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Author Topic: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow  (Read 441 times)

Description: Tag Silje, Sixten, Sande, Kiara and Jaya

Offline Jaya Laghari

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Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« on: Mar 05, 18, 09:49:36 PM »
Opening her senses, Jaya felt their approach as Sixten trotted alongside an eerily calm horse. Having followed him straight out of the estate, but pausing just beyond the door, Devesh stepped beside her.  For a moment, it looked as though the animal might spook before the presence of an agitated Warlord Prince, but the rider had managed to calm it. The Queen was nervous, frightened even after her ordeal which made Jaya all the more concerned. There was something else however, doubt, pain....shame. She couldn't quite understand what had happened, but whatever it was it had to be traumatic for the young Queen.  The rider was nervous and she felt a familiar tinge of reluctance as she approached. Helping Silje off the beast, she leaned into her brother after a moment, turning her face away as her bonded appraised her. Anger, cold and angry, despair registered like a throbbing wound. Her brow creased, and though she could not hear what the siblings were saying, she understood their body language. Sixten recalled the rage that only earlier today had been set to slumber for a short time. He would need it now, but his Queen, surprisingly enough tended to him while seeking his protection.  This was a very different situation than the one she had walked in on just that very morning.  The Frisk twins reunited and Sixten had Silje well in hand. Turning her gaze toward the landen woman, she studied her carefully. She was Nharkavan, pretty, but a little skittish. Again, Jaya couldn't help but feel something was amiss, both with the Queen and her companion as though something was hidden.

At Devesh’s behest Jaya nodded, “Of course.”  She said, glancing back to the Frisks with some hesitance. Jakob was safe, which she hoped would be one less thing Silje would have to worry about. The moment word rang out that Silje was missing she made sure that he was put away, and promised to keep him apprised of any news. She didn't quite come through on that promise just yet, but he would have to forgive her. Silje was safe and it felt as though the breath she held in her chest for the last couple hours could finally be released.

A runner was sent to Kiara’s hut and Kharisande’s rooms while she checked the temples for them first. The instructions were to meet her back in Lord Acharaya’s wing as Silje had been injured. While she wasn't too familiar with  Kharisande, having only met her in passing, she knew the Landen woman was apprenticing under the Devi and could assist the Healer and the Queen with whatever was needed.

Devesh’s wing was perhaps the most opulent of rooms she had seen. While every space in Padmalaya had its style and personality that made them unique, she decided that this space sensual and practical. Just like the man who called it home. Calling on some servants for aid, she requested that towels, linens and soap be brought to the Priest’s room. Food and drink was also requested just in case the Queen required it. Stopping by her own quarters, she selected a nightgown, robe and slippers made of soft pale silks and brought them with. As she and Silje were roughly the same size, she should have fit well.  Luckily she hadn't moved out of her own room completely, so it allowed her to avoid the Frisk home. On her way back she was certain to open a thread for Jakob once she neared the Matrika’s quarters where Jakob would spend the night. “Kiddo, your sister is safe, she's home. Stay where you're at and don't go to the house it isnt safe. You’ll see her in the morning.”  The response was less than thrilled, but relieved. The Matrikas would take good care of him.

It felt as though she had run the length of Padmalaya twice by the time she made it back to the Master wing. Anticipating a need she also asked one of the servants to bring her a clean linen shirt that should fit Sixten just in case, which she folded, along with the gown and set on  the foot of the bed where they could be seen. A bath was run and kept warm. Sande was the first to arrive and Jaya was pleased to find she had opened the windows to let in some fresh air. Moving to the bed, the women worked in unison, folding back the comforters and adjusting the pillows for the Queen’s arrival. Jaya explained that Silje had gone missing and only just arrived injured on horseback with another Landen woman. They suspected she had been abducted and would need their support. “Thank you for your help.” she said honestly, straightening to look around the space for anything else that would be needed. “Perhaps a relaxing tea? The Lady enjoys chai, but I feel this late at night and as sweet as she prefers , it might be a detriment.” Though she could soothe the Queen well enough on her own, sometimes having something warm to hold could shift her emotions into a better position.

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #1 on: Mar 06, 18, 12:22:24 AM »
This was not Kiara's usual crisis. A baby in distress or a mother suddenly entering labor were much more common to cause the Healer to abandon the young Priestesses she had been speaking with in the Temple and set out toward her home where all of her healing herbs, tinctures, and draughts were kept. She carried enough on her to be useful at a moment's notice when needed, but she had time to go to home and collect a much broader variety of things, which would hopefully keep her from having to leave to return or to send someone else in her place to collect even more.
 
Deft fingers ran over bottles and snatched up the things that might be needed. Her usual chaotic system was having order imposed upon it from an outside source named Kharisande, neat handwriting taking over bottles that were formally not labeled. She could see the usefulness of it. When it was just her, it was easy to know which was which. While training an apprentice, having things arranged in a way that was easy for someone-not-her to be able to find things was very useful.
 
Not knowing the state of Silje's mind or body, she gathered anything she thought she might need. Ashwagandha went into the basket next to the aloe. Bhringaraj was added next to the willow bark. She paused over the rue. Closing her eyes for a moment in silent prayer that she would not need it, she added it to the basket as well.
 
Once she was satisfied she had every thing she might need, at least based on what she knew so far, she set out for Devesh's home. Her feet were familiar with the path, even as her mind wandered, and before she realized it she had arrived. Entering his suite, she set the basket down and immediately began to organize her things in a way that would make it easy for either her or Kharisande to grab what might be needed.
 
"Go with the Chai," she said, having just come in on the end of their conversation. "It will cover the taste of the valerian root. And it's something familiar. Better luck getting her to drink something else after, once we have a better idea what she might need."
 
Once things were unpacked, she rose and embraced Kharisande quickly yet firmly before turning to Jaya. "Do we know anything more yet?"

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #2 on: Mar 06, 18, 12:39:38 AM »
Do we know anything more yet?

If she had been embraced by someone other than Kiara in such a quick and intimate fashion, she'd have been floored and her brain might have stopped for a minute, perhaps even two.  But this was Kiara, and she had long grown used to the unexpected when it came to the energetic healer.  So she simply smiled, bowing her head once before going through what Kiara had brought to find the Valerian Root.

It pleased her to see all the labels... especially as Kiara had accepted her original excuse. I am working on knowing which is which, and labelling it all helps.  If Kiara had not enjoyed the labelling, she'd kept her disapproval well hidden ever since such a useful bit of explanation had been offered.

Truthfully, it hadn't really been a lie.  labelling everything DID help with memorizing what was what.  But the sheer disorganization of Kiara's collection had been.. maddening.  She was Landen - she couldn't just think of what she wanted, wiggle her fingers, and have it magically appear in her hands! 

She set to work stewing the chai, obtaining the honey and sugar that might be needed by the Queen. 

"If there has been anything more discovered, no one has said it where I could hear, Lady Makur." She said it quietly, as if a gentle reminder that she could not hear the whispers of their Craft.  To remind them, though not to chastise them if they had forgotten.  Quiet whispers might be useful if the worst had happened.

She very much doubted if many Blood women had to deal with those situations - at least in recent years.  But she had to deal with it often for quite a few number of years.  Whatever anxiety might have ridden her upon being summoned to assist the Lady Silje had disappeared the moment she'd heard the Queen had been hurt.

She truly hoped that her immediate assumption of the worst cases were wrong.  She truly hoped that it was a minor injury, like being thrown from a horse or something.  But she had the feeling that the truth would be closer to something awful.  She wasn't Blood.  She couldn't read minds.

But even she could read the tension in the air as she'd made her way to Prince Acharya's room.  It was why she'd opened the windows.  It was why she'd tried to make sure that the room was more welcoming, and safe in sensation, than it had been when she'd arrived. 

"Do you have something soft to chew, Lady Makur?"  She looked up, glancing from Kiara to Jaya.  "I ask because.. sometimes.. having something to chew on can be useful during stress."  She didn't mention how she knew that.  She didn't need to. 

She did know, though, that those not accustomed to terrible things would chew quite often.  If not on an object, then on their lips or their cheeks.  Better to prevent such injury than to let the traumatized person get in the habit.  For.. a multitude of reasons.

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #3 on: Mar 15, 18, 08:04:24 PM »
For as much as Silje all but basked in the assurance of safety that was her brother, his presence also made her nervous. The longer he stayed at her side, the more likely it was that he would discover the collar around her neck. Would he be able to contain his rage? She wasn't afraid for herself; he wouldn't hurt her, that had never been a question, no matter what she'd made Jaya think just that morning. Mother Night, this was karma. She deserved it, didn't she? If Sixten lost his cool, she didn't know that she could reign him in. Having been very well trained in the popular aspects of Queendom, she didn't think it would be too difficult, but it had been so long since she'd even tried. Not even when his anger was directed at her did she soothe him. She owed him for that morning, and maybe so much more than that. She didn't need to let him come apart in the cozy privacy of Prince Acharya's space. Requiring Jaya to do a Queen's job at this sensitive juncture would only shame the both of them.

Sixten and Nala departed, leaving the Queen with the man who she almost viewed as a father at this moment. Silje knew better than to think that he would prey on her shame. Prince Acharya was too reverent to treat a Queen with anything but respect, but he didn't have any qualms about voicing uncomfortable truths. He was the only person she knew that did this with her with any amount of regularity. He was the only one she trusted to do so without meaning to do anything but to teach.

Convicted by his knowing gaze, Silje confessed to the collar nearly before the door was even shut behind Sixten's back. The Prince Priest didn't gasp, he didn't tut, he'd simply bowed his head and allowed her to speak. When she had run out of words, he filled the emptiness with hope. Silje wanted to shutter herself away from the world, but somehow he convinced her to go to the other women, to take comfort from those who would be her friend. The world hadn't ended, it'd only shifted. The Darkness would provide an answer. What if this was the answer? Silje wondered. What if it was her punishment for all the ways she'd neglected the path that Prince Acharya had always told her was meant for her?

If nothing else, he was right about her need for comfort. She wanted out of the garish and now filthy sari. She wanted a bath, a drink, and for Kiara to put those phenomenal fingers to work on her aching brow. All of this came at a price though. All of them would see her in that collar. She'd taken one lump already today, what was two? Only it was so much harder to erase the memory of a humiliated Queen. Perhaps Kiara also had a nice little serum to make Silje forget her pride. If not, Jaya might be able to assuage that sick feeling she got whenever she thought of the metal ring.

Prince Acharya walked with Silje when she left the little sitting room and moved to the space that had been prepared for her homecoming of sorts. Wanting to shrivel and disappear, Silje reminded herself that she was a Queen and that she was a source of strength for others. Seeming beaten, even among her own people, it was something she would fight against until she had run out of vigor.

Devesh lingered in the doorway as Silje walked further into his spacious sleeping quarters. Swallowing hard, Silje proceeded, eyeing her surroundings, wondering if all he did was sleep while here. There was so much room for activities.

Offline Jaya Laghari

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #4 on: Mar 20, 18, 01:16:42 PM »
Jaya couldn't explain it, but she was relieved to see Kiara. Though she had found her at the temple she had almost regretted the urgency in which she spoke, bypassing much of the pleasantries. Kiara was fast to acknowledge her insistence and ran off to gather the supplies she would need.

“No, All that is known is Silje went to the market with her Ladies and was taken. Devesh sent out scouts but before they could arrive news was sent that she was on her way back with a Landen woman.” Jaya couldn't express how the sudden jump into action and the quick drop left her feeling drained. Everyone’s anxiety was high, including Sixten who dropped his shield long enough for her to have a taste of how wrought he was. It wasn't a bitter pill, just pure fear. She couldn't imagine what he was thinking considering the events earlier in the day.  Then there was Silje. Though it heartened her to see the Queen embrace her brother so quickly, Jaya realized that had anything happened  to her it would have meant more than the unfortunate loss of a Queen, but of a friend who she cared for deeply. “I saw her arrive, she is not so dire, but in shock. I couldn't tell you what physical injuries she had, but she was walking and speaking. Is there anything I can do?”  she asked though Jaya knew her role would center on emotionally supporting their traumatized Queen, she still wanted to be available for the other women in the room. Trusting  Kiara and Sande to be a comfort to Silje, she valued their presence.

It took some time for Silje to retire to the rooms which would temporarily house her while the rest of the estate was checked. Trepidation lingered just outside the doors. Rising from her seat Jaya moved to the common room toward the source of the emotion and waited. The moment she saw Silje, she was consoled with physical proof of her safety, noting the bruises on her brow, something deeper, a stirring in her gut tightened into a jagged ball. To touch a Queen, her friend like that was just wrong. In that instance Jaya wanted the people responsible to pay for every scrape, every worry inflicted on the Frisks.  As much as she wanted to run and embrace the golden haired Queen, she calmed herself, approaching and gently taking her hands in hers, testing their weight. “You're home, Silje.” she reminded her reassuringly. It meant more than a place to rest her head, but one of safety and belonging, surrounded by people who cared. “I have a change of clothes for you, and a hot bath has been run, we also have food, you can choose whichever you you'd like, but lets take care of you first.”  Squeezing her hands, she released one to brush a curl of pale matted hair from her shoulder.

Offline Kiara Makur

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #5 on: Mar 21, 18, 03:25:49 AM »
Kharisande was quick and efficient, skills that Kiara respected in a crisis. The three women worked together to prepare for Silje to arrive, attempting to be ready for whatever her needs might be. When she arrived, Jaya spoke soothing words, leading her into the room that had transformed from its usual state to one that felt softer, more feminine. Safe. They had all agreed Silje needed to feel safe.

Extending her awareness to the Queen, she brushed against Jaya lightly as well. She was aware of the other women's exhaustion, the anxiety and rush of the moment breaking now that Silje was here in their hands. She trusted Jaya's ability to monitor her own needs. And if she needed assistance, either to rest or to remain at her absolute best, she could help offer it by way of the things she had gathered to bring with her.

Stepping aside while Jaya spoke and collected Silje with a gentle grace, Kiara curved behind her and stepped close to the High Priest. He only remained for a moment, just long enough to see the Queen safely ensconced in the waiting presence of the three women, before needing to be gone again. Kiara raised her hand and pressed her palm against his cheek. A meaningful glance was exchanged between Priest and his Devi. No words needed to be shared. Devesh's reverence for the Glacian Queen, for the sacred caste, was well known to the Healer. Lips brushed against her palm and then he was gone, and Kiara turned to grant the Queen her full attention.

"Silje," she began, offering no title or formality. It was not the day for that. Not the moment. "Are you hungry? I would like to look over you, establish what needs the most care. Perhaps you could eat while I do that? And then after you could have a bath." She didn't want to remove choice from the Queen, especially not knowing what she had endured. If Silje chose to bathe first, Kiara could climb right into the water with her to examine her, but that would certainly not be the most relaxing option for the Queen.

Still, she would meet Silje wherever she was, and would do her best to heal what she could quickly and easily before moving on to more complicated matters.

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #6 on: Mar 23, 18, 10:14:33 AM »
Are you hungry?  I would like to look over you, establish what needs the most care.  Perhaps you could eat while I do that?  And hten after, you could have a bath.

Kharisande looked up, and then dropped her eyes again.  She instead ladled the chai into a cup, set the cup onto the tray, and then ensured the other two containers held plenty of honey, cream, and small nibbles of finger foods. 

She carried the tray closer, dipping her head.  "Lady Silje."  She was waiting for Silje's choice, of course.. but in her own experience, sometimes that much choice could be overwhelming under certain situations.  "I've brought you some chai.  It will help."  It would help calm the nerves, and it would give the woman something to hold onto.  True, the Chai would keep the Queen awake.  And true, the Queen enjoyed her Chai sweet - but Kharisande was all too aware of how hard it was to sleep after.. things.

There was every chance the Queen would nto be able to sleep anyways - and if she couldn't why not ensure she had something she enjoyed, and something she felt she could control?  Something solid like a tea cup, something she was in control of.  Sometimes, small things to control were the only threads that kept someone sane. 

"Your bath is ready whenever you would like it.  Lady Jaya has been keeping it warm for you, so there is no rush."  She kept her voice low, even.  Soothing. 

This entire situation reminded her far too much of the many times she'd had to help others.  Her eyes were slow to move, but they took in much.  The obvious bruising on the Queen's face.. the signs of blood.  She'd seen similar injuries before. 

Her eyes then took in the Sari.  It was filthy.. but not nearly as badly torn as it would be under other situations.  That didn't mean the worst had not happened - simply that if it had, the Queen had not been able to fight at the time.  She would make no assumptions.

She would treat this like she had when the other sl... girls.. came back from rough events.  She would stay as calm as she could, as soothing as she could, and brace herself for tears.  She would be the rock they could cling to, the gentle hand that brushed through tangled hair and helped bandage injuries.

The Queen likely would not need bandages - not with the Healer present.  But it didn't change the fact that she was comfortable in this role.

"Lady Jaya, Lady Kiara?  There is more chai, if you would like some.  I can make plenty more."


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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #7 on: Apr 01, 18, 04:44:12 AM »
All at once, Silje was aware that these women had, even before now, been much kinder to her than she had ever been to them. Were she a different woman, the resulting emotions would have brought her to tears. The discomfort for her translated into resolve, however, a reminder to herself to care more. It was her role, after all, to care for others. She had just never felt as though she was a part of any of this. She was the Glacian Queen, the one who disappeared to the mines or to her home, with very little in between. They didn't know her, and Night knew they had no reason to like her, yet there they were, with comforts offered from every side.

Struck humble, Silje stilled, lowering her head with her hands clasped before her. Jaya approached and took those hands, telling her that she was home. She was, wasn't she? Silje's heart ached to think that home wasn't in Glacia anymore. Swallowing hard, she pushed the thought away. Not now. "Lady Laghari, thank you," Silje answered, lifting her face to look at the other woman, appreciation in her tired eyes. Nodding slightly, she glanced at the other two.

Blinking at Kiara, Silje registered the familiar use of her name, forcing herself to look away lest the weight of her stare convince the Healer she'd done something wrong. Habit made the Queen hesitate, but fatigue and gratefulness told her that they were nothing but women here. Silje's eyes widened a bit when Kiara mentioned food. "I haven't had anything to eat since we ate in the market," she answered, taking a few steps forward before going still again. Her words had grown quieter as she finished the thought. "Neesha, Dalla, my ladies, have they returned?" she asked as she looked at each of her companions for news. "Hassan?" Silje realized she didn't know what had become of the others, or if they had been complicit in the plot. Devesh had said that someone had been sent for the rest of her attendants, but nothing else on the matter. Maybe Kiara had heard something since Prince Acharya had taken Silje aside.

"Thank you Kharisande," Silje acknowledged distantly when the Landen woman approached with her offerings. "Here, please," the Queen continued as she touched her fingers at Kharisdande's elbow and led her toward a low couch and some ottomans. It took some fortitude to keep from sprawling across the cushions to rest, but the scent of tea and spiced cakes helped with that. Sitting in the center of a long seat, Silje remained at the edge, rigidly posed.

"Thank you all for this," Silje nodded. There was more to be said, she was sure, but those concepts remained out of grasp for now. "I would like all of these things and your companionship as well." Again, her words lacked finer detail and she found herself unable to articulate. For a few seconds, she stared forward at nothing in particular, pale eyes hazing over. She looked as though she might fall asleep for a moment. Straightening her back, though, she took a breath and looked from one woman to the next. "First, there's something to reveal, but please, don't fuss. Not now. It would be easier if we didn't speak of it. I just... it makes no sense to hide it, not here."

Not at all wanting to do so, Silje reached for the fabric that was wound and tucked about her neck. Her movement lacked the usual grace, but she didn't hesitate as she tugged at the silk and caused it to fall away from around the collar affixed there. Dropping her face, Silje's chest tightened. She didn't want their judgment or their pity. She had never worn shame well and now it was locked about her throat. It could have been hidden forever for as much as she cared, except that it couldn't at all, and so she'd revealed it now, to get it out of the way. Swallowing, she tilted her head at such an angle that she was able to glance at Jaya with just one eye. Silje's eyes defied the rest of her body. Mortified, the Queen had drawn herself into a small space, tightly wound and still poised, yet humiliated. Her eyes, though, cried war. It would take understanding from Lady Laghari to translate that this fervor wasn't directed at her. The night was bound to be full of such contradictions.

"Please, Jaya, I need you," Silje called, nodding once to a spot at her side. Best to make tasks where otherwise there was only shock and disbelief. Silje didn't want to absorb any more of that confusion. She didn't know what to think of herself. She didn't want to think of it at all. Had it been just a memory that she could pluck out like an errant weed, she would have done so by now to be done with the disgrace of such a scandal, but she could do nothing about the metal ring locked on her lovely throat.

"Kiara," she called to Prince Acharya's favorite. Smoothing a hand at her other side, the side on which she was wounded, she invited the Healer to sit. That being done, she was glad to avert her eyes, afraid to see what remorse might be reflected in whatever gaze she might meet. Instead, she leaned forward, gathering a glass of chai from Kharisande, and pinched up a few sweets. She might have asked for something stronger to drink, but nothing would soothe her nerves more than the combined skill and compassion of the three women who had chosen to care for her.

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #8 on: Apr 17, 18, 02:05:07 PM »
Jaya could not express what she felt the moment she saw Silje and gently gathered her hands into her own. Seeing she was there and physically touching her was the difference between knowing and clinging to that reassurance of her presence and safety. If anyone could sort out her emotions it would be Jaya, but at the moment, her main concern was the safety and comfort of the Queen before her. Even if there was a hint of annoyance that she felt would be improper to express just yet.  Kiara slid behind them before addressing Silje with soothing words and narrowing her options.

Grateful for the assistance of the two women, she helped Silje to the cushions, noting how her eyes looked tired, but different.  She looked to her with genuine appreciation.  Once seated Kharisande was quick to deliver the tray of tea and cakes to the famished Lady.  Giving her some room, Jaya stepped back, allowing Kiara enough space to examine Silje without hindrance and for Kharisande to tend to her. Taking her own tea, she set it down on a nearby table, too polite to refuse it, but refreshments were the last thing on her mind.

“No. I'm certain Devesh has sent someone to search for them. “  Was that all she had taken with her? Ladies and perhaps one Escort? Jaya could only imagine how wrought Sixten would be when the relief of her return ebbed. Her own was short lived as she glanced down at Silje and noted the way her eyes grew distant before she prefaced her next words.  Almost clumsily she unwound the scarf from her slender throat and revealed  a silver collar. It would have almost looked lovely in its simplicity had it not completely registered what it was.  A breath tightened in her throat growing larger like a chunk of rock that scratched and cut as it made its way down and into her stomach.  It burned the whole way down, anger, no, rage struck her so resoundly that she felt her jewels pulse from anger and her senses expand all around. Reigning herself back, she pulled her emotions in tight before her face could betray her beyond the quiet repose it settled in. Her eyes were clear and far more willing to express her dismay.

Not only had Silje been taken, but someone defiled her by clasping a collar around her neck. Shame that was not her own registered, thick and muculant.  Though she was unwilling to express it, the reproach in her eyes was hard to bare. Unlike the others, not only could Jaya see it, but she could also feel it.  “Oh Silje.” before she could be called Jaya took her first steps, drawing to the Queen’s side and resting a hand just over her shoulder blade comfortingly. “It will be removed. We will make sure it is.”  she added resolutely.  That vicious contraption would not stay long on the Queen, no matter if they had to hunt down every last person responsible.  Calling on her Craft she pressed into the shame, drawing it back to the farthest reaches of Silje’s mind like the swipe of a cool cloth over her flesh.  Instead she refreshed it with a sense of belonging, safety and affection.  The latter she did not need to create from nothing, but drew on her own resolute emotions to provide them to her.  The guilt and fear scrubbed clean from the surface, leaving a feeling, albeit raw, of purity that wasn't there before. Every time her thoughts betrayed her and reeled in the reminders of her shame, Jaya would be there to coax it back.

“Thank you Kharisande, Im well.”  she smiled at the Landen woman, before turning back to Silje, and brushed her golden hair from her shoulder. “Why did you go off on your own?  Sixten and Jakob were wrecked.”  she asked, trying to ease the aggravation from her voice but failing in part.  Sympathetic eyes  fell on her once more. “We would like to know what happened if you are willing to talk about it. However all that really matters is that you are here with us.” Maybe now was not the time to demand to know what she was thinking. Jaya could only hope Silje understood her words came from a place of concern and not judgement.

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #9 on: Apr 29, 18, 08:51:36 PM »
Kiara smiled softly at Kharisande. "Chai would be most welcome." It was likely to be a long night ahead of them. She could use the alertness the tea might offer. More than that, there was an intimacy to sharing food and drink together with the pale haired Queen that Kiara was keen to foster. It would also grant a sense of normalcy for whatever was to come.

The thought was fleeting as Silje pulled away her scarf. Oh, blessed Mother Night, how could anything ever be normal for the young woman again?

Eyes that widened in surprise quickly hardened in anger. Kiara forcefully bit back her emotions, not wanting Silje to misinterpret the deep fury that tore through her core like violent storm winds. Silje had been through enough this day and did not need Kiara's rage on top of all of the emotions the Queen was likely already struggling with. No, her venom would be saved for when she was a lone with the High Priest. Devesh would be the one to help Kiara work through her horror and disgust at the spreading of collars through their home land.

The Healer breathed in compassion and breathed out pain and heartache. She did so for several moments until she was certain she had once again found her center. There was no hesitation when Silje motioned to the spot next to her. Kiara moved to sit beside her, allowing the Queen to grow used to her presence and closeness before attempting to assess her injuries with her Craft.

Offering a grateful glance to Jaya as she felt the witch's skilled Craft ease something within Silje, she took advantage of the distraction Jaya's words offered to begin her examination. Her hands hovered a few inches above Silje's back and shoulder as she let her Craft gently sweep over her. When the Queen seemed to tolerate that alright, she did a second sweep, seeking for internal injuries that might be masked in the initial assessment. This took more time and concentration as she held an image of each area she moved to, keeping detailed images of bones, blood, and muscle within her mind as she went slowly through her body.

The bruises on the Queen's face could be healed without too much effort, but she didn't want to begin until she was sure there weren't more pressing issues. What good was a pretty face if she bled out internally?

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #10 on: Apr 30, 18, 10:00:03 AM »
She brought the Chai, and the sweets, and fully expected to be ignored.  Silje Frisk was a Queen.  A Jewelled Queen, one who was certainly not on the lighter end of the powers, from what she'd heard.  Even if she'd held a White, that would put Silje so far above Kharisande in any sense that she didn't expect.. anything, really.

So her surprise at having Silje touch her elbow, to lead her to sit, actually registered on her face for a moment.  But she recovered quickly enough, settling everything into place before sitting herself down and folding her hands on her lap as she gave the Queen her attention.

Her eyes did not stare.  She kept them on Silje's expression, but ensured her expression was that of concern and care.  She'd been in a similar position as this all too many times - sort of.  She'd rarely had so many willing to soothe her after her own incidents, but that didn't mean she didn't know what she would have wanted if such care had been available.

Seeing the Queen begin to undo the fabric around her neck, she braced herself.  Had someone choked her? Had someone cut her?  Not for the first time she found herself glad she was Landen and not Blood - because Blood would be greatly affected by the sight and.. well whatever sense it was.. that would be unleashed by the Queen's injuries.

She had expected injuries.  Seeing a metal collar?  She had never worn one of 'those' collars before.. but she knew what they were.  Her fingers curled up on her lap.  Enslaved.

Someone had.. dared.. to collar Silje like.. like a dog.  Like she was some common animal that had no right to her own life.  It sparked anger, and outrage.  It drowned her trepidation like a roaring wave, and she reached out to gently brush hair back from the Queen's face.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Lady."  She said it quietly, even as ferocity remained barely leashed in her voice.  She reached for the chai, offering to the woman who so obviously needed - something.  "Nothing."  She took a deep breath, remembering that first night so many years ago. 

She'd been left alone in a room, small and without a window.  And .. she'd wanted nothing more than to be held by someone who would not hurt her.  She'd wanted to retreat from reality, even if just for a few moments. 

"What do you want, Lady?"  She asked it quietly, forcing her anger back.  "I.. I wanted to be held, before.  And the others.. it always seemed to help."

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #11 on: Jul 31, 18, 11:54:46 PM »
The collective gasp, though perfectly silent, slashed at Silje's resolve. Times like this, intimate moments in the wake of something devastating, it was so much more difficult to maintain a show of strength even if it was a facade. Silje felt her throat tighten, the realization of which only served to deepen the scowl that she hadn't realized was slowing etching its way onto her normally placid expression. She wasn't going to come apart, not here if anywhere at all. No one was meant to see a Queen weep, much less one who was so set on remaining detached from such things as sentimental emotions.

Kiara's touch caused muscles beneath Silje's skin to twitch involuntarily. Had she ever touched the woman before? She had to actually wonder if she'd ever touched any of them before. There was always a wall between herself and anyone else. Physical and otherwise. It seemed a shame to keep such kind souls at bay, but Silje had long since learned that the ones who you were the closest to held the sharpest knives. In her world, she attempted to keep her companions unarmed, poorly equipped to do harm.

Silje could sense her heart beating faster though it was far from thudding in her chest. She flushed some while she waited impatiently for Kiara to weave her magic on her sore spots. The sooner that it seemed the relief would come, the more she anticipated it and she had to stop herself from snapping at the thorough and perfectly selfless woman who began to tend to her.

Glancing to Jaya, Silje gently chewed her cheek. It was something that she did when she didn't want to be seen showing signs of distress. She'd perfected the art of doing so in such a way that was barely perceptible to others. By now it was a habit that she'd forgotten she even had. There was remorse in Jaya's eyes, enough that Silje looked away, casting her eyes down toward her shoulder. Jaya said something comforting, but Silje barely heard it, now holding her breath and wishing for the kiss of Craft on her tired body and reaching to her weary soul. Allowing her eyes to slide shut, she swallowed hard and set her teeth together, the slightest wince furrowing her brow.

Jaya did not disappoint. Even as she laced Silje's psyche with comfort, Kiara's own touch began to weave relief. She would have been confused had she not understood what Jaya was capable of. Somehow wishing to hold on to her anger and indignation, Silje found that it had to be tugged out of her reach before she gave it up, reluctantly so even after all of the pain that it caused. Still, it was easy to forget that she desired that weight when Jaya pushed that particular bouquet of emotions into the Queen. Sighing softly, Silje found herself saddened by the release, but Jaya stepped in again and balanced this eagerness to pity herself with an uncommon acceptance.

"Superb," she whispered faintly as her head rolled over against her shoulder.

Jaya's voice reminded Silje that she was awake at all, and not dreaming. All that was left, or rather, the thing that now pulled the heaviest was fatigue. The day had been terribly long, and though she couldn't currently regret her newly acquired necklace, Silje couldn't deny that a lot had been taken out of her.

"Why did you go off on your own," Jaya had asked, and Silje slowly lifted her eyelids, finding herself studying the exotic Landen woman who sat quietly nearby. "Sixten and Jakob were wrecked."

"Mmm," Silje mused, unable to rise to anger, but still sharp enough to take exception to the inquiry. "I was far from alone, Jaya. The malefactor came from within, nevertheless. He was a man I trusted even more than I trust you."

There was a convoluted mess where Silje's feelings regarding Sixten belonged. On one hand, she knew that a part of her felt as though he'd earned whatever pain he'd experienced. On another, they were bonded more deeply than most and his pain echoed in her own soul. With icy stoicism, Silje accepted that Jakob's fear would make him a stronger, sturdier boy. It was as far as she was able to think on it because she kept coming back to the thought that her own pain was the topic of the hour, not twisting the knife and telling her that she'd hurt the ones she loved. Lucky that Jaya was an ace in her field, else Silje would have been quite put out at the unkind deviation.

Standing, Silje slid from Jaya's touch, trailing a hand along Kiara's arm until she wound her fingers into the Healer's and begged her wordlessly to follow suit.

"A bath," Silje breathed, smiling softly at Kharisande as she walked her fingertips over the Landen woman's shoulder. Looking toward the direction she meant to go, she nodded. "A bath and I will tell you all what there is to tell if you're inclined to know." She wanted to be held by the heat of the water more than anything, though she understood Kharisande's urge to be comforted by affections. A sharp pang reminded Silje that Sixten was the only one who could hold her like that, but for now, being with these three women was the best she could hope for.

Dropping Kiara's hand, Silje slid her feet from her shoes and began to walk toward the prepared tub, carefully unwrapping herself from layers of fabric and discarding them as she went.

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Re: Bright Lights that Cast a Shadow
« Reply #12 on: Oct 19, 18, 04:17:53 PM »
“I hope he is well and that your trust is well earned. As it should be.” How could anyone betray her? Surely this was not the work of someone within Padmelaya. Jaya smiled gently at the Queen  as she worked her Craft, soothing the rough edges and letting the wave of acceptance and home wash over her. It was a warm, calming blanket, a feeling so familiar and yearned for but perhaps rarely experienced. The mind had a way of holding onto that feeling as did the heart, and Jaya appreciated the fact that she could share it with others. Especially when it felt as though they would never fit in that time and space again. Silje had been struck hard and low, the weight of that terrible memory hung around her neck, but for now, Jaya could help her feel the relief of safety.

When she said she was certain they would all find a way to remove the collar she had truly believed so. Even if it meant finding anyone who could break it. Silje Frisk would not live with a chain around her ivory throat if Jaya had anything to say about it. Tempering back her own protectiveness she slid her hands into the Queen’s while Kiara worked her precious Craft.

The Queen slid from her grasp like droplets of water, turning instead to the Healer and requesting a bath. She had made certain the water stayed warm if only for Silje’s comfort. The last thing the Queen would need was a tepid bath. Standing she followed suit. It wasn't necessary for her to touch Silje in order to complete her work, though it gave Jaya some comfort to do so. It felt a little selfish, but all she had wanted to know from the moment that they realized Silje had disappeared was that she was hale, safe and back home. Little by little their relationship had evolved and even the events of earlier that morning didn't change that.  Smiling at Sande, she motioned for the woman to go on ahead of her while Jaya collected something from Devesh’s bed. It was one of her own pieces as they were not allowed near the Queen’s room to gather her effects in case of a trap. A pale silk nightgown that melted on the skin, a fluffy cotton robe, her favorite from Little Terrielle and slippers.  These would easily fit the lithe Queen.

The other two women worked as Silje entered the tub, Kiara was so focused and kind, warmth emanated from the woman’s psychic fog, and Sande, she was so very worried, thoughtful and eager. “I've brought you some things. I hope they are to your liking.” She said as she gently draped the gown over a warmed towel rack. Kicking off her shoes, she padded over to the tub and sat, folding her knees beneath her so she could cup water onto Silje’s back.