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Author Topic: a boy named sue  (Read 213 times)

Description: (aelarian) (johannes sends his regards and this prince)

Offline Killian Ibsen

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a boy named sue
« on: Apr 04, 19, 01:41:10 AM »
(this thread is set following drapa, for twelve ounces of silver in early winter 193AP.)

The room that Killian was pacing was one that had been cleaned and prepped. It had taken calling in a favor with Linnea, who was often busy with the clinics that she was trying to manage within Scythia, to ensure that the space was prepared adequately enough to both the Healer's and Prince's high standards.

"Do I want to know?" she had asked him, a pale eyebrow raised in question.

"The Exchange came calling and I couldn't say no," replied Killian with a sigh, checking the crate that he had brought with him and the contents therein.

"You know that-" she started and the Prince immediately cut her off.

"That Mels would eat the Exchange alive for trying to force my hand, yes," said Killian, looking towards Linnea finally, "but this ... The payment that is included is something that I'm interested in. You would be too." That had been enough to get Linnea to go quiet, though she quickly gathered herself and started asking him questions. None of which he actually answered. Getting her to leave had not been easy. After all: that was for the best given that soon enough there would be an Eyrien, albeit not full-blooded, present. Just because he could be neutral did not mean that others could be. Not when they were someone like Linnea who had been kept as a pet Healer for so many years.

The Green-Jeweled Prince had not expected that Johannes Gudbrandson would come calling. By the time Killian had made his connections within the Exchange--before the Reclamation had started--Johannes had already existed as a known troublemaker. That the same Prince was also a runner for the Exchange was not a surprise but just how far he had moved up within it ... Well, Killian had suspicions but that was it. After all: there were few that could come to him and ask of him what had been asked.

To handle the tonics and otherwise that were necessary for a pregnant half-Eyrien.

Killian had been tempted to say no, almost immediately, but Johannes had laid down two pages. The edges were gilded but as he reached for them, read what was written upon them, his heart leaped up into his throat. Someone had more pages of the lost Healing craft of Rih. That alone was more than enough to secure his assistance, though the fact that the cost of materials had also been covered was a boon (which was why he had a crate; the tonics and otherwise that were necessary made). Killian could not turn his back upon what would be another piece of the puzzle in the lost methods of the Healers that had come before.

The pages that had been given--your payment, Johannes had said--rested now with the others that he still had left from his childhood. Within them were the healing tonics and more that had spurred his need to learn and know everything about not just the lost Rih culture but especially about the Healers that had come before them. It led to the Prince pursuing his own training, to become a Healer himself, but it was a long process broken up by the fact that it was not often he was able to act in such a capacity.

That would change, he hoped, with today.

Letting out a breath, he studied the area and found that he was satisfied with the impromptu clinic space. It was just a matter of waiting for the Priestess--as that was her caste, he had been told--to arrive at the tucked out of the way building within the city. While the outside was non-descript, the inside was well-warded and protected to ensure that those within would be safe and more. Which meant that the Prince called to hand the pages that had been handed over to him by Johannes, reading them over carefully. Someday, he hoped, that what was on the pages would not just be known to him.

That once again it would be known to all the Healers that were of Rih. The thought was a pleasant enough one to keep him occupied, nudging up his glasses and picking up where he had left off reading.

Offline Aelarian Weber

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Re: a boy named sue
« Reply #1 on: Aug 03, 19, 03:44:17 AM »
Dun robes at first glance with a hood that hid both face and tell-tale wings seemed almost suspiciously plain. Further attention might offer clues that the robes were exquisitely stitched with an enriched zibeline fabric enhanced by considerable Craft covered the Lady Weber from the heels of her study leather brown boots to the top of her head. She had made her way to the out of the way building and then stood outside, uncertain.

If it were anatomically possible for ones' heart to end up practically in her throat, then the Priestess was sure hers would have been. Alas, it was truly only nervousness and her ever-present uncertainty of an inability to fit in anywhere that caused her to stare at the door as though it might bite her. That aspect that might have caused the Priestess to shine if not for the wings was one her late husband had despised. She rubbed her hands together over each other and forced herself to find some calm within the moment, some positivity. Someone had been willing to help rather than harm, that alone, Aelarian decided, had to be worth some warmth of thought, didn't it?

The inability to use Craft, while a restriction she'd kept ferociously to for the sake of her unborn child was one that had her afraid for a variety of reasons. However, even considering the randomness of someone's temper or hatred she was still a thousand times safer with her once-husband among the dead. It was a fact that Aelarian still did not know what to do with. She was unaccustomed to the freedom it allowed her, and thus, instead had cleaved as close to her books as time allowed. The place was heavily and nicely warded, she could tell that much, and was very clearly kept clean. Her interest and appreciation rose first in Prince Gudbrandson's offering. Even though she knew he likely would have no use for her ponderous tomes. The sudden thought made her lips twitch with a ghost of true amusement as she made her way inside quietly (presumably allowed) so as not to draw too much attention to herself.

Only once inside would she have pushed back the heavy hood and cloak designed to hide her wings and in general, appearance. As there were some that might have known who she was on site, Aelarian didn't desire to take chances with too many questions. Dark hair spilled free from the cloak that had entirely too much curl for her to be fully Eyrien, lending truth to what had been offered as a description. Normally, she might have hidden her flawed left eye, but given just who was helping her, Aelarian felt considering less shame for the brilliant blue-green hint among the brown and gold of the rest. It was her way of being bold, these days, looking directly at the person she was speaking to, and damned be their thoughts upon her ancestry. Her left eye was the one that Prince Torar liked to ... no, no. I won't think of that now, the Priestess decided with perfect certainty, forcing down darkly winged thoughts and deeds.

"Hello? I was sent here by ..." she huffed a thoughtful breath while pausing, unsure of how much to say before continuing with enough information to make apparent to some degree who she was. "... a discreet friend for a healthcare provider," Aelarian decided to go with. Shielded places didn't entirely mean that the wrong people couldn't ever hear, and she'd wait until some assurance was offered before saying entirely too much. With the amulet empowered by a Sapphire, it wasn't immediately apparent at all that she was with child, so she removed the necklace and tucked it into one of the many pockets of her cloak. While not explicitly showing yet especially with the layers of clothing, the scent which made her own further heavy and rich would have given her away in moments for one that knew what to look for.

Offline Killian Ibsen

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Re: a boy named sue
« Reply #2 on: Aug 06, 19, 12:31:26 AM »
"Discreet," said Killian with a snort, "is one way to describe him." The Green-Jeweled Prince had sensed her the moment she entered, the wards reverberating back and letting him know that his would-be patient had arrived. By the time he had caught sight of her, the amulet she had worn that had hidden her pregnancy was no longer influencing her scent.

It was rather audacious, he thought, that she was hiding it in the first place. Was it, though? If she wanted to keep working and not be hounded all the time. Half-Eyrien, Half-Rihlander ... She wouldn't even be the first that he would have helped before though Killian could certainly still count the number upon one hand.

"You can speak freely," said Killian, "as this place is protected in every way that you can imagine." He tapped a finger against the skin right under his ear to give an example of just what he meant. With his other hand, he set down the gilded pages, though among them were two that were clearly well-preserved albeit having been scorched at one point.

"If you've got anything else that's hiding or otherwise shielding the pregnancy from being detected, could you set it aside?" Killian paused before he elaborated. "I do mean not on your person. While I don't think it will impede me, I'd rather not take the chance." He was particularly patient about it as well if only because Killian absolutely was prepared for her to have it in sight just in case he wasn't trusted for whatever reason.

She had been sent to him by Johannes after all and that did not always inspire trust.

"Our discreet friend," he spoke as he watched her with the critical eye of a Prince, "only gave me a description and not a name. I suspect that's because he didn't want to risk my recognizing you." His mouth twitched upward. "Though I suspect he didn't give you mine either for the same reason." Whether or not he held issue with her, Killian showed none of it at all.

"Prince Killian Ibsen," he greeted, falling into a traditional Rihlander greeting over the one that had become more common during the Eyrien Occupation. It was not a slight. It was more to do with the fact that those of mixed-blood were not necessarily fond of their Eyrien heritage. "Ah, and, please, if you do feel the need to use my first name, it's Kil. My parents had no idea how Eyrien naming conventions worked."

As it was best to get this sort of thing started with introductions when he was going to be helping her to his best capability with the pregnancy.

Offline Aelarian Weber

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Re: a boy named sue
« Reply #3 on: Aug 07, 19, 09:39:15 AM »
Aelarian was uncertain as to what she expected when the healthcare provider as spoken of arrived, but it hadn't been the man before her. While her ability to notice Craft and other things had dulled somewhat without Jewels or even the use of Basic Craft left to her, there was the matter of well-honed instincts which the Lady Weber still possessed. So the scent of Prince followed the man into the room accompanied by the presence of a person reasonably obsessed with cleanliness. The Priestess' lips twitched in delight, amusement, and absolute fascination against her will, practically.

The pale skin and eyes were an attractive pairing, where the Prince's voice was very precise if she had an appropriate word to describe it. When he said that she could speak freely, something almost too subtle in her stance relaxed, some defensiveness expecting ... a less than kind treatment. She could never, ever tell which Rihlanders and which Eyriens would hate, or display disdain at the minimum on first sight. By contrast, this man at least seemed professional, keeping whatever opinion he might or might have tucked privately away. Her studious gaze shifted toward the gilded pages, and Aelarian couldn't help a smile.

When asked to remove any other item obscuring the pregnancy, she started twisting her old wedding ring, tension rising in the vicinity of her chest from anxiety that never really went away. "It seemed a good idea at the time to ... to have it imbued with Craft because I never take it off." Her shoulders slumped in frustration. "My late husband was executed for crimes against the Prohibitions. He challenged the laws openly and on purpose, thinking like an absolute fool that he would be exempt. I don't even know why I still wear it. While some marriages that are arranged end very well, mine was ..." Aelarian shrugged again, the movement presented as a statement all by itself.

He'd stopped beating me by then, focused on other things, so it wasn't a surprise that I conceived a child, the Priestess thought sharply but didn't quite have the bravery to say out loud. She took a few steps forward. "No, he didn't give me your name ..." she murmured, tilting her head to the left after having heard the curiously interesting name the Prince possessed. "Do you know I couldn't exactly tell you why Eyrien naming conventions are as they exist? No one really can. They simply follow a tradition that severely limits our expression of creativity. I am Lady Aelarian Weber. The surname is my late father's name rather than that of my mother. They agreed when any children were born that we would take Papa's Rihlander name ..."

She smiled a little with her eyes, hesitantly, just shy of seeming the introvert. "I am the Archivist for the Great Library at Ebon Varos, as my mother was before me. I understand I probably shouldn't hide the ... unborn child, but I want to keep working, not be waited on hand and foot and followed around by idiots that do not agree that I am more than capable of sorting texts while having a baby. If I were you, I would embrace the name as something different. A rebellion, as it were." She had returned his traditional Rihlander greeting perhaps with a little unexpected enthusiasm, even though Aelarian didn't want to seem overly credulous while speaking to Prince Ibsen, she had to acknowledge that he had an easy, scholarly way about himself that she was drawn to. The vast majority of men she was accustomed to weren't terribly bookish, thus the difference seemed almost like a startling and brisk spring breeze prior to the complete cessation of winter's kiss.

She wondered if he'd have an interest in her project, but didn't dare ask even as a hundred questions simmered in her gaze.

Offline Killian Ibsen

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Re: a boy named sue
« Reply #4 on: Aug 09, 19, 05:04:23 AM »
"And a good idea it is," said Killian, expression softening just slightly. It was not as if he did not understand, though through his Princely talents he saw a story written upon her body that did not require a Healer's skill in diagnosis. No, that would only confirm what he already saw. There was weakness in her body; the kind that had nothing to do with the child within her and everything to do with the man she had once called husband.

"No one is above the Prohibitions," he said after a quiet pause, "not anymore." It was merely a statement of fact but Killian respected the Priestess in that moment. It was the lift of her shoulders in a shrug, the glint in her eyes--oh he could see the differences, especially in comparison to his own pale gray eyes--and the way that she continued to stand strong.

It made her pregnancy--and the hiding of it--make that much more sense.

A small breath escaped Killian, a half-chuckle of amusement. "No, no one can," he said, speaking of the Eyrien naming conventions, "not even those who are of part of the Universities in Dhemlan. There's conjecture, of course, and theories as to why." A nostalgic smile flickered briefly on his face. "My sponsor, Prince Vahn, actually hoped that I had some insight due to Rih being my homeland. Unfortunately for him, I had nothing more than my own conjecture." He shook his head, dark red curls falling into his eyes. They were blow out a moment later, Killian sliding his glasses off to clean them with a cloth.

"Rihlander last names, however ... That I could explain quite easily." Killian tilted his head and studied her for a moment. Not that it really amounted to much as she was nothing more than a blur to him until he put his glasses back on. "Though I suppose neither one of us quite follow that either, even if passing on the name of an honored ancestor still does." He meant more of the use of -sen or -dottir. Killian's own parents were gormless, as far as he was concerned, not only failing to use the appropriate Eyrien name but also failing to give him the proper last name.

It was to his benefit anyway. He did not truly want to be known as the child of either of his parents.

As soon as Aelarian revealed her name, however ... "I know of you," said Killian, wondering briefly before he simply spoke. "In another part of my life," the one that was not here and now, helping someone illicitly, "I am Steward of Belaya." His Steward ring was not on, tucked away for the time being, but there was no point in hiding it and ...

Well.

He saw the gleam in her eyes. Killian knew that look because he had seen it so often on his own when he had been growing up before he had left his homeland to truly become the scholar he wished to be. So he traded her a truth for a truth, extended a measure of trust to her.

Killian snorted then shook his head. "Considering the lengths I went to so that I might learn all that I wished, to devour all the knowledge I wanted, I will not speak against hiding the pregnancy." He had left the territory, after all, and that meant he had to be smuggled out and then eventually smuggled back in. An eyebrow rose at her word choice: rebellion.

"Perhaps but I much prefer the sobriquets that I have been given by my cohort than that which I was given by parents who would rather destroy knowledge than being educated by it." Still. Rebellion. The word was an interesting choice and lingered.

"Please," a gesture was made towards a comfortable seat prepared just for her, "sit down. You may ask whatever you wish and I will answer within reason." Killian paused. "I know that look in your eyes." To explain just how he knew she was bursting with questions. "A scholar knows their kind when they see one another."