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Author Topic: To Transplant the Living  (Read 222 times)

Description: Attn: Danyal, Naya, and Ehsan

Offline Sarina al-Sabbah

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To Transplant the Living
« on: Jun 23, 19, 02:10:41 PM »
It was exhilarating to be out in the reqlative open of the city, not cooped up inside the walls of the residence. It had been weeks since Sarina had seen a space larger than her courtyard garden from anywhere nearer than her bedroom window. The Queen didn't even want to think about the months it had been since she had seen open desert, let alone walked among the dunes.

Her freedom was entirely illusionary, but the young Queen was willing to pretend for a short while.

It was also heartbreaking to be on the streets of the city. There were still so many signs of devastation - ash and rubble and just misery. She sighed viewing the damage that weeks had yet to erase. Her people had a lot to answer for.

 Sarina had in her pocket a small bag of seeds she had acquired that she had soaked in a small bowl of her blood overnight once the plans for this trip had been made. Every time she found a patch of dirt somewhat protected by the side of a building, Sarina would make an excuse to pause so she could dig a small hole with the heel of her foot so she could drop a few seeds and cover them back up. She was pretty sure she’d managed to plant at least three dozen avens seeds. If any of her companions had noticed, they weren’t saying anything - yet.

“Lady Naya, thank you again for agreeing to come with me. I needed to return this book to the library and I know I could have sent someone to take it back, but I just really needed a change of scenery.”




Offline Ehsan al-Tair

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Re: To Transplant the Living
« Reply #1 on: Jul 07, 19, 10:56:28 PM »
Ehsan walked a step behind Sarina, keeping pace despite his longer stride, never breaking too close or too far from her.  His eyes were hawk-sharp, keeping a careful eye on the streets, the rooftops, the merest shift of shadow had him readying for an attack he expected might come.   He couldn’t fault his Queen for wanting to get out of the gilded cage that she had been forced into, to breathe fresh air.  He wanted to pull her away from the stench of death and ash that still lingered in Onn, out to the rolling dunes of the desert to clear her soul of the acts of the True Sabbah but Shira would never allow her that.

He let a growl roll silently in his belly.   Sarina was Queen, she should be the one who commanded not a Black Widow, even one who wore the Red.  Shira had the hubris to assume that even her power could overshadow Sarina’s natural status.  Still, he had to admire her resolve in a way.   She saw a problem and acted out to fix it and had she not, Sarina would have been relegated to a simple tribal Queen far away from his reach.   So there was merit in her reach of power, so long as she did not forget that she needed Sarina for her coup far more than Sarina needed her.

Ehsan watched as Sarina dropped yet another one of her bloodsoaked seeds into the bare patch of earth as discreetly as possible.  She did so with the shy manner of someone trying to be stealthy but lacking the expertise.  He had caught on after the second time and used just a drop of craft to shift the earth before her foot touched it, making it easier for her to make a deep enough divit to place her seeds in.  A good Queen, she was a good Queen and his heart was happy that he had been gifted such a one as her.  He made sure to place himself in just the right angle to keep her actions private for now.

The excuse for the outing was a trip to the library, a chore that could have been deligated to any servant or even himself but it was the ability to leave the Compound more than the duty of returning a book that mattered.   She had almost been happy when Shira had agreed to it, especially since she had let him take to her side.

He had only been serving Sarina for a few weeks, and he knew the Black Widow still doubted his loyalties.  Oh he was loyal, to himself and to Sarina and no other.  He told her so quite frankly.  He didn’t give a damn about her, or her agenda or the True Sabbah, only to Sarina’s safety and he was well aware that her safety relied on her remaining exactly where she was.  He was all too aware of how far Shira would go, the poisoning of Sarina had been just a mere taste of her cruelty.

Safety meant she stayed… for now.  When the winds shifted and safety for her meant dragging her out her window and out into the desert, then he wouldn’t hesitate a single second.

He wasn’t a man of many words, and he could leave the small talk to the women as he focused on more important things.

Offline Nayarreh al-Sabbah

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Re: To Transplant the Living
« Reply #2 on: Sep 08, 19, 05:29:13 PM »
Naya was happy to be out of the Sabbah compound, but her joy was shallow and swallowed up by the aching reminders of everything wrong with reality. Yari was gone, held hostage somewhere in the city. Barin was here, but no less in the grip of the Spider. Matin was a prisoner she was not allowed to see, her wife was... well, Naya was pretty sure Elham was not working for Shira, but she was making a damn good show of doing so, and Salma and Theo were gone.

That last, at least, gave Naya some flicker of relief, but other than that, the future looked as bleak as the Sabbah Quarter. Naya would never have admitted it, but she had liked the bright green colors of the gardens. Lady Elenor had not been the Queen she would have chosen, but the foreign-born Heartbonded of her lover had done right by the city in their hour of need.

Apparently, that was worthy of a death sentence these days.

As much as she did not like being ruled by an outsider, the murder of a Queen still sent chills running down her spine.

It would not happen again.

Her eyes flitted to Sarina for the thousandth time. Here was a good Queen, a Pruulian Queen with a kind heart, and instead of backing down, Shira was doing just as much damage to Sarina as to her predecessor. Yes, in vastly different ways, but marrying a girl to a man she did not love half-again as old as she was stank of evil. Not to mention, Sarina looked... bad.

Her eyes were rimmed in shadows, her hair less lustrous than it had been on the day Naya met her, and while she still carried herself like a Queen, there was no bounce in her step... except after every time she stopped to drop something on the ground.

Naya was distracted from her thoughts and the Queenling's odd behavior as they passed the borded up building that once housed her shop and home. The Hearth Witch sighed and with a heavy heart, looked away.

"It's my pleasure, Lady Sabbah. I have not had a chance to get out much either, and the day is beautiful. Though I admit I don't do much reading, I know Matin does and has great respect for this little Library. Adel, too, was friendly with Lady Shahrzad for a time."

Oh Adel. Where was she? Naya had seen no sign of the Priestess Elham had taken under her wing since the attack and it worried her almost as much as Yari did. Surely, Lady Zhaleh would say something if Adel had perished, but... where was she, then?




Offline Sarina al-Sabbah

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Re: To Transplant the Living
« Reply #3 on: Sep 08, 19, 07:37:41 PM »
I am such an idiot.

Sarina too realized what building they were passing. She should have asked Danyal if their route would take them anywhere that would be painful for their companions and find a different way of it did. Too late now.

She started to reach out to lay a comforting hand on the older woman's arm, but pulled her hand away, unsure how the gesture would be received - either by Lady Naya herself or by the angry young Warlord Prince who was her son and who held no kindness for Sarina as far as she could tell.

"Lady Adel never told me that she knew the librarian." Sarina wondered yet again what had happened to her friend. The Queen hadn't seen the Priestess since the day of the attack, hadn't spoken to her since a few days before that. Her heart ached anew. Had something happened? Or had Adel too abandoned Sarina like everyone else but Danyal and now Ehsan?

"I wish she had, maybe  - " she broke off abruptly. “Did you hear that?” The young Queen shoved past Danyal and set off at a trot towards a small space between two buildings about twenty feet away too cramped to be considered an alley. She didn’t pay attention to the males surging past her to get there first; she was too focused on the barely audible sound of muffled moans and labored breathing.

At first Sarina couldn’t make out any details in the dark between the high walls. As her eyes adjusted to the dimness though, the only thing she could make out was a head of medium brown hair streaked with blond highlights - as well as dirt and a little dried blood. Her voice was soft and soothing as she called out, “Are you alright? We won’t hurt you if you come out.”

She ignored any protests her companions might make.

The child had the high sharp cheekbones and olive toned complexion common to many of Pruul’s natives and dark brown eyes that appeared almost black in the sunlight. Only the hair gave her away as someone with a parent from somewhere outside the desert; probably Chaillot, thought Sarina, or possibly Dene Nehele. Eleheh al-Sabbah, the girl said her name was, had been recently orphaned. Her mother had died when she was young, her father had been killed in the riots when the grain had gone bad. Foreign scum, she’d heard people shouting at him as her blond gentle giant of a father had protected her. She’d been surviving on the streets ever since, her home having been destroyed in the same riot.

Sarina felt sick with anger and despair. Here, where she could not get away from it, was proof of her failure to be the Queen Lady Elenor had asked her to be.

"Danyal, Lady Naya...do either of you know anyone who would be willing to take care of Eleheh? I would bring her back with us, but…" she shook her head. "We need somewhere close by where she can be cleaned up and tended to."