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Author Topic: The play's the thing, to catch the conscience of the king  (Read 857 times)

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Offline Fausta Sacerdos

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Tyella Chiaro had long been known as a playwright and her efforts well attended: by the artsy, by the bored and rich eager to gawk at the product of a once-great and Broken mind, by those who owed some lingering interest or loyalty to the Queen. Fausta herself was no stranger to the theater; while the Priestess would not claim any great artistic sense, she had quietly and faithfully attended each new performance as one of that last group. She could even justify the penchant to her highly-critical family: it was a marvelous venue for one of the Hundred to see and be seen. The opportunity to forge and reaffirm social connection held great value for one of her ilk and was never to be dismissed lightly. And she had more than once had been approached quietly by this citizen or that slave at an event, on the behalf of someone who needed (and could afford) to catch the ear of a Judge of Draega but did not want to be seen doing it overtly. It was the way of business in Hayll, and if some long-dormant part of her spirit twitched uncomfortably with the nagging feeling that the Tyella-who-had-been would have been outraged and appalled that something connected with her had been used this way, Fausta had long grown used to shoving it back down again. Those days were gone and dead.

Or they had been. Now, with the Queen reported to be of clear eye and keen mind once more… perhaps not so gone as they’d all assumed. Certainly this latest effort attested otherwise. Fausta watched the play with first amusement, then a growing sense of curious perplexity and budding disquiet. It all but shouted its support and approval of this new ‘movement of the people’, the Opus Populi. Did the Queen really think it would catch on, or was she just supporting her male’s efforts?  A male who’d been around long enough, a player in Hayll’s long game enough, to known better.  For her own part, she’d privately deemed the movement a charming curiosity and publicly downplayed any mention of concern by her peers. She didn’t like to talk about it or hear it in conversation; it was as a doomed effort by a marginalized idealist with a broken life and broken Queen to make an impact and leave some kind of legacy before fading into the Darkness. It was sad and pitiable, a useful release valve for some of the tensions and pressure that built up among the powerless and unruly in society from time to time, but in the end lacked the resources and power to truly go anywhere. She wouldn’t want it to- a movement fueled by passion and anger without the wisdom and knowledge  to run society that a child of the Hundred was raised with could be very dangerous for a lot of innocents in Hayll. Decadent and spoiled might many of her peers be, but not all were actively evil. They were just people, living the lives the Mother had given them.

If Tyella were taking even this active of a hand in things, that was of great concern to Fausta. In her heart of hearts, the Priestess still hero-worshiped the Lady she’d once served as a ward and didn’t want to believe the Lady would take actions that would hurt the Territory she’d once stood poised to rule, as Opus Populi had the potential to do. What was this in aid of? All the instincts honed in the snake-pit of Hayllian society insisted that someone more was at play here and Fauta aimed to find out what. She’ d been reluctant to approach the Queen in the sanctuary of wherever she called home (could not, really, with how her was set against any reassociation with the Queen), but happening to run into her in a public venue was different.

So unlike past times, Fausta wandered into the after-show party with psychic scent and Jewels entirely unmasked, making her rounds and smiling for society as attendees milled about chatting, eating nibbles and waiting to congratulate or condemn the playwright behind the performance. She did have to weave some calming emotional Craft for herself as a sudden spike of nerves churned her stomach. Would Tyella even remember her? Did she know enough to disapprove of the woman her former ward had become? It was that lingering uncertainty that kept the usually-confident Priestess from approaching Tyella directly, keeping discreet tabs on her from the corner of her eye.  Let Mother Night decide it: if the Queen came to her, so be it, if she failed to notice, Fausta would retire quietly and let her life continue as it had for centuries- successful, yet strangely empty.

Offline Tyella Chiaro

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Re: The play's the thing, to catch the conscience of the king
« Reply #1 on: Nov 04, 18, 07:24:42 AM »
The theatre had provided Tyella a much needed solace when her mind wove a winding path in and out of the Twisted Kingdoms. When she finally surfaced from those dark and foggy roads she had found a new kind of solace in that very success. It had given her a platform to spread a message that was aligned with the movement of the Opus Populi, and also a platform to continue to raise her own profile in the Territory.

The fallen Queen was no longer fallen but working her way back into the hearts and souls of the average Hayllian; somewhere she had once, long ago, been comfortable.

A tremendous amount had changed since Tyella had last been in the Territory’s spotlight. The change was not limited to the Territory or the recovery from the Purge, but also to Tyella herself. She was a very different woman now than she had been when she’d ruled the Leira Province. The Court she had once commanded had long since dissolved and dispersed to the far corners of Hayll. One of her males now was a vintner, others had moved onto service in another Queen’s Court, and one in particular had made a name for herself as a Judge.

Since she had made the decision to rule once more she had spent time, with the aid of Alandro, tracking down the various members of her former Court. The goal was to identify who would be best to call upon to serve again, and who would likely be amenable. The easy choices were her bonded males, and she and Alandro had already started to make plans to visit each of them in turn and call upon their loyalty once again. The harder part was knowing who might have changed in the last two hundred years to the point that serving in a District Court under a Broken Queen might not carry enough interest for them.

Tonight’s performance had been yet another resounding success, and the theatre had been sold out once again. At least with the funds that Tye made here she would not always need to be reliant on Terzo’s generosity. And it would give her something to use to start a Court once again.

Tye was holding a glass of fine Hayllian wine, from her bonded male’s vineyard, but had hardly touched it since entering the after party. Without the Jewels she had once possessed alcohol went straight to her head and she had learned to take it very slowly since her return from the Twisted Kingdoms. However the wine certainly was flowing freely among those in attendance. She scanned the crowd for a moment and her eyes nearly glanced over a Priestess in the midst, but the familiarity of her face made Tye stop and study for a moment.

With little effort she extracted herself from the current conversation she was in and made a line to the Priestess with a warm smile upon her face. Old friends were always welcome in Tyella’s theatre.

“Darkness, but you’ve grown up since I’ve last seen you, Lady Sacerdos.” Tyella said, extending a hand forward to the young Priestess in greeting. “What a lovely surprise to have you in my theatre.” Had word already reached the young woman that Tye was looking to setup Court again? Certainly her name had been discussed but they’d not pursued the Priestess given her illustrious career as a Judge in Draega. A position in a mere District Court could not hold a candle to the importance of the role that she currently held, after all.

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Offline Fausta Sacerdos

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Re: The play's the thing, to catch the conscience of the king
« Reply #2 on: Dec 02, 18, 06:19:35 PM »
So she could still catch the Queen’s eye. Good to know. The question was, was Tyella in search of the former ward, the current Judge, or the Priestess  who’d always been and ever would be? She’d be content with the second of those, but the other two held more potential- not that her family would agree. To them, Lady Chiaro was a fallen star. But they forgot that falling stars made for the best wishing on.

Nor, from the crowd in the threatre and those eager to enter conversation with her, was Tyella as fallen as her peers would consign the former Queen of Leira. The Lady always had a talent for winning friends and influencing people that Fausta had marveled at even as she’d done her best to imitate it since; the wealth and influence of a daughter of the Hundred compensating in some small order for the natural charisma and experienced eye of a ruling Queen. The question was what Tyella meant to do with that attention.

Fausta reached to take the Queen’s offered hand, raising it to her lips in a gentle salute if her former mentor permitted it. “Now that is a talent. With one sentence, you sweep me off my vaunted pedestal as a force of law and order in Hayll and remind me there are still those about who’ve remember the sullen teenager who once plagued Leira before its Queen took her in hand.” But the Priestess smiled and laughed a little as she said it- that knack was part of what she’d always secretly treasured Lady Chiaro for. Mother Night knew her own mother likely couldn’t even recall what she’d been like then, nor would admit she’d grown up since. Fausta would always be a child to do with as she pleased to Julia Sacerdos, Judge or not.

“I’ve been around, now and then. As my duties permitted it.” And as she could justify it to a mother increasingly critical of her renewed attachment to the ‘crazy bitch’. “An interesting effort from you tonight, I thought. I almost thought myself back in Leira, with those themes- one would have thought that in the past?” Fausta pitched her voice to make the last sentence almost questioning, her eyes intent on Tyella’s for a few moments. The words could have been critical, even cruel, but for the note of guarded hope in the Judge’s psychic scent. She would not beg, particularly not in a public forum, but  if something was going on in the Queen’s orbit then she wanted in. She’d always been at her best around Lady Chiaro. For that, she’d even tolerate the worrying note of populism that had been in the play tonight. Fausta trusted Tyella and at the end of the day that would have to do.

Offline Tyella Chiaro

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Re: The play's the thing, to catch the conscience of the king
« Reply #3 on: Mar 10, 19, 10:24:37 AM »
The problem with trying to establish a Court, once again, was that those who had served Tyella had moved on to greater and better things. They had been spared a breaking during the Purge, thanks to her own sacrifice, which had given them an advantage over other Hayllians. During the first dozen years that Tyella was lost to the Twisted Kingdom Terzo had told her that several had hung around with desperate hope that she might return to her former self, her former glory. In those years even a Broken Queen could have found a place to rule, since the Territory had been in desperate need. Over time most of her Court sought other opportunities and Tyella was proud of what they had individually, and collectively, achieved after her sacrifice.

Fausta Sacerdos had been a young ward within her Court all those years ago, and to see what a successful judge she had become warmed Tyella’s heart. She’d grown into a fine woman, and a distinguished one at that.

Tyella laughed softly at Fausta’s comment about their past. One of Tyella’s innate gifts as a ruler and a mentor was to see the true potential that someone possessed, and she had known instinctively that Fausta’s potential was enormous. It had been a pleasure to take on the challenge of bringing the young Priestess into her Court as a Ward. Tyella was grateful she had thought to do so or it was very likely that the Priestess would not have made it to her Offering to receive the Opal.

“You’e grown up into a fine woman and an admiralbe judge,” Tyella complimented with that gentle and encouraging smile she was well known for within her Court. “But I’ll never forget the young Priestess who joined my Court and learned the lessons of morality so many others have forgotten.” She didn’t mention the girl’s antics or the arguments that they’d had on morality. Tyella was common born – which had benefited her understanding of right and wrong. Whereas Fausta was born to the Hundred Families – and those lessons had been more challenging to her.

It came as no surprise that Fausta had picked up on the underlying themes of Tyella’s play. The girl had always been highly intelligent and perceptive. If anyone else had asked such a question Tyella might have had a sharp reply for them, and perhaps a deeper lesson to teach. And though she could not remember seeing Fausta during her time in the Twisted Kingdoms she did know that the Priestess had periodically visited, which indicated to Tye that the woman within still embraced those long-ago teachings. So was she hinting at interest in Tyella’s Court? Perhaps it was too soon to tell.

“I would have thought those themes to be ageless, but it seems some of them have been forgotten over time. I always was good at reminding people of their duty to morality.” The golden eyes carried a seriousness that was belied by the gentle and warm curves of her lips, presenting a smile for anyone watching.

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Re: The play's the thing, to catch the conscience of the king
« Reply #4 on: Apr 15, 19, 04:59:52 PM »
I would have thought some themes to be ageless.

Fausta stared at the Queen for a long moment, unsure whether she was more impressed at Tyella’s integrity or shocked that she could still be so naïve. In truth, this was the crux of the argument they’d been having since Fausta was a willful bitch of a teenager so sure she knew everything. In time, the Priestess had come to see the wisdom of Tyella’s ideals and use the Queen’s behavior as a model for her own. But even then, she’d found it so very hard to live up to those morals. In daily life, she’d never found morality as easy as Lady Chiaro did. Or at least found that real life contained many fewer moral absolutes than seemed to fall into place around the Queen. For a normal person, particularly when one lived as long as they, it was so seductive to slip for the sake of convenience or politics. And centuries had passed since she’d had a minder in that regard- plenty of time to forget some of those lessons the Queen had taught her without anyone around to hold her feet to the fire.

Did Lady Chiaro not realize that she was almost the entirety of her former ward’s moral compass? When right and wrong could be so nebulous and dependent on one’s point of view, asking ‘What would Lady Chiaro do?’ often made a much better guide than her own conscience. Perhaps not, and Fausta was not in any hurry to enlighten her. Selfishness again, or perhaps simply ruthless pragmatism. But she did so want the Queen to think well of her.

“I am honored by your good opinion of me.” The Priestess said instead, at length. “I became a Judge largely at the request” and through the machinations “of my family.” Her mother and uncle had been pleased that she had ascended to such a prestigious position, so better to wield influence on behalf of the family. “I had hoped to do some good with it, in your memory.”

“I will be usually honest and admit that some of those themes tonight –and their nonfictional counterparts- do worry me. Hope and equality are fine things in theory, but when given to those who have never known either….” She shook her head. “Some of them might be less reasonable than you about it. And there are still some decent men and women among the Hundred. If it were anyone but you spreading these sentiments” and Lord Ortona, yes, but as her bonded male it all came back to Tyella anyway “I would be more worried. As it is,” Fausta raised her head to look the Queen in the eye again. “I hope you know you have my support. In whichever capacity you should wish it, in your future endeavors. Always.” The Priestess might be morality-confused at times, but her loyalty had the virtue of being true when she chose to gift it.

The declaration was as close as she would allow herself to come to asking to ‘come home’, as it were. And if the Queen thought she served better in her current role, Fausta would keep her word and do it. Service needn’t be direct, even if that was what she would prefer.

 

 

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