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Author Topic: Our Lady of Summer Skies and Succor  (Read 134 times)

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Offline Signe Drachlan

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Our Lady of Summer Skies and Succor
« on: Nov 08, 18, 03:54:37 PM »
Signe had wasted very little time in gathering what she needed.

She prided herself on being a resourceful Queen and her people rallied around her for her willingness to roll up her sleeves and work in the dirt alongside them. It took a few days to organize the logistics but there came a morning where a small army of Glacians appeared at the door of Ebon Varos, hauling with them aid and supplies, their Queen front and center, dressed not to impress but to get dirty with the rest of them.

At her left was her Master of the Guard and little Petra held a tight grip on her hand. Signe had debated whether or not to bring the young Queen into a situation like this but she eventually went with her gut and decided that Evony would need to see her niece. And because rumors said that Eyriens had been behind the slaughter, Khiar had volunteered to stay behind so that his presence did not arouse painful memories. Two Healers and a Black Widow who specialized in chalices were right behind Signe, ready to offering counseling and vitality to those in need. And arrayed behind that spearheading group were over two dozen Glacians, ready to clean, move, arrange -- whatever was needed of them. Even if it meant digging graves. In the carts they had brought were linens, herbs, wooden chairs, and kegs of beer. Most of the items brought were for practicality -- the last item was brought because Signe understood that some people dealt with pain in other ways.

Signe herself wasn’t sure what sort of welcome she would receive from the Black Prince. He seemed like the type to close the doors to his palace and send away help, but he could also surprise her and welcome help. That was the problem with Kalvar. Just when she thought she understood him, he twisted just a little and she was once again wrong.

“Perhaps we should bother Odinar first,” she remarked to her Master of the Guard. “I’d hate to put Kalvar in an even worse mood by showing up so unannounced.” Plus, she wanted to see the Red Jeweled Warlord Prince to check on him. Even if she didn’t see him first, she would make certain to find him during their stay.

Yet, even as she made that remark to her escort, she made up her mind otherwise. Hiding behind Odinar because of Kalvar’s bad moods was silly. With a purposeful lift to her chin, Signe strode forward, pausing only to speak with the servant that opened the door. “Tell Prince Elbremov that Avorla sends its aid,” Signe said, somewhere between imperious and sympathetic. Kalvar Elbremov outranked her in the Abyss but she was still a Queen and Queens were the heart of Blood society. “We’re here to help.” The servant scurried off to alert someone probably higher up on the command chain, someone who could either start directing able bodied people towards tasks or someone who had the authority to send that same group home.

Offline Kalvar Elbremov

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Re: Our Lady of Summer Skies and Succor
« Reply #1 on: Dec 31, 18, 12:54:53 PM »
The master of Ebon Varos had sat heavy on his throne in the wake of the death that had claimed his home. The walls no longer smelled of smoke, in no small thanks to the efforts of Lady Sauer and Lady Bos - but the scarred marks of flame would take longer to remove from the stone. Part of the Black Prince did not want the scars removed so that he would always remember what was done to his home. A year, a decade, a century later he would see those stains and it would ignite his anger again.

It was easy to be angry these days. He went to sleep angry. He woke up angry. He was filled with rage in most waking moments. It was announced that Lady Drachlan had arrived with a small army of Glacians, and he had nearly shouted from the top of his mountain castle that he did not need them here. He did not want them here.

But the anger did not rule him. Not yet. So he sat upon the throne and brooded, and stewed, and festered in that anger, and waited for the Glacian Queen to come to see him.

Thus she and her people found him upon the throne, his body drawn forward, his elbows on his knees, his wings flared and arched over the arms of the dark and forboding chair. The windows had been opened if only for the sake of the Rihlanders who remained, for the sunlight showed only the wounds that were fresh upon the walls and floor of a conflagration.

He looked up at her - not avoiding eye contact as he tended, in the past, and locked his gaze with the Glacian Queen. "The dead are already buried." His voice, even soft, was steel that rattled about the stone in the grand hall. "You are too late, Lady Drachlan."

Just as I was.


Offline Signe Drachlan

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Re: Our Lady of Summer Skies and Succor
« Reply #2 on: Dec 31, 18, 04:48:16 PM »
When Signe was younger, she had read a story about monstrous, winged creatures that protected holy places, scaring away other evil things with their horrific visages. She had always thought it a bit odd how one monster could be used to chase away another and wondered how such an arrangement between the profane and the holy had come to be, but she had never given it more than a passing, childhood thought, accepting the story for what it was -- just a story.

Until she saw Kalvar, with his black wings draped behind him like a cloak of night, his shoulder hunched like those creatures perched atop the sanctuaries, and that haunted look that did not break as he spoke with her. He had always been deferential, even with such power, avoiding eye contact for too long. But today, as he met her gaze and held it, Signe thought about those unholy creatures protecting holy places and somehow, it made sense to her.

"You are too late, Lady Drachlan," he said to her. His voice was soft but it held a roll of thunder behind it. The master of the Ebon Varos, speaking to the frail supplicants at his door. No doubt Khiar, when she told him of this day, would find poetic words to say.

Leaving little Petra with her Master of the Guard just a few feet behind her, Signe stepped forward to say, “For the dead, yes. But not for the living.” There was a tilt to her chin that spoke from experience, from having to build a District from nothing after the Eyrien war machine had decimated it. Not to mention that same war machine taking with it the life of her husband. Signe had been dealt difficult situations for the majority of her life and had learned a sort of resilience for overcoming them.

“You, Evony, and Adalwolfa can’t handle all of this alone. Nor should you. You’ll need people here to get things back in order,” she said. “People who can help heal those left behind. People who can help return you to something close to normal. That’s what I’ve brought, as well as supplies to replenish the charred foodstores. Carpenters to repair beams and beds. Black Widows and Hearth Witches to cleanse the walls that remember. Helping hands willing and able, Prince.”

And the soothing Touch of a Queen, if he so desired. She might not be his Queen, and he might be averse to physical contact, but she was a Queen nonetheless and it was a deep-rooted call within her heart to ease the suffering of others, whether it be through fixing something or just being there.