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Author Topic: sewing up a shattered heart  (Read 685 times)

Description: When Chand met Neesia//Attn: Neesia

Offline Chand Nayar

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #50 on: Mar 28, 18, 12:17:40 AM »
Chand watched the interaction between the two sisters. Tanian, despite her teasing, seemed to care very much for Neesia’s well-being. And despite her annoyance, Neesia did well with her sister’s attention. Tanian reminded him of a young Kavuri. He hoped that Neesia’s relationship with her sister survived growing older. He started eating to keep himself from thinking about the things that bothered him. The sisters were much more fun, especially Neesia, who made teasing her a wonderful time to be had.

I promise that she’ll be able to make a good curry within the next four months. Without burning the kitchen or the house down.” Chand said. When Tanian grinned in agreement, Chand smiled at Nessia to let her know that he meant it.

Lunch ended and Tika escorted Tanian from the area. Chand helped clear the table after the food was eaten, then headed outside to take a look at the grounds, He used the entire hour to cross as much of the space as he could, getting a look at the house from each of the cardinal directions. He sought a few places where he could watch the paths leading to and from the house. The house, in and of itself, wasn’t unsafe. But Chand saw areas of concern that he would address with Neesia and her family before he spoke to the Master of the Guard for her Court. Neesia would accept his suggestions, even if he had to talk her ear off about it while teaching her to cook. He shook his head and laughed as he made his way back to the house.

Four times. Perhaps I’m better off just feeding her.” Chand said, jogging back to the house as quickly as he could. He’d make another circuit of the house tomorrow morning after his drills. When he returned to the house, he sought out Neesia and simply remained close to her, though he asked about a few items on the mantle and whom they belonged to. He enaged her in small talk until it was announced that someone new had arrived.

Chand recognized Neesia’s father when he entered the room. The Green Warlord Prince turned to face Neesia’s father, a look somewhere between wary inspection and ice cold rage playing across his face.

There is no need to thank me, Lord Ashtikar. I will always protect and defend my lady.” Chand said, his tone just an octave above frosty. If anyone thought the temperature in the room was colder than it had been all day, they weren’t wrong.

Chand grasped the man’s hand.

Thank you, it’s appreciated. Though I did not know the truth behind his actions until recently. I was hoping you’d help me fill in some blanks.” Chand said.

Offline Neesia Ashtikar

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #51 on: Apr 15, 18, 03:05:07 PM »
Chand returned from his careful inspection of the grounds to find his Queen smiling when he drew close. It was curious how she could sense him through their ethereal bond well before his masculine scent filled her lungs. Even when he made his way around the house, she could feel him close as if a part of her could just reach out, pull a cord and call him back to her. Surely he would be able to do the same, but the sensations were still so new it felt as though she was adjusting to a sixth sense that had lain dormant for so long.

Tanian genuinely liked Chand which filled her with a great sense of relief, not that her sister had any say in who her bonded could be, it simply made the adjustment that much easier. Chand did well with her, which surprised Neesia, for someone so severe, Chand could be charming with children. Not that Tanian would be a child much longer. When her father and sister moved in the coming days, there would be much Neesia would miss about her younger sibling’s life. It was a necessary step to ensure their safety. Neesia had been so caught up in independencing herself that she didn't stop to think what she would leave behind. Watching Chand interact with Tanian had made it all so very real.

When Chand returned he would find her sitting in the waiting room on her favorite spot. She had watched him move past the window, as he made his rounds. His eyes drawn away from the house toward the trees and the village as if getting a lay of the land. He hadn't turned to find her studying him which she was grateful for. It gave her a moment to watch the way he carried himself the regal line of his body ever vigilant.

Reunited, she smiled brightly and joined him at the mantle. His question about the glass blown ornaments pleased her and she went along explaining their origin. Her father had a small shop, not far from the house with a spelled furnace. He had made the beautiful rose with its sharp edges as well as the rearing horse. The water lily with the violet center and delicate petals was made by her. “I haven't done it in some time, but that was my best. The color in the center is done by staining the center and blowing it at the precise moment the molten glass begins to expand. It makes it look as though its glowing. ” she offered. The creations that did not meet her standards were crushed and returned to the furnace to make something even more beautiful.  The lily had been created just before her Offering.  She spoke to him about the Spring festival and how in the previous year the farms had flourished. Her hopes were to continue the traditions once more and to bless each farm before the festival that evening. It was a source of pride for the hidden Queen to give back in such a way.

Parul greeted his daughter warmly, but was not completely taken aback by the Warlord Prince's cool welcome. Neesia on the other hand tensed warily, looking between the men as they spoke politely. A breath of cool air brushed her arms, her head turning to Chand in warning. Despite his pain, Parul was her father. She understood that at the moment he had nowhere to clearly place the blame on his father’s death. It was his mothers and sisters burden, even her father’s but it was fair placing the fault on their heads  There was no navigating grief, but if she could steer him away, perhaps they could avoid further pain.

“Chand.”  Her voice was firm, it pressed between the men like a stamp.

Parul lifted a hand, resting it on her shoulder his thumb on her collar and gave her a reassuring squeeze. “No, its fine Neesia.I will help where I can.” The older man did not pull away from the Warlord Prince, nor did he challenge him by posturing.  “Let us speak in my study.” Neesia watched Chand with a thoughtful but worried expression.  Releasing Chand’s hand, Parul nodded to the door leading into the next room. It slid open easily with a touch of Craft.

They would find themselves seated in a small study just minutes later.  The walls lined in shelves containing all manner of trinkets and books. A large desk sat between two windows. Natural light filtered in through the sheer curtains. Parul lowered himself onto a seating area arranged in wide, thick cushions. “I will answer any questions you may have Prince Nayar, but let us start with this. Your father, he was a good man the best I have ever known and he is the only reason I am alive today to be with my daughter.” Neesia took a seat next to Chand, her father fitted her with a meaningful look. “There isn't a day that goes by that I am not both grateful and resentful for that choice.” Neesia’s lips tensed, hearing her father speak that way made her clearly uncomfortable. A part of him wished to have died that day with the rest of the Friends of Rose Neela. “What would you like to know?”

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #52 on: Apr 19, 18, 11:53:03 PM »
Chand’s focus narrowed to Parul Ashtikar, though it was impossible for him to forget that his Queen was within arm’s reach. Her scent filled him. The bond between them was constant thrum at the edge of his mind. She was worried, worried that Chand’s greeting of her father would lead to violence. Neesia did not know him well enough to know when Chand acted from violence, so he did not blame her for her reaction. He did not want to hurt Parul, but he would not tolerate being lied to by anyone else where his father was concerned. His father and mother had done it. He had no reason to believe that Kavuri had also not known in some fashion.

He would not be lied to any further.

Chand followed Parul and Neesia to the study, resisting the urge to bark questions at the older man until he got the answers he wanted. All the same, Neesia would feel his impatience through the bond. When they arrived in the study, Chand remained standing. He pulled out a chair for Neesia and waited for her to be seated. He would let Parul be seated as well, but Chand could not sit. He could not be still while the information he craved was so close at hand.

"I will answer any questions you may have Prince Nayar, but let us start with this. Your father, he was a good man the best I have ever known and he is the only reason I am alive today to be with my daughter."

Those words caused the tension in Chand’s shoulders to ease just a little bit. His anger was blunted at the mention of Neesia, who held his leash. It also made him proud to hear his father spoken of so highly. Parul felt bad for surviving when his friend did not. Chand was brought up short at those words, because he knew Ayush Nayar well. If his father had been the one to survive and return home to this family, he would carry Parul’s death on his heart always.

I apologize for my tone, Lord Ashtikar. My father always spoke highly of you. He considered you a dear friend. I am thrilled beyond words that you are still here for Nessia. Too many families lost people that day. I’m glad yours wasn’t among them.” Chand said gently. He looked down at the floor, working to contain his emotions.

Lord Ashtikar, can you tell me what this plan was? Why would my father go through with it? I do not mean to judge it as worthless, but the rumors say that the so-called Messiah herself was there with all three of her Ebon Gray Triangle. There are rumors that they threatened someone valuable to Elisif Brenden.” Chand said, struggling for the right words.

Why did they continue with the plan when they saw what was happening?” he asked.

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #53 on: May 02, 18, 06:20:08 PM »
Chand’s cool greeting toward her father triggered her already wary state. The tension she felt rolling from him like a cold fog only aserbated matters. He had been preoccupied with his thoughts during the long trip back to what would become his new home. Whatever had transpired between his mother, sister and himself had left a stain on his mood she doubted he could easily wash away. Instead of speaking to her about it, he sought out comfort in her touch, which she gladly provided. His father’s passing left him with many questions that none of the women in his life were prepared to answer. So when her own patron walked in with the revelations that he hoped would give him some manner of explanation, maybe even closure she prickled at the thought of what methods he would use to extract them. Even a Queen could have protective instincts. She never thought any bonded she would find would not have that in common with her. For now, that proved true.

Neesia settled on the chair provided, glancing to at Chand as her father took a seat and began to speak. He was rigid, eager, she felt it vibrate within their bond like a piece of steel cord.

Father had always had a peaceful way about him, not that he was any less dangerous a blood. Rarely did he raise his voice or his temper around his daughters. Neesia felt that any rage the Warlord may have had was released at one time, years ago. The memories still haunted her, made ever more clear by the rage in Parul’s voice as it seeped with pain and murder. That was a long time ago, and since then she had known him as nothing more than this, a steady diplomat, a man far more worn than she wished for him.

Parl’s words dulled the sharp edges of Chand’s tone. Looking down at her hands she focused on the sensations she felt. Her own emotions intermingling with his. There was still frustrations a sense of deep loss, but his initial anger was tempered by the older man’s heart felt words.  Neesia wasn't sure what she would do with herself if any harm to her father came to pass.  So it was not difficult to empathize with the crippling sense of loss that Chand was experiencing.

The urge to reach out and lace her fingers with his was so strong. There was a struggle within him she wished to pull him free of, but it was important for them to speak, without her steering the conversation. Even now he stood close to her like a guardian.

Prepared for the most pertinent questions Parul paused for a moment to consider his next words. She could tell her father struggled before settling on some decision. Chand deserved the truth, in fact he demanded it, and that is what he would get.  “We were not prepared. The Friend’s of Rose Neela had made a bit of traction, writing wrongs for those such as Rose Neela herself, but the work was hard , tedious. It resulted in justice for victims but with such minor impact that some within the organization including your father and I became restless. It was like trying to push back the tide with a bucket.  The rumors have some basis in truth and are purposely vague to save embarrassment both to the dead and unfortunately it Elisif herself.” Parul grew quiet, glancing at Neesia as if asking for patience without a single word.

“Elisif’s parents were kidnapped. They fell into our hands and a plan was formulated, one some argued against, but with so much to lose, and so much to gain, the risk was considered a worthy one.  They were ransomed to Elisif Brenden for Nharkava. They were to leave our lands and return to Glacia. Every assigned Blood was to be thrust from our Courts and our Queens returned. As you can see that would be important to some, to all of us. They were certain that Elisif would bargain, only she didn't. None could begin to understand her depth in madness. She brought with her the Triangle. What the rumors don't tell you is that she encouraged her mother and father to martyr themselves. Then, she had her Triangle slaughter the Friends and whole of the Territory Court.”

Parul scrubbed a hand over his face, he seemed to age in the conversation alone. The guilt he felt he heard news of Ayush’s passing lingered with him still. He was not the only one he mourned for. “There was no time to prepare. They swept in as Glacia does with the sole purpose of making an example of us, and how quickly they could take away what little they granted . The insanity of this Dark Religion has taken root and it is only a matter of time before it spreads.“  Again he glanced toward Neesia, his light jeweled Queen before meeting Chand’s gaze resolutely once more. “I was to arrive at the court that day, but Ayush sent word for me to travel instead to Sikkim. He insisted I was to relay a missive to one of our contacts there. I did not know why he detoured me so, but I suppose in a way I should be grateful. Your father spoke of your family often. He had great fear for your sister and pride for you. I hope that you can forgive a brave man for a foolish plan, but one stitched together by a desperate need for independence. I was told that he aided in evacuating a few souls, refusing to leave any to suffer alone, before the Ebon Grey swept through. That's why I am able to tell you what I am.”

Ayush stood, moving around his desk to lean on the surface a moment. “The letter my daughter delivered despite by protests,“ he smirked softly at her. “ contained a note from your father, we all wrote them just in case any of us perished. I suppose Neesia has told you of her plans?”

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Re: sewing up a shattered heart
« Reply #54 on: May 11, 18, 11:31:41 PM »
Chand held his anger and listened to what Parul told him. His father had kept his association with the Friends of Rose Neela a secret (at least from him), but Chand recognized now that there were signs. Times when his father shunned the presence of his family or seemed more on edge than usual. Chand had attributed to those stresses to issues with the family’s land and the lack of Queens in Nharkava to feed the soil. While those things could have contributed, Ayush’s irritations and upsets were always deeper than that. Seeing things in this new light, Chand started to understand a little bit of the desperation that gripped these men. Enough losses and any chance to win, no matter how ill-advised, was better than tasting failure once more.

Chand hated what it pushed them to do, but he was beginning to understand it all the same.

Parul went on to explain the events that lead to his father’s death. On one hand, it should have worked. Most people valued their parents enough that they would at least compromise or make concessions to see them safe, even if they betrayed the people around them later. In a perfect world, Elisif Brenden would have called off her Ebon Gray dogs and listened to the will of the people she claimed to rule.

But Glacians were aptly named. Legends said that they were literally carved from the ice of the north and that frozen water took the place of blood in their veins.

She ordered the deaths of her parents just to keep hold of a land that isn’t hers. If this does prove that the Glacians are a plague on the face of Kaeleer, I am not sure what can.” Chand said, reaching out to take Neesia’s hand.

You’re right. This Dark Religion is insanity. Neesia would be collared and enslaved beneath it, as would my own mother! Most of my friends as well!” Chand said, rising from his chair in a single motion. The room chilled, but his anger was no longer focused upon Parul. Neesia would sense the pain and turmoil in her male as he contemplated the idea of his mother, his Queen, or his friends being controlled by the pale-faced northerners. He paced back and forth like a wild tiger, only realizing that he was doing so when he could see his own breath in the room.They had no respect for lands and cultures not their own.

I apologize for my brusque tone, Lord Parul. You were my father’s friend and I know that he would have laid down his life to ensure that you, or any other man, went home to his family. He was the kind of man to help others at his own expense and never consider repayment of any kind. Neesia came to pay her respects to my father. That is how we met.” Chand said, looking back to the pair of them.

Neesia has told me some of what she plans to do, but if there is more that I should know, I would hear it.” Chand said, looking to her father. He knew that Nessia wouldn't like it. Still, wanted to learn about his Queen through the people around her, even the things she did not want him to know. Especially if he planned to stay by her side.

I will be with her from now on, Lord Parul. She said that you are planning to take her sister and move on, leaving her here. Is that so? Is there no way that you both might stay here and help Neesia organize her court?” Chand asked.