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Author Topic: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads  (Read 187 times)

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Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« on: Dec 02, 17, 02:21:04 AM »
Jaya wasn't sure how an otherwise pleasant conversation spiraled out of control, though was that what this really was? Sixten was composed, even now and she ran over the last few exchanges in her mind, backtracking until just after she made her forward joke about women and his demeanor suddenly changed.  Did Sixten not realize just how distracted he had come across to a person he was speaking to. Whether he thought so or not, there was social protocol that most even attempted to fake and she had felt that her attempt to lure him back into a conversation, while perhaps informal and improper was subtle enough to warrant some personal evaluation, or at the very least a smile.

An ultimate failure on both counts.

It felt as though it was now Sixten who was dissecting every aspect of their interaction, drawing conclusions where there weren't any, and though he may have had a point and she would have been open to receiving them, he offered none. Jaya could tell when a person focused on a singular word or phrasing and used that to put the stamp on the overall impression.

Already he was put off by the lack of knowledge of her presence, though that was easily misdirected and he showed no irritation toward her.  Having started with that base she could see how it would be easy for him to find her presence suspicious enough and be curious of her intention.

Jaya had done little to dissuade his notion, meeting every challenge with one of her own however slight was enough to guarantee that things would only spiral downward. What was it about Sixten Frisk that called forth that rare reaction in her? She wasn't sure.  The more convinced he was that she had offered insult the tighter his arms clenched against his swollen chest.

Her biggest regret, Jakob’s obvious discomfort. Till that point the boy was content to distract himself, interjecting into the conversation whenever it caught his attention. Young as he was, this was a child who paid attention to his surroundings and made an excellent show of doing anything but that. For his sake, she would need to be more careful.

“Prince Frisk.” she said in hopes of capturing his attention. “I look forward to speaking with you again.” They would have to learn to navigate one another if any of this was going to work out. He wasn't unreasonable, just stubborn, they had that in common. “Goodbye Jakob. It was nice meeting you both.” Offering a small smile she had done nothing to alter the Warlord Prince on his course. There was much she would need to think  about, but one thing was for certain and that was he had left her with very little conjecture.

The rest of the day resulted in very little excitement. Jaya sat on a bench, sketching the lift of a tiny smile and the wide over excited rounds of soft blue eyes into her small sketch book all the while another face attempted to impose itself into her musings. A walk around the estate gave her a better understanding of the grounds enough so that she was confident she wouldn't get too lost and stopping to smile and speak with unfamiliar faces who were quite happy to pause their tasks to direct her.

Arriving at dinner a few minutes early, it hadn't taken her long to bathe away the afternoon humidity that gathered on her skin and slip into a beautiful high-waisted white gossamer skirt.  Rings of opaque fabric orbiting the hem with sheer lines in between that presented a teasing view of her legs. A royal blue halter which exposed a fine strip of buttery skin just around her ribs , that matched the lining of the modern altered salwar. A tapestry of grasses, flowers carefully hand stitched into the train it was once again an interpretation of Nharkavan fashion. A simple silver necklace with a tiny, intricate leaf pendant  hung down to her breast bone. Her dark hair twisted about her left shoulder and pinned to sweep naturally across the corner of her kohl lined amber eyes. 

The dining area was not hard to locate and just like the rest of the estate composed of natural and comfortable elements while still lending to utility and luxury. Comfortable cushioned ottomans of all shapes lined a beautiful mahogany table decorated in bright linens tall silver candle holders and flower petals. It was a personal yet inviting space. An absurdly long runner in deep violet raced the length of the table, its fabric shimmering. Extra care was given to the meeting, as a beautiful silk fabric canopy hung overhead sparing them from the receding harshness of the sun.

 It was her hope to meet Lord Acharya there in advance, but found he was not alone. Tall and excluding the same regal countenance as before, the most ethereal jade eyes she had ever seen,  Devesh did not disappoint the sense of sight. “Good evening.” She smiled charmingly as she approached, her eyes dancing across the various faces before bowing her head in greeting.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #1 on: Dec 23, 17, 12:59:54 AM »
Standing at the edge of the room, Devesh spoke with the Frisk twins. Jakob had already found his seat at the table and was anxiously wiping his hands on knees when Jaya walked in. The boy's eyes lit up and he grinned initially, though wound the exuberant expression back to a smile, glancing at his brother. Sixten raised his head and nodded, once for Devesh, and another time for the new guest on the estate. He didn't share Jakob's excitement, but the Warlord Prince wasn't hostile either. The day had worn on him, and it showed. Rolling out of the conversation, Sixten moved to take his seat at the table. Silje turned to address Jaya and Devesh stepped forward to introduce the women.

Sweeping an arm out to gesture toward Jaya, he stood between the two women. "Lady Frisk, allow me the privilege of introducing you to Lady Jaya Laghari, our guest on Padamalya Estate for the next two weeks. After having spent only a little time with Lady Laghari, I believe she will be an important addition to your retinue."

Silje offered an attentive smile a polite bow acknowledging Jaya's status as a guest in the home. It wasn't how she would have things, greeting the guest before a Queen, but it was not her home and she didn't begrudge Jaya the intended honor, either. This was one of a few things that she had grown accustomed to since choosing Padmalaya Estate as her permanent residence, at least, more permanent than they had believed when they'd first arrived.

"Lady Laghari, I am honored to make known to you Lady Silje Frisk who has chosen to bless our lands in order that we should have such bountiful meals as the one we will soon eat." Straightening, Devesh looked between the woman and then offered a gracious nod toward the Queen. "The land responds to her as if she were born of it."

Pride shone in his eyes when he said it, doing so softly, with reverence in his tone. There were many ways that Lady Silje Frisk could improve herself and the world around her, but her presence had changed his world and he could not go a day without being thankful that she had stayed.

Snapping an arm out at his side, Devesh indicated Jaya's seat at the table, and then he and Silje took their own.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #2 on: Dec 26, 17, 10:47:58 PM »
Devesh stood by a gorgeous buttery haired lady who exuded youth and innocence. It was one thing to see Silje Frisk within a memory crystal and another to marvel at her in person. She was a Queen in every sense of the word, and while Jaya knew that the sudden draw she felt to the Lady had much to do with the gifts of her caste, she could still admire the fairness of her Glacian features. Lady Frisk held a classical beauty for those outside of Nharkava, just a her brother Sixten could cause anyone to pause before entering a room.

Canting her head in return to the Warlord Prince, she made sure to approach their host and the Lady, paying no mind as he extricate himself from any chance of pleasantries. Jakob’s face lit up, the sky blue rounds of his eyes brightening like starbursts, a familiar face expression to the one she witnessed just hours before. It seemed she had made a good impression on at least one of the Frisk boys.  The brilliance of his excitement dimmed only minutely as he glanced up to his elder brother as if seeking approval.

Upon introduction Jaya lifted a hand touching her brow followed by the center of her chest, but instead of resting her hand in prayer, he tipped it toward Lady Frisk in formal offering and greeting. It was a show of great respect and welcome.  A long strand of dark hair breaking ranks with the rest, falling forward past her shoulder with the movement.

The pride in Lord Acharaya’s voice was genuine and pure, extracted from the deep reservoir of his heart. Once again she could not help but admire the man who spoke so highly of his guests as though he were the one blessed by their presence. In a great many ways he was, but she understood that the move had not been easy for the Glacian’s and even a couple years later, they were still acclimating. Still, Devesh seemed to want the best for those under his care. She could only hope to provide it.

The rounds of her cheeks lifted beneath her eyes as she turned back to the Queen. “I am honored to make your acquaintance Lady Frisk. Nharkava has so few native Queens, you must be truly exceptional to be so favored by our land, and now yours as well.  Thank you for tending to it with such care.” The pride in Devesh’s voice struck her like a precious goal to achieve.

Nodding politely, she rounded the table taking the seat indicated which was farthest from the door. To her surprise, Sixten was placed next to her and Jakob just next to him. “Good evening Prince Frisk. I hope the day found you well.”  Being sure to greet him, she smiled warmly, baring no teeth.  Having some time to mull over their earlier conversation she was able to recognize where she had challenged him. Motioning toward the plush cushions where she would sit, she offered him a chance to protest, after all she was sitting across from Devesh and close to his Queen.  Once he nodded, she looked up meeting Jakob’s eyes, tilting her head away and winking conspiratorially at him. “Lord Frisk, always a pleasure.” Settling down, her legs folded to her right side, hands smoothing the thin gossamer fabric of her skirt. Sixten was an imposing figure even when seated, though he did not have much interest in being here, she wondered how much of that had to do with her, or with gatherings in a general sense. Shoulders drawn back, and a naturally straight posture,  she looked between Lord Acharaya and Lady Frisk a moment. “Thank you Prince Acharya for your hospitality, your home is beautiful.” she offered warmly, then to Lady Frisk,  “I had the pleasure of running into your charming brothers earlier this afternoon in the main courtyard. “  She explained glancing askance at Sixten before turning her attention fully to his sister. Twins they were, but there was a great many differences to their features. “I hope Nharkava has been welcoming and kind to you and yours well beyond these walls.”

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #3 on: Dec 27, 17, 07:22:51 PM »
Wary of new faces, Silje still found that she enjoyed Jaya's very much. Maybe it was the idea that Lady Laghari had been summoned in order to be fitted for service to the young Queen. She would be one of the first official aids to Silje, and as such, it made her feel quite proper, honored, and privileged. Looking keenly over the other woman, Silje happily noted that Jaya appeared to be about the same age as she and her brother. It would have been something that she feared more had Sixten not already stated his dislike of their guest, but at least for the time being, he was less likely to want to share space with the witch who shared his Jewels. When and if he came around, Silje would have had plenty of time to make a friend and confidant of Jaya, and everyone knew that Sixten hated everything that Silje loved and the same sentiment was returned to him. Despite their evolutions as individuals and their contributions to the world around them, the wars and rifts between the twins were still very real. Thus, Jaya.

Silje turned and looked at Devesh. She would have smiled but had come to understand that such pleasantries were unnecessary with the dual-casted Priest and even that he often distrusted them. At times, she couldn't stop herself from playing out the role of the gracious courtier that she had been raised to be, but she was getting better at approaching him with a more honest mien. Her acknowledgment of him at all would let him know that she was thinking fondly of his estimation of her skills, though she didn't share his beliefs.

Scanning back to Jaya, Silje's smile broadened again and she laughed quietly. "It's been so long since someone has bled life into the land," she explained, gesturing Jaya toward her seat. "Nharkava is starved of a Queen's touch, her blood. But the land does remember what it was like to thrive. Slowly, I am beginning to understand what's required of me."

Sweeping her skirts with one arm, Silje curled onto her seat as Jaya made her way around the table. Sixten seemed unenthused, but this was hardly a surprise. He would rather stand guard in the corner than be expected to partake in a conversation, even if it did mean he was well fed in the process. Jakob was a lot more shifty than his older brother and had changed positions three times since Jaya had appeared. First, he'd risen on his knees, then sat cross-legged, and again, he was on his knees, leaning ahead of Sixten to watch as Jaya took her place at the table. Jakob had not yet learned that he wasn't invisible, and paid no mind to the ways that his actions gave away his excitement or interest in any particular subject. With a directed glance, yet not a hard one, Silje caught his eye and encouraged him to sit properly.

"Thank you," Sixten stated cooly, leaving Silje slightly confused for a moment. For what? Playing back the most recent conversation in her thoughts, she realized that this was his response to Jaya who had hoped that the day had found him well. He didn't look up at his sister because he knew that she was scolding him with her eyes. This wasn't a new tactic of his. No, Jaya hadn't asked a question, and he would later argue that he wasn't required to answer her at all, but his reaction was far from polite. It might have been better that he hadn't answered. Silje realized how much there was to explain to poor Jaya, being brought into a family such as hers.

Jakob rose up again the instant that Jaya recognized him and Silje turned her head against her shoulder and gave him an incredulous stare, but it wasn't without the glow of a sisterly smile. Jakob's face darted between the two women as he grinned and finally he blurted "It's very nice to meet your acquaintance, Lady Laghari." Plopping back down onto his seat, the youngest Frisk was clearly very proud of himself and his apparent decorum, despite the slight flaw of appropriateness in his greeting. Preening, Jakob very carefully composed himself and beamed.

"Mmm, Jakob couldn't wait to tell me," Silje affirmed as Devesh called in the servers. Sixten showed no noticeable reaction. Her twin had also informed her of how he had been bothered by the woman. Everyone bothers you, she'd responded defensively. Lady Laghari was brought in as a help to the three of them, not only herself. She'd be rather put out if he managed to chase her away with his gruff reception.

With a pleasant smile, Silje acknowledged Jaya's blessing but refrained from comment. She'd hardly been beyond those walls to know any different, but explaining as much would require a different setting and fewer distractions.

Dozens of dishes were laid out on the table in different bowls, but not before Jaya had been served a portion of each. Meat, lentils, rice, vegetables, and breads made up the array for the small group. A bowl of carrot halwa ended up near Jakob's plate bringing the thrill back into his expression. Arching a brow, Silje reached and pulled it nearer to her own plate, nodding toward the other dishes indicating that she expected him to eat more than the sweetened pudding. The rest of the table began serving themselves, doling out portions onto their plates while the wine made the rounds and each glass was filled with the exception of Jakob's.

"I'm told that you have your room assignment and that you've already been shown around. Prince Acharya has scheduled a proper introduction for us tomorrow to discuss the role we would like you to fill. But between now and then, Lady Laghari, what questions can we answer? What would you like to see or do? We can accomplish a lot in two weeks. Would it suit you to meet with me in my home this evening and we can get to know each other as people before we learn one another as members of a team?"

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #4 on: Dec 27, 17, 09:14:59 PM »
The young Queen held a natural magnetism that even Jaya was not invulnerable to.  That which called a Queen to lead was like the ocean’s swell extending past shores and carrying all those willing out to sea. The logical part of Jaya’s mind understood this, beyond Silje Frisk’s doll like features lay a future ruler, men would bleed and die for her, no doubt more even than her brother Sixten. If Nharkava truly favored her, then very little would free her from its grasp. Little Terrielle was chaotic, it swelled constantly to the brim, a greedy, marvelous place and yet she always held a fondness in her heart to Goa. Though Jaya held only slight resemblance to native Nharkavans, she felt no further removed than perhaps even Devesh himself. Just perhaps a little more worldly, but some might argue that was merely a symptom of having lived in a metropolis.

“We all find our calling in time and in whatever form it shapes us.”   Sixten did not protest her seat, nor did he seem to take notice at all of her subtle request for permission to join him so close to his bonded.  Funny how he had taken such exception to her presence without his prior notification and none to the respectful gesture she offered him if only to show that she was listening when he voiced his grievance.  The coolness in his words did not seem to put her off, instead she settled at his left, her legs tucked to one side.  Jakob vibrated with excitement, he reminded her of a pressurized cook top just waiting to release steam.  His greeting was so precious that he was awarded with an easy, genuine smile, it touched her eyes, sparkling like the last rays of autumn dusk just over the mountains. It was rare to find her so exposed, but there was something about Jakob Frisk that made him easy to become enamored with. “The pleasure is mine.” Tilting her head in a slight bow she glanced up at Sixten as she had to lean forward just over the table to speak to diminutive child.  He was not pleased to be here, his expression so stoic it bordered on miserable.

Had she made such a foul impression on him to earn such quiet ire? Jakob certainly didn't think so. “Our impromptu meeting injected some excitement into the day. I rather like those spontaneous moments.” Taking in a breath her shoulders relaxed, glancing over to Devesh as the servers gathered, fussing over plated and arranging them just so on the long table before them. Tilting her head back she admired the simple silk valance that provided a touch of colored light as it swayed in the light breeze as well as shelter from the full force of the fading evening sun. 

Jakob’s eyes rounded into disks once more while Jaya pretended not to notice the matronly interaction between brother and sister. Theirs was a fondness she did not feel extended toward the handsome elder to her right.

Did he? She wondered for a moment exactly how much the Queen had been informed of. All of which fell under Devesh’s purview per their previous conversation. The delicacy of this situation called for a firm but careful hand. Taking a wedge of naan in her left hand, she gently scooped a bit of sauced lamb masala into  it before taking a bite in proper guest fashion issuing the commencement of the meal.  The savory spices filled her mouth in an explosion of flavor and heat that reminded her of past family gatherings. Her father’s favorite had always been lamb tika masala and he learned over time to perfect the recipe down to the last grain of cumin.  Her jaw tolled to a stop with the flood of bittersweet memories, just before joining the conversation once again.

“That I have.” She nodded, idly spearing a piece of chicken before looking back up to meet the Queen’s gaze. The fork settled once again on the edge of her plate, attention on the person speaking to her. Though the invitation was posed as a request for Jaya’s benefit, she knew the purpose of such a request was one of personal nature. Lady Frisk and she shared a healthy curiosity of one another.  However to answer her questions honestly on what she would like to see or do first required both the twins to be fully away of her role within their lives for the coming weeks.  As far as she knew they were still under the impression she was a Cultural Liaison assigned to aid them into assimilation. This was just one duty and perhaps the lacking the most intimacy. What she needed was to linger, to see the Frisk’s in action so to speak, to understand their needs and attempt to fill them. “I would enjoy that tremendously, thank you for the invitation.”  She paused, then asked. “Have you ever played Pachisi Lady Frisk? It's a game of strategy and adaptation. It's also not uncommon for ladies to enjoy a game while becoming acquainted. “  The game was a bit more complicated but genius in its simplicity. No doubt Silje Frisk would pick it up quickly. “I am not quite certain, yet but I'm sure I'll come up with something. For now, I would like to become acquainted with each of you, learn what we can expect from one another within your service and out. If it would please you and Prince Achraya I believe an excursion to the marketplace at the end of this week might deeper perspective of the people here. That is of course if Prince Frisk approves.” Large crowds was not usually a bonded Warlord Prince’s idea of a relaxing day out, but it was Jaya’s hope that the Frisks could bond over a new experience and sensations. Being cooped up, even in such a lovely place such as Padmelaya could give anyone cabin fever. Still, as the one responsible for his sister's health and well being he had just as much say in it as any of them. Lifting her goblet she raised it to her lips for a sip of wine.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #5 on: Dec 29, 17, 12:16:46 AM »
Sixten was happy to begin eating. Jaya seemed to make a point of trying to engage him and it only exacerbated his irritation with her. He was forced to either respond politely, which he wasn't prepared to do or evidence his pettiness in front of his sister and Prince Acharya. His sister he minded much less than Prince Acharya. Devesh had always given Sixten a wide berth, and the Warlord Prince was grateful for that consideration, but it meant that the two men had learned very little about each other over the years. Nevertheless, Sixten didn't like the feeling that he had to choose between faking something for Jaya's sake or giving Devesh a reason to think less of him. It was the kind of thing Silje would do. Was she trying to shame him for deciding that he wasn't comfortable with her? Hardly a sin, he thought as he shoveled meat inside a piece of bread and ripped a hearty bite from it.

Silje could have asked to meet with Jaya anywhere on the estate, but she invited the woman to their home and did so without speaking to him about it first. As her escort, she ought to have announced decisions like that to him, though while they were on Padmalaya and especially in the vicinity of the main home, it was just a polite gesture more than a need for safety. Again, Silje was exercising her rights as his Queen without extending the tenderness of that bonded role. If it wasn't for the slight formality of the dinner and the presence of Prince Acharya, Sixten might have already excused himself seeing as how he was only there for show.

Jaya talked about games and Sixten withheld a snort. Silje only liked games she was good at. Jaya had a poor chance at convincing her to learn a new one. If his sister decided that she was interested in this Pachisi game, she'd teach herself in private until she was certain she'd mastered it. Then she might agree to a little friendly competition. But it was never that because Silje couldn't stand to lose.

Ensuring that his mouth remained full, Sixten kept his eyes on his plate and did his best to avoid being drawn into the conversation again. Naturally, he paid attention to what was being said, though. Depending on what the two women decided, he may or may not return home after dinner. He didn't want Jaya to think that she could chase him out of his own home but at this point, he believed he had good reason to suspect that she would engage him if she so much as caught sight of him. She had challenged him at every opportunity so far. It left him wondering what Devesh saw in her.

Glancing over, Sixten met eyes with Devesh who had, perhaps for some time, been calmly watching him. Swallowing a large bite a bit painfully, Sixten straightened and washed it down with a drink of wine. Was he already being judged? Oddly enough, though the Priest's gaze was rather fixed, Sixten didn't feel confronted by it. It only made him feel more indebted to the man who'd never told him who to be.

Stifling a burp, Sixten returned his attention to his plate, pausing for a moment as Jakob reached in front of him for a spoonful of rice. The elder Frisk arched a brow at the younger who blanched and then grinned when he realized he wasn't in trouble.

Jaya was sure making a lot of assertions and plans for someone who wasn't even through her trial period yet. Though the ideas behind what she was saying seemed harmless, she presented them like a curriculum. Dissecting her statements, Sixten wondered if Silje would feel the same. It was just the way that she worded things that stuck out to him. Jaya reminded him of his pushy grandmother with her courtly phrasing and bearing. Silje had gone out of her way to offer Jaya options, but Sixten wondered if she actually thought Jaya would begin scheduling things like the game of the evening much less the outings they'd take together.

If she wanted to get close to Silje, she was going to need to treat his sister like a Queen and constantly defer. If she wanted to get close to Jakob, she merely had to give the neglected kid attention, so he was easy enough. If she wanted to close to him, however, she'd have to back off, for starters. She didn't know anything about any of them and though that was to be expected, acting like it was going to ruffle more than just his feathers.

Wiping at his chin with a napkin, Sixten cleared his throat and looked between the adults at the table. A field trip? He'd wanted to say it out loud, but restrained himself. "I don't," he stated clearly. "I would be unlikely to allow you to lead my sister around town even if I did know you." He'd not made it up just to deny Jaya, but he wouldn't lie to himself and pretend that he wasn't glad things had worked out that way. Maybe she'd discussed a lot more with Devesh than anyone had let on, but she struck Sixten as presumptuous and pushy.

Silje didn't blush, but there was a new glow to her face that hadn't been there before. Instead of interjecting, she reached for her wine. Devesh, as before, was keen with his attention but didn't speak up. Understanding that he was being given an opportunity to exercise his rights as escort, Sixten paused and considered his words with more precision than originally planned.

"We should use these two weeks to get to know each other as you mentioned, Lady Laghari. But excursions away from the estate should be important to warrant consideration. There are many natural enemies for a Glacian Queen in Nharkava. I think we should save the learning opportunities for after you've been accepted on the estate. That will give us plenty of time to smooth out any personality conflicts before they have a chance to slow us down."

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #6 on: Dec 29, 17, 02:03:43 PM »
It was clear through Lady Frisks’s silence that she was not familiar with the game , though it was fairly common and she has noted a board in one of the sitting rooms. If the Lady was content to sit and talk, she would be honored simply by sharing her presence and some polite conversation.

Jaya made no demands of any of them offering suggestions for their pleasure per Lady Frisk’s request to what she would like.  The Warlord Prince’s eyes slid past her though she did not turn her head to see who he was looking towards, she could only assume it was Devesh. When he gathered himself, and swallowed the contents in his mouth he spoke again, rather reasonably that time should be permitted before any excursions were to take place.

It was his place to make those decisions and thus she deferred to him as was right by his position as the Lady’s Warlord Prince. Calm, those emotions gathered up and bled forth like the lightest trickle of rain. Some Craft was born so naturally that it did not have to be expelled with force, but instinct. Understanding, and acceptance twined into her expression and through her with a gentle but respectful nod. Prince Frisk was in charge of his sister’s well being and thus she had granted him such a respect, even though Lady Frisk had not with her invitation. By the same token, he was to serve his Queen and her will and if she extended the offer to Jaya or anyone else, that should be sufficient notification to him. Sixten grasped at what control he had because it was what he was allowed. He had to consider all the dangers posed to his beloved Queen because no one else would. It was instinct of a Warlord Prince to see enemies at every corner, even intruders sitting at the same table. It was no simple task to be in charge of the life of another, let alone your own blood. Instead of trying to convince him she bowed her head, accepting both in gesture and in the whisper of craft that sifted finely through her like grains of powdery white sand. “Of course, you're right Prince Frisk.”  She said simply because he was though she did not polish it off with a smile were he to think it disingenuous. “We have to learn to trust one another if only a bit more, assuming good intent is a start. It does not come naturally to me to think of harm coming to any Queen. I will abide by your ruling.”

Golden eyes slipped past the Prince to his younger brother who snapped his hand back away from a bowl of rice, grinning when realizing he wasn't actually in trouble. Jakob was a character and it warmed her to watch the family fall so easily into their dynamic with him.

With that she turned her attention back to the Queen, poised elegantly as she sipped a bit of wine. Not wishing to rush Lady Frisk into choosing swallowing or continuing the conversation she waited until her goblet was down and resting on the table before continuing. “How do you find Nharkava my lady? Other than eager and grateful for your blessings?” This was a question she already asked of her brothers, but it was different hearing it from the Queen’s lips.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #7 on: Dec 29, 17, 05:58:59 PM »
Rather proud of himself for his appropriate response, Sixten returned to the meal, scraping more hefty helpings onto his already mostly cleared plate. Smirking, he pushed a few vegetables onto Jakob's plate much to the boy's dismay. Replacing the bowls at the center of the table, Sixten had a mind to remain as quiet as possible for the meal, the same as he'd had when he sat down but wondered how easy that might be to actually accomplish.

Of course, you're right, Prince Frisk.

Why did it bother him that she'd said so? Was it something in her tone, her delivery? Honestly, he couldn't tell. Sixten wasn't good at deciphering the intricacies of conversation even if he did care to make a habit of it. Words meant a lot less to him than actions did, and in Blood societies, he was pretty confident that his approach was the most effective. You could say anything. But attitude and action held a lot more sway in his mind.

Assuming good intent is a start.

Lifting a bite toward his mouth, he paused, and then dropped his hand, flexing his jaw and neck alike. Sixten lifted his eyes toward his sister as if to implore her to speak for him. If she didn't already, Jaya was going to start to think that his reactions were inflammatory and hostile. While Jaya bothered him, and Sixten felt the need to respond to her needling, a little edge to his tone was all that was injected for that purpose. The actual content of his words wasn't made up just to put her off balance. He would not assume good intent, not ever, not only because no one had ever given him a good reason why that would be a good idea, but because so many had given him good reason to believe exactly the opposite. The only people who ever seemed to want the benefit of the doubt never seemed to deserve it. When it came to the safety of his family, assuming good intent was only acceptable in the fictional tales that kept his brother entertained. In a private thread, Silje implored Sixten not to bring it up, and when she agreed to attempt to explain this to Jaya later, he relented, stabbing at the vegetables he'd dropped onto Jakob's plate and eating them himself.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #8 on: Dec 29, 17, 05:59:21 PM »
Silje was grateful when Jaya moved her attention away from Sixten. It was readily apparent to the Queen what Sixten didn't like about Jaya. She was too forward for him, for one, and exceedingly proper to the point that it made her verbose. Sixten had a thing with words in that, well, he didn't like or trust them. Jaya wanted Sixten to put faith in her words and intentions without him knowing anything about her except that she was determined to interact with him despite his disinclination. It had been a long time since the two of them had dealt with people of any court, so they were both out of practice, but Sixten had always despised compulsory interactions.

While Silje understood what got under her brother's skin, she didn't necessarily feel the same way. Jaya was new to Padmalaya Estate, a stranger, a guest to a strange man in a strange home with strange visitors from a strange Territory. While it might have been convenient for her to get everything right on the first try, expecting it of her was not only irrational but unkind. She hadn't been on the estate for even one full day yet. The reason that Prince Acharya had provided a two week period was so that Lady Laghari could acclimate herself to the setting and characters within. What seemed like an eagerness on Jaya's part was coming across as moving too quickly to Sixten. If the woman merely wanted to chance to really shine and impress all of these strange folks, Silje wouldn't blame her. But everything in due time.

Sixten had had the right of it when he suggested that the two weeks should be spent getting to know each other. Silje was even pleased that he'd framed the statements in a manner that gratified Jaya for coming up with the idea (though this had been Prince Acharya's plan all along) and he ended by admitting the presence of conflicts and insinuating that he was willing to work through them. It was more than she would have expected from her brother. Wiping her fingers on a napkin, Silje wondered if he would have done the same had Jaya been somewhat less stunning to look at.

Humbled by Jaya's question, or namely, her own feelings on the matter, Silje bowed her head, not responding immediately. Devesh slowly turned his head to watch her while playing the quiet one at the table. Feeling his eyes on her, Silje felt a touch of shame, but as her brother, didn't feel judged either.

"Nharkava is a beautiful land," Silje began, her chin shooting up again. The light in her eyes suggested that she was being honest, that she was envisioning what she loved best about the scenery. "It's nothing like Glacia. While I've only ever been to these two places, I wonder if there are no two lands so perfectly different from one another. I can't help but miss my home, but it doesn't mean that Nharkava is any less magical for me."

"Tell me about your time in Little Terreille," Silje implored, her smile widening and an inquisitive curiosity falling over her features. "It seems very modern. Maybe what Glacia might be if less emphasis was placed on maintaining the status quo. What do you miss most about it? I wonder how their courts compare to Glacia's." She might have wondered how they compared to Nharkava's as well, but she'd never experienced a proper Nharkavan court except in the memories of others.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #9 on: Dec 29, 17, 07:21:07 PM »
The Frisk brothers resumed eating while Devesh sat engaged in the conversation. Allowing Sixten some distance, though she sat directly at his side, she did not affix her attention on him so. Perhaps she had felt it pertinent to try and make amends, though he had not extended such grace to her, she understood that what small wariness he felt upon meeting her and learning a bit of her possible “role” within in his sister’s gravity in private was only now expounded more by being in the Queen’s presence. It would make any Warlord Prince prickle to have a stranger seated so close to his bonded, and more so tentative was the situation as he was not properly tended.

Lady Silje smiled at her, and once again Jaya felt the warmth reverie of her Caste flow over her. It had been such with the last Queen who’s court she served. They were guided by fate, Mother Night tapped them to lead, but they were not infallible or any less in need of support.

Jaya couldn't begin to guess what Lady Frisk needed, or wanted, that was a question that would be learned in time when confidences could be reached. Perhaps even with all the Frisks. The last thing Jaya wanted was to have a  hostile relationship with the man who would need to learn to accept her in some fashion were she to aid him in the way her employer envisioned, or better yet, how she felt she could.

It took the lady a moment to answer, may it be because she selected her words, or because she contemplated an apt response. Jaya took the opportunity to enjoy her meal, using the bread to push rice and curried chicken into her fork, she didn't take dainty bites, but moderate ones. The food was exquisite and undeniably traditional which Jaya appreciated. They did not try and stuff her plate with foods more common within Little Terrielle, where were they going to find fries? Most of the street fare in Courtland was made to be portable and fast. This was so much better, considering she had to take up the brunt of the cooking within her household, it didn't have the same touch as her mother’s.

The Frisk males were more direct. Prince Frisk danced around his Queen’s desire to return to Glacia while Jakob who cared little about filters simply told her that his sister did not like Nharkava. It was never as simple as that, and Jaya liked to think so, not because she loved this Territory but because there was so much to love and so many in need of Queens. Lady Silje’s response was succinct and honest, though she couldn't help but think that she tiptoed around that line as well. Nharkava was beautiful but it was not home yet, Jaya would understand feeling displaced in a land that didn't feel quite as special as the one she left behind. As far as she knew there were...issues, with Glacia, such that would warrant her Light Jewel brothers need to abscond, but that didn't seem like it played too much into the homesickness that Lady Silje possibly felt. "Nharkava is all the better for you being here." She assured the Queen, seconding what Devesh had said during their introduction.

Once again, it was Jaya’s turn to respond, the Queen’s sudden interest surprised her pleasantly and while she didn't mind the attention she felt it suddenly draw on her when it felt like the Queen should hold the spotlight. Shifting her gaze to Devesh  a thin, almost coy smile  stretched across her lips for a tentative moment  which was shared between Priest and Queen. The intrigue was enough to make Jaya pause a moment and really think back. “If you think two places could not be more different than Glacia and Nharkava then you’d be surprised by Little Terrielle. There is nothing like it.”  Her shoulders relaxed as she considered, setting her fork down, her hands lowered to the top of her thighs, pinching the thin white fabric against her fingers. Her eyes didn't fill with daydreams, but found memories and observations called to the forefront. “Most of Little Terrielle is very modern. I lived in Northwood within Courtland Province  though I got to know nearly every major city and some smaller ones.  Power is allocated differently there. The cities grow up into the sky, it seems like there is always construction, they sprout out of the ground like trees.”

She almost chuckled then, reserving her laughter, though as she spoke she relaxed more. “If I were to pick one thing that I miss it would be the diversity. I miss the Eyrien Warlord who made the best latkes that I've ever had or the Sceltic seamstress who sang in the theater on weekends. It is a hodgepodge, but with it comes the good and the bad, including overcrowding.” Crossing her ankles comfortably, her head tilted, a wisp of dark hair which petulantly drifted forward at all times falling against her shoulder. Little Terrielle was a fine place to live, but she didn't want to talk it up as though it were perfection when nothing could be farther from the truth.  “As far as Courts go, they are quite bureaucratic though much less traditional than Courts in Nharkava. Things move fast, it can be exciting.  I haven't had the pleasure of working within a Glacian court to be able to compare the two for you.”  For obvious reasons, though she would not bring collars or twisted religion into the conversation and muddy the still waters. “Is there more you would like to know? I’d be a poor guest if I were to bore you with every detail. Though I'm happy to fully sate your Ladyship’s curiosity. As I spoke with Jakob earlier our lakes do not freeze here nor in Courtland though in some places in Rockland they can.”  her eyes darted toward the boy and then back to his sister. “If I can inquire the same, what’s been your favorite part of living here?”

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #10 on: Dec 30, 17, 02:06:35 AM »
Once upon a time, Silje would have readily admitted to wanting to travel the world and see all the Territories, even fantasizing about visiting the lands on the other side of the dark gate. Now, however, she was too homesick to feel that pull the way that she used to. Things were different since she'd arrived in Nharkava and many of her feelings had been challenged and some of those changed. No matter what, though, there was a nostalgia for her homeland that couldn't be diminished. So what if what she loved the most was only a fantasy. She did miss living that fantasy. She didn't regret that she'd been shown the truth of the world but would hold fast to her right to look back fondly on the life that she'd left behind.

Things were too complicated for the Frisks for her to even consider bringing up the topic of travel to another Territory. There was too much to do in Nharkava for one. Devesh had been steadily bringing Silje up to speed and incorporating her more into his dealings with the populace. Though Prince Acharya offered Silje little room to alter what plans he had laid out, it never felt as though she was obeying him and he always gave her the respect that she believed herself due. The man was still an enigma to her, but she trusted him. Apart from that, Silje no longer had the same wanderlust that she used to. Living vicariously through others, at least for now, suited her just fine.

Jaya gave as good a description as she could while the group was enjoying dinner. Silje bookmarked a few thoughts to return to later when she would be able to ask more detailed questions. Glacia was hardly underdeveloped and there were cities there that rivaled those in Little Terreille, but from Silje's understanding, there was comparably little land left to itself in the central Territory. The Queen didn't mind the bustle of a busy city and in fact, thought it rather charming those times that she'd witnessed such, but she did need her escapes as well and the country suited her best for this.

Finishing a bite, Silje smiled gently, dazzled by Jaya's quick descriptions. Shaking her head, she gave a quiet laugh. "Mmm, no, the details are my favorite part," she confessed graciously. "But I won't ask you to list them all while sitting down to dinner. Later, when you come visit, I hope you won't mind regaling me with all of your favorite scenes there. Even in Nharkava, really. You might guess that I'm not well traveled." Silje didn't mean it as a dig at her brother, but he would likely take it as such or at least have himself a little grump over the statement.

Silje had an idea then, but instead of mentioning it right away, she considered it while she busied herself with a drink of her wine and then another. Licking her lips, her smile had faded, but her eyes were still ever interested. Tilting her head, she wondered at Jaya and then gave the faintest of shrugs. "Maybe one day you'll let me see what you saw. Through your memories."

Sixten had buried his face in the direction of his plate and left it oriented that way but upon hearing this, he lifted his eyes only toward his sister. There was no good reason for revealing her strengths to a stranger. Though Silje hadn't revealed any secrets and it wasn't uncommon for Blood to be able to share such images. The idea of Silje even approaching that topic rankled him. Silje didn't wait for an answer, however, and easily moved on.

"Why, Prince Acharya, of course," she answered with practiced ease. She'd said it a hundred times over and at no point had it been any less true. Whether in public, private, or secret, Silje was able to grant that Devesh had done what few others might and offered to take her family in. It was so much more complicated than that, however, and no matter how convoluted her feelings were regarding the taciturn man, he was her favorite part of Nharkava.

With a laugh musing in her words, she looked over to Devesh who offered an amiably intrigued eyebrow. "I suppose you mean something related to the land or culture, though, hm?" Silje narrowed her eyes, glancing upward as she rifled through her thoughts. "I don't know; I keep coming back to the same concept. With the political climate the way it is, I never expected to be welcomed in the land, much less with as much warmth as we've been welcomed here on Padmalaya Estate. My favorite part of living in Nharkava is being welcomed here on Prince Acharya's estate. I've learned so much, grown as a person, had the chance to feel the impact of my Craft and see yields increase. I didn't have these opportunities at home." As much as she missed it, this much was invariably true.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #11 on: Dec 31, 17, 02:32:40 PM »
If Lady Frisk had asked the question merely as an indulgence of conversation she would made an excellent actress, as such her eyes did not stray far from Jaya as she tried to condense her thoughts of Little Terrielle into a few key points. Like bread crumbs for the birds, she gathered them up, the interest in her gaze clear and genuine. If Sixten paid any attention she didn't know, but Devesh was a silent spectator and Jakob she learned listened even when one thought him distracted.

It a good omen that the Queen was remotely curious about her surprise guest. Again, she could not help but wonder what Devesh had told her about Jaya or the reason for her stay but it was as if Lady Silje was pleased to have her, which gave the witch some relief. It helped that the Queen was charming and self assured. Pale eyes stared back at Jaya with fascination. “At your pleasure Lady Frisk, I will be happy to answer anything you like.”  About Little Terrielle or Nharkava, Silje Frisk did not strike her as a woman who slackened on Protocol, perhaps in time though.  “It is difficult with the current climate I imagine to travel much. I understand why there is hesitance.” Jaya didn't say so for Prince Frisk’s benefit, but it felt prudent to extend her awareness on why travel would be off the books for now.

Enjoying her meal, Jaya released one hand from her lap for this task, polishing off the rice and chicken. The second hand lifting a napkin to dab against her lips.  Memories? It took a moment for her to catch on to the meaning of the Queen’s words, her fetching smile fading replaced by intentness. Dissecting what she said she realized what the Queen had inferred. Mind Delving took a bit of trust if done willingly. If Lady Frisk was so inclined, she call up some memories for her, even if such things made her apprehensive. It made her nervous to have anyone rooting around in her head, to even ask it was personal, at least to Jaya. Still, there was nothing like seeing a place as it was. Words could not do an image justice and if she could give Lady Frisk a looking glass to peek through, then could there be much harm in it?  There were things Jaya did not wish to share, not with the Queen or anyone really, but the skill was honed to capture specific memories? If that was the case she would not deny her. Otherwise she might avoid the entire practice.

Nodding faintly It would be something they could discuss later if Silje wished.

The Queen declared Prince Acharaya as her favorite part of Nharkava. Unable to help herself Jaya turned her head toward the unpretentious Priest with a sharp stop, her smile playful but impressed. Of all things a Glacian Queen was most smitten by, it was not the Territory, but the man who had welcomed her into it. “If this meal is any indication then you are beyond a gracious host.” She agreed turning her attention back to the Queen, while taking another few sips of wine.  Since speaking about Little Terrielle Jaya felt more relaxed, her own emotions infusing into those she pushed out into the world. To have the presence of thought to grow as a person and lay claim to those changes would be a boon to the Queen as well as to Jaya if she were to have any hope in nudging the twins to true reconciliation. All of this could just be a thin veneer to pretty up the negativity just beneath the surface, but Jaya had to learn to look through the guise of perfection to find the spots beneath. “Nharkavans treasure family above all else. While our traditions are certainly important and deeply rooted in belief, one thing crosses barriers, beyond Blood and Landen alike and that is the care and attention we put to our kin, both related and adopted.”  It was something she always loved about this Territory and what kept drawing her back. “It is important to support one another.” The Frisks were now more than imports, they were quickly becoming bound to this land in spirit.

“Speaking of this place, Prince Acharaya, how long has it been in your family?” she asked, trying to draw him into the conversation as more than an observer. While Jaya did not feel as though she were being judged, it did feel as though he was measuring how they all communicated and she had no idea what to make of that.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #12 on: Dec 31, 17, 07:22:28 PM »
As though he'd been caught in some gambit, Devesh lifted his eyes toward Jaya with a knowing smile. The tilt of his head still directed at his plate, he did look half the demon when he looked at her that way past his brows. Grinding slowly on his most recent bite of dinner, he began to straighten as he worked it down. It had been nice to get so far into his meal without being called into the conversation. It wasn't that he meant to be impolite or dismissive of Lady Laghari as his guest, but Devesh was certain that there would be few opportunities for him to witness the family interact with Jaya as a unit unless he scheduled them as he did this meal. Yes, he was watching, but Devesh didn't have a tendency to judge. The worst sinner was always welcome back to Mother Night's embrace. He hardly believed in lost souls or causes. Knowing his own heart, he'd be crowned grand emperor of the hypocrites if he decided that character flaws could damn anyone.

Silje and Jaya had given themselves to a light conversation and though both the Frisks receded into the background, as much was expected. What wasn't said by Prince Frisk was often more telling than what was. He didn't need to be actively interacting with the women for his reactions to be noted. Sixten had confessed his interaction with Lady Laghari to Devesh earlier, arriving to speak with the Priest before the meal. That his sister Silje had accompanied him meant that it had been her idea. There was little shame in the Warlord Prince, however, when he explained how he'd been taken aback by Jaya's pressing manner.

Devesh didn't think much of it, honestly. Jaya had likely developed her mannerisms during her time in the courts of Little Terreille where it had taken more presence to be noticed. He expected her to come around in enough time spent on the comparably peaceful estate, especially with a sensitive and untended Warlord Prince on the grounds. At least now, Jaya was fully aware of what she was dealing with and how near Sixten remained to the edge of losing his composure. Neither Sixten or Jaya likely believed it, but Devesh was certain that the damage was reversible, perhaps even without the use of Jaya's specific set of skills.

With a brow arched as though surprised to have been addressed, Devesh cleared his throat and nodded. "I don't actually know," he gave with an uncommon breath of a laugh. "I wonder if Rohan might be able to discern it by the age of the components of the first house. If you can't tell, the home was once much smaller but evolved over time." With a look of pride in the heritage of the land, he sat back and took a drink of his wine, after which he was glad to continue.

"This land belonged to my family before anything recorded in our history and before Nharkava was officially a land of its own. I can't be certain that the oldest villa within the main house was even the first home built here. Padmalaya Estate has been in my family since the beginning of time as far as I know," he said with a chuckle. "I'm told that the land was chosen for the lake, the fertile ground, and the proximity to the mountains. I've lived here long enough to see the wisdom in such choice. It seems there's nothing that this place isn't suited for. With fields enough to provide for the family, many times over with the help of a Queen, and a variety of terrain to work with, Padmalaya Estate has become a village unto itself."

"We maintain Landen workers to toil in the fields, stables to support their efforts as well as house horses for our own needs. Landing pads offer convenient access for ourselves and visitors alike. The Padmalaya Lake, which the estate was named for, is fed by the mountain run off and in turn, sends its water further on to the Ladakh Lake. The lake gives life to the local populations of animals. If you ever find yourself out that way, don't ever believe that you are alone. When the land dries up, Padmalaya Lake rarely ever follows suit. Because of this, many generations of wildlife circle back to us. All manner of Nharkavan creatures keep us company, fish as well, and frogs." Jakob perked and grinned, a fork in his hand being held like a staff and not an eating utensil.

"If you'd like a more grand tour than the one you've been given of the immediate grounds, I can arrange it for you. There is little more to see than the scenery once you lose sight of the main house, but the scenery alone is quite breathtaking."

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #13 on: Dec 31, 17, 08:13:02 PM »
Devesh Acharaya had the most astonishing jade eyes, pale not quite emerald but without loss of luster and depth. They were endless, one could argue wise, a man who found his place and claimed it. It had been the first thing Jaya notice of him when they met and what drew her gaze back up to each time. During their tour he had mentioned that he was not typically so eloquent and was prone to rambling when he did, though Jaya had not found disinterest in any one thing Devesh had said then.  There was a touch of danger in that gaze, an edge that she was starting to become acquainted with,  it was not malicious but perhaps puckish.

He had the look of someone caught with their hands in a cookie jar, but she could not fathom why. Bringing him into the conversation made sense, he was the host, and he had brought them all together she would consider herself impolite for not including him, even if he had prefered it that way for now.

Taking a few sips of wine while allotting him a chance to gather his voice, she turned her attention between him and the Queen, though never truly ignoring the Queen it was natural to segway to the man who had made such an impression on the Glacian to elicit an earnest response.  Jaya would not interrupt him to ask who Rohan was, but she listened, nodding softly when he mentioned that the house had been expanded on before.

The roots ran deep in Padmelaya, so far that even an inheriting member could not recall exactly when it was constructed.  At the mention of the Queen her eyes shifted to Silje Frisk with a warm tug of her lips before returning to the Priest. The depth and scope of the estate was so impressive that one could dare call it a compound, and yet that felt like the wrong word entirely, too cold for  a place that was home for so many different characters.  If diversity was what she missed from Courtland, that could be why this place made such a good impression on her.

At the mention of frogs her natural smile blossomed framing her teeth like shining crown. Turning her head opposite, her honeyed eyes pressed past Sixten Frisk to Jakob who lit up like a beacon, breath held and tense. The way he held that fork made it seem like he was preparing to rush out and vanquish some mighty enemy. Not a small, green hopping one. Soft laughter trickled from her throat with light laughter.  The entire interaction hadn't been a bust, the majority in her her eyes had gone over pleasantly until the end. Her gaze shifted to Sixten for a second but did not linger long enough to catch his and make him feel studied.

“I was warned about monkeys and I made the acquaintance of a rather rude frog already that made itself King of the Courtyard fountain. Lord Frisk was gracious enough to run it off. “  That wasn't exactly how it went, but paying the child some fanciful compliment was worth it. “Earlier I noted some cranes near the river. Thank you, I would love to explore more if I could, what I have seen so far is picturesque. Padmelaya is in good hands, I think Ive only known one other place as grand in size as your home, but it lacked its own soul.” Jaya meant this as a compliment, though she would not press more on Devesh until she was fanning pretty words at him. “Perhaps Lady Frisk if you have a garden,  you would allow me to tour it with you one day? I noted a few near the river. It has been some time since I have seen a Queen’s gifts on this land.”

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #14 on: Dec 31, 17, 09:50:26 PM »
Devesh nodded, gesturing openly in such a way that indicated he would do ask he'd said. Leaning back, he allowed his plate to be cleared and his wine to be refilled. "There are many different tours available, but the one I recommend is the one you create yourself. I'll send someone who knows the land to escort you, someone easy with conversation and knowledgeable. I can't relate to the same wonder that visitors experience when they see the estate for the first time, but I'm told that the first excursion is best if you lead yourself. You'll have plenty of time to be shown around later, especially if you accept a permanent position."

Silje smiled and nodded, looking with true hope at Jaya. She didn't care whether or not the woman got along with Sixten. Jaya's Craft could bridge that gap easily enough. As much as Silje hated to admit it, all it would take to pacify her brother was an occasional romp in the hay. That would shut him up and keep him placated. He wasn't smart enough to argue against anyone who was willing to spread their legs for him. If Silje had her way, Jaya would stay away from him. It would be nice, for once, to have a friend that wasn't fucking her brother. Ideally, in Silje's mind, she and Jaya would become close, and Jaya would keep him tame, however she wanted, but at the end of the day, her loyalties would be to her Queen.

She didn't feel remotely selfish in this. Sixten had literally screwed the loyalty out of all of Silje's friends. Relationships had gone from sympathetic commiseration to offering up excuses for him all the way to the end of the gamut where people who were supposed to be on her side were arguing his case to her! Having to deal with Sixten himself was difficult enough that she certainly wasn't interested in a secondary echo.

Clearing her throat, Silje excused the clouds that had gathered in her eyes. "I do have a garden," she affirmed more quietly than intended. "I've a private one on the roof of our home and another that I tend with the gardeners." Neither of the two mentioned were very extraordinary. She always felt a little defensive about it because it seemed as though Queens were expected to do something amazing with their talents. Nevertheless, her heart wasn't in designing topiaries. She applied her skills well enough in the fields as well as Prince Acharya's mines, though the latter was a lesser known fact that probably wouldn't be revealed to Lady Laghari immediately.

It was already known that the Acharya family was the most affluent in the Territory, perhaps by far. It didn't need to be public knowledge that Devesh had a Queen tipping the scales further in his favor by blessing his mines, especially, perhaps, a Glacian Queen. Native Nharkavans might wonder at his reasoning while it would only cause greedy Glacians to lust for his holdings even more. Publicly, at least, Silje probably looked like a rather lazy Queen despite how busy Devesh had been keeping her.

Accurately assuming the particular slant of Silje's thoughts, Devesh seized the opportunity to slip back into the conversation and flow into a similar, but easier topic. "Lady Frisk will be part of the upcoming Spring fertility rites. If you don't get an opportunity to witness her Craft before then, you will certainly have a wonderful opportunity soon enough. We are going to open a portion of the estate to visitors and invite our neighbors to witness some of the ceremonies and join in the celebration. The occasion will mark quite a few firsts for Padmalaya Estate that I think will benefit us and the community overall while paying homage to our fertile Mother and the Blood that gives us life."

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #15 on: Dec 31, 17, 10:46:35 PM »
A self guided tour sounded good enough, if she had an escort it would be easier, especially one who was Blood who could aid her in reaching some of the more remote locations. Jaya had wondered if there were rapids or at least a waterfall near the estate. If she learned of some she would most eagerly like to see them. There was something about flowing water that had always called to her, power, strength, constant change. Emotions were similar, but water was cleansing, it soothed her even in times when her own Craft felt well beyond her reach. When the arguments got too heated or life pressed on her back she knew she could find comfort in its whispers.  “I will do just that. Though I tend to wander if left to my own devices. “ It was nice to get lost sometimes.  Jaya smiled softly at the servant who took her food, glancing at the woman’s face to indicate she noticed and was thankful for her presence. It came naturally to her to recognize faces and later match them with names. In Gritra’s Court she had known the name of every Circle member down to the landen staff who tended the gardens. If she came across them with any form of interaction she was sure to do so. Having lived humbly instilled in her a sense of social correctness when it came to these things. “Thank you.”

The fair haired Queen nodded and smiled kindly though her thoughts drifted elsewhere for now. Perhaps she was thinking of Glacia, or the warmth of wine that kissed her throat. Jaya could sense emotions but not read thoughts, her Craft was rarely dormant when around others, just perhaps lazy, after a time it became like a sixth sense that helped her navigate. She could have used her skill to improve upon Sixten Frisk’s mood, only she didn't because he had a right to his emotions and she would rather have him come to accept her freely, without manipulation.

Gathering her dark lustrus hair in both hands she twisted it around her finger away from her slender neck. Even dusk in Nharkava was warm, the last rays of light unwilling to relinquish its touch until the very last flare of its power could be seen in the horizon. Luckily the fabrics she wore were cool, and the draperies used to canopy their meal filtered the light in a brilliant ethereal glow.

Prince Acharya made mention of the mines Lady Frisk blessed for him, for whatever reason he did not hide this fact from her nor did he receive any judgement in return. In fact the Priest had made note of a great many factoids about the family, none of which she brought up or alluded to in any way. It was better to allow them to divulge the information themselves, in their own time. Especially considering Prince Frisk’s sensitivities. The Queen however did not make mention of the mines she blessed, which was understandable, nor did she quickly invite Jaya to tour either of her gardens which gave her the impression that the Lady wasn't necessarily proud of her work there. No, something else interested the Queen, she wasn't quite yet sure what but she hoped to learn. As of yet, the Queen had been most welcoming even after the ill report her brother possibly made of her.

Had it been widely known that Prince Acharya had a Queen to tend to his mines then surely Glacian eyes would turn in Padmelaya’s direction. That seemed, wrong to her somehow as if a man so deeply rooted in Nharkava had anything to hide from the same people trying to invade their homes and faith.  Jaya’s bread and butter was paid for in court, but she avoided Glacian politics for so long due to the distraction of personal and familial matters. A part of her still didn't want to think of it, not within current company.

“Spring fertility rites?” She asked interested. Certainly these events would take place after Winsol and closer to Spring itself.  Two weeks would have come and past since then, it was plenty of time for all parties to make their decisions. They were not far off though. Nodding she glanced back to Lady Frisk, her elegant brows piquing. The idea of a festival for all, held here in such a beautiful place sounded excellent in her eyes.  “Will there be a service?”  she asked. Though Jaya was not particularly fond of  such outside of communion with Mother Night she wondered if any ritual performed by Prince Devesh wouldn't be unique. “The way you speak of it reminds me of the Festival of Love I attended as a child, the colorful powders and paints and the excitement of new beginnings. Would it be similar?” Those were easier days. She could not remember a celebration like it happening in the last few years. Certainly not since she returned. Had things changed so much in Nharkava or was she just too removed to notice.

“It sounds wonderful, I would like to witness it. I would be more than happy to lend a hand in the coming weeks if it is needed.”  Her hand lifted palm up to indicate from Queen to Priest in case either would benefit from any extra aid.


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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #16 on: Dec 31, 17, 11:51:42 PM »
Devesh nodded solemnly, smiling softly, ever eager to address matters that related to the Darkness and the Mother who created and guided the Blood. He couldn't tell if Jaya's interest was passing or genuine, but he rarely drew a separation between the two. He would speak to any who would hear. That was part of the reason for opening up the ceremonies to other guests in the coming year. With so much secrecy surrounding many of the rites that were done at his altars, he hadn't considered that very few people on the estate much less in the local populace knew what he was about. Of course, part of Devesh's dual nature was that he was a Priest, but there was more to it than that. He did many of the same things that Priestesses did, but he excelled in matters of life and procreation. Fertility itself was as sacred to Devesh as blood which was life, and Darkness which was the Mother who created and provided.

Devesh did a lot for the people of Nharkava at least as far as any one man could do. The vast majority of his gifts were given in secret, things that would never be traced back to him much less bring him honor. But some things were less covert. The Matrikas were one of his gifts. The women that bore his children gave of their bodies, sacrificing their Craft to bring new Blood into the world. They were not his wives, and sometimes not even affectionate companions. Acknowledging what they provided for the greater good, he returned them into the world with allowances to carry them and their children to their dying days.

It was hardly selfishly motivated. The Priest had rarely ever lacked for bed partners or women who would have born his children with less incentive. He provided the same services to other lovers, partners, married couples. All of his disciples understood his wish that they help bring the Blood back to their rightful numbers and power. They would only be able to shepherd the Landen as was their role once the land was properly restored and they couldn't do this without their Queens or the needed Blood to retake their place. None of this considered that soldiers were needed to push Glacia back beyond the mountains...

"Blood. Life. Creation. Mother. Our fertility rituals celebrate renewal and we pay special homage to Mother Night who bore us. The ceremonies are largely symbolic, but reverent, thanking the Darkness for our gifts and asking for blessings. We will bless the fields, mothers, young women, all things capable of creating and bearing life. The event will take place over a matter of days and nights. There will be many services to attend. The rites themselves are a more solemn affair, some of which will be conducted in private, but celebrations will follow, and I see no reason to keep our kin from this."

Devesh smiled rather broadly when Jaya offered to help. "I may be able to put you to use, but first, let's find out how you like it here. Of course, even if you decide that you don't, you will be welcome to return to experience the festivities."

Silje seemed to pay close attention when Devesh spoke about the upcoming event. She was eager to join the ceremonies and lend her Craft to the real and symbolic festival of life, but couldn't help being a little apprehensive about something she knew so little about. Instinctively she understood her draw to the land and its need for her Gift to truly flourish, but in all the other ways that Devesh related growth to life, she found herself slightly nervous.

"I'm told it's always been quite a show," Silje nodded assuringly. "Everyone on the estate seems to be looking forward to it. I hear there are flowers of every color strung up on the walls, food and dancing." Realizing she was giving all the unimportant aspects of the rites, she laughed and pressed her lips together. "I think you will enjoy it."

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #17 on: Jan 01, 18, 01:38:25 AM »
Jaya was raised by a devout Priestess who taught her of Mother Night, the Darkness and the love she extended toward her children. The Blood were shepherds, placed on this land to protect the landen and relish in life. She taught her how to sit in prayer, how to commune and provided over every ceremony, even if it meant leaving her beloved Nharkava to visit Courtland for her Offering as well as her Virgin Night. Growing up, she hoped to match her mother’s faith at least in spirit, to accept what was said without question. However, after her father’s death it all changed.  Self sufficiency became more important and while Jaya still believed, having proof enough in her communions to warrant such, she could not imagine an all knowing presence who looked after every single facet of their lives. Surely Mother Night had greater expectations for her children, but even cranes like those she had seen at the riverside eventually left their young to fend for themselves.  Puni grew to judge her daughter for her lack of faith without realizing the issue was not with the Darkness but between Mother and Daughter. 

It was thoughts like these that kept her from asking too many questions to the pious Priest, and yet she had grown curious of the festivities. Jaya knew Devesh Acharya for a short time, but a breath in comparison to the Frisks but he didn't strike her as sanctimonious. So she tested the waters and came away with a greater sense of the man who was so eager to speak of his work. Better yet he was willing to celebrate in it.

For a moment she feared he would break out and preach and was glad that wasn't the case. Instead he offered her a concise description of his vision. Nodding once she understood but a fragment of what she could only guess was the greater scope of his plans and extended her aid. May it be two weeks worth or longer, she did not wish to assume that she would linger here past those days. It seemed that though the future was brought up around her, she was not allowed to predict that she would be staying when mentioning herself.  This was curious, but she said nothing about it for now. How long did they think she would last when facing the Frisk male that she would be run off within two weeks? Not wishing to think the worst she nodded, her smile stretched and then relaxed. “Thank you.”

“I'm intrigued Prince Acharya, I would love to hear more of it either way. Surely there will be time for us to check in later.” The ceremonies revolved around fertility and less out Spring itself. Much attention was placed on mothers, but life began with the union between males and females. Would they too be given a place in the festival? That season in Nharkava was uniquely spectacular as all manner of orchids and flowers flourished for just a few months. This too had much to do with reproduction she learned from her father who had once fancied himself as an exporter of rare items from her homeland, the pollen injected into the air fed the bees who spread their seed from plant to plant. The bulbs growing dormant.  She knew little, certainly no more than the Queen, but it gave her an idea she might put to action later.

They might have been unimportant, surface aspects of the ritual but they were a draw.  Lady Frisk looked sheepish, pressing her lips together. “I enjoy the aesthetics too, it is something I missed from my time in the central Territory and the traditional dancing.”  Jaya sighed playfully, in hopes that the Queen did not feel alone in her thoughts.

Dinner was quickly taken away, Jakob having his fill of the sweetened carrot dish while everyone else was distracted by conversation.  They languished there sated for a few more minutes discussing the seasons and the weather. Jaya did not try and bring Sixten back into the conversation though if he said a word she would give him the attention he was due with a thoughtful expression.  Thanking their host for the delicious meal, Jaya unwound from atop her pillow, allowing the Queen to set the details of her invitation.  They would meet in a couple hours within the Villa that backed up into the main Courtyard.  Wishing each member a restful night, including the Frisk brothers (especially Jakob) she retreated to her room to change for the casual visit. While the outfit that she wore was comfortable, and one of her favorites, she had also spent the greater part of the day and early evening in it.

Instead she wore a simple, non traditional knee length dress in turquoise with a slouchy neckline and crimped waist which was more casual fare in Little Terrielle, though it took nothing away from Jaya’s long svelte frame and slender legs. There was beauty in simplicity though she would guess that the vibrant colors of Nharkavan couture had left a mark on the Glacians. Once again her hair was worn down but pinned by a simple silver clasp across her right shoulder.  The invitation struck her as casual, an opportunity to get to know one another in a more private setting. Lady Frisk had given her the impression that she was truly interested in her, so she could only assume there was no reason to put an exorbitant amount of effort into a sari or some such, this was far more comfortable anyways. Punctuality was important and she did not leave the Queen waiting.  Once admitted in by an unfamiliar face she waited patiently in the main living space until Silje made her appearance. The villa was lovely and suited she imagined to the frisk’s tastes. “Thank you again for inviting me Lady Frisk. You have a lovely home.” If her brother was there she would acknowledge him with a respectful nod. Once invited to sit she settled, folding her knees and tucking the length of her limbs beneath her. A platter of tea, cakes and finger foods were served and a small plate with two assorted pieces handed to her along with a cup and saucer that rested nearby.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #18 on: Jan 01, 18, 11:56:14 PM »
Once returned home for the evening, Sixten's noticeable quiet left tension in the air. Even Jakob had a hard time being his usual exuberant self. With at least another couple of hours of energy to burn off, the youngest Frisk asked permission to head into the main house to play games with the other children. By the time Silje had nodded and saw him off, Sixten had disappeared upstairs, presumably to his bedroom.

Silje went to hers as well, thoughtful as she stepped out of her finer things and into a prepared bath. Sixten was probably more upset that his sister and Jaya had seemed to get along than he was with Jaya for being so forward with him. He never liked it when she took a stance opposite to one of his, but he did the same thing to her. Besides, Silje hadn't chosen to get along with Jaya because it would bother him, at least she told herself that this had nothing to do with her decision. It didn't make any sense to start out on a bad foot. Jaya had done nothing to suggest that she was an obnoxious sort or that she wouldn't be a good fit for the roles Prince Acharya had selected her for. That Devesh had selected her was a good sign that she was perfect for the job. Eager to become a true Queen, Silje saw the value in these additions that were being brought to the estate for her.

Night had already fallen and Silje wouldn't be receiving any visitors now except for Jaya. Wanting to play down the differences in their respective stations, Silje dressed simply. Braiding her soft waves over her shoulder, she stepped into satin slippers and belted a sleeveless silk robe at the waist. She'd not received guests as informally dressed since she'd lived in Glacia. Even then her playmates were assigned and rarely fun at all.

She was actually looking forward to having a woman of her age around, a worldly woman with stories to tell. Jaya was pretty as well, which Silje wouldn't admit to mattering except that she'd always imagined herself surrounded by beautiful people. It wasn't that she didn't realize this was a shallow consideration, but on the other hand, it wasn't as though she had chosen Jaya. Prince Acharya's choice just happened to be pretty and she appreciated the fact. Being the only blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty on the estate, Jaya's striking looks didn't threaten the Glacian Queen one bit.

Silje rose and met Jaya just through the entranceway, quick with that gracious, gleaming smile. Most of the ground floor was only dimly lit by witchlight, but a set of intricately carved latticed doors ahead glowed with plenty of light behind. The servant who greeted Jaya moved about and opened the doors, allowing Silje to usher Jaya inside. The small but warmly appointed room was set with a desk on one side, and surrounded by low plush seating on the other. Witchfire sparked in a stone hearth in the center of the far wall.

With food and beverage placed, Silje lowered herself into one of the seats and pulled her legs up beside her. Leaning her head against a hand she sighed and smiled. "So tell me what you really think so far, Jaya. Does it scare you at all? It scared me the first time I came here. It sometimes still does," she admitted with a friendly laugh.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #19 on: Jan 09, 18, 06:26:17 PM »
The Queen was resplendent, even in such a casual state. Nharkavan was rife with lore of such women, their beauty able to inspire great change, even war. Moreso, Silje Frisk came across was an intelligent, well put together and calculating. Even for a young Queen she was impressive and that Jaya learned in only a couple of hours at dinner. There were not so subtle differences between the Frisk siblings but already she knew she had her work cut out for her. What else she could build during her time here was but a spark of inspiration. For years Jaya had lived in court, breathing its air, learning the steps to that intricate dance. She was fortunate to serve under a wise Queen who would retire not long after she departed for Nharkava. Perhaps it was the natural intoxication of Lady Frisk’s Caste that called to her, but Jaya felt she could make a change and that hope sparked.

The fact that Lady Frisk was around her own age was a bonus. They would hopefully breech common ground more often than not. The very fact that Lady Frisk had treated her with such welcome and professionalism, despite her brother’s less than glowing assessment spoke of the Queen’s independence. That was hard to tell when she wasn't sure exactly how much the Glacian Queen knew of her.  Still, Devesh had found time to tell the Frisks abit about the new face, whatever secrets were left would be revealed soon enough. The more she the thought about the interaction between Sixten Frisk and herself, the easier it was to put it aside. No, it had not gone as well as she would have liked, but perhaps in time they would learn to trust one another and she, not to challenge him so.  That was perhaps the most confounding part of the entire incident, Jaya was not one to directly face down a Warlord Prince in such a way. As benefit of her Craft, she felt less fear especially if their strengths were beneath or matched her own, but there was something about him in particular that called on that reaction and she couldn't figure out why.  Recognizing it was the first step in correcting the issue. There wasn't much she could do about it now though she had attempted to breach that gap just a brick at a time over dinner. Time would tell if it crumbled under her feet.

Glad to not find the devastating Warlord Prince within attendance, she brightened her smile, bowing her head to the Queen. The servant went about opening doors as her host lead her through the elegantly carved doorways and into a receiving room. The witchlight filled the space with a dim, relaxing light that Jaya found most agreeable. This was an intimate space, meant for two. Fresh air filter in through the open windows.

Once the Queen was seated, Jaya joined her just arm length away. Careful with the short length of her skirts, she swept her hands behind her, tucking the fabric close to the back of her thighs and settled, drawing her ankles off to one side. Her legs were long, olive and smooth. The soft cushions welcomed her skin in sateen. Nodding to the servant she offered the man a small smile as she had with those at dinner.

Lady Frisk was quick to get to the gritty and Jaya smiled at this with approval, though her question gave her some consideration. It never occurred to her that Silje expected anything less than an honest response. Instead, she was looking to find commonality between them. The circumstances to their arrival to the Padmelaya Estate couldn't be any more different and yet, they were both young women, running from some kind of past, whether they believed it or not. “It does intimidate me some.” She admitted, only it had more to do with leaving her family behind. The worry nagged at her, even after just a day. There was also concerns on what would happen if she was unable to tend to her mother and sister through such a position. “There are some who count on me, any time I've moved they have been in the forefront of my mind. There is always that initial homesickness. It fades though over time.”  She smiled softly, folding her hands palm up against her lap. “As of yet, I find Padmelaya peaceful, and welcoming in ways I haven't experienced in places with such grandeur. Prince Acharya and his staff have been welcoming and I find him an intriguing man. I think its....a lot to take in. Must have been for you especially.”  Out of all of the Frisks it felt as though she would be the one who had the hardest time acclimating. “There is much I want to do and see, Ive always liked to explore and from what I can tell there is an abundance of trouble one can get into here.”  Jaya smirked playfully. “Is it still very different here from your home in Glacia? Is there anything that you've wanted to do, or see? Anywhere you wanted to go outside of it?” She asked, knowing full well that while she was not encouraging the Queen to abscond, it would be likely her brother would see it as such. Silje had shown such interest in Jaya’s travels, one could only assume she had some of her own.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #20 on: Jan 11, 18, 08:21:42 PM »
Propping an elbow on the low window sill behind them, Silje rested her head against her palm, taking Jaya in and realizing how good it felt to just talk with another friendly woman. The inhabitants of the estate were always very kind and accommodating, but Silje had yet to meet with any that she truly clicked with. If she had her way, she'd import friends from Glacia, regardless of how preposterous the idea was. She missed those courts dearly, despite understanding the political stances held by most of her old acquaintances. What she missed was a fantasy, she knew, but she wouldn't lie and say those old memories didn't lull her to sleep some nights.

Jaya was as good a friend as any, it seemed. Her experience in Little Terreille was a plus in Silje's estimation. It meant that she was used to dealing with a modernized society, people closer to what Silje herself was used to dealing with. The Queen had found a love for Padmalaya Estate but fretted that things were entirely too practical there. Prince Acharya had more money than anyone in the Territory and more even than so many in Glacia, yet even though he directed the skill of one of the most talented architects in existence, his home did nothing to display this status. Everything on the estate was appropriate to meet the needs of those who lived there, and it was beautiful in its own way, but Silje couldn't help but count it as a waste. She'd never admit it out loud. It wasn't kind of her to judge how Devesh spent his vast income, she simply believed that he and his band of rebels would be happier had he done things a different way.

Nodding when Jaya mentioned those who depended on her, Silje remained quiet. There were at least two people who still depended on her in the world and they were still in Glacia. Her parents were Light-Jeweled and collared and she'd left them there a few years ago, having not seen them since. Jaya seemed to indicate that she was still looking in on her own family if not also providing for them. Opening discussion on that topic would only sadden the Queen. She'd done nothing for her own parents, having thought it too dangerous until very recently. She was still waiting to hear back from Prince Gunvaldsson for his thoughts on the subject of reopening communication over the mountains. It made her heart flutter to imagine. What would she say to the man and woman who brought her into the world? They were strangers to her, and not only because of the length of time since she'd last seen them.

"Mmm, it is peaceful," Silje agreed, returning to the present. That, she couldn't deny. Only now had she felt free to spend more time on the land, taking longer and further walks, discovering the corners of the plot that few ever visited. It was nice to believe that she wasn't hunted anymore. The river called her more often than not and she'd been spending a good deal of time in the more peaceful crooks. She said that it was for Jakob's sake, so that he could hunt whatever small amphibians he could scare up, but she greatly enjoyed the sounds of flowing water. This was second only to her love of music.

Laughing quietly, Silje nodded again, sure that Jaya was only drumming up conversation, but willing to engage in any kind of discussion that dealt with her homeland. "Very different, of course. There are colors here that don't exist in Glacia, I'm convinced, but there is so much color here that you can be overwhelmed by it and it sort of all blends together at a certain point. In Glacia, there is nothing more beautiful than the earth blanketed in white as far as the eye can see with the northern lights swirling with such brilliant contrast overhead. Glacia does contrast well." Her smile grew as the scene she painted unfolded behind her eyes.

"The summers are green and the fields go gold for the harvest. There are fields of flowers, of course. Naturally, Spring is a colorful season, but nothing is so bright, so garish. Everything is exactly how it should be. Of course, it comes down to preference. I would rather live through Glacia's coldest winter than Nharkava's hottest Summer." Though Silje could spell herself to cope with either, she counted it a point of pride that she was able to weather Glacian winters without such use of Craft. Anyone who needed to draw on their well of power simply to exist anywhere didn't deserve to exist there, much less rule, as far as she was concerned.

Silje laughed again when Jaya asked about where she'd like to go. Shrugging softly, she smiled. "My next trip will be home, I believe. I'm trying to plan that visit now." She admitted it because she believed there was no harm in it. It had been too long since she'd returned and no reasonable person would think she was up to anything but exactly what it seemed.

"As far as Nharkava, I don't know. It doesn't take much to please me. I'm enthralled by so much of the culture and landscape. It's all so different." She didn't expound on any more of the difference between the two lands. "I see enough when I travel and offer my Gift to the land. The places are lovely, but it's the people who really impress me."

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #21 on: Jan 18, 18, 02:08:39 PM »
Lady Silje lounged comfortably which oddly put Jaya more at ease.  She had a good relationship with Lady Marjala who she served in Courtland, the Queen was older, wiser and with little care in finding her place having settled into it long ago. Still Jaya maintained an air of pleasant formality with the older Queen though she appreciated her candor. Jaya was not sure Lady Frisk would be as open to honesty as Marjala, but time would tell.   Leaning back against the window as well she made herself comfortable,a hand slipping to her ankle and pressing it closer to her thighs.

The potential discussion over her family was gratefully ignored. No doubt the Frisks had family back in Glacia who they had not seen in some time and bringing up such subject might pull a dark cloud over their otherwise easy conversation. For Jaya it was more about not burdening others with the things she held close to her heart, foremost of which was her mother.
“I have heard of the Northern Lights but have never had the chance to witness them myself. I hear you might be lucky enough to spot them in the northern mountains that border Nharkava, but its a rare sight. Its said it is as if the is filled with veils, is that true? I can see what you mean though, sometimes there is beauty in uniformity and consistency.”  Jaya loved the wild colors, the splash of brilliance that filled the streets in the Spring. Dark haired, olive skinned women draped in the most vibrant silks their hue’s plucked from all manner of flowers that Nharkava had to offer. To her they barely blended together, and yet she enjoyed darker tones as well. In a way it set her apart without her realizing it. “I honestly don't think I would survive a week in a Glacian winter. My blood is far more tropical than I hoped it would be. I commend my Lady for her resilience.”  Chuckling gently her shoulders shook, forcing herself away from the window to loosen a few strands of hair caught between her back and the frame.

The way Silje Frisk spoke about her homeland was filled with understandable longing which was not so easily expressed when in Prince Acharya’s presence. It would seem rude to pine for a place others lost their lives to escape from when your host and benefactor sits a foot away.  When Silje spoke of returning home for a visit her eyes lifted to the Queen. Did she truly think it would be so easy as to simply take a carriage into Glacia without someone taking notice of her uncollared brothers?  The way she spoke of it was as if nothing could be more reasonable. A day trip to pay a visit to old friends. What was Sixten Frisk’s opinion on this? Certainly Jaya was not going to question her now, but it felt selfish to go about it in a way that paid little mind to the heavy political and religious climate of the day. The idea of a collar around little Jakob’s neck made her stomach turn, but she schooled her expression, finding a spot to put her mental pin. No doubt conversations just like this and Silje skewed perceptions of Glacias perfection was a point of contention between the twins. No, that was too heavy to bring up now and would only place the Queen on offensive. Jaya shared the other woman’s hope to become better acquainted before jumping straight into business.  Devesh had told her to simply study the twins and decide on her actions, it would be more fluid than either of them thought, but she found no indication yet that their relationship could not be mended. It would take time studying their interactions before she could get a clearer picture. That being said, Silje offered her a clue as to her mindset.

“We certainly have a rich culture, one that has been well preserved for a long time. The Landen have a different religion than our own, though I tend to steer away from those topics." Much here is expressed in color and dance. “How do the people impress you? Even after, two years I believe since you've been here?” She asked, expounding on Lady Frisk’s thoughts on the people of Nharkava.

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Re: Breaking Bread not Breaking Heads
« Reply #22 on: Jan 23, 18, 04:15:18 PM »
Silje smiles came easily for Jaya thus far. The Queen enjoyed the banter between them. It had been a long time since she'd had such a simply pleasing conversation. It wasn't that they were discussing anything of real importance, but that was why the interaction stood out. Absolutely nothing was expected of Silje. She and Jaya were just chatting, getting to know each other. There was no pressing weight to address something in particular, no need to mind the topics and stay on any particular subject. Silje did enjoy accomplishing things, but not doing so just felt good right now.

Jaya commended Silje for her resilience, but with a light laugh, Silje waved her off. "It's nothing to be commended. Just the same as you're acclimated to your land, I'm acclimated to mine. I'm sure that had I been born in Nharkava I would shun the cold just as much as I sometimes shun the heat here. It's all a matter of being accustomed to something. In enough time, I might even shift to prefer the heat." She gave a wide-eyed expression at that, though. She'd likely be ashamed of herself if she ever wasn't able to bear the cold. "I wonder if I've not already shifted some," she admitted out loud. "I'll be so ashamed if I return home and require warming spells all day. They'll disown me," she gawked. But she laughed this off too after a few seconds.

Leaning forward, Silje busied herself with pouring two small glasses of chai. The tea in Nharkava was much different from what was served in Glacia. It wasn't just the recipe, but the culture surrounding the serving of tea at all. Instead of porcelain teacups, chai was often served in very small glasses that were taller than they were wide. Two heaping spoons of sugar took up nearly a third of the glass and two heaping spoons of sugar were what was commonly added without question. There was no question of one lump or two unless the host meant to consider that their guest might not prefer the traditional serving. Since Jaya was from Nharkava, Silje did not ask when she spooned enough sugar to keep Jakob up a week into both. A tiny spoon was placed into the glass after the tea was poured and then served on a glass saucer. Nothing at all like Glacian customs for tea, but Silje did enjoy this version equally. Having served Jaya, Silje sat back again and stirred. It would take some time before the piping hot liquid could dissolve all of the sugar. Some preferred it grainy, but Silje would wait until the tea was half syrup before she took a sip.

Shrugging softly, Silje lowered her lids and smiled into her tea. "I don't know," she started, more demure than she'd been a moment ago. For Jaya, it was likely clear that Silje meant to give her words carefully to avoid offense. "Like the rest of the land, sometimes I find myself overwhelmed by Nharkava. Colors and personalities here seem so much larger than what I'm accustomed to. I tend toward quiet and calm. Even the strong personalities that I adore are usually well confined, heat behind perhaps carefully composed demeanors. I think that I would do well to be better socialized. I know that I could grow used to the absolute abundance of life in your people. It is endearing," she paused licking her lips, raising her eyes and giving Jaya an assuring smile. "Maybe I'm more delicate than I want to admit," she said with a laugh and then waved a hand. "I've been sequestered away for long enough that it's just been easy to enjoy the serene moments that the estate offers. I'm sure that I will adjust easily enough once I experience larger groups and such."

Humming quietly, Silje filled the silence between them, seeming reluctant to give Jaya room to speak just yet.

"Would you like to visit Glacia?" she asked, perhaps a little abruptly. Giving her tea one last stir, she finally tapped the spoon at the edge of the glass and set it on the saucer so that she could have her first sip. It was only a question of interest at this point, but she wondered if Jaya would want to accompany her if the stars aligned and such was possible. Silje didn't yet know enough about the journey and what she meant to accomplish there to be able to say how anything would happen or what the schedule might be, but she didn't yet know of any reason why Jaya shouldn't be allowed. Maybe if Jaya saw more of Silje's land and culture, it would make it easier for the other woman to understand her and thus to relate to her and teach her.

 

 

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