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Author Topic: The Lion and the Wolf  (Read 100 times)

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Offline Nazhin ibna Zareen

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The Lion and the Wolf
« on: Jul 20, 17, 10:47:11 PM »
Nazhin was tired; physically, mentally, emotionally. Just exhausted. She felt like she hadn’t slept in weeks, which, now that she thought about it, was probably true. Since leaving Tuono, she had spent her time traveling with various groups that would let her stay with them. It helped that she didn't need their supplies; money was one thing that was never very scarce for her since carrying messages usually paid well, and there was not a lot of competition due to how few active sandriders there were. However, she never slept well when she was traveling with other people. Except her sandriding master. And Namdar. Her chest tightened at the thought and she gripped her walking stick tighter while looking around at what she could see of Onn to try to distract herself.

It worked as a distraction, but it didn't make her feel any better. Nazhin hated being around so many people. She disliked that about Tuono as well, but at least there, she talked to many of the permanent residents and knew them well. There were some familiar faces here: former customers, or just people she saw frequently when she was here, but there were few that she knew well. Even when it was not high festival season, there were too many people in Onn for her taste, nor did she have the fortitude to deal with them right now.

Kaveh was someone she knew well enough, which was why she had come here. He always let them stay before; surely he would now, even though she was arriving relatively late in the evening. Hopefully he could give her something useful to do with herself, too. While money for lodging was not an immediate issue, it would become one soon enough, so hopefully that useful thing would involve income.

Mother Night, she was tired. Nazhin blinked several times and then stumbled when someone bumped into her. She turned with an angry snarl before catching the psychic scent of Prince... and darker jewels than her own. He snarled back at her, looked her over, and then simply turned and continued walking. Nazhin knew there was a reason she was still wearing her sandrider armor. Well, other than the fact that she couldn't comfortably vanish it along with everything else she owned, and that the familiarity brought her comfort when there was little to be found.

Right, dwelling again. Nazhin realized she was leaning on her walking stick staring the direction the Prince had gone rather than actually making any progress. She pushed off and continued down the road until she finally made it to the familiar home of Kaveh. She wondered how much bigger his children were since the last time she was here while walking up to the door. It hadn't been that long, but kids grew quickly. Namdar had liked them too.

With an annoyed sound, she knocked on the door, then took a step back and waited.

Offline Kaveh al-Izar

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Re: The Lion and the Wolf
« Reply #1 on: Aug 12, 17, 07:16:03 PM »
Sooty fingers absently traced designs on the table as he listened to his boys bicker back and forth. It was some Craft lesson. He had started sending them to lessons with a witch who was teaching the local kids. Kaveh had thought it was a good idea. He loved his boys but it gave him a little breathing room to work. He also decided it would give them Craft skills he may not be able to teach them. Unfortunately, his boys were in the same class and were trying to one up each other. If things escalated anymore he would have to step in. As Sargon grew, Kaveh felt every day was a battle. He didn’t know raising a Warlord Prince would be this trying.

He reflexively snarled when Farzin reached to grab the piece of cloth and wood Sargon was showing off with. He saw Sargon tense and Kaveh mentally pushed his annoyance and anger aside so he didn't rile the growing Warlord Prince. “I think it's time for a break. Farzin don't you have some studies to do?” He shooed his youngest away as he stood. He picked up the cloth and ribbons which had been discarded in the flash of tempers. That's when there came a knock at the door.

Kaveh frowned, not expecting anyone and the forge was closed for the night. However, he would be a good host or rather be polite. He headed towards the door and swung it open to reveal Nazhin. “Lady Nazhin!” She didn't seem happy and Kaveh wasn't sure how much trouble he could handle this evening. However, he wasn't going to turn the woman away. He stepped back from the door and gestured her to come inside. “Sargon would you fetch us some glasses and the tea from the kitchen?” The Warlord Prince eyed Nazhin before giving her a faint smile. He did as he was bidden, leaving the adults alone.

Kaveh shut the door and pulled a chair out from the large table which was against one wall. “It has been a while, will you be needing a place to stay tonight?” He expected Namdar to be around the corner, Nazhin and Namdar rarely seemed apart. Maybe he was delivering a message and left Nazhin to secure a place for the night.

Offline Nazhin ibna Zareen

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Re: The Lion and the Wolf
« Reply #2 on: Aug 12, 17, 07:54:05 PM »
“Hello, Prince,” Nazhin said when the door opened. She stepped inside when she was invited and vanished her walking stick since she didn't need it anymore. While she sometimes threatened to whack Kaveh’s boys with it, she would never actually do so, at least not while they were kids. Nazhin looked over at Sargon and tried to return his smile, but it was really just an upturn of the corners of her mouth that didn't reach the rest of her features before returning quickly to melancholy.

“Tonight, yes,” she said a bit absently to Kaveh while taking a seat at the table. She wasn't sure how to ask to stay for longer than that, or when to tell him about Namdar’s death. Grief crossed her face and closed her throat, and she felt her chest clench. He wouldn't be the first person she told, or the most difficult. The first was her Master, but the worst were his parents, who had accepted most of his belongings from her but refused his half of their earnings. Kaveh would be the last person she had to tell. Hopefully.

“Namdar is dead.” Her voice wobbled as she blurted out the words and she swallowed hard to regain control. The nails of her remaining fingers on her left hand dug into her palm out of annoyance. Another breath and she successfully caged the emotions again. Mostly. She hadn't meant to just tell him like that, although she had also refused to think about or plan how she would tell him, too. She didn't want to plan those conversations out in her head. Instead, Nazhin wanted to pretend it hadn't happened, even just for a little while. It never helped, though.

Nazhin kept her eyes on the table in front of her, studying the wood grain. Her control was precarious, and she didn't want to cry in front of Kaveh and his boys.

Offline Kaveh al-Izar

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Re: The Lion and the Wolf
« Reply #3 on: Nov 02, 17, 02:11:07 PM »
Kaveh frowned, a heavy crease forming between his brows. Something wasn’t right. Fortunately, Nazhin didn’t leave him hanging for long. He was thankful for Nazhin’s bluntness. She usually was but he supposed she hadn’t needed to develop tact in her life’s path. He looked at her, his face softening as he knew grief all too well. He reached for her hands, taking them in his callous ones. He didn’t say anything, waiting for Sargon to set the glasses and teapot down, when the boy appeared again. The warlord prince lingered, his instincts pushing him to help Nazhin, no matter how well the witch was hiding her emotions. Kaveh turned his head and stared at his oldest until Sargon left.

He carefully turned her hands over his hand, so her palms were up, his hands under hers. “Nazhin…” he said slowly. He wasn’t sure what to say; if she even wanted to talk or be comforted. “Do you want to talk about it, about him? Or do you want to sit here and drink tea?” He paused and considered what he had done when he lost his wife and later his parents. He had his boys to keep him busy and his work. He usually threw himself into his work. The physical activity helped ease, for a time, his emotional pain.

“Or I can show you around the forge. You could attempt to make some nails.” Nails were simple and if she messed them up, easily turned into something else.

Offline Nazhin ibna Zareen

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Re: The Lion and the Wolf
« Reply #4 on: Nov 12, 17, 10:52:21 PM »
Nazhin didn’t look at Kaveh. She didn’t want to see pity that was surely on his face; the same pity she’d seen on the faces of the sandriders who were around as she was forced to leave. She didn’t look at Sargon, either, when he brought in the tea. The last thing she wanted to deal with right now was a Warlord Prince, even one who was a child.

As he turned her hands over, Nazhin still didn’t look at Kaveh. Instead she kept her eyes on their hands, hers with parts of her fingers missing, and his rough from his work at the forge. Did she want to talk about what happened? Not really. Repeating the story to multiple people had not helped yet, so she could not see why doing the same with Kaveh would be any different.

”Maybe tomorrow for the forge,” Nazhin said. She really did not feel like doing much of anything at the moment. Although she was angry, the witch was not sure that it was the type of anger that hitting something with a hammer would help with. It would be worth a shot, at least. Maybe she could make herself useful since she was now left without much in the way of skills. Her entire life was tied up in learning to be a sandrider; Nazhin could not even read well. That might prove troublesome now, but it was not something she wanted to admit to anyone.

Nazhin didn’t say anything for a moment as her gaze went to the tea that Sargon had brought in. Tea was nice and all, but she was not sure it would help now.

”Got anything stronger than tea?” Nazhin was thankful that her relatively light Jewels meant that she did not have to drink much to feel it. Even so, she was doubtful that Kaveh would provide.

 

 

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