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Author Topic: No Friend Like a New Friend  (Read 184 times)

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Offline Kharisande Lehmda

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No Friend Like a New Friend
« on: Aug 03, 17, 06:23:53 PM »
Almost an entire year she'd been living on this estate, and she was finally, FINALLY, growing comfortable enough to greet people by their personal names rather than by their protocol'd titles.  Comfortable enough to speak to others about the Healer's usual requests for her meals.

Lady Kiara Makur preferred her fare rather simple... but entirely simple just would not do for the meal she was planning to welcome the Lady to the Estate in her own way.  So she'd sent Vishal to get her a plump chicken, and she'd also had him pick up the various vegetables and spices from the market. 

She'd had a year to work on that chicken soup recipe that she'd first used on Devesh... and she'd experimented with it many times.  She'd finally found what she believed to be a most pleasing blend of Dhemlanese spices with Nharkavan flavors... a good blend to represent herself.  It was a little spicy, but she preferred her food with a bit of kick anyways. 

She had packaged everything in the containers meant for servants delivering meals, and she'd laid her garnishes on the tray so that she could make sure everything was 'presented' with a bit of panache.  She'd even put on one of the Nharkavan Saris that Vishal had bought her.  The first month of wearing these things had been a bit... blush-worthy.  But she'd grown rather fond of them.  The twists and turns of the fabric could get quite creative, and the decorative styling of the Nharkavan people had grown on her.

Some days, she even forgot her longings for her home village. 

She quietly slid in to the Healer's hut, blinking a little in an effort to adjust to the difference in lighting before settling the tray on the table.  The Healer would be back any moment, and she wanted her dinner ready.  She was quick about unpackaging the soup and the bread, and even quicker about placing the garnish on the rim of the bowl and laying out the napkin and utensils.  A splash of wine into a glass, and she could whisk the tray away.

The bowl, she had been told, was spelled to keep the soup at the temperature it had been when she'd ladled it... so even if the Healer took longer than she expected, everything should still be grand.  She set about lighting a few candles, and then moved to the door to wait for the Healer at her Entrance.

She was a little nervous.  It was the first 'welcome' she'd done for anyone with only her own two hands... and she was hoping the Healer would be kind enough to let her know with honesty if it was well done or not. 

Offline Kiara Makur

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #1 on: Aug 03, 17, 08:58:16 PM »
The Devi had spent her day in ritual with the Priest Prince. The demands he placed on her body during such rituals were not insignificant and by the end, as the rush of endorphins finally wore off, she found she was quite tired. It had been an extremely satisfying day, Devesh's skill in ritual something that few could compare with. She was pleased to help him in his work, if not a bit surprised how often he sought her out for her assistance. She had made clear to him that she was not ready to bear his child, despite his playful urgings, and there were any number of other women who were quite prepared to do so.

Still, it seemed that at times he preferred her company to theirs, something that she could understand. She preferred his company at times as well, the quiet seriousness of his nature, the way he viewed things with such pragmatism. He never offered her jealousy for how she chose to express her desires or with who, and cared little about what she did with her time as long as she was available when he needed her, be it for ritual or caring for the Matrikas. His gifts since her arrival had been sweepingly extravagant, and no arguments from her seemed to phase him. At least he had yielded on allowing her the small Healer's cottage near the Temple. It was already starting to feel like home.

Kiara approached the cottage and saw a Landen woman waiting for her. Devesh had described her situation when he had first returned to take over the estate. Kiara had been appalled by the entirety of. Well, almost. She had found Devesh's punishment of the woman's former Master to be quite fitting. Devesh had been quite exasperated by the entire thing. She had listened, commiserated, and distracted his mind and body when he needed and desired it.

She had made a point of learning the names of everyone on the estate. These were people she would be working with daily. It was truly the very least she could do. "Hello, Kharisande. Are you well? Is there something I can help you with?" She yearned to sweep the woman's body with Craft to ensure she wasn't hurt, but after the violations she had endured, Kiara would take no such liberties without her express consent.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #2 on: Aug 03, 17, 11:05:45 PM »
She smiled, bowing a bit.  "Oh no, I am quite well.  I simply wanted to bring you a gift as a Welcome for joining the Estate."  She smiled, nervously adjusting the edges of her sari as it draped over her arm.  "I hope you don't mind, but I made your dinner this evening."

She flushed a bit, clearing her throat.  "Well at any rate.  I assumed with how long you were in the Temple today, you likely would need a good meal."  She carefully motioned towards the door.  "I even set everything up for you so that you didn't have to worry about it."  She paused.  "I hope you don't mind.  I thought you might be a bit tired."

She felt a little nervous.  What if Kiara was upset that she'd taken the liberties of setting it up?  Or if she didn't like it?  Her bottom lip sucked into her mouth for a moment, and then she let it loose and granted Kiara a smile.  "If you would like, I could join you.  Vishal is going to be working late tonight, and I .. would like to be out of our rooms for a little while."  Rooms.  She had her own small set of rooms.  And a husband.  As ..symbolic.. as the marriage was, it didn't change that she had one.  One that she was actually sort of fond of, and who was fond of her. 

Vishal, she suspected, loved her far more than she loved him.  And that was fine.  She wasn't in love with anyone else, and she certainly trusted Vishal enough to indulge his needs.  And a year of having this sort of lifestyle had... well, it had made her more comfortable.  Comfortable enough to do this for a Healer that was known for her gentility, at any rate.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #3 on: Aug 05, 17, 05:51:32 AM »
Kiara smiled warmly at the kindness of the Landen woman before her. No longer a slave, it was Kiara's understanding she had chosen to stay on in a domestic capacity, regardless Devesh's urging that she never lift a finger again after what had been done to her. Kiara did not know all the specifics, but she had helped Devesh work through his frustration that she would not condone the killing of her former master. Instead, he had wed the pair, and forced Vishal to serve her in any way she chose.

Service was not something that was easy to breed out of the blood once it took hold. Kharisande seemed to take pride in her work, something Kiara would certainly not deny her, even if she, too, wished the woman would allow herself to be cared for now in repayment of what she had suffered at the hands of the Blood. "I would love for you to join me!" she replied brightly, motioning for Kharisande to either lead or follow her into the house. Kiara had never lived with servants before this and she had no clear idea how to interact with them. She simply viewed them as others who worked on the estate, but she did understand there were certain customs around such things with which she was unfamiliar.

Upon her arrival, when Devesh had attempted to give her a house, he had intended her a full staff as well. She had made it clear that was not necessary, but she would not deny those of the estate their gainful employment. As long as she treated them well, a thought to do otherwise would never occur to her, Devesh seemed to care nothing for how or when she interacted with them.

The more time she spent with him here on his family's estate, the more she realized there were really only two levels in his caring about things. Either it was intensely important and deserved respect, time, and attention, or he didn't care at all as long as it didn't interfere with the work of the former.

Entering the Healer's cottage, Kiara saw the beautiful way the food had been laid out. The scent of the meal had already blended with the scent of the drying herbs that hung from the ceiling. "Kharisande, this looks lovely!" Having people to cook for her was something she was learning to enjoy, especially at the end of a long day with Devesh when her mind and muscles were tired. She pulled out a chair to sit and motioned for Kharisande to do the same. "This was very generous of you. Thank you."

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #4 on: Aug 05, 17, 06:33:37 AM »
She blushed, a little, as Kiara waxed her pleasure about the meal and the presentation into the air.  It did a great deal to calm her nerves, though, so there was at least that.  It had taken a little time to get used to people other than Vishal giving her compliments on her work.

And some still did not.  She didn't take it personally.  They expected good things, and so to receive good things was not necessarily something worthy of recognition.

She settled at the table, carefully setting her own bowl up from the rather large serving bowl awaiting Kiara.  She didn't need nearly as much as the Healer would, she'd learned from experience.  Of course, she didn't have the ability to tell how dark they were without asking... but she'd learned how to find that out years ago.  Or at least, a general sense of it. 

Lady Kiara waws Dark, but not as Dark as Devesh.  Planning a meal for her was not as taxing.  "I hope you like it.  It's a favorite of mine from my old home, though I've tweaked it to match the Nharkavan spice collection."  She smiled, just a bit, and watched as Lady Makur took a good sip. 
As the woman didn't seem disgusted, she felt free enough to take a few sips of her own.  It was only after a few peaceful sips that she seemed to get a more questioning look on her face.  Devesh could still occasionally confound her.  Sometimes it seemed that she could never quite seem to find a way to speak to him without frustrating the man's patience.  Kiara, on the other hand, seemed much more... approachable.

"Lady Makur... it might seem a bit forward to ask, and if so please forgive me, but I was wondering if perhaps you would not mind teaching me a bit about midwifery?"  She paused, and then let a soft laugh leave her lips.  "I know that I've no Craft about me at all.. but as I'll likely have to live for quite some time, it seems wise to cater skills that could be of use further on in life.  Being a midwife would be a very productive life, I think."  Perhaps she could even get the healer to teach her how to make contraceptive brews that would work on Landen.

She knew they were possible - she used them, after all.  But no matter which books she poured over, the only ones she found were for Blood.  Far too strong for Landen women who might someday wish to conceive.  It wasn't exactly something she felt comfortable experimenting with. 

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #5 on: Aug 12, 17, 06:58:52 AM »
Kiara enjoyed the soup immensely, and said so. It wasn't just that the food was good. It was, quite good, actually. It was that Kharisande had gone to such lengths to prepare something for her and to even lay it out in a lovely way. That spoke of a care and consideration that went beyond what was expected of a typical servant, or at least Kiara thought so? The whole concept was still quite new to her overall.

She wasn't quite sure how Devesh adjusted so easily, perhaps because this was the life he was born to. He was also a truly pragmatic being, while Kiara's actions and words almost always came from the heart. They were partnered well in this way, bringing distinct energy to Devesh's holy work. The work required much from her body as well as her heart, and she gave of it freely, easily opening herself to the needs of his faith. Her body was strong and healthy, the perfect vehicle for her to experience the world through. And it pleased Devesh in turn, which granted her deep happiness.

Her feelings for her employer were complex. She respected him and had happily taken work beneath him. The physical intimacy required of his rituals were acts both seemed to enjoy immensely. And yes, when she decided to have a child, she could easily see seeking out Devesh as the father. She cared deeply for him, loved him even, but she was not infatuated with him, nor did she seek out his affections or anything more than he freely offered.

He was not physically demonstrative, but he more than made up for it in other ways, such as this beautiful cottage he had built for her near the temple. There was nothing she needed or wanted for. She imagined he saw it is a reasonable choice to keep her happy with her employ here, while she saw it as generous beyond measure. She was rapidly learning when it made more sense to simply accept than to argue and watch him find another way to accommodate her that suited him.

When Kharisade made her request, Kiara's eyes softened. It was true that much of what she did required Craft, but certainly there was a great deal that was instinct, long ago learned through the trial and error of her patients.

"Of course I will teach you. Absolutely. Yes, there are thing you will not be able to learn, but I believe there is far more that I can teach you than not." She paused eating to make the offer and to study the woman for a moment. "Is there a more specific reason you ask? Are you in need of a midwife? Is someone close to you?" Silently, she prayed that the woman would not allow her former Master to impregnant her. As much as she did not understand the relationship, it was not hers to judge.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #6 on: Aug 12, 17, 02:23:01 PM »
Kharisande was pleased. Very pleased, actually.  Kiara was a kind, soft hearted woman.  It was almost easy to forget that she was a powerfully Jewelled Blood.  She had found many of the Nharkavan people, at least near Devesh' estate, were kind.  At first, she had wondered why.

As she studied Devesh' books?  She began to realize that they were driven by their faith to be so.  The concept of being reborn to improve one's Self was... interesting.  She often wondered if she should just ask the male.. but Devesh still made her a bit nervous.  And she knew it would frustrate him to know so. 

So she tried to keep things simple, succint, and polite.  So far?  It seemed to work quite well.  With Kiara, she didn't feel as if she had to walk on such careful footing... at least not quite as much.

So when the question poured from Kiara's lips as to whether she needed a midwife, Kharisande looked a bit startled... and then started quietly laughing.  "Oh no, Lady Makur... not at all. Vishal wishes for children someday but..."  She thought about it, shaking her head.  She wasn't sure she'd ever be able to do it.  The idea of baring a child to a Blood male was.. terrifying. She loved Vishal, in her own way.  But it wasn't the all encompassing love that some seemed to think it must be for her to have saved his life.

She'd saved his life out of respect and obligation - not because he was a Master, but because he had been kinder than any she'd had.  When he'd bed her, he hadn't left her in need of Healing.  When he had bought her, he'd started teaching her how to speak her mind again.  He'd encouraged her to explore her life, and worked at drawing her out of her shell.  He'd never struck her.  Not once.

She'd tried to explain it to Devesh once... and he hadn't understood.  Now she knew why.  To him, these were basic things that all people deserved until they proved they didn't.  He couldn't seem to grasp that she'd lived without such luxuries for so long that they were great gifts when Vishal gave them.  And perhaps, she was willing to admit, he was right.  Perhaps she should have been more willing to bring an extreme punishment on Vishal's shoulders for not immediately freeing her upon arrival to Nharkava.

But she couldn't bring herself to do it.  She couldn't return the kindness he'd shown her - in comparison to all other masters - by standing idly by as he was killed or Broken.  When Devesh had then insisted taht they be married, she'd been a bit startled.  When Devesh had insisted that Vishal serve her for the same number of years that he'd owned her?  She'd been completely speechless.

She was certain that Devesh thought she was not hard enough on Vishal - but she wasn't going to treat him like a slave.  And she didn't have to. Whatever she asked of him, Vishal did. And he did it without complaint.  They had spoken a great deal over the last year. 

"I know he wants children.  He's admitted as much - though he would never ask me to do so.  And I... don't think I want them at all."  It wasn't just about Vishal, or the Blood... she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to stomach the fear she'd carry for her children if she ever had them.  She'd seen far too much cruelty in her short life than someone her age should.  She knew exactly how dark the world could become, and exactly how quickly.

If her children ever disappeared, she'd likely die from the surety of what had happened.  Not that it was likely in Nharkava... but she'd had nightmares of such a thing for years.  IT wasn't something she could just... get over.  "Perhaps someday.  I'll live a very long time, barring incidents.  But now?  Now I just want to learn so that I will have a useful skill."  She gave Kiara a smile.  "Landen women need midwives... and in Dhemlan, at least, there often weren't any Healers around for the women of my village.  My people were often on their own in such things... and I imagine it isn't all that different in other territories."

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #7 on: Aug 16, 17, 05:31:32 AM »
Kiara raised her eyebrows at Kharisande's revelation that often Landen women didn't have midwives. Here in Nharkava, such a thing was simply commonplace. "It's understandable that they might not have access to Jeweled Healers, but no midwives at all? No one who understands the way of a woman's body to carry and bear her children?" Her voice held no small amount of surprise. How were women kept alive? How were the babies cared for? Was death in the child bed merely a common fact of life for Landen women in other Territories? Honestly, she had never considered such a thing.

She mulled over the new knowledge in her mind while she continued to eat. She also thought on Kharisande's words concerning Vishal and his desire for children. Kiara didn't care in the least what Vishal wanted, except perhaps to learn the opposite approach to take when interacting with him. What he had done disgusted her, and while she had urged temperance to Devesh during his hours considering the fate of the man who had held this woman captive and enslaved, in truth she wished that Kharisande could be rid of him altogether. Still, her heart was clearly not ready for such a thing. One grows accustomed to what they know, and removing it entirely, no matter how unwelcome, can be devastating to the mind and soul.

"If you do not want children, do you have the proper way to ensure you will not have any? I make contraceptive brews for Landen women as well as for Blood. I would be happy to give you some." She thought for a moment, looking over the food, considering the request that she could learn her own kind of healing. "Or I could teach you to make it, and you could make your own. For yourself and any other women you know who might need it."

While it was not uncommon for Kiara to assist in births of women from all castes, it would be useful to have another set of hands to help, and perhaps the Landen women would feel more comfortable interacting with someone who did not wear Jewels. Kiara was aware that with the power she wielded came a certain responsibility as well. She had not personally been placed in a position where a choice had to be made, but she knew it was a line many of the Blood walked. Fear of those who wore Jewels was understandable, even if it was generally outside of her own experiences.

"Child birth is something a woman's body knows how to do. She may have forgotten, but her body has not. Often the main job of a midwife is to teach her how to trust her own instincts once again. If something goes wrong, then having a Healer can be very important. But for the most part, things do not go wrong, not if a woman is allowed to take care of her body and her child in the way that is the most natural for her. Unfortunately, there are some who believe there should be more control over the process. In my experience, this can interfere with the birth and stress the mother." She offered the thoughts while she ate, already sharing her knowledge with the other woman easily. It was not a great secret to be guarded, but rather something to be shared and allowed to enrich the lives of as many woman as possible.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #8 on: Aug 16, 17, 01:30:08 PM »
"Oh, there were some... but not many.  One or two, perhaps, and they had to serve a few villages.  If you couldn't get them, then..."  She shrugged, a little, before cracking a soft smile at Kiara.  "Where I was from... the landen are not given such kind considerations as they are here." 

She paused, wondering how best to explain this.  It would dip into things she would rather forget - but she knew better than to assume she could ever just forget how sixteen of her years had disappeared.  "The fact I was... sold... was because the Landen's freedoms are not seen as being as worthy as the Blood's, in my homeland.  Everything we had, we had to fight for - and .. to put it bluntly... most of the Blood would not bat an eyelash at the troubles Landen faced."  She could use different words, truly she could.  But she was trying to be kind about it.

"Rather than take Alejandro for his debts, they chose to take his landen lover.  Women, you see, are so much more useful for the purposes they could charge most for."  She blinked a few times, raising her eyes to Kiara.  "Not that they would advertise this, Lady Makur... in my home, slavery is still hidden.  But it was getting more popular in the underground market by the time I ... left.  If the outlook upon my people was that we were worth so little consideration, it can't be too surprising that Blood Healers would not be interested in helping our women bare their children in safety, can it?"

She set her spoon to the side, looking towards the fireplace.  "I can't go home... but I can't help but think that there are territories where the Landen are in similar positions.  Where they won't be able to go to universities, or learn the things that they can do to support themselves."  She glanced over Kiara, before turning her eyes back to the fireplace.  "So yes... I would like to learn what I can of the healing arts.  I would like to be able to help those that need it."

Her eyes dropped down to her hands, studying the delicate appearance of her hands.  "I have Vishal obtain my contraceptives... but learning to make my own would be lovely. Learning to midwife would ..."  She smiled.  "It would make sure that I always have a way to make a home, wouldn't it?  For when things here change, or when I must move on?"  Devesh wouldn't live forever.  There was no guarantee that she would be welcome here sixty years from now.

She missed the fields outside her village.  She missed her mother, and her friends.  She missed... everything.  She missed her home.  Nharkava was lovely, and its people were so much friendlier to her than the Blood of Dhemlan.  Someday, perhaps, Nharkava might be home.  Someday, the knot in her shoulders might loosen enough for her to feel as if she didn't have to be ready to bolt at a moment's notice.

But she still worried about being the outsider here.  She still worried that something could go terribly wrong... and she still woke from her nightmares with sweat on her skin and her heart hammering beneath her ribs.  She didn't tell Vishal about that.  He slept in a different room, most of the time.  Usually when the nightmares came, she would dress and quietly creep her way to the temple.  At least there, the calming atmosphere helped her breath.  She'd been there every night for the last two weeks, actually, though she tried to be gone by the time dawn rolled around.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #9 on: Aug 27, 17, 06:17:51 AM »
Kiara continued to eat as she listened. She did not understand. She had never heard of such things happening in Dhemlan. The emergence of slave collars in Glacia was still just a few years old and seemed, well, to Kiara, seemed utterly barbaric. Sixten was Glacian, and light Jeweled. It was why he and his sister were here. But what had his life been like in Glacia? Had he ever been forced to endure the pain and humiliation of being treated like less because of his Jewels? Had the throat she had run her tongue over, tasting his pulse, once been confined in a collar?

The very thought made her set her spoon down and brace her palms wide against the table. She breathed steadily, not wanting Kharisande to pick up on the sudden white hot rage that boiled through her blood at even the thought of her beautiful Warlord Prince ever being subjected to such disgraceful behavior, going against everything that the Blood were meant to stand for.

"I'm sorry," she managed. "I am not used to hearing such stories. It is...upsetting to think of such things. I am sure far less so than having lived them." She was a Healer, but her expertise was not in healing the kind of trauma Kharisande had lived through. Her body, yes, but not her mind, or what parts had been chipped away from her soul. She was no Black Widow, and not skilled in the ways of the mind, or the protection of the inner chalice beyond knowing how to perform a successful and pleasurable Virgin Night.

She could not offer Kharisande balm for her internal wounds, but she could offer her an education.

"When would you like to start? Would you prefer to learn by shadowing me in my work or having lessons with me privately? I am open to either, and I very much look forward to teaching you. I think you will make a wonderful midwife, Kharisande."     

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #10 on: Aug 27, 17, 07:33:54 PM »
That the lady was upset for her people was heartwarming... and saddening.  She would never be able to explain anything to her, not really.  If such a gentle explanation infuriated, then details would not result in 'good things'.  So she kept the rest to herself, smiling as Kiara asked her about when she would like to start.

"Whenever is convenient for you, Lady Kiara.  I know that your duties with the Prince can be tiring." <I>And Iwould like to not have to explain to him that you are even more tired because of something I requested.  That might be slightly unfair... but Devesh was... odd.

He obviously cared 'enough' to make sure that the wrongs were made right.  But he made no attempt at disguising that he found Landen as... less.  She wasn't sure, exactly, how far 'less' went.  She knew he disagreed with slavery-- but she had the feeling that was because of his faith, and not because of any love for her sort of people.  Still... his faith was interesting.

She'd been reading about it, thinking about it.  What must it be like, she had to wonder, to be able to actually commune with the Goddess at least twice in your life?  To come back from such deep prayers with proof that she saw you acknowledged you?

She rubbed her fingers together, frowning a bit.  She had questions... and perhaps, eventually, she would work up the courage to ask him for some clarity.

"I learn quickly." She smiled, forcing her attention back on Kiara.  "So whatever time you can spare will be enough.  Here, let me clean some of this up." She rose to her feet, taking the empty bowl she had eaten from herself so as to wipe it down and set it in a basekt.  She'd clean them back at her room.. no need to take up the Lady's kitchen.  She winced, just a little, as she sliced open the tip of her finger on one of her cutting knives.

But there were no complaints.  She simiply set back into her chair, her finger between her lips as she dug around in the bag for her bandages.  <I>Silly me, leaving it out at such an angle..  She had been nervous.  But that was no excuse.  It took only the work of a moment to wrap her finger up and pack things away, a faint flush on her cheeks.

"Apologies.  I was a bit of a nervous nilly wit when Iwas waiting for you.  I should have put the knives away earlier."

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #11 on: Aug 27, 17, 09:10:01 PM »
Kiara did not attempt to stop her from cleaning up the dishes from the meal. She understood that there was both a sense of accomplishment and joy in having a gift of this nature be fully accepted, an she would not strip Kharisande of either. "Thank you. The meal was quite good. I will be visiting the Matrikas the day after tomorrow. What don't you join me? It will give you a chance to observe, and also give them a chance to become accustomed to you being with me for routine visits. You will find that women are much more at ease with you in an emergency if they already have a rapport with you and have built a relationship with you. Seeing them only during labor is not enough to establish trust."

When Kharisande sliced her finger, she rose from her chair and walked to the nearest bowl with Lotus flowers floating in it. She plucked several petals from the lotus flower floating in the bowl and returned to the table. "Lotus can be used for many things. One of its properties is as a styptic, which is to say, it stops bleeding. May I see your hand?" She opened her palm and waited for Kharisande to place her hand into her own.

"Now. Most members of the blood with even the slightest training in healing could knit a small wound like this. Mind you it might not be pretty, but it's possible. I could do so and leave no scar, no echo of the cut at all. But that is not helpful if you are on your own, or attempting to help someone without Craft."

She lay Kharisande's hand gently on the table. Taking the lotus between her fingers, she crushed the petals, mashing them into a kind of mushy paste. "This is about the consistency you want." She offered the paste to the other woman. "Smear this along the cut. The bleeding should stop, and the lotus will protect it from infection entering." She watched as Kharisande did as she said, nodding in approval. Yes, she could work with her. It would likely be good for both of them.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #12 on: Aug 27, 17, 09:35:17 PM »
She listened attentively, watching as Kiara made her paste.  She studied the consistency, the scent.  And when she got her hands on it, she felt it out before applying it to the stinging wound.  It was a tiny thing, really, and not worthy any fuss.  But if it meant that Kiara would be teaching her useful tricks, she'd let the healer show her without complaint. 

"I may have to borrow many books from the Prince's library." She smiled, trailing her finger against the edge of the wound.  There was that familiar throbbing burn, but it was being chased away by the cool consistency of the paste.  She paid attention to each sensation -  mostly so that if she ever had to use it again, on herself or another, she could tell them what to expect.

"Thank you, Lady Kiara.  I knew a few herbs in Dhemlan that could do similar, but I have yet to really study the plants of Nharkava." She cracked a grin. "There has been... quite a bit to learn here." Everything from how they put their dresses together to how they ate - what they preferred - how they lived.

She wanted to get comfortable.  She wanted to... belong... as best she could.  To prove to herself that she didn't NEED to go home to Dhemlan in order to have purpose or friendships.  So far, it seemed to be working.  "So..." She cleared her throat.  "You and Prince Frisk seem to be getting along well."

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #13 on: Aug 28, 17, 03:24:56 AM »
"You're welcome," she said brightly, genuinely happy to offer her something she could take with her tonight, even if it was as simple as the properties of lotus flower. Kharisande seemed like she would be a good student, eager to learn. At some point, Kiara would need to train a Jeweled midwife as well. Devesh's good natured jests of her carrying his child did actually strike something deep within her. She wanted to be a mother, just, not yet, and not by accident. She needed to be sure that she was ready, but even more than that, she needed to ensure there was someone who could take over for her work here. Without her Jewels, she would still have all of her knowledge, but none of her Craft. She could never allow her own pregnancy to interfere with her care for her patients. Kharisande would be a great help, but she will still need someone who could navigate Craft and who could help drain off the excess build up of Craft in the Matrikas Jewels. She felt certain that Devesh would do so for her without question.

When she asked about Sixten, Kiara did not bother to hide the brilliant smile that followed, or the sparkling light that danced across her eyes. "Yes, Prince Frisk and I get along wonderfully!" Never shy to discuss anything of a sexual nature, she continued on.

"We are extremely sexually compatible in multiple ways. His appetite is nearly insatiable, which suits me very well. He's also incredibly skilled at oral sex. And he's so exotic. Absolutely stunning, really." She laughed then, running her hands over the table. "I don't think there's a surface in this house we haven't been intimate on."

Just thinking of Sixten was making her want to seek him out. She had been tired before having spent the whole day in the temple with Devesh, but after the lovely dinner and speaking of Sixten in this way... yes. She would see if he was free after Kharisande left. Perhaps they would walk back to the house together. That seemed proper, anyway.

"Oh, as you'll be shadowing me, you'll have the opportunity to get to know him better. You're both from other places, adjusting to our culture here. I imagine you have more in common than you realize."

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #14 on: Aug 28, 17, 03:40:26 AM »
"Er..." She paused, looking at the woman in a bit of surprise.  Well, she'd known that Blood by nature were not... shy.  But she hadn't expected such exuberance. Her own fault, really.  Kiara was always exuberant.  Well, now she knew for certain that she shouldn't ask a question she wasn't ready for an exuberant answer to.  "I... suppose I will eventually meet Prince Frisk... but .." 

She realized she'd put herself in a bit of a quandary over this one. 

"Warlord Princes aren't ... um... well you see they..."  She wondered how to put this without making offense... and just wasn't sure she could.  ."My experiences with males of that Caste are rather... difficult." She rubbed at her head, keeping her eyes to the left. 

"But of course, Prince Frisk was not amongst them.  And I've been working on trying not to flinch around Blood males so... hopefully... "  Hopefully he wouldn't take offense if she jumped.  Or flinched.  Who was she kidding? Of course he would.  "I .. ah... may need more practice." She cleared her throat before giving Kiara a nervous smile.  "I am, however, very happy that you are so happy.   I ... ah... may have walked outside at the wrong time."

She chuckled.  "He was certainly... ah... capable, from the stunned glance I got before turning and walking back the other way."  She shrugged and rubbed at the edge of the table.  "Would you like some tea, Lady Kiara?  I could start a pot. I have always found tea after dinner to be very pleasant."

She needed to try to get the image out of her head.  She hadn't expected Kiara to gush about how compatible they were.  But she didn't doubt it. The image of him flexing as he drove into the Healer against that tree... she flushed.  It had been beautiful, in a terrifying, spine-tingling kind of way.  That much strength, and Kiara hadn't needed stitches afterwards.  Color her impressed.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #15 on: Sep 06, 17, 05:36:05 AM »
Kiara understood, at least on an intellectual level, the danger that Warlord Princes presented to other members of the Blood. When enraged, it was all too easy for them to rise to the killing edge. When threatened, they would go to any length to protect what they viewed as theirs. And if their Queen or another female they cared for was threatened, they would bathe the world in blood if needed.

She could further imagine that for a Landen, particularly a Landen woman who had seen the darker side of the Blood, Warlord Princes could be especially terrifying. But while she could imagine these things, she could not feel them. All of her own experiences with Warlord Princes had shown them as beings of deep passions and deep need. When a Warlord Prince's wife was in labor, his temper could be fierce, his words threatening and violent. But at the core that was fear. He worried for the woman he loved and for the unborn child he had yet to meet.

Kiara had stared down Warlord Princes and ordered them out of the room when they were making a difficult delivery worse. She had soothed them when they everything in them was screaming at them to fight the thing that was causing their females pain, with nothing to kill because it was her own body doing something natural and necessary. And she had bedded more than one when their need had been riding them hard, finding that the more softness she offered, the safer she seemed to be in their embrace.

'Sixten is a man of few words. But I do not believe he would harm you. There is no need for such a thing." she said smiling. When Kharisande acknowledged that she had seen them outside, that first night when he taken her against the tree, Kiara laughed. She was not one to be embarrassed about her body or her sex life. Besides, it seemed Kharisande had enough embarrassment for the both of him.

"Capable. Yes, that is one word for it." Her smile brightened. She couldn't help it. Whatever it was about him, she really did enjoy his company. "He's incredibly strong. I think he could have held me against that tree all night if needed."

She shook her head no to the tea. "No, thank you. I think I'd like to be outside. Instead of tea, how about a walk back to the main house? " All of this discussion of Sixten had left her with a deep desire to feel his arms wrapped around her.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #16 on: Sep 06, 17, 03:02:44 PM »
"Of course!  You must be tired after the day's work."  She beamed, happy to force her thoughts off the dark possibilties of what could wrong if she had to be around a warlord prince for any length of time. She knew that showing fear in front of the Blood could be like showing fear in front of a wild animal - it often did not go well for the one who was afraid.

She'd like to not have to be entering the Main House while so nervous.   Being walked by Kiara would help settle her nerves, she was certain.  "I am happy to see that you are settling in so comfortably Lady Kiara.  It is nice to have someone around who isn't quite so serious all the time."

She chuckled, pulling her hair back into a loose tie behind her head as she gathered her bag of dishes for cleaning.  "Prince Acharya is a wonderful male... but he is always so serious.  Many here in Nharkava are.  It does me good to see that some know how ot laugh so often."  Her own village had been full of laughter in her childhood. 

She missed the comraderie. 

"Is there anything else of which you would like to speak?  I could tell you of Pamplona - I spent a few years there.  The buildings were lovely."    The art too.  Even the people - at least, the people who hadn't known what position she was in.  She could still feel the sting of people marveling that a Landen was being escorted about by a Male of such caliber - but she hadn't dared to correct them. No - she had known full well what would happen if she gave even a hint of her desperation in public.

That particular master had gotten a kick out of taking her in public - knowing that the leash he held about her throat was so tight that she wouldn't even breathe a word of the breach of law that was being made.  They'd known where she came from - and the threat to her mother had been enough to ensure her compliance under that master.

Her jaw clenched at the memory of him, her head shaking as she forced herself to remember the art and music, the food and festival.  Those had been better memories than the Master that had kept her in one of the loveliest cities in the world.

"Or perhaps you could tell me stories of Nharkava?  I have been reading a few now, and I find some of the history fascinating."  She found many things about Nharkava fascinating. She'd read a story of a girl who spoke to spirits recently - and to the best of her memory, she couldn't remember anything like that in the stories of her people.

Her eyes lit up, almost glowing as she recalled the excitement she'd had over that girl's adventures.  It had been pure magic, reading of how the girl could learn so much of the land and its secrets from spirits all too eager to share their secrets with the people.

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Re: No Friend Like a New Friend
« Reply #17 on: Sep 24, 17, 07:17:31 AM »
Kiara smiled brightly as she led them out of her cottage and started to head back down the path toward the main house. "I'd love to hear of Pamplona," she said, more to keep the Landen woman talking with the gentle ease they had achieved than anything else.

It wasn't that she didn't want to hear about it, the city sounded lovely. But her mind was elsewhere, drifting toward Sixten even as her steps carried her there.

Bare feet had walked this path so many times now, even in the short time since she had moved to live on Devesh's estate permanently. She could feel the familiar pattern of the earth beneath her feet. She listened as Kharisande spoke, her soft voice soothing and pleasant as she painted pictures with her words of places far different from where they tread now.

They passed the tree she and Sixten had first known each other against, and Kiara couldn't help but smile. He had been surprised after with the ease with which she had yielded to him, but it really wasn't a question for her. To be wanted with such intensity was more than enough reason for Kiara to want in return. And to think, Kharisande had witnessed some part of it. Kiara smiled more. If either of them had any modesty around not being seen, neither had ever spoken of it. 

As they approached the main house, Kiara paused and turned to face the other woman. "I look forward to teaching you. Thank you again for dinner. It was wonderful. Perhaps we can do it again another time." She offered a genuine smile before turning toward the house that Sixten shared with his sister and Queen. She had never just shown up before. She was curious to see how he would respond to her presence, and hoped it wouldn't be with irritation.