjoy, all the same. “So tell me, how was your-” She was cut off abruptly by Rusalka. “Your younger sister,” I looked at her for a moment, wondering what caused the quick cut off. “visited our castle three months ago. She expressed deep interest in discussing a certain matter that was never revealed to us- we were intercepted by an armed intruder and were forced to send Lady Leilani home for her own safety.” I nodded, I had heard from Leilani herself. ”Yes, Turin and I heard. She never revealed it to us either… She is always quick to go out on her own missions, without our knowledge.”[/color] I said, glancing at Turin who drank some of the drink, sitting it down slightly. Something was written on his face, I could see it. Other, probably not so much, but I was his sister, I knew these things about him.

Veela continued about the man being horrible, killing the guard before them and then asking me if I believed it. I nodded. Anyone could do anything, I did not put that judgment behind anyone. “She wished to speak only with Veela and myself, but our sister Pele of the Cathedral is also here because I believe she will be useful during these negotiations.” I nodded towards them, understanding it all completely. I knew quickly that my sister would not called them here or go to them without having a firm reason. She is always wanting to make sure people on both sides are taken care of. She wanted things to be okay between the elves and the humans, as best as they could be. ”My sister is always trying to make things work between everyone, she hates fighting, would rather the war be taken out in a courtroom and worked through, then lives to be taken.”[/color] I said. Turin did not speak, his eyes were focused on the doors. He had always had a firm relationship with my sister, and I touched his hand, gaining his attention. ”Go, if you are worried so much… Meet her out at the gate.”[/color] He stood, giving a quick good bye and that he would be back and then he moved. I shook my head as he went inside the closest beside the entrance to the private dininghall and replaced his weapons in case things got ugly.

“Please excuse her being here, and her…” I looked at Pele for a moment, seeing her ownself was a different race then her sisters. ”… race. I assure you that she only feeds on prisoners.” I nodded towards her. ”She will be treated no differently then any guest in this castle… Though I do have a few prisoners…”[/color] I smiled… I had a cruel mind sometimes and mostly because of the years of training I went through to prove to my uncle I was cut out for this job and as of this moment, I was regretting it. ”Anyway, since we are waiting the arrival of my sister, how was your travel here?”[/color] I just wanted to keep a conversation going mostly. It was something I was use to during dinner, the idea of keeping a conversation going was normally to me.

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The confusion was normal whenever I mentioned Awiti Ekere as my sister. Mostly because of the fact Awiti was a dark skinned girl from a far away land and I was a white skinned noble of this land. It was rather a funny thing and I smiled at Awiti as we began to walk towards the castle, moving down the road. ”So why is it that you were..." I turned as I heard the sound of hoofbeats coming from behind me and smiled as I saw who it was. Darek seemed to stop as well, turning to see who was coming upon us and I gave him a slightly, apologetic look. ”Lady Leilani!” I smiled up at her as she dismounted her beast and approached us before stopping a confortable distance. I knew Lyra through my Sister, Nayeli, who was always finding friends with weird talents. But, Lyra was a sweet person, nice beyond her years, it was nice to actually get to knew the girl through my few times being at the castle. ”ah, who's this? well, no matter. i'm the lady lyra. it's a pleasure to meet you...lady...?” She inquired quickly about Awiti, who Darek had turned to.

”You remind me of some friends...Do you happen to come from the Hardac desert child?" She looked slightly at his outstretched hand for a moment. “I am the blessed son." Since I knew it would be much easier to answer both of them at the same time. As I was about, Lyra, who was commonly going off subject quickly, went off about Darek. ”Why, greetings there. What business do you have with the Lady Leilani?” I shook my head slightly, before looking at the two of them. I placed my hands on Awiti’s shoulder for a moment, looking down at her for a moment. ”Lady Lyra, Darek, this is Awiti Ekere Richards, my adopted Sister. She comes from a land far away from here on the Slave Trade. I got her at the market when she was being sold for meat to a nobleman. If I had more money, I would have bought her mother and other family, but I had none.”[/color] I said to them for a moment and then heard someone, looking up the street, seeing my brother. ”Turin!”[/color] I smiled as he joined us, his armor was on.

”Where is your carriage? Hello Lyra… Who is this?”[/color] I looked around for a moment, glancing at Darek and then at Lyra. ”This is Darek Von’ Cleft, he has matters at the castle… You know Lyra… And my Carriage is back there, a broken will just outside the High Tower area.”[/color] He took in a breath and nodding, urging us on ahead towards the castle. He moved quickly, motioning the guards to return to their post and then continuing on into the castle, quickly going to the door that lead to the dining hall. As normal, the castle was beyond beautiful, many of the servants were preparing for the nearing party. As he entered, he took my cloak and the cloak belong to Awiti. I smiled at Lyra and Darek and then fixed my own dress.

As I walked in, my beautiful pink dress caught the eye of my sister, who stood, coming to greet me. I kissed my cheek and then turned towards Awiti, who kissed her hand. I looked at my sister with a disdained look in my eye. I headed on to the table with Awiti. ”Veela, Rusalka, I am happy you could come… Allow me to introduce you to my Sister Awiti.”[/color] I said, moving around to my place which was beside where Turin normally set and allowed Awiti to sit there, while I took the place beside Nayeli. Nayeli called to the kitchen to have more foot prepared for the other guest and then beckoned them to sit. She inquired quickly about why Darek was here.

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[kyou]

[/color][/b] she spoke well naturally and politely, not wanting to offend anyone by her speech. her eyes flickered upwards to leilani and asked curiously, of course, nayeli knows...[/b] she was about to continue before she heard the sound of someone walking towards them. it was another knight, turin. lyra smiled fondly at him, her blue eyes looking kind and warm. bradley gave a small bow of his head towards the two ladies and turin before looking back at lyra.

good afternoon, turin. [/b] she greeted in a kind manner, while giving a small curtsy. not too low, of course. she was a lady. he should be bowing in return. bradley got off his horse and stood beside her, looking every bit a knight as he should. he gave a small smile towards turin before saying, hey, turin.[/b] lyra looked at her knight, a small smile letting lose, knowing well that her knight was much more friendlier when around his knight friends. figures, she thought with a grin on her face. turin was going towards the castle and everyone was following. looking back at bradley, he stood there for a moment before lyra whispered, shall we?[/b] he gave her a small smile before offering his arm. my lady.[/b] lyra took it with a small laugh while they both followed the group. as they went through the castle, going through a bunch of hallways before reaching to a door guarded by guards. they entered and to lyra's surprise, a couple of people were there already. a few servants came up to her and lyra let them take her cloak, revealing her forest green dress that wrapped around her body (letting it show off her curves a bit). letting go of bradley's arm, she swept her skirts and made her way towards nayeli, a pleasant smile on her face. her heels clicked against the hard pavement of the floor, making her sound as royal as the rest of them. ignoring the couple of women already there, she greeted nayeli first.

nayeli, you look wonderful as always.[/b] a coy like smile reached her lips while going over and kissing her cheek lightly, like a noble woman should. the dark haired beauty then finally looked over to the other guests before giving a small curtsy, letting them know that she was clearly acknowledging them. she was silent of course, not wanting to be out of place, for this was not her castle. if anyone wanted to know who she was, they would be the ones who spoke, not she. her knight then walked up and gave a bow, speaking in a low tone, lady nayeli.[/b] he simply greeted her before looking up, his clear grey eyes looking at her carefully. he then made his way towards the table, without another word. bradley, no longer in his armor, but in his dark red tunic pulled out a chair for her to sit. lyra walked over silently and took a seat beside him, her blue eyes just watching them all carefully and silently.
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[Emma]

It was, I thought, glancing from one end of the table to the other, going to be a good day.

Not that I ever had a bad day, but this one was going to be particularly special. Yesterday had been utterly boring, with Rusalka mowing about and then spending half the day in talks with dignitaries after I’d complained about us needing to redecorate Castle Ceunon. We’d occupied it for more than a year now and there were still passages and rooms that were stripped bare and empty. The slaves might have been more than happy to eat off of the floor, but it marred the entire building. She had also been moody the entire day, so much that I’d suspected she was on her time of the month, and she hadn’t helped her case by flying off the rails when I’d mentioned it.

But now that today was here and we finally had Pele back, she seemed much more relaxed. She was still matter-of-fact in bearing, but I saw something that was almost contentment in her eyes. To make up for it, Pele was even more bent out of shape than I’d remembered her, golden eyes flickering with some kind of inner fury. She’d been much quieter as a girl, I remembered, even shy, except when Mother told her something that flung her into a tizzy. I wanted to ask her what was wrong and give her a hug, but hatred of affection seemed to run through everyone in the family except for myself. With a despairing sigh for her, I turned back towards the humans at the table.

I had been very happy to meet Leilani Richards when she’d first come to us in Ceunon during the autumn- besides, of course, the attack that had been made by that one stupid man who’d insisted on hitting on Rusalka while killing innocent guardsmen left and right- and now I was eager to meet both of her siblings. Her brother Turin, I’d noticed, was the archetypal strong and silent type, and seemed glad enough to meet us. Nayeli, meanwhile, smiled much less than Leilani and spoke much less, but seemed just as pleasant, if a bit cautious. She only proved it even more when, after Rusalka explained Pele’s nature to her, she nodded in acceptance rather than disgust.

“She will be treated no differently then any guest in this castle.” I beamed and looked at Pele, but her face was blank. “Though I do have a few prisoners…”
This shocked me. Nayeli smiled at what she’d said. Realizing she must have meant it as a joke, I laughed nervously, and Rusalka nodded. Pele said nothing.
“Anyway, since we are waiting the arrival of my sister, how was your travel here?”
“It went on forever!” I exclaimed, remembering the length of the trip. “The wheels wouldn’t stop wearing down, so we had to stop at least ten times, and then we got a broken… axe… axe?”
“Axel,” Rusalka supplied.
“Bless you. Here, I have a kerchief in my clasp… What, you don’t want it? Just don’t sneeze on my food, then. So we had to get a new ride, this time a palanquin… but the bearers got cold, so we ended up with a second carriage. And then-”

The door opened then, and I turned my head to see who it was. First came Turin, who’d left earlier to see what was taking Leilani so long, and then Leilani herself. She was probably the prettiest in her family, especially now in an adorable long-sleeved woollen dress, dyed an appealing pink. I ran my fingers down my crimson satin dress. I had sacrificed warmth for beauty, and on the voyage here, I’d regretted it. Leilani approached her older sister to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. I politely got to my feet, as did Rusalka and Pele, but then all three of us blinked in surprised unison as no less than four other people trailed along behind the two Richards.

First was a well-dressed woman with long dark curls and notably blue eyes. Being a countess, it was demanded I recognize every face in the aristocracy, and though she was somewhat familiar, I couldn’t for the life of me match the face to a name. Dressed in an ample verdant green gown that accented her curves, she had a sweet smile on her face as she approached Nayeli and greeted her as Leilani had. When she looked at us, however, her eyes were calm, her expression blank, and she bowed graciously. With her was a tall, brawny man with dark hair and weather-beaten skin, probably the woman’s knight. He paid no attention to us, only taking a seat wordlessly.

The next person I noticed was an elf- or so I thought. He was much smaller and paler than most of our kind, and had archaic yellow eyes much like Pele did. In fact, height aside, he was very similar to my sister. Was he a vampire, too? I glanced quizzically at Pele, who was making an odd show of smelling the air. She then glared at the newcomer, revealing two rows of glittering ivory fangs. I heard something like a very slight rumble coming from deep in her chest. I opened my mouth to ask her what was wrong, but just then I felt a slight tug at my mind, and realized that Rusalka wanted to speak to me. Instead, I was directed to Pele’s mind, which was dark like a thundercloud.

‘I thought this was a private negotiation,’ Pele hissed. ‘Not a circus.’
‘Well, they’re probably here for the negotiation, silly!’
‘I don’t expect we shall be wondering for very long,’ said Rusalka amusedly.

I glanced across from me to see Leilani approaching with a smile on her face, holding the fourth and final’s person’s hand- a pretty teenager who looked like she was barely out of girlhood. She was one of those exotic people from the south- dark of eye, skin, and hair. Dressed in green, with her thick hair placed into a bun, she stared at us nervously, almost as if she was waiting for one of us to strike her across the face. The way Leilani was leading her along, she was obviously someone very dear to her. But she behaved much more like a servant than a noblewoman, trying to hide her face behind her looped bangs and only very reluctantly meeting our eyes. Then Leilani spoke pleasantly.

“Veela, Rusalka, I am happy you could come.” All three of us curtsied politely. “Allow me to introduce you to my sister Awiti.”
I dipped into a second curtsy. “Hi there, milady. I don’t see many of your type here in Alagaësia! Are you from the Mahara Desert? Rusalka’s husband was-”
“Veela!” Pele snapped.
“Sorry,” I giggled.
“Stupid brat…”
“Milady,” said Rusalka politically, curtsying to Awiti as well. “Lady Leilani, I’d like to introduce you to my sister. This is Pele Lahela Serowë of the Hand of Leona. Honest, able, tough as nails, brave, and very dear to me.”
Pele blew a lock of red hair out of her face. “Flatterer.”
“Yes, well,” said Rusalka with a wink and a smirk. “You can shut up, because I don’t mean a word of it.”
“She said the exact same thing to me!” I squealed.
“Now,” said Rusalka, taking her seat again and ignoring Pele’s death glare. “I am very curious as to this issue, milady, and the…” she glanced around the table, “amount of people involved in it.”

Characters Used;; Veela with Pele and Rusalka
Words;; 1260
Muse;; Slow, but decent.
Thoughts;; Hmm. Not as bad as I thought it would be. =D

[dantieduurden]

Darek counted help but be amused at the two humans reactions. Ignoring him as if he were nothing. " Such simpletons." Darek thought to himself as he followed behind the Lady Leilani, following here very closely. After all if something happened to her it would always be blamed on the outsider first and we didn't need another war going on. Darek thought as he humbly but vigilantly followed her.

As they entered the castle Darek finally relaxed. The place did not hold the splendor of either the elf capital, nor that of the city state of the riders. But it did have its own exotic beauty to it. As he stepped into the dinner chambers he noticed all the body's in the room and kept close to the door. He heard a challenge being called and looked. At the table stood one of his kind and if not being challenged so boldly he would have been admiring her. Then his eyes scanned the rest of the table. " Why there are many beautiful women in this room." Darek said as he bowed. " But I seem to feel like this is a little to crowded and that I am not wanted here." As he let one of his eyes look at Pele. " I will wait outside for my matters to be addressed my lords and lady's." And with that Darek began walking backwards out the door and back into the hallway.

[Nayeli]

Jan 24, 2011 13:29:57 GMT -5 Nayeli said:

( L A D Y N A Y E L I )
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Turin, Leilani, & Awiti

I was so tired, but I knew better then to allow it to show around guest or even being in this castle. It was a weakness and I held few of them. My ice blue eyes looked at the elegant, wooden table that was prepared for us. I could only hope that no one else showed up, but I had a bad feeling more would come, it was normal how things happened around dinner time and normally, food had to be prepared for extra. I took a sip of my drink, placing the glass down, looking at the dark liquid in the glass as it moved around before it was still once again. It was amazing how things worked in the world, the slightest tap on the table caused small ripples to form on the drink. I tried to make my mind return to everything happening here. I looked to the three siblings for a moment, seeing how they were silent and did not talk much. I was not use to that, but it did not matter, it seemed that it was normal for them. Pele was the hardest to understand, she was silent and completely blank in expression, which was odd and slightly crazy, but I was use to that.

I then spoke about how Pele would not be treated any differently and joked how I had a few prisoners, but only gain a nervous chuckle from Veela and a nod from Rusalka, not a thing from Pele, she was blank and said nothing. I then continued, asking about their travel to the castle. “It went on forever! The wheels wouldn’t stop wearing down, so we had to stop at least ten times, and then we got a broken… axe… axe?” At least Veela was quick to talk, which calmed me slightly. I wanted everyone to be relaxed. I knew that elves and humans were not the best of friends, but it could be done, having us all together and relaxed. It was something I wanted to see. When Veela asked about the Axel, her sister corrected her and I smiled in amusement as she thought she was sneezing. ”Bless you. Here, I have a kerchief in my clasp… What, you don’t want it? Just don’t sneeze on my food, then. So we had to get a new ride, this time a palanquin… but the bearers got cold, so we ended up with a second carriage. And then-” It was at that point that the door opened, cutting her off completely.

I was happy my sister came in after my brother, she was smiling and approached me, her beautiful dress brushed the ground as she came towards me. She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and I did the same. I was very happy to see my beautiful sister before me. She had gone to Terim and it was good to have her back in Carvala, back in the safety of the castle. I was surprises as three others came in after Awiti Ekere, or who I assumed was Awiti, the black girl who should have been a slave. The girl kissed my hand, which I was happy about. I was not claiming her as my sister as Leilani did, but I would at least be friendly with her. It was then that Lyra came in, along with her very handsome body guard. I kissed her cheek as she came in, quickly commenting on how I looked. ”Same as to you Lyra, it is a surprise to see you this evening.”

[/color] I said, looking at her as she went on and headed towards the table, taking her seat. It was Bradley who greeted me next, his very handsome figure stood before me, bowing and then headed to the table himself.

It was then the other one caught my eye. He looked elf, however… He looked more like Pele, his own eyes matched her and I glanced at her. I noticed Pele was showing her teeth and I thought I heard a slight rumble. I looked back at the other, the man. ”Why there are many beautiful women in this room." I nodded to him, a thanks I was common for in this castle. ”But I seem to feel like this is a little to crowded and that I am not wanted here… I will wait outside for my matters to be addressed my lords and lady's." I glanced at the table. ”Please excuse me.”[/color] My brother went to stand and I held up my hand, going out into the hallway, looking at Darek. ”What matters do you bring to use?”[/color]

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Okay, so it was not in my plan to actually bring three extra people with me, but I was sure that Nayeli could catch up with Lyra while I spoke with the elves and I was sure Bradley and Turin could hold a silent conversation between themselves. As I introduced Awiti as my sister, I gained no weird looks from the two sisters and their friends, and they curtsied politely. I motioned for her to go on to the seat beside Turin. As she did, Veela began to speak with her and she stopped, mostly from being a slave so long, she was forced to stop at anyone speaking with her. ”Hi there, milady. I don’t see many of your type here in Alagaësia! Are you from the Mahara Desert? Rusalka’s husband was-” Awiti glanced back at me and I nodded for her to answer. ”Um, no madam… I come from across a mighty sea. I don’t believe we are from the same area”[/color] She quickly curtsied and moved towards the seat. I let out a sigh, looking at the three.

”Milady… Lady Leilani, I’d like to introduce you to my sister. This is Pele Lahela Serowë of the Hand of Leona. Honest, able, tough as nails, brave, and very dear to me.” I smiled to Pele and nodded towards her. ”A pleasure, Pele, a true pleasure.”[/color] And I meant it as well. Unlike many humans, I actually liked elves, considered them friends and good people. I then looked at Rusalka for a moment whom seemed to have more to say. ”Now… I am very curious as to this issue, milady, and the… amount of people involved in it.” I smiled nervously as she mentioned the last part. ”I am so sorry for the crowd… This was not my means… I met up with them after our carriage gained a broken wheel outside of High Tower… Lyra is a good friend of Nayeli’s and Darek said he had matters to deal with at the Castle.”[/color] I said as I made my way to my place in front of them on the otherside of table. ”However, it is only between yourselves and myself, Nayeli I wanted to hear… We could have dinner and beginning in the morning in our sitting room.”[/color] I said to them. ”Or, we could begin a bit on it tonight and start again in the morning.”[/color]

I really wanted to help the humans and the elves get along. One of the reasons there was so much tension was because of the dragon riders and only elves being a part of it. I had a feeling if humans were allowed too, it would show equality and each race could get along a little better. Not by much, but it would help out.
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[kyou]

[/color][/b] the lady told her dark haired friend with a small laugh while making her way towards the table. after he had greeted nayeli, he took a seat beside lyra but not before pulling out a chair for his lady. they were both silent while listening in to the women's conversation. bradley was pretty good with sensing the environment and at this very moment, he knew that they were not welcome. he glanced over at lyra who was listening quietly, her eyes glued on leilani. his own grey eyes flickered towards nayeli and turin leaving. should they go out? he wondered to himself and was about to ask lyra before the girl her attention turned to pele. she was unafraid of alot of things, bradley knew. the girl always had a rather open mind and sometimes, she was too open to many things. this...vampire, bradley did not trust one bit. he didn't mind them all too much, but he always thought of them as monsters and leeches. he was sure that lyra didn't think of such thing, since he had remembered her saying something along the lines of, 'vampires are actually kinda cool.'. lyra heard the woman speak about extra people and automatically stiffened ever so slightly, it was hardly noticeable, but bradley saw through her act. he remained quiet as she spoke in a smooth tone, her blue eyes now looking at the ladies as she politely told them. it's my sincere apologies that i've interrupted your meeting. i suppose i'll leave you to have your meeting, leilani. it was great seeing you again.[/b] the girl gave a small nod of her head as she stood up. bradley followed her silently, his eyes now on lyra's form that was making her way towards the door.

he followed her rather quickly, signaling the servants to open the door. once outside they both saw nayeli, turin, and that guy that was outside earlier. lyra smiled at nayeli while bradley quietly made his way towards lyra's side. he glanced over at turin, shooting him a small questioning look. the two were not close, but he knew he could trust the other knight. nayeli was very pretty, he knew, but he was almost sure that she held no feelings towards him so there was no urge to ask her out. lyra had insisted that nayeli had feelings for him, but he brushed it away. it was probably lyra's usual teasing that made nayeli think about her feelings for him. though, at the moment, he couldn't help but wonder what nayeli was thinking about. he avoided her gaze, knowing that he would probably turn a pink color if he looked her in the eye. lyra was now asking turin curiously, what are they talking about in there, anyways?[/b] she was quiet and her blue eyes were locked on to his dark ones. bradley knew that lyra always asked questions that got her in trouble. he stood slightly closer towards lyra. he was her protector and right now, if anybody tried anything, bradley would protect his lady. in a more conerned tone, bradley then asked turin. perhaps we should come back another time. it seemed rather...busy today.[/b] he voiced his opinion which made lyra glance up at him, her blue eyes looking confused. he knew that she wanted to stay, but he also knew that turin and nayeli were busy today. it was clear that they were not welcome today. lyra's brows furrowed ever so slightly before looking away from bradley.

was she sad? he hoped not. bradley then tried to cheer her up by bending slightly to whisper in her ear. sorry, lyra....but if we're not wanted, it won't be pleasant for you. i'll treat you to something...if that will please you in anyway.[/b] lyra turned her head slightly, her eyes now on the same level as bradley before giving a small sigh, her breath against his face. she lowered her eyes, her lashes looking elegantly long. ...i suppose.[/b] her voice sounded almost sad, but in a tired tone. he wanted to give her a hug, but due to the people around them, he just let his hand rub her back comfortingly.

notes: sorry it's so short...
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[Emma]

“Why there are so many beautiful women in this room?”

I raised my black eyebrows in irritation and amusement as the small man glanced about the room, and at each woman in turn. His eyes lingered on Pele in particular, during which I heard the very blatant cracking of knuckles as she prepared to either physically or verbally abuse him. Men had always been something of a sore point with her, to put it mildly, and she could barely tolerate being in the same room with one. However, this was a markedly more quiet and dangerous reaction than I usually heard out of her. But before she could do anything that I would need to stop, he bowed graciously and left the room, closely followed by Nayeli and Turin, which left me curious as well as suspicious as to his reasons for being here. But now I had bigger problems to contend with.

“I am so sorry for the crowd… this was not my means.” Unprofessional, but I decided to forgive it. Leilani was a very young woman, even for a human, after all. “I met up with them after our carriage gained a broken wheel outside of Hightower… Lyra is a good friend of Nayeli’s and Darek said he had matters to deal with at the castle.”
“It’s my sincere apologies that I’ve interrupted your meeting,” stated Lyra in a very cold tone. “I suppose I’ll leave you to have your meeting, Leilani. It was great seeing you again.”

Lyra and Darek. Both names were ominously familiar, I decided, watching the glacial lady and her equally glacial knight leave the dining room. Humans. Necrosed crates of defective tripe, all of them. My spying duties for Dellanir required me to be familiar with many names and faces in the elven and human courts, but I would need Pele’s aid here. However, the amount of people leaving the room left it empty but for Leilani, Awiti, and my sisters and I. The atmosphere was markedly more comfortable. I turned back towards the table, seeing that Leilani had yet to finish speaking.

“However, it is only between yourselves and myself, Nayeli wanted to hear… We could have dinner and begin in the morning in our sitting room. Or, we could begin a bit on it tonight and start again in the morning.”
I looked at my sisters. The idea of a soft bed had Veela staring me down pleadingly, and Pele could use a rest to improve her mood. With wordless assent among the three of us, I turned back to Leilani.
“We would rather retire to our chambers now, with your leave, milady,” I stated, rising to my feet. “Our journey has left us very weary.”
“And I really need a bath,” whined Veela.

With Leilani’s leave, we bowed in farewell and stepped away from the table, marching in silence towards the door. A slave boy had appeared there to guide us to our rooms. Hovering like a small bee and keeping his head low, but still shooting what he probably thought were very sneaky glances at us, he led the way out. He was curious as opposed to hostile, though, and for that I was grateful. Directly outside the dining room, all five people that had left the room mere minutes ago had gathered about. Veela forgot that these people were above her, and smiled and waved. Pele and I merely dipped into shallow bows, not pausing in our walk. We slipped past them and continued down the neatly furnished hallway, remaining completely silent.

Considering that we were in the very lucrative private quarters of the king, where only his family and important visitors were allowed to enter, our rooms were not very far away. The slave opened the door before prostrating himself like a toad on the rug as we entered. I glanced around curiously at the chamber, which was well lit by oil lanterns. There were three large canopy beds with very heavy cloth serving as the curtains. The predominant colours of the room were the red and gold of Broddring, clearly seen in the decorative rugs, tapestries, and weave of the beds’ quilts. A stone bath filled with steaming water was at one end of the room, and an empty wardrobe complete with a full-length mirror at the other. Our luggage, brought from the carriage, sat near the back of the room.

Veela tore off her clothes without half a thought that someone was likely to be spying on us, and flung herself into the bath with a splash. It was scented, and made the entire bedroom smell of pine and lavender. Pele avoided being sprayed with a disgusted grunt. It was still only late evening, but I decided to forego the bath, instead removing a pale amethyst sleeping robe from my bags and beginning to change into it. Pele wandered about the room, muttering spells to ward off any scrying or listening from unscrupulous persons doubtlessly within the king’s employ. Once in my robe, I let my hair down with a relaxed sigh, shaking out the painstakingly groomed ebony tresses. Pele glanced at me warily as she settled herself down on her chosen bed.

“So,” I said as I moved over to a washbasin beside the bath, which Veela was lounging around in with not a lick of discretion for her nakedness. “What do we think of the Richards and their comrades?”
“They’re so nice… but reserved,” added Veela almost sadly. “Most humans are loud, especially the girls.”
“She meant what they’ve got planned out, fool,” snapped Pele.
“Whaaat?” groaned Veela. “We’re turning this into a who-can-we-trust war? Really?”
“No, love,” I said frankly, splashing the scented water onto my face. “We don’t know what they’re after yet. It might be something petty such as a land dispute, or allies for some economic venture.”
“The little one, Leilani…” muttered Pele. “She definitely hints it’s something more. I want to know what they’re hiding.”
“Pele, I want you to go to Azuan’s private library and search for the names Darek and Lyra.” Wiping the water from my face, I flung myself onto the nearest bed.
“A mindless womanizer and a stuck-up brat,” sneered Pele. “Neither of them would require much more than a fireball to the face.”
“Very likely, but do it anyway. If my lore is correct, vampires do not require sleep. I expect nighttime is rather mundane for you.”
Pele grunted, partially in annoyance, partially in acquiescence.
“I wonder if Juilek misses me…” sighed a wistful Veela, who had stopped paying attention at ‘land dispute’. It took me a moment to realize that Juilek had to be the name of her latest boy toy.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I became quite aware that I was dreaming. I neither walked nor swam, but hung suspended in a world of grey ash. No land or sky was visible no matter which way I twisted to look, and yet I knew I could see a million miles in any direction. But there were only the particles of dust, floating and whirling around me. After the initial confusion, I realized that I was home, but I couldn’t tell if it was Alagaësia or Saxony. Palaces of smoke roiled up in the nothingness, and occasionally I saw the flash of impossibly green eyes in a vaporous face, and ebony in another. Mnemosyne and Symmachus. My pride and my heart, now ghosts of my mind. The ashes were of anguish, betrayal, and terrible mistakes, seen in a hundred shades of grey.

And then I was on the floor next to my wooden bed, sprawled across the floor. Lightning cracked across the black sky, and rain sprayed through the wide-open door, soaking my face. In it, my Captain of the Guard Varnava screamed at me through the gale. The tower, I suddenly realized, was moving back and forth- one of the keels had pushed me clear off the bed. The floor was now covered with a thin layer of gleaming water, dampening my hair and clothes in the already near-intolerable chill. Varnava was screeching something about humans while the tower growled like an enormous cat as it rocked back and forth. I sprung to my feet, snatching my sabre from where I’d left it by the bed.

“Mr. Varnava, calmly now. Fetch me my husband, quick as you like.”

He went slipping and sliding back outside to fetch Symmachus. I flung myself out into the howling weather, already having prepared myself for the blasts of wind and the roar of battle. Fire and water were in the sky as we were bombarded with pelting rain and siege cannons. I could hear every soldier around me yelling, but I couldn’t make out any words. A whirlwind of the attacking humans could be clearly seen below, fighting to get into the tower. The battered structure now moaned piteously, like a wounded harp. I didn’t know which would happen first- our being overwhelmed by the enemy, or falling to our doom as the ancient building broke apart. This was going to be a defeat. I knew that. Everyone knew that. There were no longer enough of us true Saxons.

“Somehow…” I murmured out loud, “it doesn’t seem possible. How did they find us so quickly?”
“Humans are a short-lived race,” came Symmachus’s voice as he leaned beside me, peat-black eyes on the masses below. “Restless. Rushed. It is their way. They wield the power now, and she controls them.”
Hot tears of fury stung my eyes. I brushed them away impatiently, even though they couldn’t possibly be visible past the rain streaking my face.
“But it doesn’t matter anymore. You and Mnemosyne leave Coldharbour tonight with the civilians. Just remember…” I sucked in a shaky breath as he wrapped his arms around my belly, pulling me close, “we need you. I need you.”
I bit back emotions. “Belt your witless chops, Symmachus.”
He laughed. “Cruel to the end. Now go.”

I left. We had had the argument already, about me leaving the soldiers in favour of fleeing with my daughter. But as soon as I was safe, Symmachus would take the surviving troops and disappear into the night- leaving my bloody mother and her human cronies in charge over the entire province. I was tired and enraged, but with overwhelming numbers on the enemy’s side, there was nothing more I could do now. I fought my way through the gale and towards one of the winding staircases that trailed down the tower. Once there, I saw two lieutenants, Sedura and Vadusa, with Mnemosyne in Vadusa’s arms. The child was eight, still a toddler, too young to understand that she was being separated from her father.

Mnemosyne blinked back tears and waved bravely at Symmachus, clutching her stuffed teddy to her breast. The lieutenants only paused long enough to settle into defensive positions in front of and behind me, and then we were off. Down the spiralling stairs, amid the ballista shots and the ever-swaying tower, the ten-minute journey to the foundations of the structure was one of the longest of my life. By the time we were in the undercroft, my skin was streaked with sweat and I was shaking, but not from fatigue. Mnemosyne clung to Vadusa’s tunic and whined. But we did not stop, and continued further on into the underlying tunnels where thirty or so citizens waited.

As we approached, I frowned. “Why no soldiers, Miss Sedura?”
“There are four, innit? I sent four…”

The realization made the three of us slow to a halt. Nobody could have failed to note the quartet of corpses near the tunnel entrance, pools of blood encircling them. The group of citizens, mainly children and the elderly, were pressed up against a corner of the tunnel, white-faced. There were decidedly less than thirty now. This undercroft had served as a dungeon once, and now I could see that they had just been used- blood and excrement splattered the walls, and in some cells, bodies hung motionless. Whatever had been done to the civilians had been so terrible that some other prisoners had hung themselves. Immediately, weapons were out, but I was speechless. How could this have happened in such a short space of time? How could she…

“Isn’t this nice?” came my mother’s voice, followed by a guttural snarl. “Perhaps you would consent to dropping your weapons now.”

Slowly, very slowly, I turned to face her.

And then the screaming began.

Characters Used;; Rusalka with Pele and Veela
Words;; 2087
Muse;; REALLLY baaaaad. -.-
Thoughts;; WELL, I was going to skip to morning, but then I realized it would be totally jerk-faced if I made you guys time-skip IN THIS VERY POST, so I ended with Rusalka's flashback instead. XD So... yeah. You guys can either timeskip in this round of posts or the next, I suppose. o.O

[dantieduurden]

Darek was extremely surprised when not only did Lady Nayeli, but also her brother Lord Turin followed him out into the hallway. With a quick bow and a smile on his face that showed a small glint of his fangs, Darek spoke to both of them, not singling either one out for he meant to disrespect neither of the two. " I came here on account of the Gala in which I sadly wont be able to attend." Darek said as he took in a breath to continue. " As a teacher in Ilirea now I have very little time to go for my family's bidding, and so if you would so kindly allow it, I would like to have my apprentice, Dantie Du urden come in my place." Darek finished. Then as an after thought he added, but you must have much more important matters to attend to so please just think on it, I do not need an answer back right away for I know you all are very busy ruling a kingdom and all." Darek once again bowed to them both. " If I could just have a room for tonight, I'll will be on my way in the morning, and will be no more of a bother to you." Darek said as he straightened up to his very small height. But when Darek saw the three elfs leaving the room they had all been in only moments before he became on edge. But when he saw Veela wave her hand and smile an amused grin became on his face as he bowed to them, letting them all know that he meant them no harm.

A few moments later Darek was being escorted to a room not a decent way away from the main bulk of the castle, this did not mind him though, for he considered himself lower then the upper class after all. Once inside the room he smiled at the slave girl who had showed him to his room. " Thank you lass. You were very helpful." Darek said as he fished into his pocket and pulled out a gold coin for her. " As appreciation for your work." Darek said as he placed it in her hand and closed it around the coin. " Now go along now,I'm sure you will know if I need anything. " Darek said with a kind smile as he let the young girl go out the door.

Once the young slave girl was gone, Darek took of his traveling cloak and put on his best clothes that he had brought with him and went out to the garden. Once inside the castles garden he began looking for a rose bush and once found he sat underneath it and began to mediate, letting his mind wander the vast space of energy that was all around him, from the bugs all around, to the very plants that he sat near. He listened to all until the very night sky had engulfed the world, leaving only the silvery moon and stars to light the world up. " Time to go I guess." Darek said as he got up, as Darek got up though he saw a flash of pink in the windows and looked more closely. In the window he saw Veela in an eye popping pink robe and her hair up. " Should I..." Darek asked himself as he looked at the rose bush behind him and then at Veela's heart shaped face. " Ahh what's the worst that can happen." Darek smiled as he plucked a rose from the bush and let his wings expand.

Once Darek's wings were fully extended he took off into the sky towards the perch just outside Veela's window. " For the beautiful young lady." Darek said with a kind smile as he held out the red rose to Veela. As he did this his wings were spread covering most of the light shining threw the window, except the glorious full moon that encompassed his head in a halo of light, making him appear to be an angel with bat wings. " And good night fare lady. And I'm sorry if you feel intrude upon, my name is Darek by the way." Darek said as he lept off the balcony and back into the sky, circling around a few times before going into a window a four away from hers.

[Nayeli]

( L A D Y N A Y E L I )
Featuring
Turin, Leilani, & Awiti

I smiled at Lyra, she was beyond sweet and she was amazingly awesome when it came to knowing me. She had a good heart and she knew how to handle herself. Bradely, well, he was beyond handsome in my opinion, but I tried not too allow myself to get too involved with him, I knew better then that. ”Well, it was supposed to be a surprise. so...surprise!” I smiled at her for a moment, before I headed out to Darek, my brother, protectively, followed. He was my older brother, so I did not mind at all that he had come out to make sure I was okay.

As we appeared in front of Darek, he seemed slightly surprised that two came out to meet with him, but if he made it a habit to met with us, it would be more then normal. Turin was always by my side, unless he had matters in another city, and then his friends, Dave, was with me. I asked for his need of me and then he began to speak. "I came here on account of the Gala in which I sadly wont be able to attend." He had smiled at me and I swore I had seen two white teeth glittering at me, which appeared to be fangs. I brushed it off my shoulder, telling myself that everything would be fine and I was also too tired to really stiffen at anything apparently. I motioned with my hand to continue on, wanting to know his reasons. "As a teacher in Ilirea now I have very little time to go for my family's bidding, and so if you would so kindly allow it, I would like to have my apprentice, Dantie Du urden come in my place." I glanced at my brother for a moment and then towards the man, about to answer when he continued on. ”but you must have much more important matters to attend to so please just think on it, I do not need an answer back right away for I know you all are very busy ruling a kingdom and all." I nodded to his generosity and then glanced over at Turin, once again about to say something.

"If I could just have a room for tonight, I'll will be on my way in the morning, and will be no more of a bother to you." I nodded to him for a moment and snapped my fingers for a Servant to come. ”In the morning, you will met with my brother at the gate, since I have other matters, he will give you my answer.”

[/color] Turin nodded to him, glanced over his shoulder as he heard something and I looked at him for a moment. ”Take this kind man to a bed chamber and then you may retire for the evening.”[/color] He bowed to me and I watched as Darked bowed before me. However, as I turned to head back inside, Lyra and Bradley came out soon, my eyes held confusion, mostly because they had just gotten here. I glanced up at Bradley for a moment, doing my very best to hide the blush that so wanted to come from my own face. Turin gave Bradley a nod for a moment and then looked to Lyra for a moment, turning his head to watch Darek leave. I knew that Turin and Bradley knew each other, but I was unsure as to how much they knew each other and if they talked to each other very much. I noted that Bradley avoided my own gaze and I turned my attention to Lyra, who was turned facing slightly to Turin. ”What are they talking about in there, anyways?” He looked to me for a moment and then shook his head. ”Diplomatic stuff I am sure… She told Turin they would be here, when she arrived with… Awiti.”[/color] I had yet to accept the young, black woman into my family as Leilani had and Turin seemed to be liking the idea slightly.

Turin nodded in agreement, as he normally did. He did not speak much, but when he did, he had a good reason. He normally left talking up to me, unless he knew I was in no shape to do such a thing. ”Perhaps we should come back another time. it seemed rather...busy today.” Turin chuckled slightly. ”Leilani seems Busy… Nayeli just wants to… Well, go to bed more like it.”[/color] I elbowed him in the stomach, causing him to grab it slightly and chuckled again. I rolled my eyes slightly and then looked at Lyra. I wanted Lyra to stay, it had been a long time since I had seen her and Turin could keep Bradley company while we caught up in my chambers. Bradley leaned down and spoke to her in her ear, which I could barely hear, but I heard her voice. ”… I suppose.” It was sad and I did not like it. ”Lyra, why don’t you and Bradley accompany me to my chambers and then Bradley can talk with Turin for a little while and me and you can catch up some.”[/color] It was a good idea in my opinion.

Once again, as I was considering going back in, the Three Elves, along with the slave boy made a appearance. They seemed to be heading for the chambers Leilani had asked to be prepared for them, of course, she had not expected a third, so I had had servant go and prepare a third bed for them all. I gave them all a nod, though the joyful one, Veela, waved in her departing, I did not mind, though she knew very little of respect, she was still very nice and I am sure she did not mean to show the disrespect like she had done. I then looked at the others, before rubbing the back of my neck. ”I better go and see what Leilani is doing.”[/color] I gestured for them to come if they wanted to and headed into the dining chambers where Leilani and the Black girl were.

It was not long before I had order the food to be sent to our chambers and then Leilani and the black girl headed out, going to their own room and I was left with Turin. ”Smooth Nayeli… Very smooth.”[/color] I looked at him confused for a moment and then felt a slight pain of regret for my own stupidity. I let out a sigh and rubbed my face before returning to the main hall, rejoining with Lyra and Bradley. I hoped that they would come to my room with me, but if not, I was sure they would take their own leave. It was then that Turin and I headed towards my own chambers, my own hopes was that Lyra was going to come as well…

Once in the chambers, I turned towards Turin, who left the door open in case Lyra and Bradley came in. ”In the morning, you met the man at the gate, tell him that his absence will be fine and that his assistant can come in his place.”[/color] My brother nodded towards me and I smiled before he left. I hoped that Lyra would be joining me soon, so I could catch up with her.
( This can Lead into another Thread. Other then that she heads to sleep and the rest will be from Leilani’s Perspective )

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I really had not meant to bring so many to dinner, and as I stated as much, Lyra rose, along with her Guard. ”It's my sincere apologies that I've interrupted your meeting. I suppose i'll leave you to have your meeting, Leilani. It was great seeing you again.” I felt guilt all of the sudden, walking over to her. ”Forgive me, Lyra, I did not mean you had to go… I would love to get together with you and Nayeli and have a night together, if Bradley…”[/color] I smiled up at him for a moment, ”Would not mind leaving you alone so we could gossip and have our fun. I am sure my own guard, Sean, who is not present would not mind leave me with you two.”[/color] I smiled as I spoke the name of my own guard, someone I was highly fond of. After a moment, she left and I returned to Pele, Rusakla, and Veela, though feeling slightly bad that Lyra and Bradley had felt bad for being here. I glanced over at Awiti, who was sitting there, playing slightly with her roll that had been sitting on a large platter of them. ”Awiti dear, go on and eat, you have traveled a while, no one will mind sweet heart.”[/color] She looked at me for a moment and I smiled at her before turning my full attention to the three ladies.

However, I was a bit guilty, the sisters all seemed a bit more relaxed. I went on about how the conversation would be between me and them and that Nayeli wanted to know what was going on and since the King, my uncle, put her in charge, she had a right to know of my doings. As I told them of the two plans I had, they seemed to all glance at once another, Veela, I could tell, wanted that bed. I smiled slightly at them for a moment. ”We would rather retire to our chambers now, with your leave, milady… Our journey has left us very weary.” I smiled at them for a moment. ”And I really need a bath,” I nodded quickly to all of them. ”Of course, I was thinking the same.”[/color] I stood as the bowed, watched as they left and turned to Awiti who was eating her food very slowly and waiting for me to say something. ”They seem really tense.” I looked at her softly and nodded. ”Most are… They do not like us because of war and because we are different… But they are smart and I like them.”[/color] Awiti nodded and continued with her food, quietly waiting for the others to return.

I heard the door open and turned to see Leilani and Turin re-enter, though I was not sure if Lyra and Bradley were coming in or waiting outside. I smiled at Nayeli who went to the kitchen door and told the servants to serve myself and the others in their rooms. I looked at Awiti and then I rose, followed shortly by herself. After a moment, I headed off towards my own bedroom, along with Awiti who would be staying with me and walked out, nodding to Lyra and Bradley again before making my way to the chambers without a problem.

We were not very far from the chambers of the Elves, which I was fine with, they deserved the best in this castle and I had made sure they were well taken care of. Though I had only gotten to know them through a quick visit, I had made sure they had a large tube for Veela and a comfortable bed for all of them. I had not know about Pele, but she did seem very different and I was fine with that. After getting Awiti in bed, I set beside a window, a large seat had been placed in the wall, allowing me to sit right next to the window and look out it as I read a book, which was common for me at night. But, it was a book given to me by a elf, which taught about the pact with the elves and dragons. I had learned a lot and knew the Queen did not want a pact to be made with the humans either, but I saw it as a no chose unless she wanted another war.

Humans and Elves did not live beside each other easy, there was tension and many humans hated the dragon riders because they were not represented at all. They believed that the elves were represented, but the humans were left with nothing. It was a sad thing to see and that was why I had to do something. I turned my head slightly to see what looked like something fly below, just above the court yard and I turned more to see what was going on. I shook the thought from my head and stood, blowing out the reading lamp and walking to my own bed, which was large and beautiful, not holding the colors of the kingdom, but my own colors. It did not take long for sleep to over take me and then it felt like I was woken only moments later by a servant opening my curtains. ”Good Morning Malady.” I waved her off and set up in bed, my sleeping gown showing enough and I grabbed my robe, making my way to a now hot tube of water.

After a while of soaking, I got dress, however, I left Awiti to sleep and got myself ready. I did not wear my pink dress, but a scarlet colored dress, which was very modest, allowing my arms to be covered to my wrist and then, my chest was covered as well, only showing a little bit of cleavage. My servant helped put my hair into some small curved and I headed out, leaving Awiti and going to the family sitting chambers where I would wait for the elves. I sent the servant to tell them of our meeting place, but as I did, I heard a loud scream. The sitting room was on the same floor as the rooms and I stood quickly, running with the servant down the hallway to the elves bed chamber. My sister ran out as well, wearing nothing more then a black robe, apparently not ready for the day at all yet. I knocked on the door hard, beckoning to be let in.

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Nayeli had told me to rise early during the morning and head to the front gate, to met this man we had seen the evening before. I did not mind, the message was simple and as I approached, all of my armor on, I saw him, a small smile rested on my lips as I did so and then gave him the message from Nayeli.

( Turin’s part is short, sorry. )
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[kyou]

[/b][/color] her eyes flickered up to her knight, watching him gave a small smile towards her. the two of them heard a noise as the door opened and the three elves and the and the slave boy appeared. bradley placed a hand on lyra's back, leading her through the corridors towards nayeli's room. they both entered into nayeli's chambers silently while she spoke to her brother. bradley looked towards turin before looking back at lyra. the dark haired girl smiled at her knight, dismissing him a small nod of her head. bradley left the two alone after that. lyra smiled at nayeli as the doors closed. time to catch up with an old friend.

morning arose for bradley as he got up groggily from his bed. what time was it? the boy blinked at the setting around him. right, he was in nayeli's castle. her home. the image of her face flickered across his memory and he turned a light pink color at her face. no. he wouldn't be distracted by her this time. yes, he did fancy her a bit, but not to an extent that he would forget his duty. to protect lyra. he got up and was greeted by a servant. 'good morning, m'lord. the boy nodded silently to the boy before pouring some water into a basin and washing his face, the cold water woke him up instantly. he wondered what lyra was up to at the moment. probably awake with nayeli or something. his rooms were rather close to nayeli's and her sisters so it wouldn't be difficult to help them if anything happened. it was around then that he heard a scream. lyra had horrible nightmare before and still did, but this one sound different. it wasn't her, was it? oh god, he hoped not. he rushed out of his room, half naked. he had no shirt on, but he was wearing pants. as he opened the door quickly he rushed towards nayeli's room. nayeli had burst out of her room and lyra followed in suit. she was only wearing her nightgown, which he was used to. he quickly asked, are you alright?[/b] lyra nodded, a confused look crossed her face. it wasn't me, bradley.[/b] he rushed over towards her, standing beside her protectively. he glanced at the other women and asked curiously, who was that?[/b]

lyra placed a hand on bradley's arm, clearly trying to reassure him. he glanced down at her, his grey eyes grew slightly darker with worry. lyra's own piercing blue eyes met his while smiling at him, hoping to make him feel better. i'm fine, bradley. really. stop worrying.[/b] she whispered to him while nudging him with her arm. she gave him another smile while he breathed out tiredly, hugging her gently. god, if anything were to happen to her...he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. he was sure of that. it was his duty to protect her. she was his lady. and he was her knight. he would be too guilty to ever face himself if she had been hurt. lyra patted his arm once more before wrapping her robe around herself, the silk light purple robe was rather thin. her dressing down reached all the way down and it was held up with spaghetti straps. lyra did not shiver, but she did look rather uncomfortable without her gown on. bradley placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.


notes: sorry it's so short. dunno what to write/no muse
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[Emma]

Morning came, and my bad mood with it.

I announced it by brutally kicking the bedroom door open, expecting to find both of my sisters peacefully asleep as they had been most of the night. Instead, Rusalka sat bolt upright, her face white as a sheet. I paused halfway through the doorway, staring at her in annoyance. She’d been muttering and tossing while asleep, but now her green eyes were wide, her lips quivering, her entire body racked with trembles. She hadn’t been startled by me- something had terrified her. Rusalka did not frighten easily. As children, she had often led Veela and me on quests into the dankest of cellars and most frightening of abandoned houses to slay imaginary trolls and human barbarians. Now she looked traumatized- broken, even. I shut the door with a bang, looking for any intruders.

“What is it?” I snapped. “Is someone here?”
“No, I…” she wrapped part of her sheet around one wrist, staring into space.
I frowned at her. “Are you alright?”
For a moment, Rusalka sat there like she’d been through the most horrific torment imaginable, clutching at something imaginary. But then she shook her head, and her eyes weren’t quite as piercing. She even smiled, faintly. “I’m always alright.”

I wasn’t convinced, because she hadn’t quite stopped shaking yet, but I knew if I bothered her about it she would just lose her temper. Rusalka never let anyone concern themselves with her problems. She slowly got out of bed, retying her robe, and promptly tripped in consecutive order over the piles and piles of books I’d gathered during the night, only just catching herself against the wall. I flung my arms into the air and swore viciously as the neatly arranged stacks were knocked apart. Amid the noise both of us made, Veela rolled over in her bed and started snoring, oblivious to anything but her pleasant dreams. I dropped the scrolls I’d picked up on my latest trip to the palace archives, fussing over the books as Rusalka rubbed at her eyes.

“Is it necessary that I have to hop around an obstacle course just to get to the bathroom? I asked you for information on two people, not half the library!”
“Puh! The archives had nothing on Lyra or Darek!” I held up one particularly precious book, titled The Real Palancar. “When was the last time you even opened a book, my dear? The librarian was kind enough to let me borrow these.”
“In exchange for…?”
“Not having his body parts torn off. The fool had the gall to flirt with me when I asked him about those two. I’d tell you what I did to him, but Veela would get nightmares again. He told me about Lyra, and directed me to an elven scholar for Darek.”
“And?”
“Full name Darek Von Cleft. Nothing interesting. Ex-elf. Vampire. Lives in Ilirea and teaches the elf children. No affiliations with Azuan’s court. Lyra Redfern, however…” I glanced up at Rusalka, now very serious. “She’s had spy training since she was ten years old, assassin training for almost as long. Close ties with the Richards.” My lips curled into a smile. “Fascinating that the Richards’ favourite assassin and her bodyguard should turn up at the castle at the same time we do, innit?”
Rusalka said nothing, and showed no emotion on her face. But her eyes blazed with anger. She nodded slowly.
“We won’t tell Veela, naturally. But we should definitely-”

I broke off with an agonized scream as painful, burning light suddenly invaded the bedroom, attacking the exposed skin of my face, hands, and neck. The blast of sunlight could have only lasted for a few seconds, but it felt like a century as I quailed from the rays, trying to escape the torment. Then it disappeared as the room was drowned in sweet darkness again, only lit by the lanterns I’d left burning all night. I removed my hands from my face, staring at the burned and decayed flesh there and shaking. Rusalka stood at the window where she’d torn the curtains over them, shouting at Veela, who’d clamped her hands over her mouth in horror. She came rushing over to me, arms outstretched, glistening tears rolling down her face as she enveloped me in a hug.

“GET OFF!” I yelled, but she didn’t hear me.
“Please, Pele!” she howled. “I just wanted to air out the room! I completely forgot what sunlight does to you!”
“Veela, it’s fine, I-”
“I’m sorry!”
“I said it’s fine, you-”
“I’M SO SORRY! I- why are you still wearing that cloak from yesterday?”
To make things worse, there was a loud, demanding knock at the door, which I happened to be leaning against. Unable to take more strain, I flung it open and screeched in the ancient language, letting loose a long gout of flame into the hallway.
“What is this? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?”

I broke off, seeing that rather than a few slaves hungry for my money outside, there was instead a small crowd of nobles. Everyone from last night except Turin and Von Cleft had appeared, as well as a few guards- although now all of them were standing back from the fireballs I’d shot, and slaves were busy at work putting out the small fires I’d started. I gazed down at my injured hands, which still hurt as if the sunlight was still bearing down on me. Had my screams been that loud? I watched dumbly as Rusalka approached with wet cloths, wrapping them around my forearms and hands before turning to the silent crowd outside. Her face held none of the joviality of last night, and her expression was very severe. Her eyes lingered on Redfern in particular before she spoke.

“Your Grace,” she addressed Leilani icily. “Perhaps it would be best if we began the negotiations as soon as possible.”

Characters Used;; Pele with Veela and Rusalka
Words;; 985
Muse;; Meh and rushed.
Thoughts;; Yay for lazily written posts!

[dantieduurden]

It was well before dawn when Darek once again began to stir. He knew soon he would be leaving the city and returning to Ilirea, but he wished to understand the people here, so while most were still asleep he began searching the castle for anyone that could tell him a good story. In his searches he found a slave, but it seemed that he was to afraid to talk for he refused to detour from his duties. " It is indeed sad when people do not wish to speak with you." Darek said sadly as he found his way back to the garden, a heavy black cloak wrapped around his body, as well as a thick pair of gloves.

Once inside the garden he began mentally memorizing the patterns the flowers were in, the shades and the colors. All he put to memory, as he relaxed his mind and became one with the universe, listening to the world around him, and letting it flow through him. It was from a red bird that he learned it was dawn, as he threw it awakened to the sunny sky of the new day. " Time to be heading out now before the sun gets to high." Darek said to himself as he made his way to the front gate to await his answer.

It did not take long for Darek to see the welcoming face of the young lord to be of the castle. His armor alone gave him away, let alone his stride. A skilled assassin could have taken him out from miles away. With a smile Darek happily greeted him and waited to finish hearing the answer to his question, but at the last part his ears caught the sounds of a scream and looked at the castle. " Something is wrong, someone is screaming." Darek said as he tapped into his vampiric powers and ran at his full speed to the area from which he heard the scream come from.

Once there he saw small fires being put out by slaves, armed soldiers circling an opened door, the Richards behind the guards...And just then it struck him that it was one of the sisters to the maiden he had given a rose to the other day. And she was burnt. " The sun must have gotten to her." Darek thought to himself as he made his way through the crowd, feeling Pele's pain for he himself went through it if he stayed in the sun to long. Even indirect sunlight could eventually kill him. As he pushed through the crowd he took of his gloves, and his heavy cloak, and began to hand them to Pele before an predatory snarl loud enough for only the two off them hear escaped her lips. " I mean you know harm." Darek said in the ancient language as he slowly placed the gloves and cloak on the floor before her. " I only wished to help. Nothing more." Darek said as he backed away, though once again never turning his back to her, many found it as a sign of disrespect, he found it as a stupid gesture that would get you killed. Then looking all around he asked what had happened.

[Nayeli]

( L A D Y N A Y E L I )
Featuring
Turin, Leilani, & Awiti

”Sounds like a plan!” I smiled at Lyra, so happy she had agreed to come with me for the evening. It was beyond wonderful and we would be able to catch up. I missed her so much, she had been a great friend during my younger years and that was what I wanted now. Once we were in the room, we caught up on family and life, mostly gossip and such. It was so much fun to catch up with her and then… She mentioned something about Bradley and I blush slightly, ending the evening playfully and laughing at her as she went to the extra bed that had been brought in by some servants so she could sleep in my chambers. Bradley would probably sleep down the hallway next to Turin’s chambers, which was fine with me. As I laid there in bed, my mind went to Bradley, thinking about him. He was handsome, very loyal, and someone I had always admired for the work he did for Lyra. I took in a breath and tried to stop thinking about him, my sleep coming slowly. I turned over slightly to see the moon in my window and smiled.

”You know, Nayeli…” My mother’s voice came to my ears as I closed my eyes, seeing the sky from our old court yard in the royal homes just outside the castle. ”I always considered your best time of the day during the evening.” I looked at my mother, my adult self there, but I knew this was many years ago, which confused me. ”You were always more active, sneaking around like a fox and getting into things like a curious cub.” I smiled… However, something bright began to shine into my eyes and I began to open them to see that the morning was coming, but the sun was on the other side, since my window faced the west slightly and also the city beyond. The eastern side faced the morning sun and also the court yard. I set up, taking in a breathe and standing up to the window side of my bed, grabbing my black robe. I knew that I need to be a bit more bright about things, but I had first been trained as a Assassin, so it stuck to stay as a dark person. All my dresses were dark colored, earth tone and I liked them. I looked over at Lyra who was also waking and I smiled. ”Good Morning.”

[/color] I said, before I heard a loud batch of screaming. I tied my robe and ran out my room, seeing Leilani banging on the door.

Bradley ran out of his room, no shirt, causing me to flush slightly in a light red and then glanced back at Lyra before looking at Leilani, however, I was listening to everyone. ”Are you alright?” I glanced back at Bradley, hearing him speak to Lyra. I had heard of some nightmares that Lyra had, but I had never experienced one. It sounded that one of the elves held their own nightmare. ”It wasn't me, Bradley.” I looked back and then approached the door slightly, pushing Leilani out of the way, knocking myself. ”Please, come out and tell us what is going on.”[/color] Worry was in my voice, but it was still hard and cold. Something had happened and I did not like it at all. ”Who was that?” I glanced back at Bradley. ”One of the Elves… Either one of the Courtess or the sister, Pele.”[/color] My sister knocked on the door again.

I turned to heard what sounded like someone coming up the stairs and then saw the vampire before my brother, complete in armor. ”I'm fine, Bradley. Really. Stop worrying.” As she spoke, the door flung open and a wave of flame came out. I moved back, looking at Leilani who was stomping on her own dress. I heard another door open and saw Awiti looking back out the door. Leilani turned to see her. ”Go back into the room Awiti.”[/color] She nodded and the black girl was gone back into the room. I looked at Leilani, who held work on her face. ”What is this? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” I looked at Pele slightly, seeing something was wrong. Leilani came forward, wanting to help and then Rusalka looked at her, first at Lyra and then at Leilani. ”Your Grace… Perhaps it would be best if we began the negotiations as soon as possible.” She nodded, calling a few servants to her. ”Go to the sitting room, have all the curtains drawn… I know most are, but get them all, I want no one in any discomfort.”[/color] They nodded and went off, Leilani moved aside as the other vampire came forward, along with our brother, Turin.

”The sun must have gotten to her." I heard the voice of the other vampire. Leilani was very observant, she must have known before she left for her own chambers during the night. As he went forward, I heard a deadly snarl as he took off his own gloves and heavy cloak. I heard him speak in the ancient language, however, I was not schooled in the tongue. I looked at them, knowing that she had to be hurt bad if she was that angry. I tried not to get in the way and stepped back to Lyra and Bradley.
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