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Author Topic: Embracing potential  (Read 342 times)

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Offline Angharad Maddox

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Embracing potential
« on: May 17, 17, 01:26:52 PM »
Since her meeting with Emma, Angharad’s life seemed as if it’d been turned upside down. If she wasn’t studying up on Tormaa, planning her move, or fretting over if she’d find any males of her own for her Court, Ange could be found preparing for her Offering.  With the help of Emma, she’d found someone suitable to perform her Virgin Night on short notice and with minimal embarrassment.  The act itself hadn’t been the embarrassing part. No, that honor went to the fact that she’d had to ask her mentor to help her schedule it. Logically she knew that it wasn’t a big deal and that the outcome outweighed any discomfort in asking for help.  An irritated sigh escaped her lips as she stood. She was supposed to be preparing for her Offering, not worrying herself into a tizzy. 

A quick glance at the clock showed that she had just enough time to make her way down to the Temple and have a few moments to herself when she arrived.  Much to her relief, Jorie would be officiating.  She’d liked the Priestess when she first arrived at Court and was pleased when she’d gotten her position as High Priestess back.  It had been one of the things that bothered her about the previous Queen, that she’d been so harsh over an event that could’ve been handled more humanely.  She had the good grace to wait until the Priestess had recovered from the birth of her children, and had fully returned to work.  Jorie’s agreement to officiate her Offering on such short notice had taken a weight off of her shoulders.  While preparing, she’d come to respect and like the older Priestess. 

The relatively short walk to the Temple felt like it had doubled in length by the time she arrived. Ange knew her parents and siblings had arrived at Court but would see her in the morning after she had time to settle, clean up, and hopefully catch a bit of a nap.  Idris had insisted on at least escorting his sister to the Temple, but would wait outside once she began the ritual.  Climbing the stairs and entering the Temple, a sense of rightness came upon her.  The Queen didn’t know what Jewel she’d walk away with come morning, but for now, she’d leave it in Mother Night’s hands.

Offline Jorie Hardy

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #1 on: May 17, 17, 03:18:59 PM »
Jorie carefully placed the new set of dark candles into the silver holders, melting the ends with a touch of heat craft so that they would mold and stay secure.  The air was cool here in the inner sanctum of the temple, a benefit of being built into the side of the terrain.   Not a common form of architecture even as far as temples went in Dharo but it was Jorie’s favorite and the place she chose as her official sanctum for herself and for the court.  It helped of course that it was located very close to where most of the Court resided and worked.

Dating back to a time long before Dharo ruled over Cymrea, she liked to imagine that stepping inside was a little like stepping back in time.  The main part of the building was newer, adding to the original function in a much more contemporary and common place building and the main altar and altered rooms within were very lovely and elegant, with dark stone floors and ornate windows.   But the original temple was where Jorie felt most at home.   Winter or Summer, the temperature was always consistent and because it was shut away from the outside world, it didn’t require the constant opening and closing of heavy drapes or wooden shutters to darken the room to the needed purpose. 

Jorie’s hand gently stroked the soft gray of the stone altar, imagining the echo of so many birthrights and offerings that it had witness, the drops of power that had touched its hard surface.  She half closed her eyes in a dreamy smile, feeling peace and contentment rise through her skin culminating in a long and loud sigh.

“A Queenling is coming,” she cooed softly to the room as she called in a silver etched cup and matching dagger.  Next to it, sat a small vial of clear liquid that danced in the candle light.   Jorie knew that every territory had its own special and unique twists to the Offering ceremony, touches that were unique and important to its own people.  In Cymrea, it was the water drawn from a spring deep within the mountains, according to legend, it sprang from the depths of the Darkness itself and having profound spiritual qualities.  Only Priestesses were told its location, a secret passed only through those of Cymrean bloodlines. “She’ll be a good Queen for our people,” she said to only herself.  She thought of Rowan, her own little Queenling, and how someday she too would step before this temple and see what gifts the Darkness would bestow upon her.

She heard the soft pad of steps in the corridor and looked over her shoulder towards the doorway.  Early, but it was good that she was anxious.  This was an important and special night.   Jorie gave one more look to the room before turning to meet Angharad Maddox at the doorway to the altar room.   She gave the younger woman a warm and welcoming smile, placing one hand on her shoulder in a gentle gesture.

“Welcome Lady Maddox,” she said, “I imagine you would like a few minutes to yourself before we are to begin.  Do you have any questions for me before we do?”

As she waited for a response, Jorie reached out on a distaff thread, a very light and gentle knock against her Queen’s outermost barrier before saying, *Lady Maddox will be performing her Offering this evening Lady Morgan.  As is customary, I am letting you know as ruling Queen.  Before we begin, is there any reason that this supplicant should not proceed?*

It was an old custom, one that was rarely ever invoked or performed but custom none the less.  An Offering was a private affair, but the Offering of a Queen was as political as it was personal.  If the participant might present a danger to the ruling Queen or court by in receiving this jewel, or if it was deemed dangerous even to the supplicant, then it was the obligation of the High Priestess to obtain permission from the ruling Queen.   Jorie had no doubt that Emma would allow Angharad to proceed but there was comfort in custom and Jorie didn’t mind.   She hoped that Lady Morgan wouldn’t either.

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #2 on: May 17, 17, 05:13:41 PM »
Emma finished the last of her letters in the late afternoon and rose from her chair to stretch. Angharad’s Offering was scheduled for tonight. Emma had taken care of a number of appointments, assignments, and meetings in order to clear her calendar for the next three days. Her father, Idris, would handle any major issues that didn’t require her attention. Idris Morgan had spent years in the Courts and learned from some of the best men in Cymrea and Dharo. Emma had no doubts that her father would serve well in her stead until she was ready to return.

Tonight, she needed to serve.

Angharad’s Virgin Night had gone well, if the glow from the younger woman was to be trusted, and Emma believed it was. Emma recalled her own Virgin Night and smiled. She’d needed Alora’s aid to set up her own, so she understood when Angharad’s embarrassment at asking for help, but she’d gone out of her way to assure the younger woman that there was no shame in it. So long as she enjoyed the ceremony, it was all worth it in the end.

Emma bathed and then put on a flowing wine-colored dress that bared her shoulders and hung to the floor. When she was ready to leave, Bevan was there like a silent shadow, a source of comfort that Emma knew she took for granted far too often. Perhaps it was time to make him First Escort in all but name. He wanted the Consort’s ring, but there expectations that came with that role, a role that Emma wasn’t certain she wanted filled, now or ever.

She and Bevan were almost to the temple when Jorie’s mind brushed against her own. Her High Priestess was another person she was growing to count upon nearly as much as she counted on Gwen or Bevan. It helped that Emma loved Jorie’s children as though they were her own. Holding Morgan brought her joy. Watching him with Rowen touched on instincts that Emma believed had been purged years ago.

She had always loved her people, but the members of her Court granted her strength. That strength kept her moving forward each day.

*The supplicant may proceed with my esteem. I will join you in the temple to hold vigil until the end of her Offering Ceremony, High Priestess. Is Lady Maddox’s family in attendance?* Emma asked.

She wanted to meet the family of the newest Queen under her purview and learn more about the young woman who’d be helping her to keep Cymrea intact.

She also didn’t want to be alone tonight. She wanted to be near her people and her friends.

I must be getting soft. But I can afford it just this once.

Emma arrived at the temple shortly before it was time for Angharad to begin.

Lady Maddox.” Emma said, and the discussion halted while everyone bowed or curtseyed to the District Queen. Emma immediately waved a hand to dismiss it and let everyone stand.

Best of luck to you on this momentous occasion. Mother Night’s blessings upon you and may the Darkness be merciful.” Emma said.

Offline Angharad Maddox

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #3 on: May 18, 17, 02:33:12 PM »
Angharad paused in the doorway, hesitant to enter while the Priestess was finishing her preparations.  In that moment, seeing the Chalice and altar, fully cemented the fact that the moment was here. All of her training had led her to this time and place.  Instead of making her more nervous, it relieved her. Regardless of what she’d find on the Altar in the morning, it would be hers and she would strive to be worthy of it. 

Jorie’s welcome was met with an open smile, and if it showed a bit of her newfound relief, well that was better than tears, right?  “Lady Hardy, thank you for Officiating” she replied, “I’d appreciate a few moments, I won’t take long though.” there was a brief pause as she considered.  “I’ve no questions Lady, thank you,” she answered.

As she moved to step away, she stopped. “While I don’t have any questions, I was wondering if you had any advice?” Angie almost hadn’t asked the question, knowing that it probably made her look young and weak.  Still, she wanted to do right by Cymrea, and for that, she needed to do her best.  There wasn’t shame in asking, as uncomfortable as it made her feel.  No, the shame would be not taking advantage of knowledge when offered.  After all, all knowledge was worth knowing even if

A brief tap on her barriers from Ellis told her that her parents had decided to stand vigil with their son. The warmth in his message helped quell her annoyance.  How could she have reasonably expected them not to come anyway?  As if summoned, her parents entered followed by Ellis.  Excusing herself with a murmured apology to Jorie, she walked towards them and was pulled into a hug from her mother and a clap on the shoulder from her father.  Ellis, for his part, sent her a teasing message on staff thread before wishing her good luck.

She’d just stepped back from greeting them when Lady Morgan entered.  After the formalities were done, she paused before speaking.  “Thank you, Lady Morgan.  Might I introduce my family?”  If permission was granted, she’d introduce them one by one, ending with Ellis, whom she already knew.

Offline Jorie Hardy

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #4 on: May 18, 17, 03:29:31 PM »
Jorie watched the young woman's expression change from one of intense concern to almost a relaxing relief.  It was something she had seen before, the concern of the unknown resolving into a moment of clarity where all the lead up to the "what ifs" became the "I'm here."  The young Queen returned her greeting and stepped away to enjoy a few moments of reflection and Jorie had started to step back to give her the solitude she would want when Angharad stopped and looked back at her, asking a question after all.

Jorie smiled softly, "Yes." She reached out and lightly took Angharad's hand in her own comfortingly.  "Remember, this is not a test or a trial.  The Darkness is not seeking to judge you or condemn you.  This is..." Jorie searched for the right word.  "This is a presentation.  A showcase of who you are, bared beyond your tightest barriers to the heart of what makes us Blood.  So enter into this ceremony with an easy heart.  You have already done all the hard work, now it is time for your reward."  She squeezed her hand lightly and nodded her head briefly.

She saw the young woman process her words before glancing back towards the corridor, a flash on her face that told her there was other things that were pulling at her attentions.  She stepped to the side in an open gesture for her to go and watched the young Queen step back towards the entrance, with Jorie following suit.

She saw Lady Morgan with three others, two older and obviously Angharad's parents and a young man with lovely eyes and a smirk of a smile.  Jorie excused herself to the shadows and allowed the warm encounter to go unobstructed by her presence.  She only one caught the Queen's eye, giving her a proper bow of her head in greeting and took a seat on a nearby bench to wait for her summoning.


Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #5 on: May 18, 17, 03:48:50 PM »
Yes, please do, Lady Maddox.” Emma said as Angharad requested to introduce her family. Emma committed each of their names to memory and thanked them genuinely for supporting Angharad now and in the future. The demands of rulership on a young Queen were many and constant. Angharad would be tested to her limits with the villages under her purview. There would be long days and longer nights, many of them with little or no sleep. She’d be under a microscope at all times while she formed her Court and then guided them toward fulfilling her visions for the future. Emma’s own trials in bringing Cymrea to a better place were ongoing, so she knew what Angharad was facing.

She also knew that the young woman would succeed.

Her family would see to it.

Emma envied the younger Queen a little bit. Her parents were alive and in love. Her brother stood at her side. Emma’s own family had been shattered in her youth with the deaths of her mother and baby brother. Her relationship with her father was damaged until recently. Without Alora, Gwen and her family, and Bevan beside her, Emma would be a different Queen today.

But she’d be a different woman if her original family was still intact.

I don’t mean to keep you, Lady Maddox. I will be staying the evening to pray and await your emergence in the morning.” she told Angharad.

If your family, and Lady Hardy, do not consider it an imposition, I will wait with them for your return.” Emma said.

She noted Jorie over in the corner and smiled at her. She wanted to talk to her, but did not want to interfere with her role tonight as officiator over this Offering ceremony. She would wait until there was time.

Please, feel free to come and speak with me when you like.” Emma said, looking to each member of Angharad’s family, as well as Jorie.

Offline Angharad Maddox

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #6 on: May 18, 17, 09:01:51 PM »
A reward.  That seemingly simple concept caused her to pause in her tracks.  Angie had been concerned (as she should be) on duty and service.  The idea that her Offering could be a reward for the work done hadn’t crossed her mind.  The Queenling had never been a spiritual woman, she’d been more concerned with the more practical aspect of being a member of the Blood.  In this moment however, she felt something more.

As the ceremony approached, she enjoyed the moments with her family, glad that they had decided to come rather than wait til morning.  Angharad knew that this was likely the last time for awhile that she’d be able to be free from the constraints of a tight schedule and a heavy workload. She couldn’t help but feel pride as she introduced her family to Emma. As much as she felt ready to strike out on her own, they would always be the very center of her world. 

As her parents made polite conversation with Emma, she noticed her mother’s approval of Emma’s Cymrean tattoos. Perhaps, she thought, she wouldn’t have to lobby quite so hard to get a set of her own after all. Still, time was passing, and it would soon be time to begin.  Making her excuses, she stepped away from the group and approached the High Priestess.
Folding her hands in front of her, she met Jorie’s eyes. “I’m ready to begin please.”   

Offline Jorie Hardy

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #7 on: May 18, 17, 11:11:23 PM »
Jorie rose from her seat and nodded, "Yes, you are."  She turned to the gathered adults, bowing politely.  "Lady Morgan. Lady Maddox. Princes Maddox, we will take our leave of you to begin.  I will return shortly.  There are refreshments and reclining couches in the main building of the temple, Priestess Llewelyn " she motioned to the young Priestess who approached, "will show you the way.  Please enjoy yourself as we wait out the evening."  She turned to Angharad and gently placed a hand on her back.

"Come, you have an important appointment to keep," she said warmly and walked with the young woman back to the room that held the Altar.  The dark candles had begun to drip slowly down the sides and the air was softly scented of burning wick.  Jorie used craft to shut the door behind them as they stepped up to the altar.  She picked up the vial of water and poured it carefully into the chalice, turning her body slightly to address Angharad as she worked.

"The water is the anchor to our past, the blood will be path that will lead you into the Darkness and your blood and jewels will be the beacon for you to follow," she explained as she carefully drew a thin red line with her dagger letting the droplets of blood fall into the crystal clear water before she reached for Angharad's palm.  If she let her, Jorie would repeat the small cut on the Queen's palm and let a few of her own drops fall into the chalice.   Using craft, she healed both cuts and placed the chalice on the altar.

"When you are ready, place your Birthright on the altar and consume everything in the chalice. As soon as you do, the candles will extinguish and you will be left in the dark.  I will return when the sun's first rays kiss the door of this chamber.   May the Darkness bless you," she said, leaning forward to place a motherly kiss on Angharad's forehead gently before turning and walking out of the altar room, closing and locking the door behind her. 

Jorie strode slowly through the corridor, almost regal in her posture as she moved.  Emma might rule the land but in this place, Jorie ruled and she was content in her small kingdom.  She entered the waiting room quietly and waited for the assembled to notice her.  With a pleased smile, she said, "It has begun." Then she moved over to a table holding glasses of shimmering wine and indulged herself a long drink, her tongue delighting in the play of the bubbles. 

Offline Emma Morgan

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #8 on: May 19, 17, 10:02:28 AM »
Emma nodded as Jorie and Angharad left to begin the ceremony. She mouthed a ‘Good luck’ to Angharad and then suggested that the younger Queen’s family joined her for some refreshment in the main building. Lady Llewellyn stood ready to escort them, but Emma lead the group while Bevan fell in-step at her side. Along the way, she reminded herself to ask Jorie what she needed to refurbish the temple and improve its condition. It wasn’t bad, but the temples were a reflection of the District.

Emma wanted Cymrea’s best face forward at all times.

She spent time speaking to the Maddoxes before excusing herself to step outside. She knelt down and placed her right hand, the one holding her tattoo, to the ground reached into her Tiger Eye to meld her senses with those of the land. She sensed each of the sixty people within a few miles of the temple, followed by the children playing in the forests a little further out. She stretched a bit further and sensed Graystone Estate, all of her people within. Emma stretched her senses as far as they would go, demanding that land answer her with the knowledge of who else stood within her District. Eventually, the strain grew too much. Emma released the Craft and drew her senses back to herself slowly.

Someday, she’d be able to sense everyone in her District, if not this Province.

She stood and returned inside, finding Jorie indulging in a glass of wine. Emma walked over to the High Priestess and offered her a smile.

You were wonderful back there, you know. The role of High Priestess suits you. I’m glad you agreed to come back when I asked.” Emma said, her tone warm.

How are you feeling? How are things with you-know-who?” Emma asked, winking as she referenced Simon, the man who appeared to have eyes only for Jorie every time they were in a room together.

Offline Jorie Hardy

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #9 on: May 19, 17, 01:30:05 PM »
Jorie turned and smiled brightly, pleased with the compliment from her Queen.  It was so strange, under Tegwen she was High Priestess but never felt fulfilled with the role, almost just a side note going through the motions but without real passion.  It was almost a relief in some ways to be dismissed and perhaps find something more suited to her contentment.  She was starting to believe now that like the land beneath her feet, something about Emma also nurtured and awakened her.  Maybe it was the twins, becoming a mother gave her a deeper connection to Mother Night.

"Thank you Lady," she said modestly, "It is moments like that that make me very happy and blessed to have been chosen for this caste.  Second only to birthrights.  The look of those children, so happy and excited after receiving their first jewels makes my heart swell with happiness."  She took another sip of her wine, her eyes growing a little wistful, "I know they have barely yet begun to crawl, but I feel like time is already flying with the little ones and soon they too will stand before the altar."  She realized as almost an afterthought that another important step would be achieved and lacking for her children.  What would she say, when it came time to grant paternity?   Would she bestow the acknowledgment upon an absent father and give his family rights to the twins?  Would there be another man to step into that role and stand beside her?

Almost as if she could read her thoughts, Emma's next words made her flush and look down intently at her glass.  "I am fine Emma.  Happier than I can ever remember being," she bit her lip and glanced up at Emma through her lashes. "Um...if you mean Lord Owen, he has been most kind and very attentive.  I think that perhaps Rowen is a bit enamored with him.  When he is in the room, there is no one else in her sights.  Morgan gets a bit jealous and Simon finds himself having both vying for his attention." Jorie laughed softly but under Emma's gaze her voice grew soft. "He...." Jorie glanced over at the family members and whispered so only the Queen could hear her.  "I'm a bit flummoxed Lady.  He adores the twins and dotes on them like they were of his blood, for which I am grateful.  There are moments when I feel like....like maybe the twins are his excuse to be with me, which seems silly because he is my assigned Escort.  And then sometimes, he says my name a certain way, or brushes his hand on mine when reaching for one of the twins or leans close when we are talking and I think that perhaps...and maybe..."  She grew quiet and flushed darkly.  Then there was that conversation at Winsol, but she didn't want to discuss such things in such a public setting.

Movement caught her eye and she finished her flute quickly, the flush fading from her face as she realized that Angharad's parents were approaching.  "Thank you Lady for your high praise.  I am certain that our young Queen will shine as a ruler with your leading her instruction." 

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #10 on: May 19, 17, 09:50:39 PM »
Emma had noticed the change in Jorie when she returned to work, saw the passion that the Priestess held for helping her people. Her hunger to serve Mother Night and the Darkness matched Emma’s hunger to serve and rule her people. This temple was Jorie’s domain, even as it stood on the land of Cymrea, which was Emma’s domain to rule. Darkness willing, Rowen and Morgan would grow up in Cymrea not Westwood, steeped in the traditions of their people and learning the history of all that came before them. Emma prayed that she’d be one of their teachers, especially for little Rowen. A young Queen needed a strong model of proper behavior to develop from.

Between Emma and Angharad, Lady Morgan intended to see that little girl had them.

My father still says that it feels like I grew up overnight.” Emma said, chuckling gently. “I know it wasn’t overnight. It definitely didn’t feel like it was overnight, but he still says it all the same.

He told me to enjoy the youth of my children while I had it, if I ever had them. I suppose I’ll have to live vicariously through you instead. But rest assured that I’ll be at their Birthright and Offering ceremonies as well, standing here and telling you that it will all be fine, Jorie.
” Emma told her.

On that day, we’ll be standing here with Angharad and everyone else remembering this day and how it feels like it all happened just the other night.

Emma’s grin widened as Jorie spoke of Simon. It didn’t take Emotion Craft to know that Jorie was quite taken with her escort. Lord Owens was a good man with an excellent reputation. It was why Emma had assigned him to Jorie in the first place.

It sounds like you two enjoy each other, Jorie. There is nothing wrong with that. Embrace it. Speak to him and ask him directly about his feelings. But I don’t know any man who has taken the interest in a woman and her children that he’s taken in you.” Emma said.
Mikael Hathaway had gotten Jorie with child and then vanished, leaving her to suffer the slings of an ill reputation. In Emma’s eyes, though, the situation had worked out to everyone’s benefit. Jorie was enjoying the attentions of a man who adored her. The children had a strong male figure in their lives. The High Priestess was happy, meaning that she worked hard on behalf of Cymrea’s people.

Separating a man from his children was horrible in eyes of most people, but Emma Morgan had the vision to see the larger picture. Mikael’s sacrifice raised up their people, as Tegwen’s had done.

Emma slept secure in that knowledge each night.

Angharad’s parents made their way toward Jorie and Emma stepped away to let them speak, moving across the room to sit down and think a bit. There was still so much to do.

She’d manage it well enough, in time.


Offline Angharad Maddox

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #11 on: May 25, 17, 07:15:15 PM »
The small cuts barely registered as Angharad watched the drops of blood fall into the chalice. Already, her attention was mostly turned inward, though she did nod to show Jorie that she’d heard and understood the instructions. As the Priestess’ footsteps grew faint, Angharad gave herself a mental shake. She’d made it this far, she could damn well complete it.  Unclasping the the chain at the back of her neck, she held her Tiger Eye in her palms before placing it on the alter.  A quick prayer to Mother Night and she drained the contents of the chalice, took a seat, and closed her eyes.

The Queenling wasn’t sure what she expected when she opened her eyes, but utter darkness wasn't quite it.  Gradually she became aware of shuffling sounds coming from the dark around her, as a rolling mist came in.  In the darkness she could begin to see figures form and walk towards her. Unthinking, her training kicked in and she formed a skintight Tiger Eye shield around herself, and called out a warning. 
She was, after all, a Cymrean Queen, and wouldn’t go down without fighting. 

As they grew nearer, she could see that they were dressed varying garb.  Some wore clothing that was as familiar as her own but more of them wore older styles, and bore the tattoos that her grandparents and their ancestors had.  Those of the Cymrean people before they’d been subjugated and assimilated into the larger Dharorean culture.  Angie stood still as they approached, her face showing neither fear nor the growing curiosity she felt.  The crowd continued to grow until one stepped forward.

“Are you ready Angharad Maddox?  Are you ready to put your people ahead of yourself for the greater good? To fight for them even when the odds are not always in your favor?”  The figure paused before closing the distance between them.  Her, for Angharad could now tell that it was an old woman, gazed at her intently. As if she intended to reach inside the young Queen and take the answers for herself.

Was she ready? She’d been training to be a Queen since she’d gained the Tiger Eye she’d placed upon the Altar.  There’d been Protocol and weapons training, as well as the time she’d spent shadowing the Queens who’d mentored her.  But that wasn’t what the figure was asking.  No.  It was a different question.  Was she ready to be a Queen that Cymrea needed.  Was she ready to claim birthright of her people and help lead them forward. 

“Yes.”

The figure nodded once, and the crowd closed in behind her, cutting off any chance of going back, leaving only the path ahead.  Chin set, she walked forward, following the path where it went, following the trails of light that now raced around her.  White, Yellow, and Tiger Eye, the colors danced, each one lighting up the darkness. With each changing color, the path grew rougher, until she was no longer striding easily. 

By the time the she reached the Rose, the way had became uneven and turning upwards.  At Summer Sky, she was climbing, rocks and debris tumbling free and bloodying her hands.  Still her ancestors kept pace with her, neither helping nor hindering her.  Watching and waiting to see if she would meet their expectations.

Eventually, the path crested, revealing an Altar that was kin to the one she’d left behind. Forward. Ever forward, she reached out and placed her hands around the Jewel that was waiting for her on the Altar. 

Gasping, she bolted upright, eyes straining and darting around the room.  Morning had come.  Shaking she looked at her hands, and found them whole and unbloodied.  Carefully, she rolled to her knees and reached out to the Altar.  There, waiting for her was her Offering.  She’d done it.  Picking it up, she felt the thrum of it’s power as it resonated within her.  Gathering the Purple Dusk to her, she rose and made her way back to the others

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #12 on: Aug 03, 17, 01:36:30 AM »
Jorie smiled, “I can understand your father’s sentiments.  They have been growing so quickly of late, I expect to walk in the nursery in the morning and hear them speaking.  I can only hope that time doesn’t fly by quite as quickly.  I do enjoy their need for me.  Someday, they won’t require me so much.”  She knew this was true as well, knew that someday Morgan would find his Queen and Rowen would be training under Lady Morgan and they would both seek out the advice of other adults.   She wondered if they would be her only children, or if perhaps she would have more someday.

Those thoughts brought her back around to Simon.  Since that night at Winsol, she had been so confused.  She was certain she had seen something in his eyes and had tried to open the door to him, but then he had cooled and stepped back.  She didn’t think she had said something wrong, or perhaps she had and didn’t realize it.  “I do enjoy his company,” she said softly, “and I did try to tell him I was interested but then he seemed to back away.  I don’t know,” she looked lost and confused, “I am no good with such things I think.  I see the women of the court and they are able to spin the words that are clear to the men of their interest.  I’m a little envious of them.”   Jorie blushed profusely and whispered, “I’ve even entertained the idea of summoning him to my bedchamber and meeting him there with nothing on.  If that doesn’t give him a clear message, I don’t know what will but then I think on it and realize that he’s not that sort of man and if I did something like that, he might think ill of me.” 

She looked at Emma a little helplessly, “Perhaps you can advise me?” she began before noticing the anxious parents stepping towards her.  “Perhaps after the rituals have completed?”  She gave Emma a slight smile before turning her attentions to Angharad’s parents, her shy demeanor slipping back for the confident Priestess that she needed to be.


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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #13 on: Aug 03, 17, 12:16:15 PM »
Don’t be so morose, Jorie. They’ll always need you. Mothers are the first goddesses in a child’s life.” Emma said softly. She missed her own mother in that moment, missed her so fiercely that her heart was sore. Jorie worried over the things that any mother worried over, but Emma respected her for being her to do her duty. Despite all she’d endured, the embarrassment and dismissal from her position, Jorie Hardy still performed her duties as the High Priestess of Cymrea on a daily basis.

Emma gently laid a hand upon her shoulder.

Jorie, I think you and Simon are the only two people at Court who don’t know you feel about each other. Have you seen the way he looks at you?” Emma asked, smiling even as she knew Jorie was probably blushing. The woman had a terrible poker face, but Emma found it endearing. She laughed a little when Jorie suggested what she’d planned to do to show Simon her interest.

That would certainly let him know that you’re interested. But...have you tried just speaking to him about it? Unless he’s incapable of holding a conversation, I think you’ll get more of out of it.” Emma said.

She turned to face Jorie.

My advice is to sit down and speak with him. Have dinner. I’ll even keep watch over Morgan and Rowen, if you like. Night knows that my sleep schedule isn’t normal anyway. It would probably be fun.” Emma said.

He saw what Tegwen put you through just because you happened to spend time with her male. You have a right to be furious over that, and about how you were treated by some of the people in this Court. Perhaps Lord Simon is trying to determine if you’re truly ready. He seems like the kind of man who’d protect your heart at the cost of his own.” Emma said.

Not to mention that he enjoys your children in addition to being near you. That’s a good sign, especially since they seem to like him, too.” Emma said.

Simon was a far better match for her than Mikael Hathaway. Every time that Emma’s conscience reared its head to remind her of how she’d wronged Jorie by removing Tegwen from the board, Emma reminded herself that Mikael wasn’t here to hurt Jorie by being torn between his Queen and the woman he’d impregnated and then cast aside. Mikael’s removal lead to Jorie finding a better man to spend her time with.

I take care of my people, Jorie.

Always.


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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #14 on: Aug 20, 17, 12:51:46 AM »
Jorie smiled shyly, “No, I mean...maybe.  Sometimes I can feel him watching me, but then I think ‘Silly woman, of course he’s watching you.  He’s your escort.”  She sighed, “I imagine this has been a great deal of amusing fodder for the court, yet another thing to laugh about.”   Jorie looked away and steeled her expression to hide the slice of hurt in her heart.  Another humiliation, poor doddering Jorie who doesn’t even know how to flirt or entice or romance a man whose very job it was to spend all his time in her company.   She looked up at Emma’s offer with a state of surprise, “Lady, I couldn’t ask that of you.  You have so many more important things to attend to then acting as a nanny just so I can bumble through…” she let her thought fade off as she turned her head out towards the corridor, a feeling brushing her skin with faint recognition and she let her mouth curve into a soft smile.    Angharad’s parents approached at the same moment and she let her own personal issues and insecurities slip away from her conscious mind as she turned towards them, her voice dipping into a cadence that someone once told her was her Priestess voice.  She wasn’t really aware of it unless she was intentionally focused on it, especially when dealing with nervous or anxious parents who were waiting for their children’s Birthrights.

“Excuse me Lady,” she said to Emma, as not to be rude and suddenly excluding of the Queen but she noticed that Emma in turn had begun her own retreat to leave her to her duties.  This was a small but noticeable difference between the two Queen’s she had served.  The former Queen of Cymrea had seemed to question every action, wanting to know about every choice she made, Emma treated her with respect, trusting in her own skills and experience.   

The evening passed rather quickly, which was a blessing.   In the earliest hours of the morning, she stepped from the gathering room with apologies to feed the twins.  Blessed darlings, they never gave her much trouble, waking only because their stomachs rumbled and instantly returned to a happy and full-bellied sleep after.   The journeymaid healer who had been assigned to their care when she was called away for duties was ever diligent to making sure they kept to their feeding schedule - not that Jorie’s own body wasn’t painfully aware of when it was time as well.

Feeling better both physically and mentally, she rejoined the gathering discreetly and fixed herself a small plate of treats and a large cup of water.  She was always so very thirsty after one of these feedings, something that Kizzy had assured her was completely normal.   The sky had just begun to lighten into that deep purplish blue that was only a shade lighter than the midnight black of true night when she made her excuses and left the room again.  Dawn was approaching which meant that very soon Angharad would be rising from the abyss to find her new Jewel.  She splashed some water on her face, the cool liquid rousing her growing sleepiness and she ran her damp fingers through her hair, tucking in some stray hairs as she carefully rebraided it to look a little neater and more presentable. 

There wasn’t much more to be done, she would greet the young Queen as she emerged from the Altar, escort her back to where everyone was waiting and make the announcement of a successful Offering.  A Priestess in training would be tasked to cleanse the Altar, and as soon as Protocol allowed for it, Jorie could leave the young celebrant with her parents and return home to hopefully achieve an hour of sleep before two very vivacious and hungry little ones woke themselves and required her attentions.

Jorie saw the beam of light that slid from a strategically placed window move up the corridor.  The temple had been designed that at full dawn, the light would touch the door handle, signalling that the time of an Offering was completed.  The handle itself was trimmed in accents that made it shimmer like a cut Jewel when the light hit it, adding to the aesthetic beauty.   Jorie waited to the side for Angharad to emerge.   As the door opened, she stepped forward, her hands folded lightly in front of her.

“Welcome Lady,” she said softly, a warm welcoming smile on her face as she lifted her hands.  “Your Offering is complete.  What gift has the Darkness bestowed upon you?”   She waited until Angharad either showed her the jewel or told her the rank before motioning with her hand.  “Come, your parents and Lady Morgan are waiting for your arrival to toast this joyous event.”   She escorted the young Queen to the gathering room, using a touch of craft to let her voice be heard even though everyone fell quiet at their approach.

“Ladies, Lords and Princes.  Lady Morgan, it is my esteemed pleasure to inform you all that the Lady Angharad Maddox has returned from her travels in the Darkness, gifted with the blessings of a Purple Dusk jewel.”   She moved just to the side, letting the well wishers and family approach the young girl before discretely stepping over towards Emma.

“Lady, with your permission, I will take my leave of you and the Court for the morning.

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Re: Embracing potential
« Reply #15 on: Sep 30, 17, 11:49:27 PM »
A soft, giddy smile lit Angharad’s faced as she held out the uncut Purple Dusk.  She’d reign it in a bit once they stood with the others, but for now, her joy was apparent.  Hints of the youngling she’d been before joining the Court was visible, tempered by the young woman she’d become. 

“Thank you Lady” she paused, struggling to find the words she wanted to say. After a moment’s pause she continued. “It’s so much more than I thought it’d be.”

By the time they’d reached the others, Ange had settled a bit, although she still wasn’t used to the thrum of power she now had access to.  In fact, she found it a little distracting. Or perhaps it was the lack of sleep.  Either way, she remembered to thank both Jorie an Emma before letting her family swarm her. 

With her family around her, Ange couldn’t help but be glad that they’d come.  Ellis’ teasing, her parent’s pride, and the long awaited news that she could finally get her tattoos, were enough to have her practically grinning from ear to ear.  No matter the difficulties she’d have setting up Court in her village, these were the moments she’d remember when times got tough.