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« Reply #75 on: June 15, 2006, 03:20:23 AM »

Naya did think, when she heard the king's words. On her face, none of her thoughts showed. She had already entered into the Emptiness, so that her thoughts might be as turbulent as they liked, they would not distract her, or change her face. After staying silent for a while, thinking, she replied the king in a clear voice.

"Sire, I am fully aware of the dangers of this contest. I have, indeed, been trained from childhood to prevent them from harming me. Since childhood, I have been in many situations more dangerous than the ground of a contest, however incompetent the contestants. As you see, I retain the use of all my limbs. I mean not to say that any of today's contestants are incompetent, merely that incompetence makes any contest much more dangerous.
As to the matter of armour, I would put this question to you, Your Majesty. I do not know whether you prefer armour to no armour in your fighting, and whether you have fought without. Yet if you can compare the two, fighting with armour or fighting without, during which of the two would you say you had more of a chance to avoid an incoming blow?"

This was said with respect in her voice. Then she thought of something else.

"If I should be allowed, Sire, to compete, I ask only one thing. I do not have a shield of my own. I make that concession to armour, if you should be able to provide me with one."

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« Reply #76 on: June 16, 2006, 02:29:23 AM »

Voltigar smiled as he heard Naya speak.  She had confidence, and a strong will.  He admired her for that.  "Lady Naya before I give my decision I wish to speak to this other competitor, the one who seems to think your skills are not something to be bothered with, yet at the same time, I think he likes you."

Voltigar turned his eyes upon Malavon. "Sir Malavon, from whence do ye hail from and if I did allow Lady Naya to compete would you compete with her?" He asked, his eyes twinkling with delight.  He decided to let each competitor decided for themselves if they wished to compete with Lady Naya.

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« Reply #77 on: June 16, 2006, 04:38:23 AM »

Malavon smiled as he heard Naya response to the king , and when the king asked him if he would fight her and where he came , with a open smile , showing his white teeth , Malavon said :

Malavon - Well my Lord , let´s just say that i am from the helcrani people , you see i never had a place that i could call home .

About competing with lady Naya , i will glady do it .
Althought it broken´s my heart with the mere thought of hurting someone as lovely as her .

Finishing his answer , he bowed and  blinked his eye at Naya , to watch her reaction .

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« Reply #78 on: June 16, 2006, 05:10:23 AM »

Naya could not help smiling at the handsome man's description of her. 'Lovely' was not often used in combination with her name. Many men found her face a little too angular, and others a little too brown, to fit their tastes. She didn't care for being lovely, so she was rarely touched by disapprobation of this sort. Being described as lovely filled her with some mirth, more than anything else.

"Sir Malavon, I am no more 'lovely' than I am a lady. I thank you however, for being prepared to fight with me. That is not something every man would do, finding fighting with a woman beneath their dignity. That at least can not be held against you."
She rather insinuatingly stressed the 'that', clearly referring to his earlier words of insult, which had been rather ungallant, whether they had been uttered with the idea of contempt behind them, or the idea of pleasantry.

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« Reply #79 on: June 16, 2006, 09:47:23 AM »

Cherri stepped back slightly not really sure what she should do.  Her attention then became focused on another female wanting to enter the contest.  Cherri watched the King's face carefully to see where his thoughts were heading.  For the briefest of blinks Cherri thought she saw hesitation, but then the King's face was pleasant as it had been before the interuption and carried on as Cherri hoped he would.  The woman would be allowed to compete if the men would challenge her it appeared.

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Clayton was startled by the King's request, but only oozed gracious humbleness.  After the King had finished speaking to the new contestants Clayton cleared his throat.  

"My liege, I had not expected to compete in the tournament today seeing it is my wedding day and I doubt my new bride would be so forgiving if I wounded myself this of all days."

Clayton's tone of voice was humble and yet held a jovialness to it as he hoped his 'joke' would hit home.  Clayton smiled at Cadence, who turned a bright shade of pink catching the innuendo, Clayton continued not wanting to seem like a coward before the Count and wanting to get into the King's good graces.

"I will, however, my lord take up a sword in your honor tho I do not believe I shall make it far in the competition against such well trained men such as the Coun't's sons.  But if it is your will sire, and with my bride's blessing of course, I shall give it a good try."

Clayton hoped that Cadence would object, but not seeing her speak up Clayton left the decision to the King.  He was fairly good with a blade seeing as he had made a living by it once long ago, Clayton could only wait in humble silence.

Iris took the child's toy carefully catching the look in the King's eye.  Yes, she knew him well Iris thought to herself as she carefully accepted the small package.  Iris had been wondering why Mitch was walking around with a toy on his shoulder until the 'toy' started squirming.  Iris carefully kept it hidden from view until she saw the little person look at her placing a tiny finger to her lips.  'A Brownie?' Iris thought.  She had heard of them before, but had never seen one.  Apparently this one wished to remain unknown and Iris would ensure just that.  Carefully and delicately Iris positioned the Brownie so that it might enjoy the competition just as everyone else.  She hoped that she gave the Brownie enough support without causing the poor little thing to strain itself.  Iris pulled a cloth napkin from a pocket in her dress and pretended to dab at her nose.  She then nonchalantely looked around to see who might be watching and when she saw no one was she positioned the hankerchief naturally in her hand which also helped to hide the Brownie from those sitting on the otherside of the King, namely the Count and Clayton.

Cadence turned to Iris and asked in a quiet tone while the men were talking, "Iris, what toy has the King given you?  Let me see please, Iris.  Is it like the doll I had as a child?" Cadence's hand came up to inspect the toy she thought Iris was holding.  Iris quickly caught her sister's eye and hoping she would catch her meaning told Cadence, "No sister, this is not like the doll you had as a child.  I would not wish for its rightful owner to see her being handled by everyone for you remember well how you didn't want anyone to touch your dolly.  I am sure the owner of this toy feels the same."

Cadence halted her hand in gently lowered it to her lap as she listened to Iris speak.  A thoughtful look crossed Cadence's face and then cleared as she vividly remembered clutching her dolly to her scretching at Iris to not touch her 'baby'.  Cadence laughed at the thought and nodded her head in agreement.  "How right you are dear sister.  I do remember quiet well how I responded to anyone even thinking of doing such a horrid thing such as touch my dolly." Cadence fell silent lost in her memories of childhood.  Most were not fond, but those that were Cadence treasured.

Iris nodded her head smiling, "Yes, this dolly is quiet safe with me." Iris stated quietly to the little Brownie.

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« Reply #80 on: June 22, 2006, 01:22:23 AM »

"Well said, Sir Malavon." replied Voltigar.

MItch stepped up and spoke, "Sire it would be my pleasure as well to compete with Lady Naya."

Voltigar smiled at the young knight.  He was so eager to please. Not knowing that what he did may cause him ridicule among others. "Well said, Sir Mitch."

Voltigar turned his gaze upon the four brothers. "What say ye?" He asked them.

Sir Ephriam spoke loudly, proudly and a bit arrogant. "Sire, my voice rings with my fathers. I will not engage in any sport with a woman. A woman's place is beside her husband, bearing and raising his children.  What you do with your kingdom is your buisness, but it will not be mine."

Voltigar looked at the other three, "And does that go for all of you?" He asked.

"Yes Sire," came two replies, but Nathaniel, the youngest turned his head and was staring at Naya.  

"Nathaniel?" Run'ior asked.

Nathaniel turned and faced his father, his voice a bit faltering. "Father, I am a grown man. I have my spurs. I ask myself if we are willing to live under King Voltigar's protection, why are we not willing to listen to his council?"  His voice grew stronger and louder as he continued speaking. "The world around us is changing.  Many different cultures come to our city. We are willing to take their money, sell them our goods, even marry some of our daughters and sons to them, but why father, when some of them, knowing full well the risks and willing to bear those risks, want to compete in friendly competition do we put up barriers?"

He turned and stared once more at Naya while continuing to speak. "I believe the King is right and wise when it comes to the people of Voldar and its many visitors, therefore I have decided, I will cross swords with Lady Naya."

"Nathaniel! You will not! I forbid it!" Run'ior yelled.

Nathaniel faced his father once again, "Father you taught me many things, things I will never forget. One thing you taught me was that a man has to think for himself, make a decision and then follow through.  I have thought for myself, I have made my decision and I am now willing to follow through."

"Even if means going against your own father and blood?  I do not believe you have thought it through. True, I taught you that, but I also have taught you and your brothers, that blood is blood and you never go against family."

"Father, I love you and I love my mother and my brothers and sisters, but sometimes a man has to do what a man has to do."

Ephriam spit on the ground. "You are not a man. You are just a boy pretending to be a man. Father gave you those spurs so that you would be able to compete and because he thought you were...family.  I tried to tell you father that he was too young. Look at the way he stares at that woman He is smitten with her. That is why he is willing to cross swords with her and to turn his back upon the family."

He took a few steps toward Nathaniel who turned and squarely faced him. Ephriam took off his gauntlets and slapped his brother across the helm hard enough to make Nathaniel's head ring; the final blow caught his lip and caused it to bleed. "Change your mind. Ask father for his forgiveness."

Nathaniel stood straight, not caring about the blood that trickled out of his mouth onto his helm. "Or what, brother?"

"Or I will disavow you as my brother as it should be against anyone who goes against father and family." Ephriam replied.

Nathaniel turned and looked at his father, trying to hold back his tears. "Father?" He asked. "Is that true? You would disown me?"

The Count's face twitched but for a moment, he then sadly nodded. "Yes, Nathaniel. But all will be forgiven. Forget this woman. Forget this tournament. There will be others."

Nathaniel was silent finally he spoke in a clear voice. "This is your decision father, not mine.  But I have decided. I stand with the King!"

"Nathaniel!" Count Run'ior yelled.

"I have made up my mind, father."

The Count suddenly twisted and faced Voltigar his face red with rage. "You! You have twisted and somehow bewitched my son's mind."  He searched the stands and the grounds and saw the man he had met the night before the magician named Kain, waiting, watching silently beside a guard.  He pointed a finger at Kain and shouted. "People of Voldar beware of your King for he bring among you one who weilds true magic. One who can turn your own flesh and blood against you!"

He whirled and pointed his finger at Voltigar.  This man, this man is a true magician and this...this man, whom you call King has allowed him to come amongst us and bewitch us!  I call upon all those who are loyal to Voldar. To its glorious history and Kings who wielded power like it was meant to be to stand with me.  Voltigar I and my knights disavow your kingdom. I will destroy you, Voltigar. I will make it my mission in life to see you off of your throne and your head upon this cities spires."

Mitch yelled, "Thou shalt not talk of this to the King. As I take Commander Scar's place I toss my gauntlet in your face."  Mitch began walking up to the Count when Ephriam stood in his path. "I fight for my father." And before anyone knew Ephriam drew his sword, and plunged it into Mitch's unprotected side.

A look of shock and surprise spread across the young man's face as he looked down upon the gaping wound with his blood gushing out. He fell to the ground...dead.

"Arrest that man!!" Voltgar yelled in shock as well.

"Several guards ran forward, but Ephriam's brothers drew their swords as well as the Count.

Nathaniel who had been thrown off balance by the death of the young knight, looked stricken, but he drew his sword, facing his brothers and his father.

Then about a half of all of the Nobles in the stands with their knights stood up and joined the Count.  The other half joined with Mitch, the two sides, swords drawn facing each other, each one eyeing the other closely.

"Count Run'ior, I did not want this to happen. I pleaded with you to go home. I..." Voltigar's voice broke.

"Unless you want a blood bath, I suggest you allow my sons and I and all those who follow me to take my son and leave peacefully!"

Voltigar nodded.

The Count stared at Clayton. "You, young man you seem to be in your right mind. Do you want to come along with us?  Then come. Take your bride and come with us. I will give you sanctuary and a place in my home."

Voltigar turned and stared at Clayton, wondering what he would do?  He also side glanced at Iris and Cadence and wondered what they were thinking.  This was all so surreal.

"Run'ior I will let you and your sons go for now, for I wish no blood shed. But I have the power to strip you of your title and lands and I will do so if you push this any farther. And that goes for each Noble who sides with this man.  Think about that before you do something rash.  Tempers have flared this day. An innocent man has been killed. Let us all go to our homes, and reflect upon what has happened. Let us all cool down and then on the morrow come to the palace to discuss our grievances. But I will not allow any of my staff to leave my side."

"Voltigar you can try and take my lands, but I will fight for them to my dying breath."

The other Nobles standing with Run'ior nodded their assent as well.

Voltigar sadly nodded, "Guards escort these to the city's gate, mark them and then let them go."  He turned to Clayton, "If you wish to go with the Count, you may, but Cadence stays with me and her sister, unless she decideds on her own to go with you."

Then without even acknowledging the Count or his followers he turned back to face those in front of him and his people.  "I fear that the festivities of the day have been cancelled.  Please go to your respective homes."

He watched as the crowd, shocked and bewildered, slowly walked away until all there was left were a few curious bystanders, the lady archer still under arrest, Lady Naya, Sir Malavon, Sir Nathaniel, the Nobles and knights that were still loyal to him, who were facing off the Count's knights and those civillians still in the stands; including Master Clayton, Iris and Cadence.   He wondered what Clayton was going to do and what especially would be Cadenence's answer/

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« Reply #81 on: June 23, 2006, 03:08:23 AM »

Naya nodded towards the young man with a friendly smile, thanking him in turn for his words. Then she turned her attention to the knights. As soon as the eldest spoke, she knew he would not fight her. As his speech continued, she knew that it was just as well that she was maintaining the Emptiness. Otherwise she just might have lost her cool. Now however, she didn't deign to reply to his assertions. Only to herself did she say: 'His children? And they are not her own?'
Luckily, the knight had one brother worth his gold. She smiled at him encouragingly as he formed his words. His brother wasn't right. This Nathaniel was a man. If you had the courage to stand up to both your father and your brothers, because you believed that you were doing the right thing, then you could no longer be considered a child.
Then, everything started to happen at once. The count defied the king, and before anyone could do anything, a young man lay dead on the ground. Had Voltigar been able to do something, anything, to prevent this death from happening, he would have. That much was obvious
Things were heating up rapidly. As a result of the murder, suddenly half of the armed people was threatening the other half. Silently she drew her own sword. At the same time she couldn't stop wondering: all of this because she had wanted to participate in a stupid contest? And yet, she instinctively felt that there was more to it. The cause lay deeper than just a fighting woman.
When the king's newly-made enemies had been escorted from the tournament grounds, she noticed that the wolf, who was still sitting next to her, was growling. He, too, had sensed the dangerous situation, and had had the same reaction, in his own way. She squatted down next to him for a while, talking to him, explaining as well as she could. Noone else could have understood her at that moment, as her language consisted solely of those gestures, growls and the like which made up the Wolf language. When he had calmed down, she turned to the dias. She then saw that they were waiting for something, but she wasn't sure what. She had missed something while she had been occupied with the wolf. Still, she waited too, sword still in hand but lowered, not threatening anyone.

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« Reply #82 on: June 23, 2006, 09:52:23 AM »

Cherri was happy to see that there were men who were willing to test their mettle against a woman and equally happy that she herself had been met with acceptance rather than hostility.  Cherri and the other archers seemed to have been forgotten.  The guards were still surrounding the elfess who had interferred with a perfectly good shot, but had dropped their guard alittle as they became wrapped up in the contraversary that was becoming a rather heated point.  Cherri was on the other hand watching more the dias and the King than anyone else.  Cherri had read of Great Kings of the past and knew that this one before her would surely have brave and noble stories about him as well.  She just hoped that those stories were not in the near future.  Her attention was drawn to the one of the Knights as he made a declaration of not fighting a women and then before Cherri knew what was happening it seemed as if Coór himself unleashed madness all about her.  She had not the time to even process what was unfolding before her until it was too late.  A young man lay murdered on the ground.  Cherri began to subtley loosen a pouch at her waist containing ashes.  To see a man murder another so erronously was wrong and struck something deep within her.  Her violet eyes darkened with anger as she gathered the ash in her hand repeating the spell in her mind.  

Then suddenly there was a man, the soldiers's father apparently, shouting and pointing to a mage.  Cherri's eyes quickly darted to where the man was gesturing.  She saw the fear on the commoners faces and knew that now would not be a good time for magic, she could easily be cast out into the street or done worse by the commoners if someone came to suspect her of true magic.  Cherri let the ash fall un-noticed to the ground and silently vowed that she would see this man again.  While the guard's death should have meant nothing to her, to see someone killed for no reason struck a cord deep within her.  The poor guard would be avenged, she would make sure of that.

Cherri then watched as the King questioned the man who had leered at her in the beginning of the tournament about whether he would stay or go, then the King's guards escorted the traitors to the palace gates.

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Iris had felt the tension growing about whether the young lady would be allowed to compete and she only knew things were about to become worse when the Nathanial went against his father.  Iris quickly turned brownie away from what Iris knew was about to happen.  Sir Ephriam was too much in his father's image to back down.  Iris did not foresee the distrastrous turn that this competition was about to take.  Then everything happened so quickly Iris could only clutch Cadecence's head to her breast, as a mother would her child, trying to shun her from the scene of Sir Ephriam stabbing young Sir Mitch.  Iris herself took a sharp inhale as the sword pentrated Mitch's side and then looked away squeezing her eyes close to rid them of the image os Sir Mitch falling to ground dead blood rushing from his side.  He had expected to fight an honorable man and was met with only deceit.

Cadence wriggled free of Iris looking bewildered about her.  "Clayton!" Cadence cried in the midst of the turmoil.  Clayton would protect her.  That is why he married her.  Cadence fought Iris's grip frantically wanting the strong arms of her husband to hold her when she froze as the Count asked Clayton to join him.  Cadence turned questioning eyes to her husband all else forgotten for the moment.  Then Cadence heard the King's voice say that she had Iris would remain regardless of his decision.  Cadence took a step back towards Iris and then stopped waiting for his decision.

Clayton was almost beside himself with happiness as the upstart began to take form.  This was turning out to be a great day after all.  And he still had his Bride for tonight.  Then before his very eyes, all hell broke loose and the Count was inviting him to take Cadence and leave.  Clayton would have done so that very moment whether Cadence agreed or not for a woman followed her husband where he went, not the other way around.  Then the King's voice which was low a more calm than anytime before penetrated his thoughts.  Clayton had his own agenda to keep or else it wouldn't matter who offered him protection he would wind up dead all the same.  He had come to get close to the King and could not afford a simple Count to cost him all he had been working so hard on achieving.  Clayton shook his head and declined the Count's offer, "I do not wish to go against the King's will." Clayton said solidily.  Then only loud enough for the Count to hear he whispered, "Our paths shall cross again soon my friend and perhaps we shall find we have more in common than first thought."  Clayton knew the Count would not like the thought of them having anything in common, but his eyes only glittered with a dark secret as he turned from the Count and walked towards the King.  "My place is with my wife, my liege.  I believe now would be a very good time to discuss the matters I had mentioned before since there does not seem there will be any more festivities this day." Clayton motioned for Cadence to come to his side, which she did hesistantly at first.

Iris rose and looked to the one they called Kain and an icy chill ran down her spine.  She moved closer to Voltair.  "My King, the people are upset by the mention of Kain and do not know what to make of what the Count has said.  Untrue information could breed unfounded fear with the people." Iris spoke quietly as she held the Brownie close her.  There was something about the little one that made her feel protective.  Iris took a step back and looked down from the dias to Cherri.  She liked the elfess and wished to know more of her.  "Sire, with your permission I would like to invite both Lady Cherri and Lady Naya back as my guests, if you would permit me to."  Iris had never taken "guests" to the palace and hoped that she was not overstepping herself.  "Or if you would prefer I shall stay behind and join their company for a while."

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« Reply #83 on: June 24, 2006, 12:38:23 AM »

Thai

Thai was one of those along with his barmaids who stayed behind.  He was shocked, saddened and several thoughts ran through his head; one mainly, Where the Coor was Damien? He would and could have stopped all of this!  The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.

Finally he packed his things in the wagon and telling the girls to climb aboard he headed back to Arth's.

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« Reply #84 on: June 27, 2006, 02:47:23 AM »

Voltigar watched sadly, his eyes misting, as men picked up the slain knight and carried him off the field.  He barely heard Clayton's reply to the Count before the Count and the rest were escorted off of the field and out of the city.  He felt so lost and alone.  He wished Damien was here and wondered briefly where he had went and also that he had not ordered Damien to leave, but at the time he thought it best...now he wished...

Iris seemed very calm and asked to have Lady Naya and Lady Cheri as guests to the palace.  Voltigar looked at Iris, "You presume much for a servant." He saw the look in Iris's eyes and regretted it, but it was said and he could not take back his words, not now, not in front of the rest of his men or in front of Clayton.  He had to be strong.

"However, your suggestion has merit," he looked down, "I invite you; Lady Naya, Lady Cheri, Sir Malavon, Sir Nathaniel and Master Clayton to my home. Will you accept?" He asked.

Nathaniel was still staring into the distance where his father and brothers had gone.  Then he looked up into Voltigar's face. "Sire, you would take into your home the son and brother of one who killed one of your own knights."

"Son, Sir Nathaniel, that brave knight died defending his King. I know of no other braver and better way to die.  I shall take care of his family as long as I live.  You, Sir had nothing to do with that man's death.  You proved yourself by standing with your King, even though it must hurt to do so against your family.  I laud you for your courage and bravery."

"I...I do not feel so very courageous or brave, my Liege.  But I will accept your hospitatlity." Nathaniel answered.

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« Reply #85 on: June 27, 2006, 03:10:23 AM »

Naya watched as the young knight was carried away. A sad business. She felt guilty for his death. Her own reason told her that she couldn't have prevented it, yet her feeling told her that she could have, if she hadn't wanted to participate in that contest. The guilt seemed to increase, yet she pushed it aside for now. Her own self wasn't important right now. Maybe she could help somebody in some way.
She heard the king's proposal and listened to Nathaniel's answer. Approaching him, she put a slender brown hand on his arm. "One does not have to feel brave, to be so." She tried to put in her look that she felt with him, hoping that he would understand her meaning. Then she turned to the king.
"I, too, will accept your gracious offer, Sire. I thank you."

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« Reply #86 on: June 27, 2006, 11:02:23 AM »

Iris was trying very hard not to let her emotions show.  One some would use it as a weakness and secondly she knew the tiny Brownie in which she still held had probably grown very fond of Mitch.  She did not want to upset the little creature.  Cadence seemed to be the only one who knew of her sister's inner turmoil and patted her arm affectionately.  Iris glanced at Cadence who had tears in her eyes and gave a light squeeze and a small smile of reassurance to her younger sister.

Iris awaited the King's response and when she received it, it stung as much as if he had openly slapped her with the palm of his hand.  Iris's shoulders tremble ever so slightly giving the only hint of what she was feeling.  She was after all just a palace servant and had overstepped her bounds acting as if she were Queen inviting people back to the palace.  Shame instantly shown in her eyes.  No matter her feelings for Voltair he was King and she was his servant.  Nothing more, nothing less.  Very quietly Iris stepped aside her shoulders and back so straight her muscles began to cramp.  Iris made eye contact with no one and waited for the King to finishing speaking.  He invited those about him as his guest and Iris glanced to Cherri for she had not spoken her response yet.

"It would be an honor, my liege." Cherri curtsied, however a little ackwardly with the bow on her back.  

Iris then looked to Sir Nathaniel.  He seemed so young to bear such a weight as he did.  A silent prayer, Iris offered on his behalf for strength and wisdom.  Iris then briefly glanced to Voltair and saw many things in his face; pain, grief, anger, pride.  Iris curtsied low as she spoke.  "I beg your forgiveness M'Lord for I have displeased you and forgotten my place." Iris spoke quietly her tone filled with sorrow and shame.  She had shamed herself and her King before others of nobility.  "If it would please My King, I will walk back to the palace and see about my duties.  You have invited my sister's husband as your guest and her place is beside him.  She is no longer in need of a chaperone." At this Cadence gripped Iris's arm, which she still held to, a little tighter.  And as Iris rose one look at her sister made Cadence drop her hand away from her arm.

Iris carefully picked her way through the remaining people.

Clayton moved casually over to his wife when Iris made room.  He took Cadence's hand and folded it onto his arm.  His tone was filled with remorse and sorrow seemingly for the young solider's death, which Clayton actually felt nothing for.  

"We would consider it a high honor to be your guests, my King." was all that Clayton said.  He waited for the King to begin making his way down the dias.

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« Reply #87 on: June 28, 2006, 06:12:23 AM »

Tulpje looked at all that was happening at the same time with big grey eyes. She didn't understand half of what was being said, or even more, but it seemed to her that there was a problem with a woman. Apart from that, she heard lots of voices, too many to make out. Then, suddenly, her vision was shielded by the slender hand of the woman who was holding her. That had to signify something bad...
Not caring anymore if anyone saw her moving or not, she struggled to see what Iris was keeping from her. However, try though she might, Iris was better. All she could see, in the end, was a body being carried away, but she didn't see who it was. Then she noticed that the scene had somewhat changed, being before too preoccupied trying to see. The grounds were almost empty, except for the small group that 'her' woman was standing with. Tulpje didn't really care what they were saying, as she was now searching for another face.
She had expected that Mitch would be waiting for her. As the last watchers disappeared, however, a terrible notion began to dawn on her. She might not talk Tharian fluently, but she was clever. The woman trying to shield her from something, Mitch not there, a body... Still not caring if anybody saw her, she tapped the woman's hand to draw her attention. Looking up, she asked the woman: "Where Mitch?", forgetting that the woman most likely didn't know his name.

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« Reply #88 on: June 28, 2006, 11:24:23 AM »

Iris was brought from her own thoughts by a small tap to her hand.  Iris heard the little one ask about Mitch and smiled a sad smile.  Away from most of the others, Iris was still cautious.  She knew the little Brownie had to be curious for all the moving about she had been doing, but still Mitch had given this little one to the King for a reason and that reason was at least on some level understodd by the King who entrusted herself with such a precious charge.  

Iris was unsure how much Tharian the Brownie understood and so she tried to keep her words simple hoping that the Brownie would know them.

"Me," Iris said pointing to herself.  "I-r-i-s". Iris spoke slowly and sounded out each syllabol so the Brownie could try to repeat them hoping that it helped with the understanding.  For all she knew she sounded completely and utterly like an idiot.

"Mitch," Iris stopped as her voice quivered on the edge of breaking.  He was so young.  So full of hope and dreams all young men and women were.  And to have it all snuffed out in the blink of an eye and so needlessly.  Iris began again wiping at the tears that escaped down her cheek.  

Iris tried again.  "Mitch, no more." Iris hoped the little one understood her for she had a right to know about her friend's death.  Iris stood looking to the little one searching for some inkling of understanding.

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« Reply #89 on: June 28, 2006, 07:53:23 PM »

The woman seemed to understand that her Tharian wasn't that good. When she introduced herself, Tulpje repeated her name inside her head, but outwardly she awaited Iris's answer. When it came, she knew that she had been right. She knew it already when Iris said his name, after which she wiped away tears. For a while, Tulpje said nothing. She thought of earlier in the day, when she had landed on the city walls, and Mitch had found her. He hadn't been all that gentle at first, but once he realised that she was alive, he had been all the more careful not to hurt her anymore.
Amazing, really, how she had attached herself to a person in so short a time. She never thought she would have been able to trust so large a person so easily. Then she realised that she would never again sit on his shoulder, while he pointed out something funny to her, as he had done while they were waiting for the commander. At this thought, her throat seemed to swell, and her heart hurt. 'No... more?" she repeated in a very small voice. With these words, the tears came. Instinctively, she curled herself up in Iris's hands and drew her mantle of brown owlfeathers around her. Her little body shook with the sobs.

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