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The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« on: Mar 28, 17, 05:07:36 PM »
Itzelian Maboya returned to her rooms after her first official meeting with Camaxtli Coyotl with a lot on her mind. Physically speaking, both women looked similar in age and physique, though Camaxtli was a bit more trim because she liked to fight with her men (really? That was a little weird but who was Izzy to say otherwise?) and Itzel was a bit less so because of her indoor lifestyle.

But that was where the similarities ended, though Itzel felt she had found a kindred spirit in Cammy. It was weird, though, and she tried to figure out why. At first, she had realized that Camaxtli was everything Izzy wanted to be: she was beautiful, confident, sure of herself, a Queen that wasn’t a stuffy, inflexible Queen. Aristos might tell Itzel that she was also pretty but she didn’t think she was pretty like Camaxtli was. Her beauty came from something more than just skin cells. It came from her being allowed to be herself, and to not be crammed into some mold of a proper Queen like Itzelian experienced.

Of course, all of that had changed with the Territory Court falling apart. Itzelian was free to make a lot more decisions about her day to day habits but she was still prodded and hampered at every turn. First, it had been her overbearing mother Rian. Now, with Rian...gone...that duty had been swept up by Izzy’s nanny Nenetl, who seemed all too eager to take Rian’s place as disciplinarian and lawgiver.

Nenetl had clucked and spoken disparagingly about Camaxtli from the moment the duo left the other Queen’s presence and Itzelian had hated every word that had come out Nenetl’s mouth. She was just jealous, right? Nenetl wished she was a Queen like Cammy, right? That had to be it, Izzy decided, because she could see no other reason for anyone to dislike Camaxtli.

“Drinking beer like a common peasant at noon,” Nenetl clucked once again as she moved about Izzy’s room, picking up clothing to be washed. “She should know better. A proper Queen would have not…” Izzy had tuned Nenetl out at that point, thinking back to the foamy, cool beer. It had been tasty and she could find no reasoning for it to be deemed bad to drink before sunset.

As the mind often did, Izzy’s went wandering down memories, following their little links until she settled absently on another incident, one similar to today, that had happened a few years ago between her and her aunt Erisian. Rian, Izzy’s mother, had done everything in her dark power to keep Erisian from influencing Itzelian, and the reasons for that ranged from Erisian’s supposed madness to Erisian’s misguided beliefs about everything. It had been a knotted mess of lies, half-truths, omissions -- and it all came from one side of the story, so how was Itzelian to know any better?

Ironic, that this memory also contained beer before sunset and the intricate game of moderation versus inebriation, as viewed by a young woman who rarely understood how to balance anything in her life because it was all tightly controlled for her.

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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #1 on: May 19, 17, 02:36:19 AM »
190 AP. 2 Years Before the Eruption of the Eldest Sister at Aztlan.
Five Years since Erisian’s return from the mines.


In the half a decade since her return to Shalador and her slow journey back from the Twisted Kingdom, Rian Maboya had only sought her sister’s council as a Priestess and a Queen a handful of times. None of those times had included the young Itzelian save for reminders to avoid influencing her as much as possible. “What you learned there Erisian, it’s no good for her. She doesn’t need to know to fight a brute she needs to know how to hold the Tribes at peace. How can you teach her anything of of peace?

Those were words that burned hot in her mind and scraped sharp against her whole, healed, but still scarred chaliced. Healing didn’t mean a return to the before. It meant a new normal, it meant being happy with enough and sometimes just being willing to survive.

The things Erisian knew best were not lessons for a girl born to rule sun, rain, and rushing rivers in her domain made of of shades of green more rich and varied than any outside their Jungle would ever know. Lady Mad was the dangerous night, more panther than politician. These were things the Lady Marzena had known, and understood, before Rian’s paranoia saw the Ebon Grey Queen exiled from the trees that held the heart and longing of every Shaladorian Queen. In many ways Erisian had been allowed to know the wary, serious Queen of the Northern Province better than she’d been allowed to know her own niece.

So strange was the query that Eris needed to be assured twice of Rian’s certainty. In a flash of frustration Rian spelled out her desire too clearly and played a bold hand on what should've been  “Just talk to her, Eris. Make her understand how dangerous her position is, how careful she has to be, what she has to do to stay safe.” What Rian meant was clear, say anything you can to my daughter to make sure she comes out nothing like you.  The Priestess Queen hadn’t needed to question her sister’s certainty a third time, not after she realized the request's purpose after her sister's slip of calm.

Rian wanted her sister to present herself as a cautionary tale. As if her capture as a girl somehow happened because she, Akan, and her court hadn’t done enough. As if their had been any reason behind her suffering but a misguided attempt at wealth that once forgotten, its perpetrators long dust, left her and her court to rot for more than half a century. With a nod and no further questions, she took leave of Rian’s quarters. Eris’ sudden exit left the Priestess full of regret and a pang of powerlessness that enraged her. She wouldn't make the mistake of trusting her sister again.   

Set to a task accepted there was no protocol Rian could pull from the depths of her knowledge that could stop a Priestess Queen who wore the Black from seeing her accepted burden done.  The matriarch of their tribal line set to focus on work and took comfort that there was little harm Erisian could manage with a single conversation.  Dinner would be soon. Neither witch, regardless of her mood, was known to miss a meal.  It would be fine and she would not ask again.  One talk with Lady Mad would leave her prudent girl properly put to her place. Outside those held to Eris by their bonds of blood and oath, few understood the draw in serving a woman who at times was more Beast than Blood.

On her journey to Itzelian’s quarters she took a detour through the kitchens where she was a common site. In one arm she carried a plate of meats, bread, and strange but delicious cheeses made in Chaillot and traded as much was for the Forest’s unique and potent healing herbs. Upon it two mugs of polished, finished wood balanced. In the other Eris held a bottle of honeyed wine. Itzelian was a girl but two years from her offering. She was rarely given the space to be a Queen as she felt. Instead the teenager lived a life as what her mother saw the caste to be from her outsiders, academic view of the powers that held the teen and her Aunt’s Darkness kissed souls.

When she arrived Eris knocked but didn’t wait to be allowed entrance, using her Red to dispatch of any shields Itzelian may have thrown up to make a point.  Eyes on the young Queen, bounty of peace offering in each arm, Lady Mad cleared her throat and looked around the room she’d never been invited to see. “When was the last time you ate?” She asked, hoping that appealing to the appetite of a young witch potentially, likely vexed with her mother would delay any questions as to what had brought her calling. 

Behind her Erisian used her foot to kick the door closed and about them she carefully – as to not immediately alert Itzelian’s senses unless she attempted to leave  – put a Black lock upon it.  The quick bit of craft was a simple spell easy to conceal.  It was means to assure their privacy without seeming like the threat she’d come to understand (through much explanation) being held within a Room shielded by the Black could be.  The Priestess Queen still firmly believed the latter was the better course of action. Still, she trusted Fariq when he explained to her how things could look to those not possessing intimate knowledge of her character or surety of intent.  Leading people and understanding them did not always align.

Fortunately for Itzelian, her aunt intimately understood the frustration of being raised by Rian’s unyielding, demanding gaze. For the first time in a while she’d been presented a challenge she felt completely confident in her ability to handle.  She had no intention of cautioning Izzy to heed her mother’s often ridiculous commands. What she would be sharing? 

The ways she found to stretch her wings when under the pressure of the mantle Izzy now held -  successor to the throne of Aztlan, destined to serve as first Queen to Rule Shalador since Witch’s hateful storm.






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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #2 on: May 22, 17, 09:58:16 PM »
Itzelian was not sulking.

Sulking was for children. Sulking was what immature people did when they didn’t get their way. Sulking was...was...no, this was not sulking, this was...contemplating! Yes! Contemplating. Contemplating why everything had to be controlled in her life, why she was never allowed to have even the barest smidge of fun, why she…

Oh, why did it matter? Her mother was probably right. Izzy let out a long, suffering sigh at the injustice of it all. What did she know anyway? She was just a young, inexperienced Queen, trying to learn everything all at once. So it seemed. She just didn’t understand WHY things were as they were sometimes and she knew she wasn’t entirely daft else she wouldn’t be passing so many of her courses. There must be something that she just didn’t understand.

But her mother wasn’t forthcoming. Or, at least, she wasn’t making sense. And this was why Izzy was in her room, NOT sulking about their most recent altercation. She was just...contemplating it.

A few of her peers -- if they could even be called that since she so rarely got to see them! -- had wanted to go on a small shopping trip in one of the markets. Just a little fun! They would have plenty of escorts with them and there was nothing dangerous about going to the market, even if all the girls could talk about was the new vendor that sold fruity little alcoholic drinks. Everyone went to the market, right? Izzy had carefully budgeted out a few marks to spend on some personal items and even figured out the right phrasing for her question, proposing it as though it was not going to be as many girls as planned, that it was just her and another girl, with two escorts each, quickly getting a few things. If they were late returning, Izzy had prepared an excuse for that as well. And she wasn’t going to drink more than one of the drinks either. Everything was going to be just fine and to plan!

Somehow, Rian had gotten wind of how many girls were going and how many hours they intended to spend out and about and, of course, about the drink vendor. And she had come up with a suitably fine punishment of keeping Itzelian at the estate, refusing to let her explain even why she wasn’t allowed to join her comrades on their innocent adventure.

Seriously, what was wrong with a little fruit cocktail drink?

Izzy still couldn’t figure out, even an hour later of puzzling it over. It wasn’t like she was intending to get drunk! She knew her metabolism would have burned it off before a buzz really settled in. Or, so she thought. She’d never really tested it but she wore a Blood Opal and that counted for something, right? It had to, by her naive calculations. She’d never get to test that theory if she never got a chance though. If only Rian hadn’t found out about--

There was a knock at the door and Izzy’s head shot up just in time to see her aunt Erisian stride into the room, plenty of food in her arms. Izzy scrambled to readjust her posturing so that she didn’t look like she actually had been sulking. She braced herself for...for...anything, really. A heated scolding. A blast of Black power. A taunting, maniacal laugh. A spell to turn her innards into spiders.

Okay, maybe not that last one, but Rian’s insinuations about what Erisian COULD do to someone always left Itzelian’s imagination running wild. And because of that, there was a guarded set to Izzy’s shoulders as she asked, “What are you--”

Of course, she never got to finish her question. Why did no one ever let her finish her questions?

Erisian asked, “When was the last time you ate?” as she looked around Izzy’s room. There was a flash of defensiveness within the young Queen, the kind of feeling that came with a sanctuary being breached, and so easily. She stuffed it down.

Warily, she answered, “Not...recently.” At least her stomach didn’t bother to chime in on that statement. She eyed the foodstuffs and the...wine? Was that a wine bottle? Puzzlement showed on her young face. “Why?” she asked. What was Erisian doing here with food and drink? This had to be a trap of sorts. Maybe she spelled the wine and was planning to  drag every little secret Itzelian knew about Rian out of her.

Okay, maybe she needed to NOT be so over imaginative about things.

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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #3 on: May 29, 17, 12:40:55 AM »
190 AP. 2 Years Before the Eruption of the Eldest Sister at Aztlan.
Five Years since Erisian’s return from the mines.


Itzelian experienced a flurry of emotions and a different sort of aunt would have noticed. Erisian was too busy taking in a measure of the quarters the Queenling called her own. The space provided more details about her niece than a flurry of hormones would. Lady Mad’s conclusion was that the girl was a brighter, lighter soul than she remembered being being before the mines. Such an intrusion on her at Izzy’s age would’ve seen a vicious show of hot temper from Erisian. They were very different facets of the caste they shared. What are you-- began the young witch before thinking better of even the mild phrasing. When she spoke again it was to answer the Priestess Queen’s query, her own largely abandoned in favor of new curiosity. “ Not...recently. Why?”

The level of composure Izzy exhibited in questioning the intrusion made her aunt more worried than proud. From working with Elua Erisian was learning just how much energy acting against instinct and truth could be. What kind of effort was Shalador’s new young hope wasting on acting like a polished Prince instead of a Queen from the Forest? Following a shrug the Priestess Queen used craft to float the food she’d brought down neatly before her as she took a seat upon the floor. With legs crossed, elbows resting upon knees, Eris looked up at Itzelian and offered further answer. “Fighting always makes me hungry,” there wasn’t much that didn’t make the Black Jeweled witch hungry, “fighting with your mother always makes me hungry and want a drink.”

Exhaling slowly the elder woman went on to explain. Though it could've made the conversation easier to not mention the fact she'd been asked to council Itzelian, her wild aunt was too fond of truth. “Rian wanted me to talk to you for her.” She ran a hand through the dark black hair of which she had so much despite her head’s sides being shaved. “When I put together why she wanted it, I thought you could use someone who knows that pain to listen. She isn’t an easy person to have watching over you.” Though she’d a mother of her own growing up the Grey Jeweled Priestess of Shalador played a large role in Erisian’s education and upbringing. What she imagined when considering how much more intense Rian’s pressure would be focused upon her actual daughter made worry wind its way through her gut. She soothed it with a handful of nuts that she’d brought up for their snacking.

Food made talking easier for the Priestess Queen. It was nice to have something to do with her mouth when she wasn’t sure what to say. Still chewing, far less mindful of manners than the rest of the family, she spoke before Itzelian could decide what very polite avenue of discourse to next pursue. “Want to tell me what happened?” The question was followed by a gesture at the small picnic she’d set out.  “Eat something. I brought Yarbarah because too much sugar in my liquor hurts my head. You can have a glass. I’ll see if I can remember anything helpful about getting through to Rian.








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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #4 on: Jun 20, 17, 10:55:07 AM »
Izzy hooked a strand of dark hair behind her ear as Erisian explained how fighting always made her hungry. And though she didn’t share that sentiment, she moodily realized that she seemed to be fighting with her mother a lot more now, and maybe that was why she was really hungry today.
 
Besides just skipping a meal.
 
She hooked that same strand of hair again behind her ear, even though it hadn’t escaped, and watched her aunt warily. Itzelian’s mother was incredibly particular about with whom Izzy interacted and for how long and whether it was supervised or not. The fact that Rian had sent Erisian to talk to Itzel was odd and that made Izzy reluctant to speak. It was probably going to get back to her mother in some way, which might even start another fight. And so, while she tried to figure out what to do (because there was absolutely no way she was going to tell her crazy aunt to leave!), she watched Erisian eat a handful of nuts and talk about yarbarah.
 
Izzy wrinkled her nose. Yarbarah was gross. But she’d accept a glass because that’s what she was taught to do when someone offered her a drink.
 
The stripling Queen protectively postured herself so that her knees were drawn up against her chest and her arms were draped over them. There was wariness in her eyes as they darted around the new things in the room like Erisian and the food and the silence stretched painfully until Itzelian finally said, “She won’t let me do anything fun.”
 
Okay, it was a gross exaggeration but it was how Izzy felt just then. She hardly ever got to do anything she considered fun but she wasn’t going to use her big girl words then. She was going to be sour and defeated because that’s how she always felt after these fights.
 
Realizing that she was indeed now sulking (contemplating!), Izzy sighed, stretched out her posture into something less closed, and reached over for a handful of snacks before saying, “I just wanted to go to the market with some...well, colleagues, I guess, since she won’t let me have friends. We were going to go shopping and...and get these little fruity adult drinks that I heard about.”
 
Defensively, before Erisian could chastise her for just telling her plans (because that’s what she expected), Izzy added, “We had plenty of escorts! I made sure of that! It wasn’t like we were going alone and unguarded. And we weren’t going to get drunk, like she thinks we were! It was just…”
 
Her volume softened. She looked away. “It was just supposed to be a little fun. You know. Like everyone else has.” It seemed so simple, so innocent, so normal! Why wasn’t she allowed to do anything like that? Why did she always have to be prim and proper and boring? She was a Queen, not a fragile clay doll! She could do fun things if she wanted every once in a while, right?

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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #5 on: Jul 12, 17, 12:04:06 AM »
190 AP. 2 Years Before the Eruption of the Eldest Sister at Aztlan.
Five Years since Erisian’s return from the mines.


Erisian tried, and failed, to stifle a smirk at the face Itzelian made as the Yarbarah’s unique scent hit her nose upon it being passed her way. She did not pry when the girl held her silence in stubborn defiance of her aunt’s intrusion. The Priestess Queen wore the quiet comfortably. Born to castes meant to hear confession and see into hearts little unnerved her while waiting for burdens to be lessened in their sharing. She watched her niece’s clever gaze take in her measure and check her possible points of egress which told Eris the witch hadn’t yet noticed the Black Jeweled lock upon her room’s door and windows. Those of Eyrien heritage always held more options when it came to escape.

Your mother’s never been a big fan of fun, Itzel.” Erisian offered through a chuckle. After the Queenling cut the tension between them with sharing of exasperation regarding its true origin the elder witch took comfort in the spilling of confidence that followed. The same blood sang in their veins – Queen’s Blood – Family’s Blood – Shaladorian Blood.  Between them in that room Lady Mad could feel the ties that bound them by flesh and spirit. It was a bit of a task to focus on the words of the vexed witch she usually adored from a distance instead of the pride at being taken in to share in hearing Itzelian’s  growing pain’s between girl and woman. 

It felt better than expected to see the child who reminded her so much of a life she’d almost gotten to live stretch out and relax in her presence. People were often so cautious to show the Black Jeweled Priestess Queen respect, reverence or  fear those outside her close confidence often failed to let the witch know she was loved. Comfort, vulnerability, the ability to talk over a meal? Those things all spelled out love in the ways Erisian heard it best.

Rian’s inability to relinquish a drop of control caused problems on every level of life in Shalador. In the years since her taking the problem was given space to thrive instead of being culled by those in her service. There was a tension that filled those serving the eldest Maboya sister that was becoming impossible for Erisian to ignore. Fear was an underlying current in nearly all meetings conducted or attended by Rian and she seemed to take strength from it without offering the balm of Mother Night’s blessings in exchange for her harsh demands. The time was coming for the Forest to be ruled beneath a Queen, not a Priestess with Jewels dark enough to force the Tribes into submission.

That problem was one for a later night when the drink at hand was stronger than yarbarah and her council wiser than that of a teenage girl no matter how talented and promising. Inclining her head in a manner she hoped conveyed more interested concern than feral focus, a line the Priestess Queen wasn’t particularly good at not crossing, she sipped at the holy wine and chewed at a hunk of cheese. When Itzelian finished her first foray into sharing her worries the elder Queen and Priestess washed down a bite with a sip that was more gulp. Burping into the back of her hand Eris nodded in indication Itzel had indeed been heard.

If Rian never gives you permission, why do you keep seeking it? Mother or not you’re a young Queen who needs experience with her escorts moving through the markets and being seen. People do not like a heart they never see beating, Queenling.

If it sounded like Erisian was suggesting outright disobedience it’s because she was, a fact she went on to make clear. “What keeps you from pursuing what it is you crave by the instincts Mother Night gave you?”

Your feet need the pulse of the land and your ears the songs of her people. Your mother will be angry but her anger can’t end the world. Uncomfortable as it is for all parents of Queens my little witch, by the laws of our people and protocol you are not bound to listen when what she commands isn’t best for your development as a Queen. Defiance and the ability to wield it judiciously are important diplomatic skills. How will you seek them?” Erisian quieted then to give her niece time to process and answer the many bold suggestion she offered and questions placed.











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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #6 on: Aug 03, 17, 10:50:36 AM »
Itzelian cowered just a little, hugging herself and flattening her wings, at Erisian’s question because it was a difficult one. How was she supposed to answer that? “I mean, there’s that saying, ‘It’s better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission’,” she admitted lamely to Erisian. The reason she had never taken that phrase to heart was three-fold.

One, she was afraid of doing something really irrevocably stupid. Like, breaking a wing while flying or getting caught in a dangerous situation with no way out. Really stupid. It wasn’t that Izzy was a reckless person -- she was the opposite! But just the thought of possibly getting into those sorts of situations was enough to keep her on the safe side of the fence, perpetually watching the wide blue skies and wishing she could explore the world.

Two, she was afraid of failing. Izzy feared failing her mother most of all or being some giant disappointment, but she also feared failing herself. Like, finally deciding to do something great and then mucking it up. How embarrassing that would be! Itzelian had yet to develop the mental and emotional fortitude to realize that she could bounce back from a lot of crushing situations. She was still a teenager in a lot of ways and teenagers tended to be really afraid of failure and rejection because they hadn’t experienced enough of it yet to realize that it wasn’t the end of the world.

Three, she was afraid of her mother’s wrath. Rian’s anger was not an explosive sort. It was a wave of disappointment, a silent condemnation, combined with crushing restrictions and the sort of condescending attitude that came with a parent who thought their child couldn’t do anything on their own. This was crippling Itzelian the most. This was the thing that decided most things for her, whether she would break the rules or not. Some days, Izzy felt suffocated by this. Other days, she hated herself for being so scared of it.

“I mean, she IS just a Priestess,” Izzy muttered. “But she’s my MOTHER. I’m supposed to listen to her. I mean, that’s what everyone says to me. It doesn’t matter that I’m a QUEEN. I’m still a child to everyone.” Sourly, she added, “I’ll always be a child to her.” Rian would never let her grow up, of that Izzy was certain.

“But I don’t know how to get around her,” Izzy said, now looking at Erisian for the first time since she had spoken. Her voice began rising in exasperation. “She has all of the power over me! I mean, should I just sneak out of the house and tell her to leave me alone? I can’t get any of the males to come escort me without her permission! She just won’t let them! I know I need to feel the land and meet the people but she won't let me! She controls everything!”

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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #7 on: Aug 08, 17, 02:31:56 AM »
190 AP. 2 Years Before the Eruption of the Eldest Sister at Aztlan.
Five Years since Erisian’s return from the mines.


Frustration best kept quiet stirred within Erisian as she watched Itzelian crumple in response to a question. What the Fuck was Rian doing encouraging a young Queen to shun her vibrant, social nature so thoroughly she experienced something akin to shame when asked about her path’s choices? With care the Lady Mad studied what the witchling’s body, words, and psychic scent conveyed for clues as to how an innocent excursion lead to such a row between mother and daughter.

The picture provided was clear though no less worrying for its quality. What could cause a girl raised in Shalador’s bounty at the heart of its most sacred city to know so many flavours of fear? When she spoke it was almost more to the floor than the aunt who’d brought snacks and wine she’d thought would be superior to the sweet drinks that’d been the source of such strife. I’m still a child to everyone, said Izzy and it was only because she was chewing on a hunk of bread that Eris managed to keep an expression of surprised disagreement from betraying her thoughts on the matter.

Taking another bite of what snacks she’d taken on a plate as her own Eris wondered how many of those men would be Izzy’s bonded. An uncomfortable suspicion settled with the mine scarred witch that her niece would not be served by her soul’s promised but by her mother’s carefully selected. How else would a Queen not allowed so much as an innocent outing without upset be served? She wasn’t going to find her men or her sister’s of coven in the pretty cages her mother constructed.

Itzelian’s gaze finally rose to take in the form cut by the aunt of whom she knew more myth and rumor than truth. The flesh of Lady Mad was less glamorous, sinister and somber than stories suggested. She alternated between enthusiastic bites off a sizeable hunk of cheese and what was more than a quarter loaf of spiced bread. She swallowed and put the meal her metabolism considered a snack down as Izzy’s voice rose in frustration. Though decades away and a short lived lifetime spent in the time since Eris remembered well the string of being young and angry and having her hurt considered funny by teachers and loved ones. Because of this she did not smile despite finding sweet the purity with which Itzelian conveyed her roubles.

Never a particularly skilled liar Erisian relied on a neutral face of intent focus practiced extensively in her youth at confessions she heard as part of her training. She leaned forward slightly before beginning her answer and, unable to help herself, the Priestess Queen enjoyed an olive and then another before getting on to the business of counsel. Fresh off a swallow she spoke, “First of all, in case you’ve been feeling like your mother’s overprotective but no one gets it? Believe me, I do.” There Eris grinned and hoped the look conveyed rueful empathy at the expense of Rian’s controlling demeanor before adding a more serious note, “but it’s because the war and the purge that followed make her scared to leave anything to chance.

Erisian, parched from the salt of her savoury spread’s contents, paused for a sip of the wine Itzelian found too strange. “Itzelian Maboya, ruling is going to be filled with people who try to tell you what to do and stop you from getting what you want. Don’t you think it’s best to practice first on those who love you?  What’s your mother going to do, punish you? Please;” at that the Priestess Queen nearing seventy who looked barely years her niece’s senior scoffed then smiled.

Rian always starts with something ridiculously harsh so that when she begins to taper back those restraints of punishment she seems gracious and yet you’ve still languished enough that you’re unwilling to cross her again.  Everything has a price, Izzy. Sometimes to win you have to be willing to lose because things change when it’s clear the old ways aren’t working anymore.

Sure your mom wears the Gray but what do you think she’s going to do? Lock you in a tower with the power of her Jewels for decades unless you behave? Even if she did, and she wouldn't, me and a lot of other people wouldn’t let her. I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but I am gonna point out that the whole time you were sulking in here you could’ve already been on your way to the markets.
”  Erisian dropped what shields she’d placed upon the windows of the young Queen’s quarters. She left the door locked by the Black. If Itzelian took her advice and flew off for adventure she’d happily leave her probing into the extent of Rian’s suffocating grip to a later time. However, if the blossoming witch didn’t take her chance for fun, the Priestess Queen wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to get to know her only niece, and just exactly how her sister was raising her, better.






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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #8 on: Aug 25, 17, 11:00:38 AM »
Izzy’s heart soared with validation as Erisian said, “First of all, in case you’ve been feeling like your mother’s overprotective but no one gets it? Believe me, I do.” Finally! An adult saw what she was talking about! Finally! An adult understood! Finally! An adult AGREED with her!

And then Erisian said, “but it’s because the war and the purge that followed make her scared to leave anything to chance.” And Izzy’s heart plummeted.

“But the Purge was DECADES ago!” Iztelian pointed out plaintively. Were they going to live in fear for the rest of their lives? What was the point of living then?! Izzy didn’t want to spend her life locked away in a tower of fear! She wanted to be free!

Erisian went on to say pointedly, “Itzelian Maboya, ruling is going to be filled with people who try to tell you what to do and stop you from getting what you want. Don’t you think it’s best to practice first on those who love you?  What’s your mother going to do, punish you? Please;”  She scoffed then smiled. Itzelian gave her a quizzical look, trying to figure out where she was going with this. She didn’t need to be reminded that people were always going to try to tell her what to do as a Queen. She knew that! She was a Queen, she knew people would try to tell her how she should rule, but she was a Queen and had the final say, right?

Sometimes it didn’t feel like that at all but that’s what she had been told. So far, theory and application were vastly different. Izzy felt like huffing in frustration.

“Rian always starts with something ridiculously harsh so that when she begins to taper back those restraints of punishment she seems gracious and yet you’ve still languished enough that you’re unwilling to cross her again.  Everything has a price, Izzy. Sometimes to win you have to be willing to lose because things change when it’s clear the old ways aren’t working anymore.”

Izzy tilted her head to the side. “I mean...I know this but…” she started to say, but Erisian overrode her words.

“Sure your mom wears the Gray but what do you think she’s going to do? Lock you in a tower with the power of her Jewels for decades unless you behave? Even if she did, and she wouldn't, me and a lot of other people wouldn’t let her. I’m not gonna tell you what to do, but I am gonna point out that the whole time you were sulking in here you could’ve already been on your way to the markets.”

There was a look on Erisian’s face. This odd look. Like she was trying to tell Itzelian something without TELLING Itzelian something. Confused, Izzy looked towards the door, then the windows, then back at Erisian. She tested the boundaries of the room and felt resistance at the door. There was still a Shield there and no way that Izzy was going to break THAT one.

But the windows felt...open?

“Are you...saying…” Itzelian started say, her mind churning rapidly to process the implications of what her aunt was saying and not saying. Was this a trick? Was Erisian nudging her towards making a mistake that would definitely get her in trouble? Cautious but optimistic, Itzelian went to the window to open it. The breeze rushed in, rustling her wings. The possibility of flying out of that window buoyed Izzy immediately.

She looked back at Erisian, still sitting there with that LOOK that seemed now to confirm Izzy’s hopes. “Are you saying that...I should just...go?” she asked her aunt, less worried about trickery now, and more concerned with getting confirmation before making the wrong decision. Her wings unfurled slightly, eager to hear a response that would allow her to launch herself out of that window and into freedom. The expression on her face became hopeful. Please let it not be trickery!

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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #9 on: Sep 11, 17, 01:54:59 PM »
190 AP. 2 Years Before the Eruption of the Eldest Sister at Aztlan.
Five Years since Erisian’s return from the mines.


Erisian raised a single eyebrow, It paired well with the knowing smirk that pulled at her lips. Itzelian spoke of decades in a voice rich with impatience. Her niece was youthful enough that the reality of her longevity hadn’t yet shown the truth of just how short ten years could be. That would change. when the borders of their bodies and faces change drastically in a span too negligible for Izzy’s form to show the slightest shifts. 

The young Queen spoke of less than two centuries like they were long enough to heal from a loss so profound. Before The Purge, Savian Ranosi reigned terror over two Realms while making sure Hell’s halls were not lacking for casualties of war. It would be centuries still before those of long life felt suitably distant from The Great War to find peace from the wounds of their collective trauma. Despite the youthful, and whiny, interjection Lady Mad continued on her lesson undeterred and not swayed by Itzelian’s complaint.

Lecture complete Eris felt a swell of pride as she watched understanding dawn on her niece’s innocent face. It warmed her expression and turned her smirk into a softer smile that hinted at her pleasure at Izzy’s deduction.

I would never say that,” Izzy’s aunt began in a voice laced with mischief’s promise. Outside the young woman’s window the din of their Forest sung out to the hearts of the witches with whom the land shared her secrets. “I’m just telling you what I know about your mother and this room as it sits in the here and now.”  What the Black Jeweled Priestess Queen did do was nod in support as Itzelian’s wings trembled with anticipation of freedom. She took a sip of wine and a bite of cheese and went on talking while she chewed.

What I am saying is that I’m going to finish up this second lunch and you’re going to help because I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten since breakfast and then I’m off for some matters of court and I’m going to leave the door locked. I’ll come back to check on you when they’re finished, which I’m told should be an hour before dinner.” What she said between her words in spaces unspoken that for the next few hours, Itzelian was free to do as she liked and no one would be able to get into her room to check for certain she was there. The witchling would have to figure out how to make her flight out without being sensed and having her forbidden adventure discovered. Erisian was happy to point her in the direction of disobedience but it would be Izzy’s task to make sure she did it in a manner clever enough to escape consequence.
 
Piling up a plate with food the no longer quite so Mad Lady used a breath of Craft to float an assortment of snacks that made up a substantial meal towards Izzy. "Eat up."

There was no way any niece of hers was going to drink in public on anything resembling an empty stomach especially if young boys were going to be there. Eris was lenient compared to Rian and more understanding that the young Queen couldn’t be kept from the world forever. That didn’t mean she was any less frightened for the dangers existing as a girl of Dark Birthright and the ruling caste promised Itzelian’s future. The woman some worried might be Witch come to finish the Purge’s job simply knew that the best way to prepare her niece for the future’s danger was to allow her to learn herself how and when to take calculated risks and how to cover her back when she did so.

Often taciturn, Eris lapsed into silence as her focus turned to the picnic like spread before her. Official court business meant it’d be some time before she had a chance to eat again and the toll of her jewels assured that no matter how full she was when the meetings started that by their end she’d be ravenous again.






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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #10 on: Oct 05, 17, 11:35:46 AM »
“I would never say that…” Erisian said. But she was! She was! She was saying that Itzelian should go! Izzy felt triumphant and validated. Finally! Finally, an adult was confirming her decision instead of telling her all of the reasons why she shouldn’t do it!  Izzy’s wings vibrated with excitement.

“What I am saying is that I’m going to finish up this second lunch and you’re going to help because I’m pretty sure you haven’t eaten since breakfast and then I’m off for some matters of court and I’m going to leave the door locked. I’ll come back to check on you when they’re finished, which I’m told should be an hour before dinner.” Erisian’s smile was mischievous and Izzy smiled back with elation. Before her aunt could tell her to “Eat up,” and pass her the plate, Izzy was already moving towards the laden plate. She sat down close to her aunt and, for the first time in forever, felt a sort of...camaraderie with her crazy family member. Maybe she wasn’t really as mad as her mother always made her out to be!

“You know, maybe...maybe we can have conversations like this again,” Izzy suggested after a moment of pleasant silence. “I mean, there’s no reason why we can’t talk, right?” Actually, there were plenty of reasons, according to Rian, but none that Itzelian really understood or agreed with. “I mean, you’re a Queen. I’m a Queen. I could learn things from you that Mom can’t teach me,” Itzelian puzzled out. That made sense. Rian could tell her all about the theory of the Queen’s Gift, which enriched the land and provided food, but she couldn’t tell Itzelian much about the application of it because she had never done it. So, therefore, it made sense that Queenly things like that should be things that Izzy learned from Eris.

Her thoughts were plain on her face and she smiled radiantly, thinking she had finally come to a conclusion that all of the adults around her would see the logic in. Even though, in the back of her mind, she knew that her mother would come up with some reason to tell her no.

But that brought her back to Erisian’s words about how she was a Queen and would have to make her own decisions when ruling. Which made sense now! She would tell her mother that she wanted to learn some things -- not all things of course! -- from Erisian and if Rian said she couldn’t, then Izzy would just tell her that she was the Queen and that’s what was happening!

Izzy chewed up the snacks with a feeling of vindication and maturity suffusing her. She could do this!

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Re: The View Always Changes As You Grow Up
« Reply #11 on: Nov 10, 17, 12:52:10 PM »
190 AP. 2 Years Before the Eruption of the Eldest Sister at Aztlan.
Five Years since Erisian’s return from the mines.


Being around Izelian was so warm. Erisian basked in the glow of her niece treating her, for once, as an elder Queen and not a half-tamed beast. The witchling was kind enough to try and hide her fear of The Mady Lady . However, the witchling was young enough to still be a bad liar. Necessity of politics would train that out of her one day. In the meantime, Eris quite enjoyed being able to read the girl's heart in her gaze. She felt a swell of unbound, innocent joy when Izzy asked if they could continue speaking together as two of Shalador's Hearts.

"Of course," she said through a mouthful of food. Often, even years out of the mines, the Black Jeweled witch's manners where meals were concerned was lacking. "Your mother won't ever admit it but there's plenty I know she'll never grasp because it's not her soul's purpose to know such secrets." Eris swallowed and took a sip of yarbarah. The holy wine was her favorite liquor.  "I think she believes, even if she won't admit it to herself, that the wrong sister was born a Queen. Being so controlling is probably in part her just trying to correct that perceived slight of fate. She's also scared. Look at what happened to me and what goes on in Dena Nehele - your life is forever at risk because of the wealth and power your caste and Jewel promise. Seems to me part of her's trying to right both issues by having you do exactly as she would."

Lady Mad's took in Izelian's bliss at the realization that she could disobey and it be her mother who was wrong. She was blessed to be a part of the epiphany. "Word of warning then I really have to go. If you're not ready to really stand your ground when she comes at you furious? Because she will be, you shouldn't start down this path. Something's bound to happen that will push you down all on its own if you don't decide to explore its start today. Think about it a little after I leave. Rian doesn't let go gracefully. It's going to be hard when the time comes to decide what you want life to be like. You're going to have to start figuring out your way sooner rather than later with your Offering not far. Just know that these years she'll call disrespectful and rebellious, and sometimes you will be because all teenagers are sometimes, they'll hurt you both. It's not easy to become."

Erisian wanted to reach out, wanted to hold Izzy's hand and pull her in for an embrace but somehow she was frightened. She wanted to keep the girl close and not let go to keep her safe the pains that come to take a child's innocence. Even in a sunny bedroom free of any danger the feeling of dread nearly stopped her heart.  Awful things always happened. Not even wearing the Black could stop them.

Life was a terrible thing to do to a soul. She wished the  moment would last forever. Instead she stood up and stretched. Scarred wings flexed and the Priestess Queen moved towards the door. Hand on its knob she paused to look back at Izzy. "I'm just saying don't be in a rush to grow up, okay? Everyone says it, but take it from me. Because I had the luxury of that choice stolen away.

This world is going to do it's best to try and make you hard. In some ways it has to succeed for you to grow. Hold on to this version of you as long as it suits your world's shape, Itzelian Maboya. We can never go back to who we were and too many of us don't appreciate ourselves in the moment. Today I think you should go. I think you're ready to pull away from your mom a bit. Just don't wander too far. Freedom - like all things - has its price. I'll leave you to make your choice."


With a nod that was more to tell herself that she'd spoken her mind well than it was for Izzy, Erisian turned her head and left the teen's chambers. Behind her, as promised, the door remained locked by the aunt's Black Jewel. The window? That was left wide open.






 

 

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