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Author Topic: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight  (Read 870 times)

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Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« on: Jul 17, 18, 12:54:25 AM »
Locale: Bidea, Dena Nehele. After Wondering, and Before Oblivion



Cluj-Muşatin Opera House
Pretty woman, walkin' down the street ...

Her name was on the building, Ismenian had noticed upon entering. Muşatin.

Pretty woman the kind I like to meet ...

Or rather, part of her name. Their name. Her family. Or rather, her mother's family. She had been able to get inside after a brief security check because tours were always running it seemed, as part of a bid to continue funding despite the fact that this was a secondary venture beyond business in Aechia. Ismenian knew these details because her mother had considered it paramount for her daughter, despite her very Eyrien "flaws" to know where their family stood and the grand position they still held despite limited reclusiveness.

Pretty woman I don't believe you, you're not the truth ...

Despite presenting as a Yellow Jewelled witch, Ismene was horribly nervous. So far, during the tour at least, no one gave her a second glance; she had pulled a large grey hat down over most of her face, tucking her hair up entirely beneath it. A large grey square of a shirt and long billowy skirt in the same colour almost entirely hid her very happy shoe concession: silver strappy heels.

No one could look as good as you, mercy!

Sunglasses hid the colour of her eyes, which too eerily matched most of the aged paintings on the walls in the welcome and historical sections of the Opera house.

This was a huge mistake, she thought, but I really had to know if mother was telling the truth.

The spell hadn't flickered in ages, it seemed like. So for the whole, beautiful tour, she had felt safe, and then Ismenian lost herself in the main concert hall. As it was mostly empty except for a few players practising, what she assumed for an eventual upcoming show, they were raw, open, and perfect. Most of them left the stage for lunch except for what looked to Ismenian like two people. She sat down in one of the boxed seating areas that were empty for now, biting her cheek at the perfect, plush seating.

Pretty woman won't you pardon me ...

Damn.

Pretty woman I couldn't help but see ...

Part of her was stunned that her mother had run away from all of this. But part of her understood it. The Lady Vasilica hadn't wanted to be controlled. Ismenian couldn't decide then and there if she might care for any of it, either, or if it would feel safe. It figured certainly in that specific and particular moment, the very complex spell hiding her Caste suddenly flickered.

"Shit."

Pretty woman that you look lovely as can be ...

She crawled under one of the beautiful tables in Box Five, typically used for private refreshments and waited. It would take at least an hour, if not longer for the delicate, warm scent of Queen to fade. If she was anywhere else, it might not have been so much the concerning issue, but this was Dena Nehele, where Queens were rarer than diamond slippers. But first, making sure no one had seen her before scenting her. She'd wait at least a minute.

"One thousand one ... one thousand two ..."

Are you lonely just like me?



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #1 on: Jul 25, 18, 02:41:48 AM »
One thing had lead to another, Raluca having to conduct business within the Cluj-Muşatin Opera House. Mostly because it was a rival and by the end of the day they would either be cohorts or she would very slowly see the business fail. For the moment, however, there was a break in the discussions that had Raluca studying the ceilings and the detailed filigree work.

It was something that she would love to replicate. Laying her eyes upon it helped solidify it's shape within her mind, further enabling her to be able to mimic and create it when she next wanted to do something similar with her illusionary shadow work. Admittedly that was the other reason for her coming to visit. The Tantalus Playhouse was an old Dene Nehelean structure, it's interior inspired by those who had once held the territory hostage with it's great ceilings, that had it's charm but sometimes one wanted to get a feel for what else was out there.

These were, after all, places that she would not have been able to go when she had been a child so many years ago. Not only that but when she had been older, an adult, she had been too busy working and buildng up Tantalus between contracts that looking at the sights just was not feasible. Now, with stability and placement, she could do such things.

Raluca might have continued to enjoy herself, to take in the architecture, had she not caught the flicker of something at the edge of her senses. It was familiar and different all at once, the Black Widow blinking a bit as she found her feet moving of their own accord. Sometimes, she mused, being a Black Widow was not all that different than a Warlord Prince.

Instincts drove both heavily, influenced so much, and was exactly that which she did not ignore. It was as she got closer, to the private boxes, that she realized exactly why the flickering beacon was both familiar and not. She smoothed a hand along her dress, gathering her thoughts, before she very quickly proceeded to call upon her Rose and shield the area. It was quick, something that would not even be noticed, but it would ensure that whomever it was in in the private box would no longer worry about any others.

... and if someone else had caught wind of what she did? Well, they would not be remembering it.

Then she promptly knocked, her presence announced. "I know you're in there," she said in a quiet voice, "and I know that whatever is hiding you is giving out on you." Raluca released a breath. "I've taken care of that for the time being, so that no others will come looking." Not if they knew what was good for them. "May I come in?" Sweet, polite, and to the point. Raluca would not risk anything when there was a light jeweled Queen within.

... and not one that was without her Offering.





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #2 on: Aug 01, 18, 09:23:41 AM »
The sense of a rose shield in the distant realms beyond her cut Yellow Birthright almost immediately silenced the soft, hopeful counting that Ismene had begun almost a minute earlier. While she counted, the young woman considered the loveliness of the deeply beautiful crafted carpets, not to speak of the walls. At once, she was both startled, and mournful for completely different reasons, with her poor heart in her throat. The former was quite possibly obvious, even as much as the young Queen wanted to ignore and pretend that the shield had nothing to do with her, Ismene was not a complete fool.

While warm and interesting, the sense of the presence was sharp and feminine, and absolutely Black Widow, but it was not the Lady Kesare, who bore three entirely separate Castes with the same Offering Jewel. As such, she was perhaps mostly nervous, rather than completely and utterly terrified. A slow breath was released as the Queen smoothed her skirt and boxlike shirt. Maybe if I sit here, the presentation of whomever it is will go away, Ismene considered in absolute error, noted with the sound of the quiet voice very clearly directed at her.

Drats.

Delicately, the Queen's nose wrinkled thoughtfully as she continued to try and think of how she might escape. She settled her hand against the wall and figured she could maybe go through it before noticing the shield was really thorough. Shit and damn, Ismene thought with something of a mood between a pout and minor trepidation. Especially after what followed the first of what the woman spoke. '[...] and I know that whatever is hiding you is giving out on you.' Ack! Well, that was for a certainty, not really very good. Barely, she managed to hold back a soft unhappy noise in her throat while a frown muted the brightness of the scent of Queen. An ache of desperation, muted sadness, and determination were all mingled together. Ismene mashed her hat down on her head because that was totally an effective guise to hide the Queen of her. Oh, bother. How do I get myself into these jams?

The other feeling, the mournful one, concerned the theatre itself. Even the small amount of research she was able to do marked the place wholly as a family enterprise, without interference from a surprising number of other businesses, and it did not take long to find out why. The theatre in question was eventually a locale of which, her familial portion of it had been arranged in a manner that was supposed to have passed on to her mother as an inheritance if she had followed through on the marriage arranged for her all those years ago. The lady had not, of course, otherwise, her existence would have been a complicated explanation to any possible husband. As a people, the Basarab-Muşatin family knew that the Lady Vasilica had a daughter, but that was all they had been able to find as far as she was aware. Ismenian, rather liking of her excellent personal independence, hadn't decided to go discover them up close as of yet if she ever would.

Eyes that were mostly a Basarab blue narrowed. No, Ismenian did not even think she even would for a pretty building, at least, maybe. It was very nice ... nope, no, never. It could maybe rot, she thought with a huff, also not aware that her "thoughts" were really very loud. After a few minutes, it really did not seem like the persistent Black Widow was going to go away. She scuttled under the nice table for a few more seconds, thinking a nap would be pretty nice down there. Certainly better than a mounded pile of blankets on a wooden floor, and several other types of beds. "Who did all this for a floor anyway!?"

Whoops.

I said it out LOUD.

AUGH. NO!


Another five seconds passed.

"Um."

"Sure," the table said because she so wasn't coming out, despite being very tempted by the soft voice and immediately wondering if the woman had any snacks.

"Ah ... come on ... in."

Not coming out, not coming out, not coming out, not coming out.

Curiously, she eyeballed the shoes and legs when they did enter, and a tiny glint of her eyes and hat, with a flash of pale hair, would have immediately been apparent to one as observant as this Black Widow. "Woah, crazy hot forever legs." The poise alone told her the woman was probably her mom's age, and then immediate a shock of emotional pain filled the private viewing area as she thought a lot too hard about it. If her mother had still been around, she'd never have been in this mess in the first place. Or on an adventure, so it was complicated, to say the least.

Death would have been way better right then, Ismenian was convinced as she pressed her hands to her stupid traitor of a mouth. "So, um. What brings you to Box Five?" Said the disembodied table to the Widow, as if it hadn't been her Queen scent being here in the first place. Help, mayday, sinking fast.



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #3 on: Sep 06, 18, 06:08:43 AM »
Raluca was decidedly amused by this young Queen in hiding. As much as she went through the effort of trying to pretend she was not there, the Black Widow knew the truth all the same. Just as well that she was, in this instance, a very patient sort that could - and would, if it came to it - wait out the Queen.

"I could tell you all about the floor if you'd actually like to know," replied Raluca, quite placidly, at the outburst. "Not that I am sure you wish to know about the love affair it is having with the ceiling. It's sad, truly, because the wall is always coming between them." Mostly as a reminder that, yes, she was still there with a touch of humor. The corner of her mouth was curling upwards, Raluca's smile growing, as the seconds counted down from five and finally the response she wanted came.

She entered the way behind her closed and reinforced so that - for the time being - they would be left alone. It was never much to simply encourage someone to simply let their attention pass from a place. That was, after all, what webs and the like were for and why Raluca was always prepared to use them. Her amusement only grew when it became clear that the Queen was not- Well, mostly it was the thought that it was a table Queen.

As in a Queen that was hiding under a table and apparently giving her a once over if that exclamation was anything to go by. Raluca laughed, absolutely delighted, and approached the table. Her fingers smoothed along the top of it, tapping out a beat (that would actually turn out to be the beat of previously mentioned table Queen's heart) as she did so. "It has been some time since my legs were the first thing that someone took note of," she chuckled, continuing her walk around the table until eventually the Black Widow had to turn and walk the other direction all over again.

"Well, it turns out that today I discovered a table that talks," she replied amicably. "Which is honestly quite surprising to find outside of our performances, as while this world is one of so many things talking tables is not something that often is found.

"Imagine my surprise that only does the table talk but it is, quite remarkably, a Queen. That is what brought me, you know. I have a niece that is a Queen actually." Raluca paused. "... but she is not a table Queen, though I suppose she might have been once upon a time when she was little." It appeared that Raluca was quite willing to let this continue on. Just so the Queen under the table might find herself more willing to make her presence actually known.

"She's a delight, truly, and I am glad that I am able to keep her safe in this territory we live in."





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #4 on: Sep 06, 18, 10:37:35 PM »
There was a soft gasp, and the pulse of Ismenian's heart actually started to beat a lot faster than the tap-tap-tapping offered by the mysterious, beautiful older woman whom she really sort of wanted to call Legs, minus the fact that would probably mean she'd be in hot water. A rebellious flare of emotion was gently tamped down. After all, this woman had just admitted that she protected at least one Queen. She narrowed her eyes. Maybe she was not the type that the Yellow Jewelled Queen's mother had warned her about.

The horrible sorts that killed her kind before ... yeah no, Ismenian decided, not letting her mind go to that place. "Are they in a romance," Ismene asked with a soft, tender voice that was perhaps unsurprising given her age. Even if she didn't like the idea of being touched personally, she adored reading and listening about theoretical romance. Especially groups. She slumped against the wall under the table and sighed. "D-did the shy ceiling stare forever at the floor in longing, and the walls noticed, bringing them together in an awkward though delightful pairing?"

"But ... y-yes. I am the Queen Table that talks, for the moment. But I could be convinced to come out. Ah, maybe. You have nice legs. They are useful for taking walks and important to display to perfection with the best outfit ... I really am rambling, please forgive me." A long silence, somewhat, followed the statement while the table rustled a little when Ismenian settled herself better. It was starting to get a little warm under the table, but she really wasn't ready to be seen. The Queen took several slow breaths.

"Normally I am the Queen that runs away. I'm ... different, you see. And people that are different don't work well where I am from," she whispered, shocked to find herself talking more about herself. There was a sharp negativity to the word 'different' when she spoke it, and a thought about flying, soaring, and a sharp sadness. Shut up! Youdon'tevenknowheryoudumbassshit! Nice legs or no!

Then, Ismene noticed the Black Widow had said something that made her senses shiver. She shoved down and buried that want, which was entangled with another one. A flash of the spells that hid her shimmered just a little, revealing something else about the little Queen. Two things much more dangerous given that she appeared to be completely on her own. Ismene sighed. Damn it. Now she'll ask, and it is complicated.

"Did you say performance?" The question was a hopeful note. "Do you ... perform here? Or somewhere else? I have passed by quite a number of venues in my travels, and not just in Dena Nehele." Ismene sighed at her vast instinct to connect with another person when she would have much preferred to bury her entire self under a soft mattress. If there were Blood that then happened to be nearby or adjacent to her existence, she wouldn't have, admittedly, argued it.

Most of the time, anyway. Still, Ismenian was curious enough about this lady that she decided to admit it to herself that she was more than a little lonely and maybe ... that was okay, for now.



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #5 on: Sep 09, 18, 06:01:45 AM »
"Something like that yes. The ceiling longed long desired the floor, unable to reach it, and yet the walls were between then and carried messages between them," replied Raluca, easily enough. "It was going well, in fact, until the walls realized how much - after all these years - they wanted the ceiling to themselves." The Black Widow paused, delight evident in her voice at the topic. "The ending of this tale is bittersweet, I suppose.

The young Queen continued on, speaking of herself and then Raluca's legs again. "You only have to come out if you want, Queen Table. Though I suppose I could say that if you think my legs are nice, you are quite missing out on the rest of the package." There was another bit of laughter in Raluca's voice. Certainly, there was a way that the younger Blood acted, the way they behaved until their blood settled in their bodies. Not that it always did because some simply appreciated beauty and otherwise far more than others did.

"Forgiveness granted. Not that you need it and your rambling is fine." Her eyes narrowed at the change in tone, the way that different rolled off the Queen's tongue. Raluca pursed her lips together, thoughts spiraling and searching out those threads of intuition that Black Widows were well known for. Gut instinct and all that. Those of her caste simply knew how to put it best to use.

Then she was frowning as the spells fluttered again, gone and back in a heartbeat. It was enough for her to confirm the Queen was without her Offering and - even worse - the freshness that always edges a witch without her Virgin Night. Raluca let out a soft sigh, answering in a softer tone because she really wanted to just haul the Queen out right then and there and redo her protections herself.

"Not here, no, but other places - a great many outside of Dena Nehele." Despite that most of it would not be seen, Raluca gave a bow with a flourish worthy of a leading actor. "Lady Raluca Vaduva, Black Widow of Tantalus." The troupe was well-known realm-wide, Raluca herself known as one of the two that ran it. Their shows were sold out, no matter where they went, often because of the one thing their performances claimed that others did not.

One did not simply sit in a theatre to see a Tantalus performance. No, when one saw one of their shows, they found themselves in the same places the performance was supposedly set within. Surrounded by the sights and sounds of strange and exotic locations, those who were part of the audience got to experience places they might never even see.





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #6 on: Jan 26, 19, 05:33:52 AM »
With a rapt intensity that was all Eyrien and all youthful Queen, Ismene listened keenly to the story being told. Eventually, her pulse seemed to even out, matching the leisurely, light tapping upon the table, whether or not it had continued. Full lips twitched into a tiny little smile, after which a tender, unplanned laugh erupted. Bittersweet tales were the best and most realistic type of romance. The rest, Ismenian thought firmly, were little save for childish nonsense, which she liked to waste no time at all upon.

"The melancholy floor was quite left out despite its plush beauty, which is the way of things, but that did not make for a lack of life happiness. After some time mourning the loss of desire from either walls or ceiling, the dependable feet of the people trodding upon it, and the servants and employees that cleaned it carefully, offered reasonable contentment from abandonment. Love was not received, but respect and concern offered fair trade for perceived tragedy," Ismenian explained, she knew, in a manner colder than any Queen perhaps had a right to, and rather more methodical and precise for her age.

She noticed that the Black Widow hadn't just dragged her out from under the table to demand an explanation, which was just enough to coax those perfectly stylish shoes from under said furnishing. Silver and strappy, they said even more about the person out of sight. As did the slightly cooler toned brown skin that was a shade or two lighter than the usual range of browns for those entirely Long-Lived. Ismenian perked up at the idea that someone liked or at least, didn't mind her rambling, and almost immediately thereafter the shielded room held the warmest, sweetest sense of bright sunshine. "A great many from outside of Dena Nehele? That is ... very impressive, and sounds like an adventure. I adore adventures, the more thrilling the better." She paused at the sense of the theatrical bow, able to just barely make out the shadows and sense of movement that was different from the walking that had been around the outline of the table and back.

"It is ... nice to meet you, Lady Vaduva."

A long pause followed as Ismenian fought with introducing herself in some possible way. The Black Widow had given her entire name, but not only that, shielded the room to protect her, so it seemed. A deep breath followed as more time passed. "Tantalus. That, I have heard of, but then, who hasn't? Tantalus is ... the greatest dream of any performer. I came here because ... I had to see this place. I wanted to see why she'd run away. I wanted to know if ... any of them were good people. Do you know them? Any of the Muşatin?" It was a test at that moment, that Ismenian deliberately left off the name 'Basarab' from the family name. She hated to do it, but if this Lady Raluca of Tantalus was indeed someone worth trusting, she'd be honest, even if it possibly meant the reason for being honest about what she knew was for her own potential personal gain. Ismenian understood that too.

"I am different," she said again, but this time there was a little more confidence in the word. "Almost everywhere I go. It would be nice, however, not to feel like a freak at least once. I want to be good different, instead of bad or a burden. Do I ask for too much?" For a second, Ismenian winced, because she knew she sounded terribly young. She wanted to sound much more mature like Raluca did. Under the table, she tugged uncertainly on her big grey floppy hat.



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #7 on: Feb 08, 19, 01:55:16 AM »
Raluca laughed low. "The greatest dream of any performer? My, my ... that is one I've not heard yet. Though I suppose it is very flattering to hear." Certainly, it was what she hoped but she was - on the occasion - a humble individual. Tantalus was her pride and joy, that which she poured her heart and soul into (what was not taken by the Shaos), and- Well, hearing such things did her good.

"We are acquainted, though in the manner that one often knows someone else that is within and supporting the same industry." Especially when Tantalus sometimes bridged into musical numbers, as they often did of late. There was a reason why she was interested in a combining of forces, an alliance, but that would have to wait given what she had discovered today. Truthfully, she needed to know better, and that was the point of being a Shaos was it not? To learn and know everything?

Then again she could not necessarily tell this little Queen everything. "Good," continued Raluca softly, "is relative. I will not pass judgment on anyone that I do not know in a more personal manner or have heard in greater detail their actions. Until then they are simply people, neither good nor evil but full of infinite potential for either.

"All the same," said Raluca, her smile obvious in her voice, "it is a pleasure to meet you, lovely Queen of the Table. Certainly, you have excellent choice in shoes." She moved forward but it was to walk her fingers around the table, to let them do a little dance. Raluca paused briefly, head tilting in consideration of her words.

"I do not think you ask for too much, no, but ..." She sighed. Had she not had similar conversations with Artie? "Darling Table Queen, if you wish to be different purely on your own merit, not that which you were born to be, then you will need help. Otherwise, all people will see is that you are different because of that, not because you are a shooting star across the tapestry of the night."





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« Reply #8 on: Feb 08, 19, 05:14:56 AM »
Ismenian took a deep breath, and then another as some further of her nervousness ebbed away like the soft and gentle swells of what she imagined deep oceanic motion was akin to. "I am only being honest regarding what I have heard in my travels about your Tantalus," The joy was what came across particularly strong in the Black Widow's laughter. While she knew that it was a positive, warmly expressed pride as the swell of emotion that enfolded with the joy, the Table Queen shied away from it, because Pride was bad. Pride had made her cry back in Askavi; it had made her run and just then, the urge to run threaded through her like a cruel whisper. She would never fit, never be enough, never be right. Even as Ismenian forced herself to calm, she wrung her hands in the lengths of her oversized shirt and struggled to actually hear the Lady Raluca.

Suddenly again there was a lift of despair which ate the realism and positive reality of the woman beyond the table she was hiding beneath, but, as much as she could make it so the strength of a young survivor threaded through it. Ismenian tried her best to relax because she was so deeply tired of running away. The emotions flashed once more from virgin witch to virgin Queen and back again. She sighed because even though Raluca had told her very little, the current situation was rapidly deteriorating enough that she admitted at least to herself that she would have to come out, to face the music, so to speak. It was a wry thought which quirked a frown to her full lips.

"Industry acquaintances," she finally managed to say with the smoothness that was entirely belied by the hammering and then slowed and calmer beating of her heart. The smile in Raluca's voice let Ismenian lean forward, a glimpse of her fashionable, silver floppy hat was briefly visible before she hid again. The hiding Table Queen was unable not to smile then, at the compliment to her shoes, and even though all those instincts told her to hide them, she didn't. "That means money and a lot of it. Life security," she said in such a tone that implied the very big deal that such things were to people that didn't want to run, and even to people that did. "It's not a fair meeting. A Table Queen can't really be met, and you've been fair ... and patient."

It wiggled as she moved about under it.

"Um ... okay."

It really was irresistible, the idea of being different upon her own merit, and not because some idiots decided she was and not wanted all at the same time. Ismenian nodded to herself and moved about some more before finally crawling her way out from under the table, nice grey floppy hat first. The sharp angles of her were all Eyrien, while the heavy, and thick scar ridges where there had once been wings were visible through the back of her large grey square shirt. The gentle curves were ones she'd clearly inherited from a Dene Nehelian parent. Using the table to stand up, the 'Table Queen' turned actual Queen was small even with her strappy silver heels and billowing grey skirt. She looked up at Raluca wistfully, sharp blue Basarab and amber-flecked eyes which practically seemed to take up too much of her face, which was all cheekbone. Silver hair trailed around her face and framed it. Ismenian shuffled from side to side.

"Are you mostly good, then? I don't know where to begin to ask who is safe, and the family ..." she lifted her hands, then shoulders in a gentle shrug. "Queens ... and Aristos still don't mix, do they?" Her mother's opinions and knowledge were well outdated, and she didn't know how much to tell this woman and what she shouldn't tell, not considering that if the Black Widow wanted to know, she could just manipulate her. That much Ismenian understood, that there were some changes, but she didn't know by how much. So she stared up at Raluca and hoped this woman wouldn't hurt her, that the sound of her voice and kindness were real.

"Table Queen was nice, but I'm Ismenian ... Basarab-Muşatin. Its been a long way from Askavi." Better she was honest, the Queen decided, thinking that first impressions were still very important.



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #9 on: Feb 12, 19, 01:14:58 AM »
Raluca had shifted back as the table moved and then the Table Queen underneath it was as well. Space was given for her to come out, to let her do so on her own time, though chilvalry had her offering a hand out (her left, not her right bearing her fang hidden underneath the nailbed) to make sure she could stand properly without wobbly.

She quickly let her hand fall away, not wanting to encroach upon the Queen's space any more than necessary. The Yellow-Jeweled witch seemed so very out of sorts but was that really surprising? Raluca did not need to be extremely skilled at reading the truth of emotions through scent and otherwise to pick up on it.

"I do my best," answered Raluca, "to be good. To do as I believe will support those around me and see them stronger, able to continue on with and without my support." The Queen's appearance told a great deal about who she was, what her heritage was, and she had never felt more certain that this was someone related to her admitted acquaintance. Eyrien blood as well, she mused, but her darker skin with the silver hair ...

Certainly, it made her think of Prince Mercer though his skin was fairer by far than the Queen before her.

"They can, they have, but often when Queens and the Aristocracy mix it is unbalanced. Often for the Queen, though Lady Vlas tries to change that for all." Which was a sad state of affairs. At least Queens were no longer treated like they were commodities to be bought, traded, and sold. She gave a kind smile to the Queen, both her eyebrows raising at the name given.

"You have come a long way," said Raluca softly, "quite a far way, Lady Basarab-Muşatin." Her lips quirked upward into a smile. "Though I shall probably still think of you as Table Queen unless it terribly offends you." Askavi was hurting for Queens, the land thirsted for them practically, and that one of its Queens were here ...

What did that say? What would compel a young Queen to abandon her homeland? Was it her lack of wings? Surely they would not spurn a Queen just for that but then people were fickle, judgemental things. "Are you traveling still or have you come to find a place to roost for the time being?"

Then, because it was still a concern: "What item upon you holds that which is faltering in hiding you?" The concern in Raluca's face was genuine, her brow knitted together in worry.





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #10 on: Feb 12, 19, 08:52:27 AM »
Ismenian hadn't quite noticed that she was being assisted at first but smiled a little even as the Lady Raluca retracted her hand. She was absolutely out of sorts and didn't really quite know what to do with herself in this situation. The last time anyone had caught her doing anything, it was the Lady Kesare, who had practically served as her extra mother once her own beloved parent had passed on. While she'd been taught enough about Dena Nehele, it had been coloured with the feelings behind why her mother had run away. Raluca's fair tone made her think of her mother, minus the hair as her mom had been a rare blonde. Technically speaking, so was Ismenian minus the real silver streaks from trauma, if she ever stayed put with hair colour.

She was already considering a new hue, from a Craft mixture that didn't damage the hair. Would it be pink, or blue this time? If she could find a dice set, she'd roll them and decide! Aware her thoughts had again, wandered off in that typical late teenager way, she turned her attention solidly back to Legs. Lady Raluca. Whoops. Not Legs. She'd probably hate that even if I think it's the bee's knees. She smiled wide at Raluca's answer, blue eyes shimmering with a hint of emotion she seldom permitted out. "That's very realistically romantic, to help others to become into the self they were meant to be," Ismenian said, and wobbled slightly when she stepped forward because one leg had slightly fallen asleep because she'd been leaning on it. She dipped her head and laughed quietly, but listened firmly when Raluca spoke of Queens and the Aristocracy.

"Lady ... Vlas. That's an exciting name. Sounds like a name for adventure. The current Queen? As in, there's a real Queen of Dena Nehele and not a puppet? Ahhhhh! I knew there would be someday! Mom said there wasn't a real Queen anywhere, which was why she'd never let us go home. I was born because there was a Warlord Prince ... I've honestly no idea who my father was. She seemed to care deeply for him, but would never tell me. So, it's almost safe then, but maybe not for me ... because ... reasons." She wasn't going to say it out loud because running away from her Virgin Night the way she had to really still made Ismenian boil with anger. She still dreamed about that prick touching her with so much revulsion in his senses. That coiled anger and pain popped out just then, but she was quiet and looked away because she didn't at all want nice-Raluca to think it was aimed toward her. For a Yellow Jewel, it was pretty big anger. Like an angry newly adult pup with very big paws.

Taking a breath, Ismenian said, once able to get control over her bad feelings the way Kesare had taught her, "There was a man that was chosen for me that was supposed to be good, and he turned out to be very, very cruel and bad, so I ran away in the middle of it all and I'm not sorry. I'd sooner claw out the eyes of someone touching me that didn't actually want to and pretended to like me." She breathed out, then in and smiled.

"I have! I've been mostly all over! To Raej, Askavi, Dhemlan, and now, here. Which ... you know, the land feels sad, that's why I came here, finally." She stretched her arms excitedly, very theatrical. "I love Table Queen. It's as good as Dulceață (sweet, old tongue). Maybe better, because mama was always sad when she called me that. She didn't want me to know she was sad, but I knew. The Queen's craft, you know, is different in each place? It's not what I'm strongest in yet, but maybe someday."

She wiggled side to side a little, expression screwed up thoughtfully. "I want to stay, and help, but I don't think its safe for me to too much than hide in plain sight presently." She reached under the high neckline of her dress and pulled out a silver chain that had been keyed to her with complicated, very rare multi-Caste Craft, but the core of it was Black Widow and scented of a strong old White and Rose. A tiny glimmering chip of a jewel rested on the end of the chain. "This. I couldn't even begin to tell you how she did it to make my Caste hide for so long. I only know how to refresh it, but it hasn't been as strong lately when I do. She's amazing and strong, and you should totally meet her!!"

Ismenian squinted, aware that she was maybe going a little overboard with excitement.

"Sorry. I mean, if you want to. Only a dummy would tell a Black Widow what to do. She's far away in Dhemlan, which is where my mom learned Healing Craft. I don't like, have any friends or anything. You're the first person I've actually talked to since my mom died last year. And the Lady, of course. You're like, crazy pretty though. Woooooow." She looked around Box Five, like really looked this time. "You know, this place is nice, but it has a really ... outdated feeling and presence and I've never heard anything like that about Tantalus. Maybe if you told them that reeeeeeeeeeeally nicely you could make something cool happen." Ismenian nodded in a way she figured wise people did all the time and while she did, wondered if her hard-earned skill as an entertainer could be of use to Raluca, even though she was sure she still had tons to learn.



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #11 on: Feb 23, 19, 05:53:00 AM »
A steadying hand reached out towards the Queen, not wanting her to fall over because of the pricks and tingles that came from a limb having gone to sleep from lack of blood flow.

"Lady Rilandra Vlas, Queen of Dena Nehele. Though she prefers to go by Riley and will correct anyone and everyone about such things." Raluca's lips twitched in amusement. "It is always fun to start off with calling her Lady Vlas and see how many seconds it is before she corrects you." Her head tilted as she paused and considered, tapping a finger against her lips. "Or one of her Court does. Still- a fun game that hurts no one." Then the Black Widow was frowning, eyes closing briefly.

"Your mother was not wrong. The Queens here were puppets or much worse until Lady Vlas grew in power amongst the people of Dena Nehele. Then the Guilds put their power behind her and so ... Queens are now free to be themselves within the territory, though it is still most certainly not safe to wander on one's own without something to hide that which you are or having an escort that can take care of that." Raluca noted the anger, the spike of it, but her focus was mostly upon Ismenian and the fact that she what was hiding her was clearly failing. Were it not for Raluca's shields, that which hid smothered the young Queen's presence, she would have already been found out.

At least until Ismenian continued on with the story and Raluca began to frown all over again. "You are not wrong for that," she said softly. "Your Virgin Night should be a night of romance, for you to be taken care of and enjoy yourself. Not ..." A sigh. "Not at all any of that."

She smiled once more as Ismenian moved on, practically a non-stop ramble of details that Raluca was slowly filing away. The old tongue she recognized, if only because of being so well-read. "It is different in each place." The Black Widow chuckled warmly. "I suppose I could say that the Twisted Kingdom feels differently in different places as well. Just as I can say that you will surely come into your own power as you age."

Raluca could not help but agree with her about hiding in plain sight. Her eyes flicked immediately to the necklace, immediately picking up the traces of something old. White and Rose, as well, not unlike herself. Her eyes flicked back up and she smiled once. "It certainly appears to be interesting and an individual that could weave something together so well ..." Another smile was given. "That is someone I would like to meet someday."

Her hand was held up, forefinger flicking back and forth. "I don't think you are telling me to do anything. It sounds as if you're are suggesting to me." Perhaps she was not but Raluca had taken it for a suggestion (because it was Raluca and there was no one that could command her save for three individuals).

More warm, infectious laughter escaped as Ismenian continued her rambles. "I thank you for your compliments and offer in return: you are lovely, Table Queen, and you shall only grow lovelier as the years come to see you." An eyebrow was raised at the way the Queen spoke, however, and how she phrased things. Raluca was a Shaos, after all, and knew how to read between the lines.

"I suppose I could try that when I am not so thoroughly distracted," a wink was given to the young Queen. "As for Tantalus ... well, we have finally finished settling into our Playhouse. I can take you there if you'd like to see it? Perhaps you might find it fresher than here, should it meet your obvious expertise and knowledge of buildings like these.

"But ..." Raluca held a hand out towards the Queen. "I do not wish to see it off of your neck but would you permit me to look at your necklace for a moment? To see you safely out of this building, to free you dear Table Queen, we must make sure you cannot be found."





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #12 on: Feb 26, 19, 02:49:22 AM »
Ismenian narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. "Riley. It's not as elegant as Rilandra, but ... 'Riley' sounds like if someone were to make her mad she might punch them. I like it ... I think ... I like both names." A sudden sharp grin broke out over the young Queen's face and she bounced in place for a moment, then she too turned serious as the conversation returned to the dangerous politics of Dena Nehele as far as Queens were concerned.

She drew in a breath, expression thoughtful. "I realize, truly, that the proper thing would be an Escort. But ... I've never Bonded anyone, nor have I ever had anyone that I could trust that way who stayed." Ismenian offered a sheepish smile that didn't quite cover the traces of grief in her expressions. "Mom died. I've no father to speak of that anyone was willing to tell me about and ... so, I go my own way. At least I cannot break my own heart," the Table Queen said with a wry laugh. "Like our poor, bittersweetly romantic tale of the walls, floor and ceiling." Ismenian was astute enough, however, to explain what she meant, to prevent Lady Raluca from accidentally thinking that she was more unbalanced than the average young woman her age that had dealt with at least some trauma and managed to heal through it.

"Please ... don't worry. My chalice, as far as I know, isn't terribly worse for wear or anything beyond a few dents here and there." she said softly, toying with her fingers in a constant bit of a fidget. Her pride had honestly been hurt a lot more when she'd run away from Askavi, and more, she'd gotten damned tired of men especially treating her as though she was nothing more than a body with questionably useful blood. So Ismenian drew herself up, not wanting this first impression from a first new person that maybe mattered to be a total failure. She didn't want to look as stupid or useless as people in Askavi liked to say she was. "In my mind, I understand that a romance should be ... equal, and trusting ... allowing people to be as safely vulnerable with each other as they need to be. But," she shrugged. "Those are only words to me. They don't really mean anything deeper yet," she said with a soft laugh, which brightened a little as Raluca informed her that she would grow into her power as she aged. "Then I'll assume the rest is just the same as that. It's the happiest ... positive thought I can think of that isn't without sensibility," she mused.

Another burst of laughter spilled free as Raluca wiggled her finger at Ismenian; she watched the movement in brilliantly curious fascination. Black Widows were very territorial and predatory, she noticed again as a natural disposition and filed this fact away, finding it both fascinating and somewhat attracting. She nodded, still smiling. "Yes! It is a suggestion, but I ... was speaking excitedly enough that sometimes words can be misunderstood, and I very much would not want that, ooooh no."

She pointed to herself as Raluca complimented her appearance and as much as Ismenian wanted to believe her, indeed, even as she nodded and smiled there was something that wilted, like a crumpled flower deeper in the brilliant blue-gold of the young Queen's eyes. However, she didn't draw further attention to it or tried very hard not to, allowing the smallest, gentle smile and a curtsey to pair with it. "Thank you for your kindness."

She followed the directions given and as it seemed was wished by Raluca, rather than removing the necklace Ismenian stepped close to the Black Widow so that the Rose Jewelled Black Widow could handle the ancient, complex, Craft-covered Jewel chip. It held a Craft type that was equally as old and practised and perhaps obvious at first glance why Ismenian could only just renew the active portion of the Craft: it had been keyed to work for and with her fledgling, youthful skill so that she'd not break it by accident. Ismenian's hands, wrists, and arms  - what was visible where her long grey sleeves pulled away - were covered in gently repeating tattooing with some kind of Queen's Craft inlaid within the ink. "The Lady Fuentes thought practically of everything so that I could travel Terreille in safety ... but more importantly, I would like to be able to be nearly invisible again. No one looks about for a Yellow Jewelled witch, and ... I'd also like to see Tantalus."



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #13 on: Feb 28, 19, 04:27:27 PM »
Raluca could only let out a warm laugh of agreement on the topic of Riley's name. Though her expression turned more serious once more, it never crossed her mind to think that the Queen before her was potentially unsettled. Though she was no mind healer there was always something to those that carried mental illness within. She could not put it to words other than she often knew.

Like she knew for all that he carried himself well there was more than just the Twisted Kingdom to the Queen's Shadow. Not that it was a conversation for her to have, nor her place to talk about it. "Darling, I do not think there is anything wrong with you or Chalice, save perhaps a deficiency in self-preservation but then this is Dena Nehele and it is often found in surprisingly large amounts. So ..." She smiled, her eyes glinting impishly. "You are doing just fine, though you are right. An Escort would be preferred but then you would draw attention here depending on the kind you had."

Ismenian was - as far as the world was concerned - a Yellow-Jeweled witch. If she moved with a particularly Dark-Jeweled Escort then that would turn people her direction. Those that were particularly astute in the very least because Queens were free of being traded as favors but that did not stop people from wanting to take advantage as they could.

Still ... She understood the Queen well enough, having been a young romantic soul once upon a time. All the trials and otherwise she had gone through had never been able to break her of such. "There is too much negativity already within the world, sweet Queen. Focus upon the happy, the positive, and simply let the negative and otherwise float onward." Certainly the easiest way to say that she had the right way of things with her thoughts.

Raluca knew that particular wilting look and it settled other things into place. The kind of look that said too often had she possibly been told the opposite, treated as if she were not a thing of beauty. Sometimes Raluca truly did not understand the people that made up the realm they lived within.

She smiled with reassurance as Ismenian approached, hand not having to lower much at all to cup the necklace in her fingers. "It implies she cares for you a great deal to make such for you." Raluca's thumb brushed the necklace gently, eyes sliding shut as she felt it out. White and Rose - so familiar - called out to her as she teased her senses along the webs and spellwork that were weaved within.

It was delicate work, truly, and made with the kind of thinking that only those who bore multiple castes were capable of. "It's fading," she murmured softly, eyes opened to bare slits to meet Ismenian's gaze. "I don't want to try anything with it now but I believe I can reinforce it." She smiled softly. "I do not think I would be able to were not for the fact that your Lady Fuentes stands as I do within the Abyss."

Slowly, delicately she let go of the necklace. Raluca opened her eyes up fully and studied Ismenian. "That does not mean you cannot see Tantalus," assured Raluca, "merely that I will need to use my own methods to ensure no one realizes that you are nothing more than a witch who wears the Yellow."





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #14 on: Mar 03, 19, 10:01:58 AM »
Ismenian blushed at the opinion that she'd had trouble with self-preservation. Raluca wasn't exactly wrong on that end. She very, very often trusted where she shouldn't and didn't trust where she should. "I ... I will think about the whole Escort idea if it comes to that. I ... I will try to not think I have to do ... everything alone," the Queen said, shuffling her movements gently as she did so, but then laughed with the Black Widow's expression, aware that in some degree, Raluca was teasing her some.

This made it even easier for Ismenian to take to heart the Rose Jewelled Black Widow's advice upon focusing as best she could upon the happy things and events. She nodded her head in response to this, and being closer to the lady, noticed how very nice she smelled, but especially subtle and clean. Ismenian made a note of that attribute in particular. It was somewhat hard for her to accept the idea of romance in regard to herself, even though she really, really wanted to think there was something good eventually around a corner. For a moment, Ismenian seemed emotionally tired and her eyes filled with tears for just a second before the young Queen scrubbed at her face and grinned.

"That's a happy thought! She was very nice, and a good friend to my mother when she was alive." Ismenian watched with a fascinated, halfway lost expression while Raluca studied the necklace with soft, subtle Craft. The Queen liked the feeling of it and swayed side to side with the closer presence of the White and Rose.

"Yes ... it is fading, but has protected me for a long time," she said in agreement. "But ... I am glad you can hide me. Maybe our meeting was meant to be because of your shared Jewels!" Ismenian knew it sounded probably silly, but with as much loss as she'd had lately, she latched onto the idea. Once Raluca released the necklace, the tiny Queen nodded and tucked it away. She tilted her head to the left. "I believe in you and your skill, Lady Raluca," she said suddenly, very Queenly, even though Ismenian never would have thought of it that way.



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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #15 on: Mar 08, 19, 06:17:09 PM »
"Sometimes, dear Table Queen, it is nice to know you are not alone. I have a Marku," said Raluca with a smile, "and he has always been with me. We are apart now but he is never far away from my mind and heart. A true escort is such, I feel, but also rare." Was that overly romantic again? Probably, but the young Queen looked like she needed to hear some particularly romantic thoughts.

When her eyes filled with tears, the ones that nearly fell, especially. That she was already able to school herself and her expressions was a sign of how much she had already experienced. (Raluca had been so much younger when she had learned. It had been a necessity, the only way to survive. After all, she had been a Shaos for years by the time she had been this young witch's age.)

A smile touched her face as Ismenian swayed to the feel of her craft. Raluca's free hand steadied her gently, the softest touch of her fingers to her inner elbow. "Perhaps it was," replied Raluca, "as my Widow's instincts did say that today I needed to be here." Vision webs were not her forte, though she could make them. Often she relied upon her instinct alone, the insights that came from an impromptu Widow's walk through her thoughts and the world around her.

Her eyebrows rose, a touch of amusement at the tone and shift in the demeanor of the young Queen. Did she recognize it herself, Raluca wondered. It was no matter. Raluca released the necklace gently, letting it go so that it hung once more in place. She held her hands together then, eyes sliding shut as she reached within her psychic cabinet. "You flatter me so, to trust in me immediately."

Yet when she opened her eyes and her hands there was a small, intricate looking web resting within. It glittered in the light, colors reflecting back and making it look more translucent. "We'll use this, for now, to get you out of here. Usually, I would prefer one that is made for you specifically but this shall work for the short trip to Tantalus."





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Re: Fire Bright, Fire Out of Sight
« Reply #16 on: Oct 06, 19, 06:56:24 AM »
Ismenian blinked at the concept offered to her, that it was nice to know one was not alone. It was abstract to the young Queen because, for the vast majority of her life other than her mother, the Table Queen (she almost giggled at her new nickname) had been alone. However, she was absolutely able to see the difference between almost alone and completely. She shivered a little at the Lady's smile but at once unable to explain why. It took some further moments to realize what that had been was delight she'd felt. Brushing her hair back behind her ears, Ismene bowed her head and blushed. "A Marku. And he stays with you when he is there and not busy helping you in other ways. That sounds ... wonderful." For a moment there was a sharp, harsh hunger in Ismenian's face that had everything to do with her Caste and the need to touch and be touched but also to gift herself to others. She drew in a slow breath as Raluca's fingers brushed the elbow, terribly sensitive skin. It was wild to Ismenian how hard it was to breathe when someone touched her.

"Well, trusting you is half logic and ... ah ... something else," she explained tangled up in that 'something else' so, Ismenian did what she often did so well and ran from it mentally even though her pulse pounded in her ears. "You outclass me for Jewels, you have life experience I do not possess. Most especially, you are a Black Widow and instantly dangerous regardless of what those Jewels are. If you wanted to hurt me I would already be harmed, in general terms. I understand that might sound terribly mercenary, but I like to be logical about these kinds of issues."

Oh yes, she ignored the one where she imagined sitting in Raluca's lap--

Nope.

Every nope.

Shut UP Brain.


By the time Ismenian stopped stressing about her mind turning against her (it wasn't) she was surprised and pleased with Raluca's work to shore up Lady Kesare's fading efforts. This web was added to the item she already possessed and with it, Ismenian whispered with half a young fool's grace: "Then we'll go, but I think I might follow you anywhere, Lady Raluca." With the presumption and hope that the Black Widow would take her hand for a proper Escort, the Table Queen departed with her new friend with half of a dozen likely incorrect adventure scenarios at Tantalus spinning in her thoughts like brightest fire and being a Queen still learning herself, it was fire completely out of sight.


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