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Author Topic: Evette Presage  (Read 6247 times)

Description: Rose - Opal, Queen, played by Vivian.

Offline Evette Presage

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Evette Presage
« on: Sep 27, 12, 02:09:46 AM »
The Basics

Character Name:  Evette Presage
Nicknames:  Eve, Evie.
Age:  24 (Born Summer, 165 AP)
Race:  Short-lived.
Caste:  Queen.
Birth Territory:  Chaillot, Terreille.
Home Territory:  Chaillot, Terreille.

Birthright Jewel:  Rose.
Offering Jewel:  Opal.
Appearance


Play By:  Sasha Pivovarova.
Distinguishing Features:
At the peak of her health, Evette is a pretty enough girl - all cream and rose, the typical fair skin and pink cheeks Chaillot is often known to produce.  Generally a slender and willowy girl, she has grown to be perilously thin.  In the frame of her face, shaved down by weight loss, are startlingly intense eyes of cerulean blue.  Of pale complexion now, her features seem starker, unsoftened. 

Her frail skin bruises easily, flushes easily, and the slightest lack of sleep leads to immediate dark circles.

Personality



Personality:
Evette's natural inclination as a sweet, obedient child is unfortunately magnified by her youth - meticulously designed to exasperate an otherwise harmless trait into a crippling vulnerability, everything from her home life to her schooling has reinforced this fragility.  For all intents and purposes, a Birthright of Rose should not have been enough to submit her to cheerless childhood, tightly packed with the rhetoric of Protocol, courtly etiquette, and familial piety, and yet no chances were taken.  To the eyes of the Presage line, Evette's caste is an advantage for them, her Jewels assets held in trust for good of the family; all she has is in fact not hers and even the Province she rules, as Protocol informs her, is ruled in stewardship; the land a responsibility given by Mother Night and the landens a people who need the guiding bite of the Blood.  To this, the ground has been pulled from beneath her far too often and she is molded to be utterly lacking in practical knowledge in spite of the rigorous and thorough education she has received on her caste.  Dependent on those around her for information and their judgement on how to filter that information, she is easily manipulated and susceptible to the gentle pressures of craft-backed persuasion and even entirely mundane methods of steering find her pliable. 

Perhaps as a reaction to the rigid structure of her life and the ever changing dance of obligations that circle her, Evette has cultivated an even tempered surface serenity that puzzles any Blood who is familiar with the whiplash moods of a Queen.  At times a touch sassy with those she feels comfortable with or out of Court settings, a tell-tale sparkle can be found in her eyes, but the moment she steps back into her shoes as Queen, it is as if she suddenly retreats ten steps back.  Regardless, there is no denying her Caste or her cautiously leashed temper; even the pettiest, frilliest of Queens have sore spots where they make no allowances for trespass.  Fiercely territorial and possessive of the rare spaces she considers her own, there are few things she is willing to face her Triangle for.

From her first cloudy memory, there has been precious little that is purely hers.  As a young lady, she is soft hearted and gullible, though book smart through the virtue of late hours spent studying, and too easily persuaded by the words of those she trusts.  Far from being the politically savvy creature her family typically prefers, it is an element of her training they sacrificed in order to keep her biddable and dependent, leaving her unable to fully take part in ruling her Province or navigating the treacherous waters of more cultured cities such as Beldon Mor.  Most notably, her Triangle has been able to run circles around her in the past year, spinning elaborate and convincing tales that have kept her busy scattering her attention on a handful of small, inconsequential issues while downplaying the major decisions they have so kindly guided her through. 

New and inexperienced, Evette is not prepared in the least to handle the magnitude of ruling a Province and often turns to her advisers for counsel, uneasy with the notion of making life-changing judgments when she herself is uncertain.  Her potential for instability scares her witless, as her mind is one of the rare things she feels she has control over, and the notion of walking carelessly within the mists of the Twisted Kingdom has been more than enough to keep the Queen floating precariously above her true depths, adamantly refusing to tap into her Offering, no matter the strain.  Tired and frantic from trying to address the multitude of small-scale snarls that are presented to her for the sole sake of driving her to the point of distraction, there is little left to spare when integral issues crop up. 

The impact her First Circle has on her is immense and she relies heavily on them to supplement her weaknesses.  Rarely will she oppose the concentrated efforts of those who are sworn to serve her and it never occurs to her to question their loyalties.  Earnest and eager to learn, she wants to do the best she can and has slowly begun to test the tenuous new freedom she has been given in Rennes.  She has proved to be sexually uninterested, likely due to an uneventful and uninspired night that effectively dismissed any curiosity she might have had before.  Additionally, she has yet to meet someone that elicits a marked attraction or pull from her, so she has no Consort to speak of.

Evette is frustrated by her own limitations and frightened by the mounting anxiety she feels - much of her confusion is turned inward and she is clinging to any solid ground she can find (which is, in this case, her First Circle), especially since she doubts herself more than anyone else.

Likes:
  • 1  Gardening:  All Queens need a garden to tend and just as every Queen has a personal patch of ground that reflects the flavor of the personality caring for it, Evette has in fact two private sanctuaries - an orderly, neatly planned herb garden with a smattering of berry bearing bushes, and the second a riotous chorus of roses, some which she is breeding - she adores her roses.  In the last year, she has opened a small public garden, accessible to visitors four days out of the week and it has slowly become something of a destination point in an otherwise quiet and comfortably routine Province.
  • 2  Animals:  With animals, it is so easy to nurture and care for them - the provision of food and shelter engenders loyalty and affection is almost always returned.  What Evette loves about them is this simple, uncomplicated nature that is straightforward and honest.  She never has to guess where she stands with them and never has to fear what she is when tending to them (not that her Court truly allows her to tend the animals, but she is the Queen, so if she wants to see to her own mount or play with the strays she tends to pick up and reform, well, no one is supposed to be able to tell her otherwise).
  • 3  Court Dances:  Court dancing is one of the few "sophisticated" things the Queenling has excelled at, even when under the watchful eye of Lady Laurent.  A bit shy and childlike in conversation, it is so much simpler to have her body move as she wishes and skip the small talk she is unfortunately awkward at.  Lacking in all the social charms of the Territory Queen she trained under, Evette's redeeming contribution at court has always been her skill and grace on the dance floor.
Dislikes:
  • 1  Confrontation/Fights:  The impulses that drive one to confrontation are not strangers to Evette, as much as she would like them to be.  The ebb and flow of a Blood's anger, and more compellingly, rage, has tugged her heart like the ocean tide during a full moon for ages now, but temperament and fear of toeing the careful, perceived line she walks between sanity and Dark Jeweled madness forced her hand early and frequently.  She is frighteningly acclimated to her own temper and will easily squash and suppress any hint of it if she can, often without even consciously thinking of it.
  • 2  Mess:  There is an unexpected yearning for order in her heart, for much of her life has been out of her own hands and the clutter of an unorganized mind nettles her like little else.  Be it the lack of solid emotional supports or the frenetic knots that spring up uncalled for in the day-to-day of ruling a Province, Evette has acquired a taste for cleanliness and order that might even rival that of a mild hearth witch's.
  • 3  Politics:  For a Queen, she is pure rubbish at politics.  For a lauded Presage scion, it is ruinously repulsive, but a cost they have accepted and embraced in order to ultimately secure the trust and loyalty of the lady they've pushed onto a ruling seat.  Evette can be the quaint, pretty young witch if she tries and any dance partner of hers finds themselves half in love with her by the end of a set, and yet she has no clue how to use her words or her face, how to employ her caste and gender in order to win over the hearts of men and women alike. 
Fears:
  • 1  Dark Haven:  Although her treatment has been considered successful, Evette loathes her yearly "check ups" at the ward and often fears that one day they will simply deem her unfit to come and go as she always has.  The notion of being kept collared by the large rings by Dark Haven's primary controlling mechanism is a deep and abiding fear she has had for years.
  • 2  Dark Jeweled Madness:  Assurances were made that her Descent had been appropriately prepared for and the depths of her power hamstrung by the commendable efforts of the Dark Haven staff.  Though her Jewels stand staunchly on the Lighter side of Opal, Evette has never forgotten the tangled web that promised her spiral into the darkest depths of Blood Opal.  The potential for that temper and that taint lies within her still and she has never given herself any reason to explore further than her Birthright Rose.  She knows it is not the power that harms, but the mental instability that wrecks havoc and so it is that invisible beast she fears.
  • 3  Sex:  Maybe it is more accurate to say that she is very, very careful about who she takes to bed.  To begin with, Evette is not a markedly sexual person (or she has yet to meet someone she desires so passionately), and compounded with her mother's many warnings of men who want to sleep their way into status, wealth, prestige, or any combination thereof, she is doubly careful.  Not only is she relatively unversed in sex and all the fires that come attached to bedroom games, as a Queen she isn't sure if it is the sort of commitment she is ready to make, amid all the turbulence of her life.  Especially given Chaillot's current climate when so many witches have been cropping up broken deliberately without shattering their minds, the chances of her accepting a consort slim.  With her Offering of Opal, if she isn't careful she could easily draw the attention of all the wrong people. 
Craft Strengths:
  • 1  Queen Craft:  Trained and sculpted from a very tender age, Queen's craft is the strongest and most nurtured craft she knows; at one point, her education narrowed down so intently on this one category of craft that Evette lagged behind her peers in general craftwork.  While she is markedly adept at most aspects of her in-born abilities, Evette is only mediocre at Emotional Healing, having never particularly found the opportunity or immediate inclination to use it.   
  • 2  Jewel Management:  It is no surprise that she keeps a tight leash and watchful eye on her power expenditures at all times; after all, she is unsettled by the idea of having to delve into reservoirs that are not her beautiful, familiar Rose and more than a touch afraid of the dark temptation that echoes down beneath her.
Craft Weaknesses:
  • 1  Emotion-Based Craft:  An attempt was made to impart the basics of emotion sensing and manipulation craft onto the small girl, but no matter which tutor was hired or how many hours was poured into this category of her education, Evette has failed to recognize anything past the simple spikes of anger, pain, and fear in others.  To this day, she is relatively unable to pinpoint the moods of her own Court and has to rely instead on observation and body cues to garner more than the obvious surface emotions.  To some extent this stems from how staunchly she has suppressed her own stronger, negative emotions and as such is unfamiliar with how to handle the nuanced emotions of others with Craft.
  • 2  Seduction Craft:  This is a genre of craft that has been entirely ignored as far as her prior curriculum goes.  Not only she is lacking in Charisma and Social Craft, she cannot inspire desire or affection through her Craft.  No one has ever taught her Seduction Craft, what with her abysmal track record with Social Craft, and frankly, the only reason Evette is even aware of it is because her mother took her aside after her Descent and showed her how to recognize the touch of seduction tendrils; it was imperative that she memorize the feel of them, the whisper of psychic heat, and the deception behind it, for it would not do for a Presage Queen to be lured into just any hotblooded (or coldhearted) male's arms.
Life Story

Family:
Mother:  Annalise Presage; 47 (140 AP), Yellow - Rose Witch
Father:  Elliot Setton-Presage; 49 (138 AP), Yellow - Rose Warlord Prince
Aunt:  Madeleine Presage; 43 (144 AP), White - Tiger Eye Black Widow
Uncle:  Gregory Presage; 45 (142 AP), White - Rose Prince (Master of the Guard|ADOPTABLE)
First Escort:  Lyall Setton; 26 (161 AP), Rose - Purple Dusk Warlord Prince (ADOPTABLE)

History:
In all of Chaillot, there are only a handful of names as widely known as that of the Presage blood - that of Avarice Laurent, the Territory Queen, and a few of the other families whose wealth and prestige could be considered contemporaries of them.  To the Blood of Chaillot, to be Presage was as gratifying as to hold Jewels; their pockets went deeper than the roots of an ancient oak and not even the declining state of Blood finances seemed to dent those reserves; their cunning and clout had spread through out the years to infiltrate any arena of profit, even if they did not dominate it; no party neglected to send them invitations, even if it was never quite expected for them to appear.  Stationed most heavily in Cotaine for the past generation, theirs was neither a small nor large family, middling in size, but ruthlessly tight and no Presage ever turned against another, regardless of the tempers that were honed in that household.  Warlord Princes and Black Widows, Priestesses and Healers - rarely was one born into the name without a natural caste and rarer still did they neglect the opportunity to personally raise and sculpt the young minds born to them.  For all this prosperity though, it has been nearly 80 years since the last Presage Queen ruled and over a century since the last time a Queen was born to their name.  When Annalise was born to the Presage matriarch as a mere witch, there were whispers that the potency of the line was dwindling and her less than full descent from Yellow to Rose had been under whelming. 

Where Annalise lacked in jewels and caste, she more than compensated with her business savvy, her cutthroat and ingenious inclinations that led her to conquer any negotiation table she sat at.  The sheer amount of capital and land she acquired on behalf of the family was stunning and left many spinning in her wake.  She was a hurricane force and nothing could halt her whirlwind path; Landens and Blood alike were met on the financial battlefield she warred in and to her there was no difference between them; while she was establishing new networks and reinforcing old foundations (occasionally trimming what she dryly referred to as "deteriorating fat"), it did not matter to her whether she dealt with Landens all the way in the south of Chaillot or Blood a territory over - money was money and good sense was good sense.  It earned her a certain reputation among the Landen merchants and though she drove hard and lucrative contracts (for the Presage family at least), there was a grudging respect that at least she never leveraged her Jewels against them, never threatened them with that dark psychic power.  Of course, the economic blocks and unofficially sanctioned monetary bullying were tools she kept well oiled, but those were weapons that any businessman could accept and expect at the table.

She was the one who broke in to the wine making industry, subsidizing small vineyards at first, positioning the family to become the major supplier for all the associated materials - from the glass for wine bottles to the wood for the wine barrels.  From there the natural extension was to begin partnering with winemakers, to branch out from the lands and timber they owned in Rennes to buying entire orchards (the pick of the crop which would go towards the nuanced fruit wines she herself so favored).  Within a decade, the Presage name was so closely tied to winemaking that some forgot if they had ever been absent from the process, silent partner that they were.  This all fell within Annalise's careful plans.  When her mother retired from the scene, she had no desire to be passed over for a cousin or her Black Widow sister to be the next family matriarch. 

What did fall outside her designs was the existence of Elliot Setton, a Warlord Prince whose psychic depth matched her's so closely it was dizzying.  He was a practical man with reasonable ambitions and hunger, but the hunger he felt for her, the insatiable claim of a Warlord Prince, was something far different.  He had never found a Queen where the famed bond between service and privilege so intimately tied, where the scent of her would sooth an ache no hand could ever reach.  In Annalise, what he discovered was a mirror, a calming ripple of his own powers, a tantalizing witch that was bold and sassy, who took back talk from no one and would match him toe to toe.  It was, in short, if not love at first sight, then at least resonance and empathy at first argument.  Their romance was a paced one and neither ever allowed it to interfere with their work, and yet in the end, both would agree (in private) that their wedding was the culmination of a love match.  Elliot took on the family name of Presage and Annalise took on the seat of matriarch not long after, though she did most of her work in Beldon Mor and spent the majority of her time there rather than in Cotaine. 

There were pressures for the two of them to produce children early on and those who dared to nag the couple about it quickly discovered the pair was immovable on their stance.  Elliot wanted to savor his time with his new wife a little longer and sharing her with the duties she already held was more than enough to nettle a Warlord Prince; he did not want a baby to divide that time even further.  So they waited and waited and when Annalise was 25, they finally had their first child.  The psychic scent that slammed into both of them in the birthing room, embedded within those of pain and blood and new life, caught the breath in their lungs.  A Queen.  A Queen was finally born to the family.  A perfect, sweet baby who smiled more than she cried and swept through Elliot's heart like a tidal wave.  A small part of him had been afraid he'd resent having a baby to further impose on a busy schedule, but those startling cerulean eyes and red lips, those small hands curling eagerly around just one of his fingers - he was in love all over again and that itch he could never scratch vanished into smoke.   She wasn't his Queen, but she was a Queen, and more importantly, she was his daughter.  Annalise herself was very pleased by Evette's birth.  The baby would have tantrums at times, as all babies were predisposed to, but she quieted easily and wasn't nearly as demanding as some of the babies she used to watch over when she was a teenager. 

As a toddler, Evette was precocious and yet careful, heeding the rules that were so often set before her by every benevolent, if strict, tutor.  She danced around them with a solemn curiosity, taught to value and honor those Blood laws.  In them she saw seeds of what would evolve into Protocol lessons shortly after her Birthright.  Emerging from the temple she had felt elated, light headed - like she had been given far too many sweets and now the ground bounced further away from her with every step.  Blessed with a gift of Birthright Rose, it was the same, lovely shade as the jewel that winked at her from her mother's neckline and circled her father's finger.  It was the same Jewel that had been used to produce puppet shadows when she was little, that had taught her all the Craft she knew in the world (which was meager, but expanding at rapid speeds).  Her parents had been baffled and a touch taken aback when they saw it though and the way their eyes dimmed with confusion had hurt something in the little Queenling. 

A Birthright of uncut Rose?  She wasn't even advanced enough in her Craft to fix witchlights for more than an hour and already she stood deeper in the Darkness than either of them.  Deeper and darker than in fact, many of her generation, and coupled with her caste, it was the setting of a perilous scene.  Her lesson hours doubled and the topics themselves grew; from basic etiquette and her letters and numbers she went on to Formal Protocol by the volume and sums the like of which few children were ever submitted to (Evette wrinkled her nose at sums, but forced herself to do them anyway - anything to chase that shadow out of her parents' eyes), and from general craftwork, her tutors changed to reflect her caste until all she learned was Queen's Craft.  In the center of everything she was exposed to was one continuing word that did not fail to fall from her teachers' lips: control; control of oneself, control of the Court, control of her Jewels.  She was praised and rewarded whenever a lesson was mastered.  How to keep her composure.  How to thoroughly defeat the heat of anger or pain.  How to always, always, be the one in control of her emotions. 

With her father, she learned to familiarize herself with the fluctuations in another's mood and how to distance herself from that temper and how to handle a Warlord Prince.  From her mother, she received strict discipline on how to behave and recognize her shortcomings, which were many and plentiful - she had no great gift with people, was not a smooth orator, possessed no real artistic or musical skills to speak of... the list went on and on.  Evette's caste was a gift to the family, to the land, and she was responsible for its proper usage, despite all her weaknesses.  Her Rose Jewel was not a toy, but rather a message of just how much more she was supposed to give back to that which nurtured her.  As long as she understood how indebted she was, how beholden she was, Annalise would continue to show her the love she so sparingly portioned out.  Evette's parents promised her that she was young and many, many things were better off left to the experienced and wise.  It would be better to wait until her small shoulders could carry the burdens that awaited her. 

Evette saw nothing wrong with that, for she was indeed young and her parents were indeed experienced and wise.  Her judgment could hardly be pitted against that of her parents or her aunts and uncles and the endless stream of older cousins, who she so admired.  They visited often, hoping to expose her to the array of castes and Blood she'd have to deal with.  During times when she particularly pleased her mother, Annalise would take her along on small business trips, where she would meet Landens and working Blood alike.  They all seemed very nice to her and sometimes she would be given permission to play with the other young children her age (especially if she gave what she thought of as her "pleasepleasepleaseYAYloveyouthemost!" face) - she was very fond of playing with the Landen children since they didn't do the weird things Blood males did and let her play whatever role she liked in their games, even if she tripped sometimes or fell down. 

Later, the Queen of Beldon Mor took her on for a few years as a ward when she was just learning what it meant to be a maiden, and though distracted by the distinct challenges Beldon Mor presented, carved time out of her day for the scion of the Presage House, unerringly correct in the Queen's Craft she taught and oversaw.  The Courtly mannerisms that seemed to spill into all of Beldon Mor was overwhelming and she was faintly aware that she knew nothing about the plays and salons that everyone gossiped about.  But Evette was not there to play, no matter how she longed to, and so attached herself to the older Queen's side, shadowing what few meetings and daily functions she was privy to.  As she approached adulthood, it was a matter of time before Aravice Laurent took a more keen interest in the girl and polite inquiries were made, despite the fact that it was clear there would be no declining the offer to learn and apprentice at the Territory Court.  There, she was bedazzled by the lovely, beloved Queen.  This was the woman Chaillot wrote songs about, the woman whose heart of gold had leashed and charmed every courtier for miles and miles.  She suspected she looked a touch star struck when they first met, but years of training steeled her spine and kept her from more than an anxious flutter of the lashes. 

Unfortunately, the new, young Queen at Aravice's arm showed none of the alluring social warmth that her mentor was so famed for.  She was passable and offended no one.  Her manners were beyond reproach and she rarely, if ever, spoke in a voice above her usual serenity.  In every way, but one, Evette presented absolutely no threat to Aravice.  Her Birthright.  Though Light, Rose was only a step Lighter than Summer Sky and the underlying implication of the descent ahead of her.  Her ineptitude at politics and biddable nature made her more palatable though and her family's influence could be felt even at the Territory Seat (a grateful contribution to the territory coffers when their Queenling had been taken in by Avarice); anything done to and with Evette would have to be done subtly, untraceable.  So everything was designed to wordlessly, slowly, exploit the weaknesses already present.  Aravice outshone her at every turn, in every conversation, with every single person at court, and yet was always there to provide advice, to encourage, and to develop a dependence in the young Queen, a habit of turning to elders and counselors whenever the situation allowed (and sometimes when it didn't).  Even at Court Dances, where Evette excelled, Aravice was a more favorable partner, for her smile was sweeter and the dialogue more pleasant.  And in all this time, Evette had yet to find one of those mystical males that should have belonged to her.  If the dark stranger in her ever stirred in response to the remnants of a psychic scent left in a bakery or a hallway, she quickly squashed it, unwilling to allow that portion of her to do more than stir in its sleep.

With a little over a year left before her Offering, there was discomfort, whispers Dark Jewel madness, of the fearsome damage they could unleash.  The rumors about Lady Odette and her lover had spread faster than a tropical storm, covering the entirety of the land - and then Dark Haven was created, a safe place to treat and contain the threat.  Wary of this dangerous new social wave, Annalise turned to her sister, a skilled Black Widow for all her Tiger Eye.  She trusted her sister and her sister harbored no ill will when Annalise, only a witch, had been chosen to be the family's matriarch.  In fact, Maddie was grateful for it.  She did not envy her sister the position and would much rather spend her time with the Coven or at the theater as an amateur playwright.  Maddie loved to weave words almost as much as she felt drawn to weaving webs and for Annalise, who could probably count on one hand how many times she'd asked for help and have fingers left over, she would be willing to weave just about any tangled web.  So she wove.

And after peering into that web, she wove again.

And again.

Rising from the misty place that other castes called the Twisted Kingdom, Maddie bore with her news that greyed her skin and was spoken only in Annalise's bedroom, where double Rose shields had been interwoved and Tiger-Eye webs braided through.  If nothing was done, Evette would step away from the Altar deep in the Opal - so deep and dark, that the shimmering strands of Opal she had glimpsed were dyed red with the kiss of blood.  Opal itself was not an unbearable concern, but with the frenzy that Chaillot found itself caught up in, with the fear that was twisting into hate, so dark a jewel for a Queen would garauntee her demise.  Her chalice would be shattered, if she was left alive at all. 

So to Dark Haven Evette was sent and into the tender care of Dorian Conall and his right-hand Black Widow she was given.  Her time there was never quite the torture that some residents suffered, and they had to be conservative with her and reign in their more forward thinking progress when it came to treatment.  Still, the webs they wove and the conditioning impressed upon her were not trifling things and what could not be done through brute force or pain was done through layers and layers of finesse.  Evette was permitted to walk out of Dark Haven after ten moths and the young lady who exited was a different person, however nuanced those differences were.  She refused to ever utter a single syllable about her stay there.  Unbroken, yes, but bent by a weight and a nightmare that nibbled away at her adolescent sense of self.  At her Offering Ceremony, breaths of relief so heavy they were audible filled her ears when she finally broke the blackness of night with her pale, white skin and matted gold-brown hair.  Large and glowing in the night, her uncut Opal felt like a part of her, a looking glass into her soul.  All those disparate colors, those flashes of blue and then red, pink and then gold, all those hidden facets of beauty that winked in and out.

A voice, muted, that sounded almost like her own, murmured in her head.  Evette could never fall into the depths of Opal again, regardless that the lines had been drawn and she now stood permanently on the "right" side of it.  I must avoid it, avoid the temptation.  Never, never, never... temptation, that howl of dark joy and rage, of mourning...

Word was secreted out to Annalise at the end of that year that Rennes would soon be amenable to a new Queen and arrangements were made.  Lands were purchased and family members summoned, merchant contacts and trusted Landen partners discretely fostered.  The town house she had in Beldon Mor would not suffice in this event and so they moved, temporarily, into the estates at Cotaine.  All who called themselves Presage presented themselves and a select few were set aside and the rest mingled, content with waiting to hear why they had been called to the family estates.  Official documents came soon after and the Province Seat of Rennes was Evette's by the end of the week.  Males were presented to her as potential First Circle members and some were even pushed onto her as sides for her Triangle.  In this she showed the first hint of resistance and allowed only two of the three vital positions to be family, steadfastly placing the rest in either positions of First or Second Circle.  Master of the Guard went to an uncle she was vaguely familiar with and First Escort was given to one of the rare cousins from her father's side who had played with her on occasion when they were little.  Evette, for once, demonstrated a peek at her frustration, revealed in a series of conversations with her indulgent father regarding how little people would think of her if her entire Court was filled with nothing but family.  The position of Steward was at last given to an acquaintance recommended by a family member, one who was painstakingly meticulous and worked miracles with numbers; a compromise was reached.

In preparation, she began to visit the Rennes Province, to tour the villages and districts that woud soon be hers.  Brought in as an outsider to the land, she stepped into the mess and chaos of a transitioning court at a loss.  In those early days, she often turned to her Steward for some order and left much of the tasks to his clearly capable hands.  Although none of her Triangle, much less her First Circle, ever did more than tug weakly at the stranger inside her, she accepted that the service was excellent and diligent.  More importantly, they seemed to even understand she was wading into waters deeper than she knew how to swim and instinctively stepped in to offer their wisdom whenever it seemed that the situation was unsuited to her touch.  Those first few months were harsh and far more demanding than she could have expected, unprepared as she was to rule truly rather than in name only; it set a tone for the rest of the year.  Minor decisions could be left up to her, but major decisions necessitated counsel; after she had innocently suggested simply accepting that Landens wouldn't pay tithes for now, but perhaps if they fostered better relations and provided them with increasingly more appealing representations of why a Blood-Landen partnership was so beneficial, for land and people, then tithes might be possible in the future (a rather idealistic and impractical mindset that clearly indicated how green and incompatible she was with negotiations), most financial transactions were filtered and reviewed by her Steward, who would later come to her for final approval.

Fourteen months later, Evette is strained beyond her ken, tired down to her bones and ignorant as to how to keep her Court afloat.  Unwise actions early on and debts are slowly coming to light and reaching fruition, even while the books continue to present a balanced and reasonable ledger.  She has grown thin, her face sharper and paler than ever before.  She smiles less and laughs less, visits Beldon Mor only once a month instead of the weekly outings that were so regular before.  Her focus and sight is trained hard and fast on her own province and Rennes is more than enough to keep her plate full.  Annalise has been making sounds about buying more land in Rennes and tax exemptions, Dark Haven has been reminding her that she is over due for her yearly "check-up" and a creeping sensation of wrongness is haunting her.  It's as if someone left a window open late in the winter and a cold wind has started to blow.  There is the whiff of rain on the horizon.

Evette only hopes she can withstand the storm to come.


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     Sweet Darkness...


The words were swimming in her head, on her tongue - the sounds heavy in her lungs and strangely grey to her ear.  Her mind struggled under the weight of the trials it was being pushed through, the reaching, greedy claws of surrender and tangled webs sprawling past her clumsy mental shields.  Steady though they were, the Black Widow had been so genuine when they explained the threat to her, the threat she might pose to everyone she loved, that she had opened the first layer herself, allowing the other woman to slip into those precious fringe areas of her inner webs.  Everything felt so distant from here, so cold...

     So cold and so lonely and coldcoldcold this dark place with no light and no people

          but

     where
     where was that light coming from?


          that after taste of summer-spring, honey sweet and familiar, where?

     there!

     that shadow of a self...  oh, oh.




How warm, those ghost hands, cradling her.  The eternal and ever-after, the womb from which all Blood came; how deep in the abyss was she, to feel Mother Night rising up to catch her?  In this strange, intimate place she heard the keening song of a voice too painful to remember.  The notes of it wove around her, condemning her, defining her for she was a block of ice, of marble, and that voice was whittling away at all her surfaces, carving out entire blocks to shape her inner core, and it hurt, hurt in a good way, in a way that brought a rush of fire to the ivory shell of flesh and bone.  Something was bending and for a wild second she suspected it was the curvature of her ribcage swelling out to accommodate the sudden drum of her heart, roaring to life.  Celebration raged in the stranger's song now, fierce and rising, stringing together husky memories of earth rich and new beneath her bare feet with an ache that spread across the terrain of her twilight senses like a rash of poison ivy miming collar and chain 'round and 'round her neck. 

With that voice and that song, with those memories bleeding from her darker than lifeblood, it grew louder, closer, until she could feel the breath stirring the sensitive hairs at her neck.  What she would give for a look at the wild stranger!  For the singer of that dark song.  For a glimpse of -

     But who, who wore that face?  Who wore her own features better than she 
     and why, why did she feel like a fraud wearing the stranger's skin, twirling and
     twirling at a masquerade dance until all the faces blurred into the shapes of

          lost children? 

     She wants to claw at those eyes, to use teeth and nails to reclaim herself,
     that mouth, that nose - how dare the other wear them so proudly, so naturally
     as if all along, they had belonged to someone else and been on loan to her...


               how dare she !


And then came the murmurs, the chant that chased the darkness away.  A promise that she would never have to face this violent lair of honor and the wicked-sharp blade between, a promise that she could defeat her demons and walk away clean, untouched.  Yes, yes, a promise.  A hand stroking her forehead, gently calling her from this twisting tunnel, smothering the otherness, banishing it to an exile's sleep, she rushed to catch the tailwinds of that psychic power, desperately reaching after the body, the vessel that was hers.  Gasping for air and a yearning she could not name, Evette rose from the mists and swallowed dryly, blinking rapidly as she resettled herself in the chair.  Eyes pinned on the witch assigned to over see this session, she gripped the mug of tea that had been offered her, not caring that the water had been boiling hot and the ceramic not nearly sufficient barrier from the nipping burn.  There were different flames that licked at her and her fingers curled reflexively around the cup. 

"I think there isn't anything to worry about, Lady.  You are safe."   Words of courtesy, of Protocol.  If there was a stench of satisfaction attached to those words, Evette did not bother to linger on it.

Because more than words of formality, they were words of freedom.


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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #1 on: Sep 27, 12, 02:17:59 AM »
I'd love it if I could get her Jewel Rolls please ~  :)
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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #2 on: Sep 27, 12, 03:23:11 AM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with a cut Purple Dusk birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Green Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #3 on: Sep 28, 12, 01:31:43 PM »
I have submitted a points-purchase to bank this roll.
Requesting new rolls please.  <3
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« Reply #4 on: Sep 29, 12, 06:35:11 PM »
Following Vivian's request for a banked roll...

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You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Rose birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Blood Opal Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #5 on: Sep 29, 12, 07:08:34 PM »
(lol)

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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #6 on: Sep 29, 12, 09:29:01 PM »
( SOB.  CALLY, THIS IS JUST... MEAN.
//whydoestherollerdothistome.
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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #7 on: Sep 29, 12, 10:30:54 PM »
Okay, let's make sure I am doing this right.
Would love a reduction to a Purple Dusk Opal descent, please.

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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #8 on: Sep 29, 12, 10:34:42 PM »
Weighed by Mother Night...

You've risen from the Darkness twice blessed with an uncut Rose birthright Jewel, and were gifted with an uncut Opal Jewel at your offering.

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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #9 on: Oct 02, 12, 01:18:11 PM »
5 family rolls please.
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« Reply #10 on: Oct 02, 12, 05:44:11 PM »
1. White - Tiger Eye
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Re: Evette Presage
« Reply #11 on: Oct 05, 12, 01:51:45 AM »
Ready for reviewwwww.
And I am scooting off to bed now~
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I sent my notes on the review to your email.










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« Reply #13 on: Oct 09, 12, 06:30:02 PM »
Ready again, I think!  :)
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« Reply #15 on: Dec 01, 15, 05:44:45 PM »
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