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Serendipity is not always a good thing
« on: Feb 01, 19, 07:23:42 PM »
(Takes place after A new frontier comes new hope, Winter 193 PP)

Shu had little barter on him. Apart from what little meat was left in his chillbox he had nothing left to his name after he reserved a room. It was...different! Pleasurable, having the bed. The room was a bunch scrunched and there were little amenities apart from the necessities but compared to wood-built lean-toos and campfires it was heaven. That just meant he had nothing to eat, or furs to trade to work with. He need to resupply, as money was largely a foreign concept to him.

The woods in the mountains were a different beast than Shu was used to. The trees here were thick and the rocky inclines made for an altogether experience hunting. Shu had little experience tracking in places where there wasn't dirt. He had to go back to the basics if he wanted to catch any game. He climbed up a thick tree and settled on a branch, what little meats he had left he left out in as open area as he could find...and waited. His chillbox was tucked in adjacent branches so he could rustle through it for water and then waited.

He sat in the tree for two hours. Two whole HOURS, waiting for something to come along. He was half-asleep, regardless the daytime, when rustling of the underbrush startled him awake. He eyed his bait and saw, low and behold, a lean wolf prowl toward the clump of meat that sat exposed. Shu adjusted himself, pulling Xingong from it's resting position and the arrows he balanced on adjacent branches. He knocked an arrow and began to aim as he drew back.

Using his bow was an endurance. The strength of it's draw was tremendous and pulling it back was the equivalent of a day's worth of exercise for someone of Shu's build. Especially since he had no leverage with his legs everything was the waist-up. He kept with it though, always using his bow at any and every opportunity in an effort to increase his strength. No one would want him if he wasn't strong and he couldn't fight and serve if he wasn't strong. That is what Women wanted out of their Males. Strength. Power. Shu was weak. While Yawen-san cultivated his mind, how she could given his circumstances, strength he believed was what Women wanted most. The Tang were just more egalitarian, asking for strength of mind as much as body. Shu had neither and needed one.

The wolf had gobbled the meat into it's jaws by the time Shu, through gritted-teeth knocked the bow back and aimed at the wolf's head. Steady breathing. Aim with the eyes, the body will do the rest....then...

*TWANG*

The arrow rocketed from the bow and sheered through the air with a whistle of speed, colliding into the wolf's skull and knocking it over on it's side enough to slide along the dirt-covered rock. Siimultaneous came a loud *CRACK* as the arrow buried itself into the stone, pinning the now dead wolf to the earth and the body sliding around in a circle. The wolf jerked several times, the meat falling out of it's mouth as it shivered...then died.

A wolf pelt.

It was Winsol!

"Oooh man." He grabbed his things, vanished the chillbox and started climbing down the tree. "A wolf! That'll last me for at least a week." By the looks of it the wolf was strong and muscular, plenty of meat on the bone to last a good while. The pelt looked unmarred too by scabs, scars or the effects of the animal kingdom. He could probably weasel two days worth at the inn if he could properly skin it.

Today just couldn't go wrong.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #1 on: Feb 05, 19, 06:11:04 PM »
Ory had her bow with her for protection purposes, along with a short knife on her hip and her rather trademark cleaver vanished and freshly sharpened in her psychic cabinet, but the main purpose of her little jaunt into the woods closest to her house was more a need to get out and connect with the land and her mountains more than it was about hunting. She'd made the excuse that she was going to check the traps, and she was, but mostly she just needed a bit of fresh air. Ever since she'd taken the step up to District Queen, she'd started feeling a bit claustrophobic. Not in a dire, mothernighti'mgonnadiegetmeoutofhere sort of way. Just more in a give. me. roooooooooom. sort of way. There was a difference, and thankfully she didn't need to articulate it - because the males closest to her seemed to understand her struggle.

Well, mostly.

They were also very protective. Of course, they'd always been protective - but she felt like it was more than usual. It almost reminded her of the few weeks when she was a kid that immediately followed the attack on her and her family. Everyone had gathered close then, too, insisting that she never go anywhere alone - even into her own backyard! Okay, so what if her backyard was a mountain full of thick forests, wild beasts, shadows, and a lot of places to hide? It was still her home.

The first time she'd snarled at Shan was when he'd put his foot down about her going off on her own in the forest. A Queen needed escorts, needed to be protected. The forest was dangerous, and while he respected her independence he wasn't going to risk her and neither should she and so on. Shan, of course, had remained perfectly calm the whole time - which had only made her more frustrated. It had been a sure challenge to calm herself down enough to try and negotiate a compromise out of the frustrating Warlord Prince. In the end, she'd failed, had whined to Soren, and Ren had come back some hours later with the stipulation that she could go a certain distance into the forest right around the house on her own as long as two escorts knew she was going and that she checked in frequently. Sigh.

So she was out here, 'checking the traps' and just spending some alone-time with the wintery woods mostly by herself. Mykal was back at the house and had been checking in with her periodically and there was another escort lurking somewhere near by that was keeping discreet tabs on her. For her part, Ory was doing a fairly decent job pretending that this wasn't the case and that she was perfectly allowed to wander her own backyard on her own without fricking supervision.

Even when she spotted the wolf.

In fact, especially when she spotted the wolf. She paused, then sank down low to the ground, hiding herself among the brush as she drew an arrow and notched it to her bow. This, as it would turn out quite quickly, was completely unnecessary - because not a second after she'd settled herself there was a sharp TWANG and then a SHBOOM and then an odd whistling sound and Ory was knocked back onto her ass, her eyes wide.

Because what she had just seen could not have been possible. Wolves did NOT fly.

But this one.. had. One second it was standing there, not ten feet from her, and the next it flew sharply to the side... except.

It took a second for what her eyes were seeing to catch up to her brain. An arrow was locking the wolf into hard rock. The beast was dead and someone was... singing?

Oryon blinked and looked over to see a boy scramble joyfully down from a tree and prance in utmost elation over to his kill. She stared, dumbstruck, for several long minutes as he crossed over and then began to tug the arrow free to unlock the wolf from the stone. Or, well, try. This difficulty didn't seem to dampen his spirits though, he was still humming.

Slowly, she pushed herself up to stand and stepped out of the brush. She still had her own bow in one hand and the unnotched arrow in the other, her expression bemused.

"Umm, hello...? Did you just...? I mean, was that an arrow that did that?" Surely not. But then, it definitely looked like it.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #2 on: Feb 05, 19, 06:44:10 PM »
"Hmm hmm hm hmmm..." A lullaby his father would sing to him when he was younger was the tone of the day. He didn't remember the words. He just remembered the tune. He hopped to the ground and slung Xingong over his shoulder and pulled a skinning knife from inside his pocket.

The wolf was dead, thankfully, by the time Shu got to it. He even poked it with a stick to make sure it was dead. Some beasts, the more predatory kind, didn't go down without a fight even with a killshot like this one. With proof that the wolf wasn't moving he knelt down and closed his eyes.

"Thank you Mother Night for this bounty. You're the best." He then got up, put his foot on a nearby rock and pulled on his arrow.

Another problem with Xingong was that it's absurd power gave for absurd after-effects. It can kill whatever it aims at with the problem of then having to gouge out every arrow it uses. Wooden arrows explode on impact and so he uses lightweight arrows made of metal instead - something that can handle it's draw power - and made with Craft to enhance their durability. Bent metallic arrows are just as worthless as wooden ones and reforging them saps their strength over time. The result is reusable arrows for a bow seven times too strong...but are a pain in the ass to dig out, because it buries itself into everything.

"Hmm hmm hm hmmm....HMPPPPPHHHH. Hmm hmm hm hmmm...HMMMMPPPHHH." Humming along with the heave, twisting and jiggling the arrow to try to get it loose enough to pull up. After an upteen dozen tries he started to call upon his Yellow to yank it out of the rock when a foreign voice echoed in the woods.

"Umm, hello...? Did you just...? I mean, was that an arrow that did that?"

Shu turned to look at her. She was pretty, low-born by her apparel and Blood by the Jewels visible on her person. Finally! Dealing with the Steward-Proxy gave him the feeling he had been dealing with nothing but the upper crust, where he shouldn't be, so a fellow non-upper crust came as a relief. The way she was holding her bow and the general posture of her suggested she was no stranger to the art of the bow. A woman who could hold her own. That must be why she was alone and now with a male cohort to act upon her behalf. She's cool.

"Yes? Well...no. I mean yes. Both the arrow and the bow? I suppose?" He offered to her in shy response, turning back to summon his yellow and with a generous heave pulled the arrow out of the rock. The release made him stagger back several feet and once he regained his footing he looked over his arrow to check it for damage.

"The arrowhead got nicked. I'll have to fix it later." He unscrewed the head from the shaft and put it in a pouch on his belt and then vanished the arrow.

With that done he approached Ory, giving a light bow at the waist. I apologize. I'm Shu Lin. I'm visiting Rookwood and needed to catch some game for barter. What is your name?" He rose and then scratched the back of his head. "I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm still working out how to deal with all the racket. Xingong likes to make her presence known."

He walked over to the wolf and with a simple gesture of craft, lifted the body of the wolf for transport. "Are you out here hunting too? You want to help me skin the wolf? There's more than enough meat to share." Assuming that anyone out here hunting was like him - trying to feed themselves or their family and with an adult male wolf slain there was plenty of muscle and meat on the bone that Shu could probably last a week alone on it. More than enough to go around to someone who might need it.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #3 on: Feb 05, 19, 07:01:48 PM »
Ory's eyes widened a bit before she grinned as the odd, foreign male responded to her question. Both the arrow and the bow? Well, she supposed that would make sense - considering that the power of an arrow (or at least the bulk of it) really did rest in the design and draw of the bow that loosed it. The arrow was the vessel that delivered that strength and power to the target - and so it's power was focused there, on being a vessel and on how it was going to deliver the force and strength given to it by the bow and the draw of the archer. Or at least, that was what she'd been taught. Maybe she wasn't a warrior, but she was a hunter - and in order to make a successful, clean kill, a hunter needed to know her weapons.

"That's wicked," she breathed through her grin as he finally managed to release his arrow from the stone, took it apart, and vanished the shaft before returning to his business with the dead wolf. There was a certain giddy flutter in her belly as she thought of a bow and arrow that could send a wolf flying like that and even after driving into the beast's head lodge the arrowhead several inches deep into solid stone. Whoa!! Mari would get a HUGE kick out of that! She wondered how far the arrow could fly, and what the accuracy was. Had to be pretty damn good, unless the wolf was a lucky shot - because that was a dead-on hit.

She was bouncing a little bit on her toes, a bright and friendly grin still on her face, when the stranger turned to her with a belated introduction and a polite bow. Slipping her arrow back into her small, compact little quiver, she returned the gesture.

"I'm Ory. And it's okay - the coolness is definitely well worth the startling." Her grin widened to reveal a dimple in one cheek and she hooked her thumbs into her pocket. "And sure, I can help you skin it if you want - but I don't need any. I was out here checking traps but mostly just to clear my head. I live nearby." Which reminded her that it was really kind of odd that he was hunting here.

"Soren told me about you, I think," she said musingly, nodding though the remembering of the conversation she and her Steward'd had just the other day. A boy, foreign, who'd come to town because of...

Her eyes widened. "Oh! Wait, you're the one who found moonsteel. All the way in Tacea! Yeah, Soren said you would be staying in town. I was going to swing by the inn and say hello." And ask a few more questions, too, but she wasn't going to pester him just now. For the third or ninth time in the short encounter where she could have, and probably should have, said something about how he really shouldn't be hunting in her backyard especially with a explody-bow sort of contraption (oh, and that she was the District Queen), she forgot. Instead, she grinned.

"You can keep the meat from the wolf, it's your kill. But you should come by for dinner anyway. We usually make extra in case we get a visitor. That, and the boyos are always hungry so its not like leftovers last long anyway."

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #4 on: Feb 05, 19, 07:43:51 PM »
She knew him from the Proxy Steward? Rookwood was weird.

The Courts, to Shu's knowledge, didn't associate themselves with the low-born. They were focused on more important affairs than to be harassed by the general day to day affairs, including their Male servitors. Yet for some reason since arriving here everyone in the village treated the Court more like neighbors rather than the rightful nobility they were. It was...jarring to say the least. Culture shock would be more appropriate if Shu understood what 'culture' meant.

"You know Lord Iliescu?" He blinked a few times and before he could ask anything of the topic she immediately knew his purpose here. He blinked at her, more culture shock, of the fact that the Male had spread his presence already to the entire village or at least for this one. He suspected some odd looks. After all, how many people look liked him in Dena Nehale?
This however wasn't different. The Court was talking about him, to other people in the village. I knew I shouldn't have gone to the Court. He got a bad feeling all of a sudden.

Maybe he was making moles out of an anthill. Lord Ilescu is merely a servant. Not the Steward. Naturally the others have servants too. Maybe that is why everyone is so cozy talking about the Court? Because they know the servants, tasked by the Ladies of the Court to ingratiate with the commons while the Court fulfills it's duties. He still couldn't shake suspicion, even with that idea in his head.

"Ummm..." He cleared his throat. "Y-yes. My father was a blacksmith in service to a warrior of the Tang Clan, my mother. He, and my mother, passed in a volcano eruption. Mother died in the evacuation. Father died on the island...somewhere. I went to look for him to make sure he received his last rites, but I couldn't find him." His attitude became more morose as he spoke. "But I found the shard among his works at what was left of our house, along with work notes that spoke of Dena Nehale, and Rookwood. He was trying to figure out what it was, and since I couldn't secure his last rites, I'm here to honor him by completing his work instead."

He planned on returning to Zhong. He would ensure his Father received his last rites. Be damned if he burned to death in doing so. But he needed to be stronger, more sure and ready. He knew he was on a time limit before what was left would be gone forever. But he wasn't ready. He needed to learn to be. How? He was still working on that.

He slung Xingong from his shoulder and began the process of un-stringing it. The blackwood bow was, just like everything else, a pain in the ass to string. Unlike drawing it however Shu learned how to properly string and unstring Xingong long ago. using Craft to bend the bow on itself as he struggled to bend it the rest of the way to unstring it.

Before he did however he looked over at Ory and looked at his bow. It should be okay right? Just this once? He stopped the process and offered the bow to Ory to look at it. "Blackwood with horsehair. Craft design in the woodwork makes it pliable without losing it's natural tension." He bit his lower lip as he offered to let her look at it. Xingong was his most prized possession. Maybe someday in the future people would tell tales of the bow like they do so many other prized artifacts or heroes. A living legend in it's own right. He felt it deserved it. Xingong had taught him much, by virtue of how absurd it was. He never would have learned as much as he did about the bow, how they work and how to make them better without Xingong showing him the way nor be as strong as he was without his continued attempts to master the Starstriker.

"Xingong." He said the bow's name. "Means 'strikes the stars'." He offered a metallic arrow to Ory.

At the offer of dinner he shook his head viciously. "No no no. I wouldn't want to intrude on your family." Believing her discussion of 'boyos' to be family members. He also didn't know anyone in Rookwood enough to feel comfortable in their home. Such things were Big Deals. "The wolf will offer a great dinner. Better than what I have been having due to travel." Nothing but things that grow on plants. Ugh.

"You must be an important Lady in Rookwood if your family must compensate for visitors rather than the Court." He couldn't smudge the logic there. The Courts were busy and not all visitors deserved their attention.


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« Reply #5 on: Feb 21, 19, 09:47:29 AM »
"Hm? Oh, Ren? Yeah, we've known each other for ages," Ory confirmed with a smile, her eyebrow quirking up curiously. Did he.. not realize that she was the Queen? That was weird. Even living most of her life out here in the mountains, or maybe because of it, Oryon Rivers was kind of used to everyone knowing who she was. Even with all the newcomers recently - they still knew who she was. There was only Queen in these parts, and she was it, so even if they didn't know her personally, they were usually able to figure it out right quick. Then again, this fellow here was from an entirely different Territory. Maybe they had Queens out the ears and it wasn't at all unusual to find one meandering in any old forest, so coming across one just.. wasn't that odd or notable a thing for him.

Her head tilted as she watched him, listening to his tale - and for a moment she forgot the curiosity of his apparent misconception about who she was, or rather, who she wasn't.

Instead her eyes widened and she leaned forward a little bit. "Holly Hellmaidens. No kidding? That's like some kind of an epic quest right out of a storybook!" And a part of her that had never deigned it necessary to grow up very much wanted to aid him in his noble quest.

Her eyes widened further when he brought down his bow and any confusion she might have had about the way he needed to pull on craft and huff and puff to unstring the magnificent thing was stymied by his offer of it to her. A little giddy, she reached out her hands and took it gingerly. Well, she would have, anyway - if the thing didn't weigh about nine-thousand pounds. "Oof!" she grunted, then laughed, managing to catch herself before she dropped it, not expecting the weight. With more strength than one might expect from a slender little thing like herself (living in the mountains had given her considerable muscle, though in the winter-time it was hard to tell), she turning it this way and that, appreciating it.

"She's beautiful," she applauded in proper admiration before handing the magnificent thing back to him. Immediately after, she grinned and shook her head at his expression of not wanting to intrude. She was about to say that of course it would be no problem, and that she'd love for him to come over if only so she could pick his brain about his epic quest and the extraordinary bow - when he went on to say that she must be someone important around here if she was offering up her home to travelers, all host-like and such.

Ory blinked, then she grinned.

"Well I mean, I guess you could say that. Sorry, maybe I should have properly introduced myself before now. I'm Oryon Rivers, the Queen of Iasi District. These woods here are right behind my Residence." She gestured around them, then back to the male, still a friendly smile on her face.

"Welcome to Rookwood, Lord... Lin, right?" She tilted her head thoughtfully, plucking the name from her memory of her conference with Soren.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #6 on: Feb 21, 19, 11:50:21 AM »
It wasn't uncommon for male servants to be more in touch with the commons. That Oryon knew Lord Illescu didn't phase him and shed a bit of light on why he was so talkative to her. "Thank you." He offered to her as he took the bow back, unstrung it using the same method he was going to use before and vanished it along with the arrow he offered her.

He took his bow back and unstrung it the same way he was going to before then vanished both it and the arrow. He went to pick up the wolf to haul it for skinning when she formally introduced herself.

I'm Oryon Rivers, the Queen of Iasi District.

She was a Queen? Not just any Queen she was THE Queen? The District Queen. But...but that didn't make any sense! She was outside! In the dirt! She should be in the Court handling the affairs of state and letting servants handle outdoors affairs! No. She couldn't be a Queen!

And so he sensed her, and felt the not-at-all-familiar Caste of a Queen practically saying 'see?' to his senses.

But. But she was ALONE. OUTSIDE. He just talked to a Queen! Out of turn! He didn't request a meeting and he didn't follow the proper channels. He wanted to say that Oryon had baited him if his train of thought could muster that line of thinking. Instead it was just snapping a mile a minute of both how utterly ridiculous the situation was, the fact that he broke practically all rules of decorum and was apparently poaching on her private residence. Courts were walled, isolated buildings away from the rest of the city! How did he know where the Court's private land ended and began? It was this stupid town! This stupid backwater hole and it's stupid backwater rules.

His brain snapped in so many different directions all at once, whether to prostrate for his affrontedness or offer his life for the insult he committed to the point that Shu just pointed fainted.

*thump*


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« Reply #7 on: Mar 16, 19, 05:17:27 PM »
*thump*

Oryon blinked, and stared - then she blinked again and stared some more. Then her eyes widened in horror. Mo-ther-Night! She'd killed him! But HOW?! They were just TALKING! She hadn't DONE anything! .... HAD SHE?????

"Lord...? Lord!!" Ory rushed forward and skidded to her knees beside him, instantly reaching out on the Yellow for Mykal to come quickly and come now as she gently shook the young Warlord, leaning over him to peer into his face.

She checked his breathing. Not dead!

But.. not waking up either. Okay, so maybe he woken up for about two seconds, then he passed out again - and by the time Mykal showed up Ory was beside herself with freaking out. She babbled a summary of events at her First Escort as he lifted the smaller man and they headed back to the house, with one of the other First Circle males coming to collect the deer since obviously Ory had her hands full with fainting foreigners.

Hanna, the Court Healer, was called to check up on him - but appaerntly there was nothing necessarily wrong with him. He'd just.. passed out. Ory was hardly reassured, but she trusted Hanna's judgement, and when the Healer suggested that after some rest and food he would likely be just fine, Ory set about to make sure that he would get just that.

Until the additions could be started after the spring thaw, they didn't have any extra bedrooms at the house at the moment, so instead Ory and Mykal arranged the Warlord on the bigger of the two couches in the living room, bundled in blankets just in case - though there was a comforting fire already crackling in the hearth. Not wanting to overwhelm him when he woke up (since he seemed to have more of a delicate consitution, fainting like that!) Ory then sent everyone else out of the house. Okay, not everyone. Mykal was there with her, just upstairs, and Shan wasn't far either and one of the other escorts in her First Circle was out back chopping firewood for the community pile in the village hall. But the house was mostly empty.

Ory herself was in the kitchen, fixing up the stew for dinner.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #8 on: Mar 17, 19, 08:30:41 AM »
Shu dreamed.

It was like most of his dreams. It was a dream of fire and death. Misery and loss. Reliving the loss of his family, night after night, to the flames of the volcano. Firerocks smashing buildings, magma rolling over his neighborhood like a creeping doom scorching everything in it's path. All it took was a touch and the thick, slow river would ignite anything from houses to lights aflame. What green there was, though there was little of it, merely served as fuel for the volcano's wrath.

This time others intruded upon his personal nightmare. He ran from the destruction into the arms of his tutor. Yawen, who seemed none the wiser, scolded him for lapsing in his reading and thrust books into his arms. The books spontaneously combusted from the heat and before she realized it, the creeping doom of the magma grabbed her by the ankles and she fell to her knees screaming in pain and terror. The magma crept over her like an ooze until she was nothing more than the rocks the magma flowed with. He dreamt of a Queen, Oryon, with the male steward, calling for everyone to get on the boat to leave but the boat she guided him to and her along with it exploded when a fireball crushed it beneath the waves and turned the ocean into a pit of flame and screaming terror.

There was nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Mother Night deemed them unworthy to live on the island that offered so much with so little. The volcano did her work and destroyed everything. Consumed everything. All Shu could do was curl up in a ball and cry. His father stopped him, his last words ringing in his ear to get to the boat so he could find his mother and get her to the evacuation ships then he was gone. Shu ran after him telling him not to go. To leave with him, that mother would be alright. He ran into the smoke and ash and found himself surrounded by flame and rock and stone. The stone was the strange material, Moonsteel, that had brought him to Dena Nehale in the first place. Ash and smoke seductively fed itself into his nose and mouth making him cough and wheeze.

The magma came with it. The creeping death. Slowly crawling toward him like a sickness. There was nowhere to hide. It would find him eventually. It would find him and consume him. Slowly and intimately as it did all the others. It practically dared him to run. When he tried, the magma sucked at his feet and the pain brought him to his knees then to his face. The magma swallowed him whole one inch at a time, bursting Shu into flames that made him cry out in both protest, fear and pain.


The echo of the fire glittered in his eye when he awoke, fading away with his unconsciousness. His eyes opened and was greeted with fire. Panic set in, his heart racing as he almost knocked the couch over to flee from the flames but got snared by the magma that had offered it's deadly promise to him moments before. The heavy magma twisted itself around him and brought him to the floor bringing Shu before the creeping maw of the volcano.

Then wakefulness fully kicked in and Shu realized that his body and surroundings were not aflame. It was a fire, cracking and burning in a fireplace. There was no heavy magma, it was merely a blanket. He was in a room fit for nobility. Only the nobility would have need of a room dedicated solely to comfort. He had never seen one before but the things Yawen made him read as part of her tutoring had described such chambers in them. Why would he be in a noble's household? More importantly, a noble household with no one nearby?

That is when it hit him. The events prior to fainting hit him like a sledgehammer. The woods with the wolf, the friendly lady who was a Queen that Shu blatantly spoke to out of turn. No formalities, no decorum, no reverence. He had thought she was a commoner for crying out loud! No wonder Mother Night tortured him with magma-dreams. He, a male, practically spat on Her chosen's shoes. He must be in the Big House then, brought here to be submitted to summary judgement. Or worse, expulsion. A part of him wished the blanket was magma then. If he were to be judged...where were the judges?

He stepped out of the living room and found the place practically abandoned instead. No guards looming at the door, not even a servant to run off and tell someone he was awake - his awakening itself would have alerted someone. It was unnervingly quiet. Dreadfully so. It must be some weird custom in Dena Nehale - isolating those who would dare reach beyond their place. He had only ever been to the office of the Steward leaving the rest of the house unnervingly...unknown.

Run he thought. The house was empty. A look out the window showed no line of guards waiting for him to leave. He could just...go. Leave the Big House. Leave Dena Nehale and go back home. This wouldn't have happened if he had just kept his head down and followed along with the refugees rather than get up swept up in an ideal fantasy like honoring his father's spirit that sent him thousands of miles away to a land he didn't know to meet a people he didn't understand. If he hadn't he wouldn't have messed up and committed such a faux pas.

But if he ran, then he would dishonor his mother along the same vein. Honor. He had to own his mistakes. Not just own them but learn from them. Sure it meant getting kicked out of Rookwood or dying...but if he ran he would dishonor both his parents. If he didn't, and died, he'd just dishonor one - his father - for not completing his work.

So he explored the house or rather, he slowly wandered the house and observed all the closed doors save one which hinted at the smell of good food. I'm starving. Must be a kitchenette. Wait. Noble home. Kitchen. A room dedicated to the sole art of cooking food. Shu was more accustomed to the 'kitchen' being just some corner rather than a whole room. When he stepped into the doorway he saw Ory, the Queen whom he basically flung dung on her shoes, cooking food.

It was then that Shu came to the firm conclusion that Dena Nehale was a strange and alien place. What Queen cooked food? That is what the males were for. To serve, attend her, so that she could manage the affairs of her Clan. At this rate however he was suspicious that Clans didn't exist at all since Oryon didn't act like any Queen he had imagined. To her credit though, Shu had never met a Queen before her. Not once. Not ever. Even when his father took him to the District leadership he never once laid eyes on the Queen. Only attendants.

Which reminded him of the reason why he was going to be punished in the first place. He had spoken to her out of turn, just casually talked to her as if she was some random passerby on the street with no reverence for her status and no respect for her station. If Oryon...no, Queen Rivers, wanted to talk to him then she would talk to him. Not the other way around. Walking into the kitchen would just be asking for more insult.

He slowly turned, planning to wait in the living room for her or whomever she deemed fit to send on her behalf to deal with him.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #9 on: Apr 01, 19, 11:39:37 AM »
The floorboards right around the kitchen and down the main hall had always creaked. This wasn't a sign of disrepair, but rather that these were the paths tread the most and thus the wood was more worn and loose than in other areas of the house. So it was actually quite impressive that the visitor had been able to get to the kitchen without stirring up any noises or alerting anyone to his movements. His retreat, however, was loud enough that Mykal probably heard it from where he was lingering just upstairs - if he wasn't already aware of the young Warlord's state of wakefulness through whatever mysterious methods he had of his own.

Ory also heard the creak, and turned to face it with a smile.

"Oh! You're up. Good. Come in and have a seat at the table. The stew is just about done anyway, and it's probably best if you at least get the chance to eat before everyone else gets home." Not that she thought he wouldn't manage to get any otherwise - she was confident that they had enough, but whether the skittish Warlord would have the stomach for food once her males filled up the space was another matter entirely. Sure, Lord Lin was familiar with Soren already, but considering he'd fainted earlier... well, she didn't want to push her luck, and next time the poor thing passed out he might actually hurt himself.

The Yellow Jeweled Queen stared at Shu patiently until he sat down, her expression a pleasant, warm sort of neutral. Night, she hoped she wasn't intimidating him. Was it too much for him to handle? A Queen out and about with weapons, talking about hunting and the like? What was it like where he was from? Moreover, how had he been able to make it all the way up the side of the mountain with such a weak constitution. Was he not eating?

Well, that was about to be settled, at least.

"How are you feeling, Lord?" she asked gently, pouring and placing a glass of water before him.

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #10 on: Apr 01, 19, 09:29:05 PM »
Fear gripped at him when he heard her call out to him before he could leave. He froze in place, crushing his eyelids shut on the vain hope that she was a figment of his imagination or that he was just mind-gaming himself. It wasn't true though. She had called out to him and offered him a place at her table, complete with stew set out for him.

He turned, eyeing the dining table and the bowl. His stomach practically did somersaults at the smell of it. Food. Shu hadn't had a good home-cooked meal in months. It was rare to eat something that had the tender care home-cooked meals had. Shu was used to just burning meat and eating it, possibly throwing pepper on it if he wanted to spoil himself.

He knew better than saying anything. He bowed, deeply at this point and more or less ghosted into the kitchen and toward the table as if expectant Oryon was going to launch out and stab him. He reached the seat with the bowl of stew and slowly sat down, half-expecting the stew to be poisoned. A dishonorable killing, for a dishonorable male. He sighed, content with his fate.

Contrary to his feelings that he had affronted a Queen, spoke out of turn, disrespected her place all in the span of ten seconds his stomach didn't care for social mores. Shu feasted. Not yet learning to savor the flavor his stomach demanded it all at once and his spoon-hand delivered with ravenous speed. If it was poisoned? At least it tasted great.

When she asked him how he was feeling he suddenly stopped eating, set the spoon down and returned to a position that suggested obsequiousness. "...I understand what I did, L-lady." He managed to get out. "...I m-mistreated you and s-s-spoke out of turn and ugh...didn't g-g-give you proper courtesy. And.." He expected her question to mean 'don't you realize what you did wrong?', a pandering way to punish him. His expectation led him to try with all two gears in his head to muster everything he did wrong in their encounter. "And I ugh...I entered your home without approval." Suggesting his leaving the living room for the main hall.

"I just!...I didn't know you were a Queen though! Err, Lady!" He protested, attempting to act as if she was about to level a punishment. "Queen's don't leave their Court! It wasn't fair! If I had known I would have been proper! Honest!" He looked at his bowl of possible-poison soup with resignation. "Just..Just PLEASE don't kick me out of town? I have to fulfill my father's work. I'll pay any price you want, just don't take my father's honor as payment. I beg of you."

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #11 on: Apr 19, 19, 10:23:45 AM »
Never in her life had Oryon met or interacted with someone like Shu. Poor thing absolutely dove into his soup - and then when she asked him how he was (a simple enough question, or so she'd thought) he went off like he expected her to... to... put him in the stocks or something! (Not that Rookwood had stocks, granted she'd certainly threatened it to her males playfully when they were being pains in the ass.)

"Uh.."

Oryon moved slowly, taking a seat at the table beside him. Maybe putting them more at eye level with each other would help him feel more.. at ease. Or at least less freaked out?

"Hey now, it's alright," she said softly, reaching out and placing a hand on his wrist. The touch was light, and she let some of her Touch flow through it - a feeling of calm and reassurance that should bring with it the leveling effect a Queen had on the emotional stability of those around her. A Queen's Touch had the greatest effect on her own bonded, of course, but most Queens could offer it to those not bound to them by Mother Night to at least some extent - and Ory was just trying to get the male to realize she wasn't trying to.. to hurt him or something.

"I don't know what the culture is surrounding Queens or meetings where you're from, but you didn't offend me or anything. You were very polite." She smiled. "And I liked talking shop with you. As for entering my home without approval, you certainly did have approval, considering we brought you here while you were unconscious." She gave a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry if all that upset you." Maybe he was just.. particularly delicate. She wished she'd thought to have Flavie on standby...

"I am not going to kick you out of town, Lord Lin," she reassured, patting his wrist. "And I certainly would never dream of costing you your father's honor."

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Re: Serendipity is not always a good thing
« Reply #12 on: Apr 19, 19, 10:12:16 PM »
As Oryon calmed him down Shu became even more confused.

Were this Tacea, the idea of waltzing up to a Queen and chatting with her as if she was the neighbor down the street would be unimaginable. Especially so if she was alone. If anyone with a right mind had seen him, he would have been impaled on sight. Not only would he have been a stranger to the Queen but the unspoken assumption that he, a male, was within his right to speak openly and equally to a woman, a Queen no less, would have even made commoners gasp.

Shu had never experienced the Queens' Touch before. He also didn't know what the Queen's Touch was. When she rested her hand on his wrist he didn't flinch but braced instead, expecting a wave of pain and torment as part of his punishment to remind him of his place in the world. Instead he felt...weird. Strange, but in a good way. It was as if his anxiety bundled itself up in a ball and then one strip at a time everything that had built up within him: his fear of reprimand, his self-flagulation for his stupidity, the worry of failing his father, the innocent confusion toward the situation receded away. They remained somewhere in his thoughts for sure but now they were passing thoughts drifting in one moment only to fade away the next. It stilled his heartbeat and helped his shoulders to relax a touch. His palms weren't sweating anymore and the nervous twitches of expecting some form of corporal punishment began to cease until the only thing that remained was an ambivalent focus. A chance to put himself in order. A chance to breathe.

The strangeness came in after that brief moment of stability passed and his brain chug-chug-chugged to catch up and realize that for some reason he wasn't really anticipating some devious punishment. He was more satisfied with his full-belly of good food than what had happened...but why? He should be. Yet it didn't seem as important as it used to be. That is what made Shu both relax and have a really weird look on his face. It was the same face he made when Yawen tried to explain math to him. It was the look any male might have the first time they enjoy the Queen's Touch.

With the imminent fear of corporal punishment, or worse, passed Shu took the opportunity to drink the rest of his soup. Complete with taking the bowl in both hands and drinking the rest of the contents away. Shu didn't like leftovers. They could spoil. He put the bowl down and wiped his mouth with the arm not touched by Oryon. "That's really good soup!" He said, a beaming smile of someone content with his very full belly. "Home meals are the best. I don't have them very often." He then pursed his lips, realizing that the niceties must be observed. She's a Queen, Shu. Don't mess this up! "I mean. T-thank you for the soup, L-lady."

He put his spoon back in the bowl and slid it from him. As much as the Queen's Touch calmed his nerves and gave him a clarity he hadn't had five minutes ago there was still so much that was nagging at his brain. Women, most of all Queens, don't cook for Males. It's vice-versa. Oryon should be telling Shu to cook, or to clean, or to do something. Not sitting here tending to him as if HE was the most important person in the room. He wasn't. He felt a headache in his future incoming...and he didn't have nearly enough coin or goods to barter for a tonic.

Dammit.

"Y-you didn't upset me. Err..Lady." Nervousness lightly colored his face. "Just. Zhong, where I am from. Queens are the most noble of the female castes. They deserve r-reverence and respect, for the tasks they do for everyone. They're s-super important. Mother Night's chosen agents. Men aren't supposed to. You know." He shrugged, as if expecting Oryon to know, obviously, that without the proper reverences it would be an affront to associate with them without recognition and allowance to do so. After a moment he remembered she said she had no clue what life was like back home...and so he indulged. "Talk to them so..." what was the best term to use? "Openly, without the proper r-r-reverences. It's an insult. Suggests we're equals which isn't true."

As Shu spoke he didn't speak of a person oppressed or downtrodden, stratified as he made it sound. His tone implied that it was normal or expected that everyone acted this way. If his tone betrayed anything it was confusion that HE had to explain ANYTHING to a Queen. "I'd never met a Q-Queen before. Father said I'd know them when I met one because they have a super-special scent that no one else has and if I did to show them the reverences." There of course were no formal 'reverences' in Tacea. It was merely how he was taught the relationship between Men and Women and how to show respect in interacting with them. Eyes downcast (and was why Shu never looked Oryon in the eye, her chin was more fascinating), waiting until spoken to, don't speak out of turn, fulfill any task requested of you and never, ever, ask a woman to perform a task that you yourself can do on your own. Women are busy, Queens especially and don't have time to perform meager affairs for lazy men. With Queens it was doubly important given their status and any infraction was just that more insulting. His father described the reverences as a way to ensure that any female Shu would meet would understand that he knew his place as servant first and that the woman would never fear Shu making assumptions or over-stepping his bounds.

"And I didn't?" He pointed out to the Queen. "So...I thought you were going to punish me for insulting you."

 

 

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