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  1. Corik’s green eyes scanned the horizon. The sun was just now rising, its bright light glinting off his polished armor and the other children he was with. One of the first things every Child of the Light learned was the importance of taking care of their uniform. It taught discipline and it showed others that as well. There was little to see. Corik squinted against the brightness of the sun. There were admittedly drawbacks to wearing such polished armor. It made it more difficult for them to see and they were like a beacon to anyone that might be looking in their direction. Corik saw only emptiness in the quiet of the new mornings. He felt sharp and awake despite the earliness of the hour. Even though he was not normally out riding in the field at this time he had developed a routine which included rising early for his training. When he had heard of the missing patrol, he had not hesitated to join in the search party. Patrols were rarely late. Things were expected to run smoothly and with punctuality and so they did. Reoccurring issues were not tolerated. The soldiers adjusted or they didn’t last. It was as simple as that. So when the patrol was not only late but had failed to return at all it was a bright waiving warning flag, an alarm bell ringing that something was not right. Something had happened to them. They had been along the western front. Bandits were rarely ever an issue close to the home of the Children of the Light. It was possible to encounter them when traveling but highly unlikely in this case. Everyone knew the foreign invaders were to the West. The Children were divided on how to deal with them. Some believed that they had to be attacked head on. Their use Aes Sedai was confirmation of their service to the dark one. Others thought it was best to leave them alone as long as they stayed where they were and did not encroach on the domain of the Children. Still others pleaded for caution, reluctantly admitting that the army of the Seanchan was superior to their own. It was a difficult thing to hear and so many rejected it outright. He saw the scout returning back to the group quickly. Corik urged his horse towards the front of the group. The others closed in around close as well to hear what the scout would say when he arrived. As a second squadman Corik was the leader technically. He had not had to assert that position yet though and so for the time being things moved more fluidly. The scout slowed his horse as he arrived. He pointed towards a ridge to the west. “I have found their trail. It appears they went off the normal route and up towards that ridge at a steady pace. There does not appear to be any indication that they approached slowly or cautiously. Corik kept his face blank as he listened. Of course he wanted to grimace or curse or admonish the full hardy patrol for rushing in without taking caution. It would do no good here though. They had done what they had felt was best at the time given the information they had available. “Lead on,” Corik said. “We will follow their trail. Despite the natural urge to close with urgency on their last location we will proceed at a more cautious pace.” He looked around at the small group of men and women around him. Conceal your armor and tie down anything that makes noise as you ride. We must be as silent as possible.
  2. ~Ruan~ The pristine oaken hulls shone dully in the low hanging sun. Not yet arisen from its bed, the sun would eventually speed them on their way with fair weather and, the Light willing, swift currents. It would take time to get to their destination, but they were ready now. The High Lady Ruan Andradem Kore Paendrag, Daughter of the Nine Moons and leader of the Return, looked out to see through the spyglass and focussed on the horizon. No land mass would be visible for a long time yet, but it gave her a sense of purpose to look so far ahead. She withdrew it from her eye and held it by her side, reluctant to give it back to the captain even if she held the right to retain it. Orange beams of sunlight strained through the banks of cloud, fading to salmon pinks and the duskier purples where the night struggled to keep its hold. Dim stars twinkled overhead in the mass; Ruan made the symbol for good fortune with her thumb and forefinger and gestured in the hope of smooth sailing. May the Lady of the Shadows not rouse herself to their number yet, she silently prayed. Final preparations and checks were still being made as Ruan walked along the harbour wall to the gangplank to the Hailene. The most prestigious ship of the fleet would naturally carry her. Barrels of food, carefully preserved, would stand the test of the journey, as would the hard biscuits normally carried by ships to further eke out provisions. Not that such deprivation would affect her. No one would dare give the Daughter of the Nine Moons anything less than the highest of anything! And she would not deny it either; the position was hers by right of birth, and the blood spilt by her hand had cemented that right as her own. Small cracks began to appear in the clouds overhead. The sun would be breaking through at any moment. Those to accompany her awaited the final orders to board; there was little remaining to do now. On her words, the Return would begin and on her second words the lines would be cast and the harbour at Seanchan put behind them. She should check that all of the Damane had been brought aboard safely and kennelled and that there were no issues with the Sul’dam. Most likely such issues would not be brought to her attention anyway. Ruan regarded a seabird flying over the boat, dipping its wings briefly in some sort of salute before diving cleanly into the ocean. It was a good omen. She returned her gaze to the deck. At the far end, the handlers were loading the Raken on board; they would be so very essential to the Return. Able to fly easily for long distances carrying scouts and messengers, most of the distance communication would be enabled by these winged darlings. She rather fancied having an exotic, one day. Effectively everything here was her property as she was in command, but it was not the same as raising it oneself. On the far side the soldiers were drilling, preparing themselves for the inevitable resistance they would encounter on the mainland. A few of those hardy souls had caught her eye in training and she felt a few field promotions were in order. As soon as the sun sank behind the horizon this very night she would pen the necessary words to install some of them in her personal guards; Deathwatch by name. The experiences received by a new recruit would be far greater than a lifetime spent in the somewhat protected expanses of the Court of the Nine Moons. Fighting battles was a completely different exotic to protecting the nobility from a dagger in the back, or settling minor land conflicts by open displays of force or object lessons. Besides, it would improve morale, and there would likely be casualties even of those with the calibre of the Deathwatch. An idea occurred to her. No commander would dare let his or her unit become idle or complacent on such an important mission as this, but she felt morale needed to be wooed to her personally, as a figurehead, rather than the Seanchan as a whole. They were proud, and rightly so, but Ruan Andradem Shoa Paendrag did not know how much of that pride was for her mother, the Empress, might She live forever. Tournaments would be held, and the winners further tested and promoted. Daily swims would be encouraged as well as demonstrations of fighting ability. They would acquiesce; they had no choice, but it would be for the good of all. It would be for the Empire. She raised her voice. Every face turned to look at her, even as their downcast eyes did not catch her visage. Every soul stopped what they were doing and looked at her. Time for a speech, she decided, and then time to leave. Time to put Seanchan behind and reclaim what had been denied. It was time. “Until now, those ignorant savages have occupied what is rightfully ours. You know why we load bales and barrels onto so many ships. Now, we return to take back the lands so vehemently denied to our ancestors! Now, we are ready. Do not think you are so little to be noticed. Everyone will have his or her piece of glory in the coming days. New names will be recorded by our scribes and taken to the Empress, might She live forever! Yes, there will be danger, but nothing good is ever easy! For those that demonstrate bravery in the face of adversity there will be riches and there will be glory, prestige and a new name. There will be many lands in need of new leaders, all united under the Ever-Victorious banner and I mean for as many of those that deserve to claim one. Every man, woman and child has their part to play and by the Nine Moons I intend to use you all, but I will reward you handsomely. Now we sail to glory!”
  3. Sabelle walked the halls absentmindly, she had tread these halls so many times her feet knew where they where headed on their own acord. As she neared the section dedicated to the flying units she let her eyes stray the wall paintings and screens, the theme was of course that of the flying exotics. Finaly she reached the front office, she would report here and be shown through to the right office. She left the letter with a secretary without a word, it was bellow her to speak directly to covale, there was several of them busteling around under the watchfull eye of a superior so'jin. Her wait wasnt loong, soon she was followed through to the hall where the offices lay and shown the office she where to enter. She watched the covale knock and then open the door upon an answer from within. Without a second look at the slave she entered and gave the proper greetings to the der'morath'raken inside. If but only her hopes where true she would be joining the masters of her craft before this day was over. She pondered wheter she should have made sure before going that the crest on her head not was to windblown, but she knew that it wasnt, her hair wasnt of the unrully type and the preparations she used in it was enough to make it fall easily in place with a brush of her hand upon landing. No in truth it was but having to wait on a message this important that had her inwardly fuzzing, though she showed no signs outward as it was something she long since had learned to control, showing emotions was a weakness.
  4. The rather large and extravagant home that his 'ally' was using never ceased to amaze. Every detail was exact, from the mundane to the magnificent. There were points where Asmodean felt the urge to stop and simply admire the beauty, allow it time to soak into him, to inspire him. In his mind, notes had been composing themselves on mental paper since he'd stepped into the building, loud enough to nearly overpower the more subtle music that was his own thoughts. Asmodean had always suspected that that music, that sense of harmony in his mind, was the reason why he had always been a more capable governor than general. Battles were about dissonance, about breaking. Governing was more of a balancing act, more about maintaining a harmony. It made sense to him. Ever since his arrival in Seanchan, Asmodean had been busy. Common in his day were tales of rags-to-riches men and women, people who worked, sweat and sacrificed their way to the top to live happily ever after. He himself had once been commissioned to write the musical score for an adaptation. These stories were the basis for Asmodean's plan to rise in Seanchan society. Well, that and a little bit of 'luck'. His rise had started with the unfortunate death by slow roasting of the former court bard of a low-level Blood family. Their son, a man-about-the-town, had stumbled across a replacement a few days later in one of his favorite taverns, a simple gleeman whose songs were summoning laughter and tears and, above all, applause. The boy was utterly entranced by the man's playing, and he'd brought him home that very night to play for his father. After countless hours playing for Lord Derleth, the gleeman found a permanent place as the court bard. Shortly after this, Derleth's family began to experience a change in fortunes. A rival family collapsed into disgrace and financial ruin, eventually being sold like animals on an auction block themselves. Derleth happily took advantage of the situation, more than doubling his area of influence. His bard showed an odd grasp of politics and governing, suggesting things that Lord Derleth would never have thought of, and this began a steady increase of Derleth's wealth. One of Derleth's allies, another of the Blood, perished with his entire family in a house fire, leaving ruin in his district. At his bard's suggestion, Derleth fronted the money to rebuild the other damages done by the fire, thus buying the loyalty of men who had been loyal to a dead lord. Derleth's rise to prominence and rank among the Blood was astounding, landing him in the upper tiers of the wealthy, giving him and his bard access to personal invitations from the ruling family. Asmodean was right where he wanted to be. With a start, Asmodean realized that he was late. A hurried walk through the halls of the manor house brought him to the door of Graendal's private sanctum. Asmodean always dressed for the occasion, and today's meeting saw him in elegant silks, an ebony harp hanging from a shoulder strap on his back. "The High Lady summoned me," he said, bowing slightly to the man at the door. "Could you tell her that the court bard Jaros Nameros is here to see her?"
  5. Taking a to'raken from the capitol to the main military port was a short flight, but to Muaghde it seemed like an eternity. He had just finished with his second ever audience with the Emperor, may he live forever in the Light. Not only was command of the Return given to him, but so was the duty of protecting his daughter. But it wasn't just any of the Emperor's children, but his heir, the Daughter of the Nine Moons. That, with his recent adoption into the Blood was more honor than he could handle in such a short time. With such great honor came great responsibility. He was being trusted with the Empire. If he failed, there would be no court martial, there would be no banishment... there would only be death. Muaghde had been on edge since his utter failure as the Commander at the end of the Hailene. Even after so long and so much success since, it was still in the back of his mind. He looked at the der'morat'to'raken up in the front. He remembered training him about 10 years ago. He was an excellent flier, but didn't have a mind quick enough to handle the smaller raken. Life was simple as a common soldier, even as just the Air General. He had grown up around raken. He knew everything about them. He was perhaps the most famous flier in recent history. He then thought about the girl to his right. The Daughter of the Nine Moons. Light. He looked at his laquered pinky and ring nails. Life was much more complicated now. Until recently, he knew little of land battle or of many of the other exotic animals they used. He knew nothing of politics and issues with the Blood. Now he knew. Even those of higher Blood were envious of this honor. To lead the Return, and to have the stewardship of the Daughter of the Nine Moons was an honor too great, they thought, for one who was once of common blood. However, the Emperor, may he live forever in the Light, had chosen Muaghde because not only was he a military man and far superior in martial knowledge than any of the Blood, but he had been to the east, and he had seen these lands first hand. If he weren't so high in Imperial favor at the moment, he would have been dead long ago. The cold air of the upper skies quickly turned into summer heat as the decended to the landing site, just outside of the port. Muaghde had just now snapped out of his own thoughts to notice the sight in front of him. Ships as far as the eye could see. Thousands. He had long known just how many ships and men he would take, but the sight of it made the Hailene seem like a training excursion. A gaping hole was made in front of them as the four Deathwatch Guards walked in front of Muaghde and Ruan. In matter of minutes, they had arrived to his flagship. He was the largest and grandest ship in all the waters of the world. The Guards went up first, followed by Ruan, then tailed by Muaghde. In such distinguished company, Muaghde was little more than a rear guard, even on his own ship.
  6. "Why must you lie to me? I abhor liars." The man may have been one of the Blood of Seanchan, but he screamed just like any other man would. Asmodean wasn't as talented at the stimulation of the pain centers of the brain as Semirhage was, but he was good enough for something this simple. All the man would know is that the man standing before him would reach out at touch his forehead, and there would be pain. A lot of pain. "You primitives couldn't lie to save your lives. I know that she's here somewhere, High Lord. Where is she hiding?" Asmodean had to give the man credit; he had held up for the past two hours, but he was going to break. Reaching out to the Air-bound man, Asmodean touched his temple, spinning a web of all five elements and touching it on the man's pain centers. The screams came immediately, pleading, begging, and promising anything. Asmodean didn't think anything about increasing the stimulation. The man's pleading changed into wordless howls of agony. It sounded almost musical... There was an ocean between him and Semirhage, but Asmodean wouldn't feel safe until the Dark Lady was dead. That was part of the reason why he had chosen Seanchan. If she did what Asmodean expected and fled to a stronghold somewhere else, he would need an army to see to her. And a Seanchan army? She might not even die. How Asmodean would gloat if he could stand over her and see her broken and leashed. The chaff whittled away, the strong core left. And Asmodean would be at its head. It took a moment for Asmodean to realize that the agonized screams had changed into a name. The name of a High Lady. Perfect, Asmodean thought, letting the weave dissolve. "You've done well, High Lord. Thank you." Asmodean's bow was mocking. Dark eyes glittered in their deep-set sockets. "As payment for your services, I won't kill you." The High Lord relaxed visibly against his bonds of Air. Asmodean began to spin again. Compulsion was not a Talent for him, but there were some things within his power. As the web settled upon the man, Asmodean said, "Okay, listen well. You will leave here, mentioning nothing of what has happened, and you will go before the Seekers of the Truth and confess to them that you are a Darkfriend. And you will go now." The man's eyes widened, but once the weave locked in, he had no choice. Even the basest delving by one of these damane and their sul'dam handlers would reveal the weaving, and the man would know exactly what happened, but he would have no choice. He was dead. In the most technical sense, Asmodean hadn't lied. Now to go meet an old friend... ****** Getting into Graendal's stronghold wasn't nearly as difficult as Asmodean had thought it would be. Aside from the guards on the door, he met no resistance except for the guards at the door. Getting in to meet her, on the other hand... "Please state your business, Bard," the doorman said in that strange, slurred accent of the Seanchan. Asmodean smiled the same smile he'd given his mother just before severing her. Even three thousand years couldn't dim that memory; she had been the first to surmise what he had become. But now wasn't the time to reminisce over days long dead. "If you could, tell the High Lady that an old friend named Joar is here to see her. Tell her that it feels like an Age has passed since we last saw each other." In truth, it hadn't been nearly that long, but she would get the picture.
  7. The world had many new and exciting things to show Ikena Adelar. The military barracks outside the port city of Shon Kifar were not one of them. Since she had first tested true to the bracelet Ikena had been to a number of similiar encampments to walk among the soldiers and train the damane that would walk into battle. The encampment was the same orderly chaos that she had always associated with soldiers, though today's sojourn was about her companion. She walked with Chali among the soldier's today, reviewing the troops and getting her acclimated with the camp and the soldier's in general. Damane were normally kept separate from the main body of the army, but Ikena liked the damane to understand the working of the army they would be working with. And the layouts of the camps in case anything happened to her. Showing the damane around the camp here would at least get her to understand the workings of a military camp, even if it wasn't the one they would eventually be stationed in. Of course, they still had some time in Shon Kifar before the ship took them across the sea to the land of their forefather's but Ikena was making use of their time here. There was never a time when she would stop training Chali, though she had long since given up hope that the damane would regain her personality. It had been too thoroughly beaten out of her and though she had tried for their first year together, Ikena had never been able to get Chali back. Two years now they had worked as a team and though Ikena had sweated the cose, she had never regretted the purchase of her own damane. She had been given honors and had gained the same for her family. She had become known as someone who handled tough cases well so her services were asked for around the Empire. And now, when they were preparing for the Return, she was in a position to be among them. "What do you think of it Chali?" She asked the woman attached to the leash on her wrist. Throughout her two years of service with Mistress Ikena, her leash holder had never ceased asking her questions about the things around them. Her answers did not matter, but they were expected of her so she was required to conjure an answer. Any answer would do, but she was required to satisfy her mistress as best she could so she fulfilled her duty as she was able. "It is a military camp, Mistress Ikena." That is what she thought, as that was what she saw though it mattered little. What mattered was that she served and that was what she did. Ikena shook her head and gave a small smile to the damane. Her answers were always the same, though Ikena couldn't break her own habit of asking. It made her feel less alone to talk to the damane, her only constant companion since her father's death years before. She couldn't help but think that somewhere in Chali's mind there was an actual answer, a true response to the things she asked about. She would never know what it was but it had to be there somewhere. Either way, Chali had been a good damane and their work was recognized as well as their good repore so she didn't get upset over the lack anymore. "Take notice of the lines and the way they interact." Ikena said as they continued walking. "Military camps are almost always set up in a similiar fashion. Once you understand their workings you will be able to navigate them much easier. We'll have time to learn our base camp on the other side of the Sea, but I want you to learn what you can here." She said, confident that her damane would do as she commanded. Listening to Mistress Ikena, while she took note of the command she was already aware of the camp layout. One was much the same as any other with few differences, if she needed to she could find her way around easily enough. If she had been more aware of herself, she would have asked the question of why it was even necessary for her to be able to know how to navigate the camp because all she had to do was stay with her sul'dam, but she wasn't so the question went unspoken. Instead she followed and took heed as instructed. Ikena didn't waste time as they walked. She knew where she was headed in a general way and with few questions was able to stand before the tent she had been told to report to. She hated these sort of first time introductions, but it was part of her duty and she wasn't about to shirk off anything. She approached the tent with her head held high and herattention firmly on the behaviour of her damane. After all this time it wasn't likely the creature would misbehave, but Ikena wasn't about to start this compaign on an off note. "I need to speak with General Suloth." She said to an underling at the main tent. "Tell him Sul'dam Ikena Adelar is reporting for duty." Ikena Adelar Sul'dam Chali Damane
  8. Obedience. That was what it meant to be damane. A leashed one, one who surrendered their will for the greater good of the Empire. A risk to all those around them yet at the same time a source of miracles and wonders when harnessed for the right purposes. Damane were possessed of many skills beyond their ability to channel, talents as it were that made them apt at certain applications of the One Power. Some could sense metals in the earth, some could make those with one foot in the grave whole again, and still there were others who could shatter armies singlehandedly. Regardless of their talents or abilities, they were the most prized slaves one could find. So prized that the Imperial throne owned all of the damane. Well, all but a few. There were occasions were the Imperial Throne did not claim ownership of a damane, or they required funds and would sell one of their own off in order to fill their coffers quickly. Sometimes the weakest were sold, the least desirable or those that did not please their mistresses. Such displeasure was often marked with punishments that would have made those an Ocean away shudder at the cruelty of such a thing. But it was not cruel to punish an animal, it was simply another way of taming a beast. Punishments could range from a flogging to disfigurements and amputations, and that was not even giving consideration to things that could be done with the One Power. Such damane fetched low prices when they were sold because as prized as they were, such marks revealed a damane's unruliness or inability to perform as was required of them. In any property that would be a concern, but with damane and the powers at their command it was a dangerous risk to take. These were things that all those present in the auction house were aware of as they sat in their gilded seats. A small room, it was nevertheless full with potential buyers and spectators who had come to witness and perhaps bid on the item that was being brought forth today. A rare occasion it was, the sale of a damane. Not that the damane knew why she was being sold or what price she would fetch. In fact, she had no care at all as she was led up to the stage and presented before all those present. Pristine, elegant, there were no marks upon her to suggest she had was intractable. Five feet in height and of athletic build, her dark hair fell no farther than her jaw. Yet there was something different about her that only a trained eye would have realised. Damane were well trained to behave in public, yet their eyes were still questioning of what was about them, childish curiosity matching the infantile personalities they had been shaped into. In this damane's deep green eyes there was nothing.
  9. Peaten strode silently and quickly over the vast area of the Great Blight. At least, the reflection of the Great Blight in the Dreamworld. It was no where near as fast as traveling with the One Power, but it was still faster than the Ways, and much faster than riding or walking. Of the all gifts the Great Lord had given him, channeling was not one of them, so he made due. The Blight soon turned to tundra, then quickly to a sheet of pure ice and snow. He had never journeyed to this part of the world in Tel'aran'rhoid before. It was odd. Things that moved in the waking world were often blurred images here. Sometimes holes formed in the thinner ice out of nowhere. He would have to go farther north to be safe. He travelled thousands of miles in just a few hours. He could have gotten there faster if he had ran, but he was in no hurry. Rescue was not his primary purpose in life, but if the Chosen commanded it, he must obey. Soon, the ice turned back into tundra, and the tundra back into Blight. They called it the Lesser Blight here, as shadowspawn had been ridden from it long ago. It was not his first time on the continent of Seanchan. In life, he had travelled to nearly every land in the world, even as far as the Land of Madmen. He exited in flesh into the waking world, just outside of the city. The sul'dam he was supposed to meet needed to be contacted at night, so he had a few hours to burn. He found an inn close to where they kept the damane. The Seanchan did have one good idea there... keep the witches leashed. Finally, the time came. As full nightfall came, Peaten went into a half-sleep. It took some guesswork, but a Darkfriend's dream was relavively easy to single out... I have come for the damane. You will carve a mark in her door for me to find, and you will wait there for me. ...he woke up and gave the witch handler a few minutes to get there. Then he opened up a gateway to the World of Dreams and entered again in the flesh. He was free there to walk through the palace at will until he found the mark of the Dragon etched into one of the doors. He exited to find the sul'dam waiting for him. She gave a start, obviously not expecting a man to appear from out of thin air. Without a word she opened the door of the damane kennel. She singled out one of them and walked over to her. "You are M'Bela?" he demanded. The leashed one nodded. "Take that... thing off of her." Peaten al'Kar The Slayer
  10. I am so sorry that I didn't get this up yesterday, I had every intention of doing so but I got completely swamped with uni work. Ack! IC: There was a crash and a splatter as the plate fell to the floor, and the head of the table frowned down at the girl now whimpering on the floor. Hardly the best way to start breakfast, and Edie frowned as the girl cried something about the plate jumping from her hands, but before any of them could speak, the cutlery was dancing across the tables and imbedding itself in the chairs, the candles, and even one of the covale. Blood and flames and chaos took over their table and after putting out the flames from the candle that had fallen over, Edie darted out into the streets, following the sound of the cries that she could hear. They lived close to the heart of Seandar, and everywhere she looked Edeline Jadien saw chaos. Carts had overturned, their contents pummelling the shoppers and shopkeepers alike - some of whom had the grave misfortune of standing at a cart loaded with weapons. Stones were flying about and people were spilling into the streets with bedsheets tangled around their necks and pots straining to beat them, and Edie was stunned speechless. How was this happening? What was it that was happening? She could not tell, she could not know... and then she saw it. The exotics had gotten loose. To'raken flew above the city, saddles slipping and reins broken. Grolm bounded the streets in packs that Edie quickly darted into a building to avoid - but that was not the worst of it. The damane... There were women in gray dresses everywhere, walking free, uncollared and uncontrolled. If only she had gone for training with the sul'dam before now, Edie may have been able to help. But instead she watched helpless, unsure what to do, with no ideas coming as to how to stop the damane from wreaking such havoc in the capital city of the Seanchan empire. How had they gotten out? Who had let them loose? Heads would roll, she was sure, but what were they going to do to get the city back under control? Some of them simply looked lost, and one damane was sitting in the middle of the street crying, clutching at her neck. But others were smiling and obviously enjoying the chance to get back at the sul'dam who had held them collared so long, and Edie shook her head as she saw at least one corpse wearing a lightning-bolt dress. Perhaps it was a good thing that she'd had no training after all. A whistling sound was her only warning and she ducked to avoid the heavy porcelain bowl that had been thrown at her head, watching as it smashed against the wall and fell in pieces at her feet.
  11. The rich aroma of the kaf reached her nose before she reached the kaf house, and Edie breathed in deep, enjoying the scent and even more enjoying the anticipation of the taste. She could have kaf at home, it was true, but sometimes she just wanted to get away from her parents, who were beginning to chafe with all their lectures of what was the right thing to do and the right way to act to be true to their noble house. Edie snorted at the thought. She was considering going down and training with the sul'dam for a while, even though it would gain her no prestige, unlike some of the girls who were the only hope of their families. Still, training damane could be interesting, though Edeline was willing to admit - to herself, if no-one else - a slight nervousness about holding her sister's collar. She is not your sister anymore. Her name had been struck off the records, true enough, but her mother was adamant that if Edie reminded anyone of the family's weakness in producing such a daughter she could lose face not only for herself but for her future children as well. Edie wasn't worried - she hadn't told her mother about it, but there was a young man from another house, slightly higher in standing to their own, who was interested in her, and since she could not marry anyone that she wanted, she might as well marry someone who would let her behave how she wanted. She pushed all the thoughts from her mind as she reached the source of the scent, though, and she entered the kaf house and took a seat that would allow her to watch the people going past, ordering a pot of the potent brew and a selection of pastries and sweets to accompany it. She knew that she would not eat them all, and so she left the other seats on her table empty and facing in such a way that showed she was not wanting the table to herself, which some might have presumed from the parts of her hair that were shorn. Taking a deep sip of the brew, and enjoying all of the sensations that it gave, Edie settled down to watch the people going by. ~Edeline of House Jadien
  12. OOC: wow, first to post and a first post for my first SC character! IC: The long corridor down to the main bedroom was dark, the curtains were drawn and the mistress of the house had retreated to her rooms. The housekeeping staff knew not to bother her, for she had a bad temper these days. They sent someone on turns to visit her and see if she needed anything, usually no more than a cup of tea or some fresh water. She did not eat and had not for thee days straight now, the servants were not very fond of Lady Gundun but they knew that it was not all her fault. The Master of the house had wronged her badly and the girl he had used for his pleasure and to lower himself and the house name had been fired on the spot. Lori was stupid, the staff had agreed on this weeks before Lady Gundun had even found out. Maybe they were stupid for not informing her of what they had seen happening right under their noses. But even the staff felt that this shame was brought on them as much as on their House, only they could not dwell in it as much as the Lady Gundun did. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and then slamming shut filled the empty corridor. Light clicking noises of slippered feet on a rush were heard over the marble stone floors. The door swung open again and a woman’s voice yelled, “Get the note over to her now and get me someone to help me dress up,†the servant girl was new, hired after Lori was fired. Jinni was new to the work, just out of her home from the safety of her mother’s wings she had chosen an occupation in this house. She regretted it now, on her second day as the Lady of the house was yelling at her for things her predecessor had done. And then the note that had been handed to her, for the Master’s mother to find that her daughter in law would attend dinner that evening. Jinni wiped her brow and was suddenly very glad she was not born in a high family and did not have to worry about such important things as dinner by invitation and the status that came with the right invitations. “What insolence,†Kaira muttered and stomped her feet as she walked up and down her room. Her deep red robes flung about the soft silk hem she wore and this made her even more angry. For the past three days she had been hiding away in her bedroom, not getting dressed, not powdering her face, not even bothering to comb her hair. But that was going to change now, she was no longer the victim and he would know, he would know and he would regret beyond what he had tried to regret so far. She would make sure, for revenge was sweet, especially if she could gain from it personally. Kaira smirked and heard a soft knock disturb her thoughts. The girl had been quick about her errand and Sophia helped her in a dress that suited Kaira’s mood. It was a deep brown color with green slashes from the hem down to the ankles. It had a high cut neckline and with her hair up in a bun, Kaira looked regal and nothing like the woman scorned that had hidden away from the world over the betrayal of her husband. Glancing over her reflection in the small hand mirror, Kaira smirked and said, “I’m ready,†then closed her eyes and let the world die down around her as she prepared herself for the meeting with his mother. Her demands would be met, she would see to that now. Kaira Gundun Disgruntled spouse
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