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Author Topic: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver  (Read 415 times)

Description: Tag: Johannes//192 Winter, Before Winsol (and the Moot)

Offline Aelarian Weber

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Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« on: Jan 02, 18, 04:54:38 AM »
While Aelarian typically kept herself within the confines of the library, her present state, and said secret had placed the Archivist in an unpleasant position. While typically being one that possessed no friends and only tending her career within the Great Library at Ebon Varos, the Priestess was generally content. She had not seen the Master of the Guard again, but imagined he, like others that had been invited to do so, and depending on how one saw that invitation for the upcoming Moot would be likely to attend as much the man that she was quietly, subtly seeking, a known associate of the Exchange, Johannes Gudbrandson.

Even though she would have preferred the leader, after the last one, no one at all seemed to know who this was, only that Johannes had some pull and connections. More than that, Aelarian had no intentions on forcing her ideas on the way something was done, especially given that her own Rihlander heritage was at some remove; her father had been half blooded, despised among the Eyrien community, but loved among the Rihlanders that did accept mixed blooded people because of his refusal to ignore that part of his heritage, which was something a great deal more dangerous before the Purge. While there were not many that had been alive to know Prince Guntar Weber, his name was not one that had been forgotten, despite there having been almost two centuries since his death.

Calmly and respectfully, Aelarian accepted these facts while making clear that she'd offer her proof of ability to purchase only to someone that would ensure it ended up in Johannes hands; to give trust was to receive it. The Priestess of the Library was willing to trust her father's people so long as they didn't betray her. As a task, this took a little time moving from person to person by word of mouth only, but eventually after some weeks another contact had come asking for her merchandise as well as gold marks that she'd sworn she'd give, and very willingly, to the messenger's surprise, Aelarian parted with both while having no idea whether her wishes would even be listened to.

Some weeks later after the Territory Court Moot was announced (Aelarian knew better than to refer to this project of Prince Elbremov's as a real Moot in the hearing of anyone mostly Rihlander), she received further contact, and directions to make her way to a tavern at a safe distance from Ebon Varos, but still within the same province. While she had no idea how Prince Johannes might receive her presence, this was a fact of life that the Lady Weber was well accustomed to: winged, warmly brown skinned Eyrien clearly being a partial blood due the mostly brown hue of her gaze. Deemed of no interest to most Eyriens, and a reasonable distrust of her by Rihlanders that didn't know her history. Some gold lay in her gaze, as she was too much Eyrien to have none of it, but not enough. That she did not fly made most beyond Prince Kalvar's court seek to have very little to do with her. These facts made it very easy to have greater sympathies with the Reclaimers even if she did not agree with their methods or desires precisely, though she'd never be likely to say it out loud.

After all, her late husband had been responsible for defrauding a considerable number of people, and the estimate of the number of times he'd broken the prohibitions numbered from twenty six to seventy five, depending how just much the listener had hated Prince Torar Elzarav. Fascinatingly, he'd managed even to get most full blooded Eyriens to also want him as dead as the average Rihlander that had ended up in his path, or, had lost money due to his games. On days like today, Aelarian couldn't decide if she wanted to be free of him, or if she really just wanted a compress for her back and feet and someone, anyone to help her with it. Even, if she had to pay them.

Two weeks ago, her last Healer had been discovered to have been committing fraud. She'd sought the woman out due to the still tongue in her head. Seemed it hadn't been still enough, and nor had the woman's greed. She'd now been dead for a week, for being caught with drugs. Luckily, Aelarian had never dealt with the woman for any paperwork, so she hadn't been called in to testify in either direction on the case. Which, was probably a good thing, given that it was already enough that her former spouse was as infamous as one could possibly wish. It was why she'd taken herself to one of the nicer taverns frequented by almost entirely Rihlanders, and in her brown dress and cloak, with her wings entirely hidden from the view of anyone interested, Aelarian for the moment, did not much stand out in such a loud place. She had sent for Johannes to help her, asking for a considerable undertaking: a years supply of herbs and tonics.

So that the man would not believe her playing him false, she hoped that her willingness to follow whatever was asked of her might have ensured the only way, the best way to show this particular kind of man that her coin was good, and that she wasn't playing him for a false deal. As while the father of her child had been an absolute ass and she still had the scars to prove it, Aelarian wanted to believe the good bloodlines would hold out, and that her baby would be born innocent. But more than that, she truly did not want to lose her appointment at the Great Library. It meant the world to her. Yet, she did not imagine that Prince Elbremov would, like any Blood Male regardless of Caste, be able to tolerate her working.

Aelarian needed to work. It kept her thoughts from wandering to despair.

Now she could only hope that the beautiful, gilded page of two Rihlander Healer's Tonics written in the traditional way would be enough to gain the attention of this particular Prince. She did not expect him to care about her predicament. But if he could care about her coin, that was more than enough. Aelarian stirred her tea cup very slowly, waiting and watching for her guest. She pushed forward the flower pot on the table holding a perfect Rihlander Lily, that Prince Gudbrandson might know it was her as agreed.

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #1 on: Jan 05, 18, 01:53:26 AM »
Johannes had not been speaking lightly when he had said that he had connections everywhere, even within Ebon Varos. It was one of the things he had enjoyed having even before he had become Leader of the Exchange and had only been enhanced by his hostile takeover. It was through carefully crafted meetings and deals that he had made many of his temporary alliances. It was through satisfying what was required in whatever manner that he could do so that he kept them as well.

... and it was not a surprise when the time came if he burned it all to the ground to protect himself and what he cared most about. Yet what he cared most about varied from day to day and usually revolved around keeping his heart beating. The only thing that was constantly safe was Kibeth, his niece and Queen. Not that that was advertised. That was even lesser known than his position as Exchange Leader and he would keep it that way.

When the chance of potential Rihlander knowledge had come into his possession, put there by the Archivist of Ebon Varos through proxies, Johannes had been a little surprised. The only reason to seek him out, to hear his name, was that someone who was on his payroll had given his name. If for a moment he had thought something dirty about this, the contact Aelarian had learned of him from would have been killed, but then there was the amount of coin that could be involved.

She needs someone discreet, they had said, and someone with the best connections. That's you, innit?

Flattery did not get one everywhere with Johannes but Rihlander cultural trinkets and secrets did, just as the hefty sum of coin that would be involved did as well. It also spared the Exchange agent from meeting a foul end and someone's memory being scrubbed of his existence. It was quite interesting that an Eyrien half-breed would want something like this, it was quite the order, but if she was willing to pay up ...

Well, Johannes never turned down a deal that looked like he would come out more than just on top.

The Prince had spent a fair amount of time making sure that everything was on the up and up (as much as it could be by proxy of him being involved) and it was only after he satisfied his paranoia a sixth time that he decided to agree to meeting. A tavern, somewhere more neutral (and Exchange run but that was beside the point), and not within Ebon Varos. Johannes had connections there but he was not foolish enough to go there. He had actually been watching the Priestess for a time, taking note of the way she sat and how she carried herself.

A smirk was hidden behind his drink as things clicked into place. Johannes had a keen eye, could look at someone and tell all the little weaknesses they wanted to keep hidden, and with sight upon the Priestess he saw things. Familiar things.

Priestess Aelarian Weber, widow of Prince Guntar Weber, was someone not unknown to him. Though her husband had been more known to him. The man had been nothing but trouble, a thorn in his side, and abusive on top of it all. Johannes had little patience when it came to things that caused complications for his Exchange. It had not taken much to see him done away with. Justice, people would say, had been done.

More like a bug had been squashed.

Finishing his drink, the cup was set down, and Johannes pushed himself up to stand. His scarf was adjusted, hands sliding into his jacket as he strolled leisurely towards the table. He reached out when he was close enough, plucking up the lily and twirling it in his fingers before he vanished it away.

"Care if an old broken Prince joins you?" asked Johannes, his Purple Dusk glinting briefly from where a piece of it was worn as a cufflink. It might have seemed as if he was downplaying himself - and he was because he always did - but it was also the phrase in which he told her to listen for. As his gaze slid over her form, now that he was closer, it was clear that he was not at all bothered by what she was. The Prince cared not at all for what someone was, only that they were capable.

"I promise I am an excellent conversationalist," he added, seemingly waiting for her to give permission to have a seat. Sometimes he had manners. Sometimes. It was all about keeping up appearances and most knew old Johannes as being a playful trickster than anything else.

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #2 on: Jan 05, 18, 05:24:22 AM »
"Care if an old broken Prince joins you?"

It was a middling voice that could have come from any man, Aelarian thought immediately, but they indeed were the words she had been told to wait for, that anything else, even a misspeaking of the phrase was to be disregarded and they find a different way to meet. Though the Archivist had settled herself in such a way that her wings would have not been visible to many and thus not upset those quietly enjoying themselves here, when those words were spoken, she immediately lowered a portion of her shielding. After all, it wouldn't do to have the contact she was waiting for to think she was an impostor. "A discreet Prince, that might often safely walk where he pleases, when the price is sweetest," she remarked in turn the match of the phrase spoken by the guest at her table.

Eyes that were more an amber-brown, like the colour of a very good mead studied the male across from her, the faint gold in her gaze a clue of the woman's blended heritage, but more than that, it was the intelligence in her eyes with which she swiftly took stock of the Prince. "Your people that surround are all very loyal. It took considerable effort to find what I was looking for, and I have been well taught. I found it a worthy challenge," Aelarian said with an honest, plain fact. She did not intend to compliment, yet if the words were taken that way, the Priestess wouldn't have at all minded. In pushing back the rich brown hood of her cloak, the woman's midnight hair spilled in natural curls around her face, with the rest having been bound up hastily and tucked away.

He had the look of a trickster entirely, very much like her father's stories; it was all in the eyes and the movement. As a young girl, she would have laughed in delight. Though her dad had been half Eyrien, he'd identified ever so much more as a Rihlander man. As such, she couldn't help but drink in the planes of Johannes' face, even if it was done politely with her focus on the table. Watching as he vanished the lily, it was with her eyes that Aelarian smiled even as her face remained perfectly neutral, politely welcoming.

To an Eyrien, it would have been just a weed, but to a Rihlander, they were very lovely flowers with parts that could be used for healing and all manner of other things, and dependent upon the the oral history of the household. It showed one of those discrepancies that had long bothered the Priestess, the Eyrien people having painted the Rihlander as unintelligent simply because they did not write down their thoughts, loves, and histories. Unlike many, she delighted in the positive aspects of each culture, even if it was quietly done, much like the way she took in the cut of Johannes' coat, the Purple Dusk upon a cufflink. It always saddened her, meeting those that had broken Jewels, but that he was not fully so and shared her own Offering Jewel also brightened the woman's face in subtle form.

"To pair with the pages as agreed, the means to create. Conversation may be intellectually stimulating, please, join me for a little while? I would appreciate the time you have to spare," That he seemed unbothered by her appearance was a relief, and allowed Aelarian to visibly relax just a little; despite having wings, they had long given her no use other than pain.

No Eyriens had the slightest joy for disabled people, and during her marriage, Prince Torar had never let her forget it. She gestured a hand, watching with an expression trained face that had long learned not to smile, laugh, or even appear joyful without need, and though she was slowly healing from centuries of being treated very poorly in private, there were certain things that were very difficult to remove. Emotional chains being one such.

"How honest would you like this conversation to be, Prince?"

It was Aelarian's way of asking how safe was the tavern, as she imagined that he would know somewhat better than she despite their very disparate ages, as Aelarian had spent her near eight hundred years cloistered between books and more books.

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #3 on: Jan 05, 18, 04:09:51 PM »
There were too many old injuries worn by the Priestess, who was likely feeling them all that much more because of her current condition. Johannes tilted his head for a moment studying the wings briefly, before he shook his head with faint amusement. Who was he to critique someone hiding such a thing? It would completely change how she was treated but then ... She likely did not expect that he would be able to see through the webs of deception that were about her.

Johannes was not broken, could still call upon his Sapphire, but hid it behind widows webs and a painful story of running afoul a pair of Eyriens that had beaten him until it broke. It was his Sapphire that had enabled him to carry out what he did, perform as he could, and - most importantly - that no one expected him to have it. Not that that mattered now or that he would reveal such to the Priestess.

"Can't promise that the conversation will be that stimulating. Those pages don't exactly speak to me." What he meant was that it was not his forte. That while they were understood, the Prince had no desire to learn, apply, or otherwise create that which was contained. "Not in the manner they might someone who's heart bleeds Healer." Still, Johannes took a seat and settled comfortably to share the table with the Priestess. There was, after all, business to discuss.

His fingers flicked, that lily reappearing and being set back on the table just as a sound shield settled around the pair. It wrapped neatly around them, clinging to them and the table, and gave them the privacy he preferred. While that certainly would have drawn attention, it did not in this place. The people knew better and simply let their attentions slide away from the pair. Another reason why he had been alright with this particular establishment, aside from its ties to the Exchange.

"The more straightforward you are, Lady Weber, the better I am able to meet your needs." A sharp-eyed knowing look was cast upon her. Johannes did not need to be able to call upon his Princely craft to know her weakness. "You've already gone through the challenge," speaking of her effort to even contact him, "proven yourself to me and mine, and now it's - as they say - all gravy."

His fingers spread out along the wood grain of the table, each one rising and tapping before falling and settling. He was not a man that seemed to sit idle, always doing something to keep his hands occupied. "Whomever you learned my name from was wise to give it to you. What you're wanting is not easily come by, not in the amount you are wanting, but then ... that's why the coin and the pages." Johannes got that look on his face again. It was not so playful as it was calculating. "Are you in need of something now, this moment, or do you have stores from your previous source?"

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #4 on: Apr 09, 18, 03:37:25 AM »
Aelarian offered a nod at the commentary of the pages that she had given to even be able to meet with a man like Johannes, taking his reply at simple face value. Where others might have offered a smile, the subtle appreciation was present more in the way that the Priestess moved and particularly, didn't. For the most part, there was a stillness around her, watchful and waiting.

Sense of further Craft was barely apparent to her, indistinguishable from her own shields while she assumed that it was the reappearing of the lily upon the table. If anything, it reminded that if any closer family had been living, that really she ought to have been travelling with some kind of escort. But that was neither here nor there for the present, while the Priestess was only glad for this near intervention. "I understand. Healing does not call to me either, else, I might have been reasonably prepared," she admitted easily and honestly.

"Straightforward," the lady murmured, brown and golden eyes a short glance toward each entrance and exit before focusing once more upon the short lived man before her. At the sharp look, a hint of anxiety flicked through her face as well as the simple presence of a woman very much overwhelmed. "It is not a secret that my late husband, Prince Torar, managed to be among those Eyriens disenchanted enough with the change of matters that he thought, like many unfortunate Eyrien, he might test how well the Prohibitions could hold against someone like him."

A soft sigh was loosed, this was not a story she enjoyed telling, nor had she particularly delighted in being wedded to the kind of brute the Warlord Prince had been, so as such Aelarian thought she might tell just enough to make certain there was a modicum of understanding. The lady had her feelings about the Prohibitions, yet, that was about as far as such a thing went, as law was what it was. "My marriage was a difficult one, and I believed my troubles might be ended with his execution. Instead I cannot decide if being with child is a blessing, or a curse in this particular case. I do not wish to lose my position, or be followed about by a well meaning male pretending to hold concern for my well being."

"I need ... in all honesty, likely more than I've even begun to read about. My knowledge of my condition is ... very basic. I have enough tonics and supplies to manage until the Territory Court Moot if I am reasonable with them, which I have been, it is foolish to waste supplies when there are those that have little enough. My last caregiver got herself in trouble; she was imprisoned and is now dead. I have more, where those pages came from and I can pay well, even up to a year in advance."

She tapped a finger to her eyes. "I do not seek out an Eyrien Healer because I am not fully blooded, and my wings do not work. My employer ... was good enough to grant me the position of Archivist; I do not wish to press my luck in that regard. Can you help me, at all? I am willing to accept the fees required."

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #5 on: May 30, 18, 03:40:01 AM »
There was a story in Aelarian Weber. How she held herself, the grace that was contained, and how she did not move as well. Nothing wasted, everything with a purpose. Johannes could appreciate that. A younger him would have greatly appreciated it but his eyes tended to settle upon one winged Black Widow in particular whether he admitted it or not. (Whether she pulled it from him or not in such enjoyable ways.)

Still Johannes was surprised when the Priestess laid it all out, a sigh escaping when she spoke about her husband. "The Probations are kindly only to those who know how to toe the line and twist it about their fingers. Testing them is an excellent way to get yourself killed, as your late husband learned." There was no need to explain his part, that he knew well about her deceased husband. Johannes was a man of questionable morals, that existed within a grey area more often than not, but there were some things he would never put up with.

The antics of the previously mentioned and thankfully dead Warlord Prince were such that he would never put up with it. Johannes grew silent as Aelarian was straightforward as he had requested. Pressing the tips of his forefingers together, he looked thoughtful. Appropriate attention was paid as she explained, a thought crossing his mind briefly that he hard heard of a Healer that had not been mindful of themselves or what they were into. They had not been with the Exchange for if they had such a messy end would not have come for them.

With a thoughtful hum and stretch after a considerable silence, Johannes seemed to make his decision. "Unfortunate that you must bear this alone," said the Prince, "but fortunate that I can at least ensure you have what you need in the coming months. Your payment, for now, are these pages and the cost of materials. What you pay over that will be determined later but," a kind smile lit up his face, "I will promise you that it will not be a terrible amount. I enjoy money, Lady Weber, but not enough that I would want to see you unable to provide for your future child.

"With that in mind: expect that you will, in a few days time, be given a location and time to be there. You'll be able to meet with the individual that can take care of these needs for you then." Truthfully, he already knew who it would be. Lady Weber had already had one issue with a Healer and she was correct to not seek out one of the eyrien Healers. No, the best solution - in his mind - was Prince Killian Ibsen.

Even if he was part of the Reclamation, he still had ties to the Exchange and benefitted from them. It was time to remind him of such, for all that the Prince was securely within Melany's pocket. (Or was it that Green-Jeweled Warlord Prince?) The Prince's skill was, quite frankly, astounding when it came to tonics and brews of the healing sort. If the whispers were correct then Prince Ibsen was interested in pages like the Priestess had here, just as he was interested in the long forgotten Rihlander Healer arts.

There was little reason to say no, aside from potential prejudice, and Johannes would force his hand regardless of the matter.

As he thought of it ...

"Use of your jewels during such a time is very dangerous for both you and the unborn child," said Johannes. "Do you have another trusted Priestess to assist you with that?" Such a strange question but then Johannes was a strange man.

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #6 on: May 30, 18, 05:04:17 AM »
Aelarian listened with a rapt attention that rivaled her appearance, she knew, yet the Priestess would have sooner spit than even think of seeking out the few family of her late husband that she knew supported the Eyrien rebellion. All she could think of, in this particular case was her father and how he had been treated under Eyrien rule. No, she did not wish to go back to that. Nor did she imagine, even had her mother been living, had the woman survived the Purge, would Zaerian Lorev have desired to return to that kind of life. She had been one of those fully blooded Eyriens that were soft upon the Rihlander people, and falling in love with her husband, Guntar, he had slowly changed her mind about them. It meant that Aelarian herself had grown up with a very contradictory viewpoint of life, that traditional marriages were of considerable importance, but at the same time, so too was freedom. There was a piece of her that wondered, if this man even sitting before her could be entirely free, what would he do with the time and space. Much as she had thought about it for so long, and now, had no idea what to do with herself most of the time other than what she was still doing.

Yet, even though she parted her lips, Aelarian did not dare ask the question. At least, not then. She noticed how thoughtful Johannes presence was, which led her to think, that at least in this concern that she could trust him. She did not intend for that fact to be visible, but her nearly non functioning wings did flutter, twice, while she drew in a soft breath and something of the slightly turned in shoulders of a woman accustomed to decades of abuse ... relaxed in a way she very seldom allowed herself. "Yes. I wed him only because it was expected of me, it seemed the honourable path and he was the only one that would have me ... marriage is ... it is not a vow I could bring myself to break." A faint smile rested in her eyes that was more wry and honest than resembling happiness. "As intelligent as I am, I have my foolish moments."

Lightly, she shook her head. "There are few people that would think to help me to bear it, so I do not mind, truly. There are less that look like me that wouldn't sneer at my existence; they do not take crippled people well at all, even if we have so many abilities beyond flying. I find most tiresome, if I were honest," Aelarian remarked with a sly grin, it was as much as she dared in public with one that was not even partially Eyrien at all, these days. She was certain that the only reason becoming pregnant even occurred was because her husband had been imprisoned so that his fists and temper were away from her for a time. "I will accept whatever is needed to be paid, and your assurances upon the reasonable amount. Truly ... I do not expect to be defrauded as much as I expect that there are bills for these things."

When explained that she would need to go to a location that would be given to her at a later date, Aelarian simply nodded. In dealing with this particular group, she understood it was simply how they did things. The Priestess suspected that Johannes already knew at least some of the particulars, but that did not mean that she wouldn't be expected to follow the rules of these kinds of meetings regardless of that fact, and as such, she did not even question it.

In being asked of her Jewels, the lady nodded, expression grave. "Yes, that much, my mother was able to teach me before her death, no Craft at such delicate times. I stopped the use of it as soon as I was aware of my condition. I did have another Priestess tend them for me, but ... it has grown too risky to ask again. I have not decided what I will do, I admit," and she shook her head, while pondering that very issue.

"I have imbued items that can do the work for me without needing direct activation, I have several amulets that hide my scent, and physical condition even on limited touch. Expensive, but it means I can still do my job, for now. Once my balance is off, I read about that too, I will need to have one of the Librarians that work for me tend the upper floors still only reachable by flight," she frowned.

"I am trying to change that, but it is a slow going process. More than half of the upper levels of books now have stairs and ramps for people that can only walk, but I want all of it to have both. Even if Rihlanders might have mixed feelings about books, I think everyone is allowed to use them, or should be. Aelarian remarked, with eyes that for a moment looked more a whiskey brown than pure gold due to the direction she glanced and the muddied and blended colour of them. One, the left, had a single mote of green-blue, harder to see only due to the way she tended to look down, away, or the manner the woman's dark curls covered her face in part.

"I feel as though I am asking much of you only to find someone else to tend to my ... complicated issues. Is there anything I could do for you personally, given my position? I realise that is an odd question to ask, yet, I have never forgotten my own Rihlander heritage, even if it is small."

I paid in broken bones to keep my Rihlander surname, she thought, but did not speak it. Perhaps however, the sentiment was not needed for the sharp intensity in her gaze. The thought that had pounded against her thoughts however, did surface. "Have you ever considered the life you might wish to have, if you could ... if you were entirely free?" Afterward she loosed a sigh and leaned back in the chair, toying with her curls with delicate but slender fingers clearly suited for books or an instrument of some kind.

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #7 on: Jul 10, 18, 06:39:20 AM »
The ability to read the subtle facial cues, the tells that came from the idle movements of one's body, and so many other things were exactly what Johannes benefited from. That combined with his ability to discern, with great skill and ease, the weaknesses of others and he was well aware that Aelarian both trusted him and found herself at ease in his presence. Whether or not that was foolish, he would never say, but their interests were aligned for the time being.

Especially as her coin would line the coffers of the Exchange that was, in so many ways, his beloved child. "Expectations are a terrible, heavy burden to carry, alone or otherwise," said Johannes, speaking of her marriage. "Yet you are truly better for being free of what those expectations saw you experience. For all that it is racism and distrust and malice that see you dealing with more unfair expectations." He shook his head, a soft tsk, tsk made. "Such things are not prevalent within the Exchange and cannot be."

Here his shoulders lifted in a light shrug. "That is to not discredit and give blanket forgiveness for what was done in the past to those of Rih but to simply say it is ignorance to try and visit what were the crimes of ancestors upon ancestors." Enough about that, however, because Johannes did not need to get started on that particular spiel. It was one of many reasons that he would never fit into the Reclamation. His head inclined at her understanding, the expectation that there would be a cost.

A hefty one was expected judging by her initial offer. Johannes hummed as Aelarian explained how she prepared and how she hid herself, as well as the matter of her jewels. His fingers tapped together still, a steady beat not unlike the pounding of a drum at a moot. "I can put you into contact with a Priestess that would be able to help you. She can be discrete about your pregnancy, as well trusted to keep secret, for all that her existence is the opposite of discrete." Johannes smiled, a lopsided thing full of pride and mirth. "It is my daughter but I do not usually advertise such." That it was for her safety went by unspoken, as he was of the Exchange and his crimes could potentially lead to her experiencing the punishment of them.

Holding up his hand, he dismissed the rest of what she offered. "For now what you have provided is enough. Though ..." he trailed off, looking thoughtful. "If there is anything you hear - that you learn of - that could be beneficial to ensuring the Exchange can continue to thrive, I would not turn it away. I will never ask you to compromise your position, simply listen to what is around you as I am certain you do." Then let him know it because information was, as so many other things, a very useful and profitable resource.

"You will find that many of the Exchange are more than tolerable of those with mixed heritage or even full-blooded. Not that they are necessarily partial to books," Johannes sighed. "One day, perhaps you will see that change and understanding grow between everyone." Doubts existed that such a thing would be in his time but then the Prince knew his life had a shelf life that would eventually expire.

An eyebrow rose at the question, Johannes realizing it was the one she had held back from asking earlier. Aelarian had paused, a tell, but continued on to the business at hand. He was quiet as he studied, weighed the worth of answering, and finally replied. "Go into business," a laugh escaped, "a proper one, on the up and up. Something like that, I suppose. Not all that different than what I do now other than fewer worries about being Broken entirely." It was not a complete truth but still the truth. Johannes had already started shifting things towards legitimate business, wanting it to be that way just in case all the Prohibitions dissolved.

There was always a place for commerce and a quick mind like his. "Whyever do you ask?"

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Re: Drapa, For Twelve Ounces Of Silver
« Reply #8 on: Aug 01, 18, 03:59:40 AM »
Her head shook lightly, as she agreed. While it was decidedly unpleasant to consider what she had endured, it was by no means the same as the centuries of crimes the Rihlanders faced, not to speak of so many others. While not every Eyrien was evil, there were a great many of them that had the erroneous idea that they could pound their ideas into the flesh and minds of others. Aelarian's fingers gently folded together while she both watched and listened to Prince Gudbrandson speak. "Forgiveness is a delicate matter, and ought only to be bestowed when earned, but neither is it something that should be withheld and hatred spent on those now newly being born where a truly different life could and should be offered, I believe. Though it is fair to say that my opinion is but one gentler of many more that are surely not so."

Whether or not she ought to have trusted him, that he might place some small parcel of the safety revolving about her unborn child into the hands of his own daughter caused a flurry of a deeper warmth to grow to a truer existence in her comportment than had been there but moments before. It was the singular grand motion that Aelarian tended to miss with her eyes only upon her books. Few might have been aware that she all but ached for some kind of reassurance in her life, even if it amounted to the effort expended by a brush of fingertips to one's shoulder and little enough beyond. "Your daughter is a Priestess. However fine and beautiful you must feel, I would be honoured," she murmured thoughtfully, and for a moment the woman's eyes seemed far more the whiskey brown and hazel than Eyrien gold as she smiled.

Yet, her manner was soon to return to a studiousness that had been within her approach from the first; humility wrapped keenly with a focus that only a Priestess could offer, despite the lack of access to her Jewels. It meant she still was in full the Caste in which presented near the hour of her birth, but for the moment very much the maternal lady in waiting. "You have my word without a doubt, that any news I hear of that might be of use, or even does not seem of importance, I shall ferry along the direction of the Exchange one way or another while taking care of my safety in doing so."

A smile again brightened her manner to nearly the edge of sunshine behind a cloud; a woman that had been through what she had and still too recently could not exist in a cloudless world, but that there existed sun was surely enough. "Into business, very good; what I would not give for all of us simply to live and love without fear. You have a wonderful laugh,  Prince Gudbrandson," she remarked, giving his surname the proper Rihlander inflection, including the most subtle speech pattern with such ease that if the eyes were closed, one might very much wonder. "Please, be sure that you make use of it more often." She thought that perhaps he did not do so, quite enough.

"Why? I like to know what others would enjoy if they too need not be captive in one way or another. I am only just learning the why's for myself within what is permitted to all of us. Suffice to say your dreams have brightened my day, just enough."

 

 

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