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Author Topic: Where my faithful heart resides  (Read 293 times)

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Offline Nova Marzena

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Where my faithful heart resides
« on: Nov 06, 17, 02:34:53 AM »
Nova was glad someone familiar with the library would be about to help her find the right records to examine. The Geiba were meticulous record-keepers, according to what she'd heard, and she'd paid good money to hear it so she hoped she was correct. Meticulous, when the subject was a mine spanning almost two centuries, meant there'd be a great quantity of books to go through. Nova had spent time in Dhemlan, so she knew her way around a library, but she didn't enjoy it, as such. It always seemed to go so much easier when someone else could point her in the right direction. Like a hunt, one needed a hint as to where to begin to ensure success.

A long time ago, she'd rejected her mother's offer to take her to Askavi, where there would be people who understood her. Celebrian had said that Nova was Eyrien in her soul, born a child of wind and sky, and that no Shaladorian could possibly hope to show her how to live with that. Nova still thought that was mostly bullshit, but Fin's thoughtfulness in arranging for someone to assist her made Nova wonder if maybe there wasn't more of Askavi's people in her than she'd believed as a young Queen.

Once she excused Lord Fin from her presence, Nova changed quickly, brushing dust off with a soft cloth rather than soaking in a bath as she so longed to do. She dressed for comfort rather than style. Nights out under Pruul's admittedly-astonishing skies had made her more than aware of the way the temperatures dropped so severely at night, and libraries tended to be cold anyway. She wasn't going to risk being stuck shivering in front of whoever this was she was meeting.

The whole process took less than ten minutes, at which point she hurried down the stairs towards the archives. She was eager to begin, so that she could end this exile and return to her home. A Black Widow was leading Shalador, as far as she had heard, and that was completely anathema to the way she'd been raised. Nova may not want to rule her home Territory, but the Black Widows of Shalador belonged in the coven and in the Felidae, not on the throne. If Erisian Maboya was unavailable (some said she was dead) if there was no other Shaladorian Queen willing to rule, then Nova would twist that knife into her own flesh. All she wanted was Nayarit, but Nayarit was part and parcel of Shalador, and she would survive.

In the archives, Nova found one person: a male, a Prince. Dark, she thought, but couldn't say how, beyond that he wasn't at the rank of her Descent. She cleared her throat to get his attention, and bowed the casual bow of a Dark Queen to a Dark Prince. "I am Nova Marzena," she said, "Lord al-Sabbah has allowed me access to these archives, and said I would find someone to assist me. Is that you?"




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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #1 on: Nov 06, 17, 10:13:28 PM »
Supper came and went before Omid al-Izar recognized that it had grown dark. He vowed to spend an hour on transcription before seeking food, but it was more like two before he rose and went to catch up with Rania for his evening meal. Rania saw to it that he ate dinner, but declined to join him for an evening of combing the ledgers for further records of inhabitants of the mines. It was just as well that Lord Sabbah’s runner found him as dinner ended. The word was that Lord Fin was returning this very day with the Queen he’d contacted Omid about some time ago. Omid wondered, idly, how this foreign Queen would fare in Pruul. Perhaps, if there was time, he would arrange a meeting between this woman and Lady Zaehrah, if only for the chance to see how the pair interacted.

The news from other Territories would be a boon as well, putting the Bali ahead of other clans with their knowledge of the rest of Terreille.

So Omid spent the time after dinner reviewing ledgers, cross-referencing names, and reviewing the information he’d given Hadjara about their father. If Levin Agava was still alive, Hadjara would want to seek him out. He could only imagine how Babak would take that, how the rest of the Mineborn would deal with that knowledge.Omid put the thought out of his mind, because it didn’t matter. When the time came to pursue that lead, he would join Hadjara without regard to anyone else’s opinion in the matter.

Omid was researching a set of Dhemlan acquisitions for the past few years, noting several transactions for Geiba slaves to be outsourced to a Province in Dhemlan. Omid felt that he was very, very close to a breakthrough when someone cleared their throat from nearby. Omid looked up, then did a double take when he found someone standing there. He rose from the desk and stepped around it to greet the female before him. A moment’s concentration on her scent indicated that she was a Queen and now Omid wondered if this was, in fact--

"I am Nova Marzena. ord al-Sabbah has allowed me access to these archives, and said I would find someone to assist me. Is that you?"

A year ago, Omid would have been rendered speechless at the beauty of the woman before him.

On this night Omid executed a smooth and deep bow, then straightened and presented his hands to the Dark Jeweled Queen whose power he couldn’t sense. Since his Offering, it was rare to encounter anyone who stood deeper than he in the Abyss. The Jinan Queen was his equal. He'd not encountered anyone stronger than the Red.

Until now.

I am your aide for this endeavor, Lady Marzena. My name is Omid al-Bali of Clan Bali, bonded male of the Lady Zaehrah al-Bali.” Omid said, waiting on Nova’s pleasure to stand and regard her. When he did, Omid offered her a gentle smile. The ambient light in the room increased subtly, so that the room that was dimly lit upon her arrival was now easier on the eyes. Omid wore a gray robe with a gray shirt and black breeches. On his chest was a golden pin fashioned the shape of an open hand. He looked to Nova and gestured to the books and ledgers around the room and on the desk.

Lord Sabbah advised me that you wish to see the information that the Geiba kept regarding the salt mines. I have been researching a similar matter on behalf of former inhabitants of the mines.” Omid said, unable to keep the contempt out of his voice.

I am here to assist, Lady Marzena. How may I help you?” Omid asked.






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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #2 on: Nov 07, 17, 12:42:55 AM »
Princes leaned hard into knowledge, of whatever kind they chose. Nova knew it could go many ways, though she tended to bond to Warlord Princes: Tokala, Pau, Asher. To date, she had only bonded one Prince, Sebastian, but Dhemlan was heavier on the more intellectual caste than any other Territory and she felt certain she knew how to handle this one as well. He bowed, and offered his hands; she placed her hands over his and bowed in return. His Jewels weren't on display, and that was uncomfortable to her. Was that the style here? She'd have to consider it more deeply, though her hawk brooch wasn't clipped to her shoulder at the moment.

Nova smiled, a little crooked and shy about it. "I'm sure you do honor to your Queen," she said, "and thank you for making yourself available to me. I hope I can assist you with your goal even as you assist me with mine." She crossed the room to the ledgers, uncertainly examining the neat columns. It had been said in her hearing that the Geiba had once been honored tribesmen, before they were taken into the Sabbah. Iksana al-Geiba had rebuilt Onn after the Eyrien conquest. She could see the potential in such heavy and detailed records. For all that she wouldn't be capable of such keeping herself, this was precisely the fastidious work she would've looked for in a Steward, had she needed one.

Still, the numbers and names swam before her eyes. Perhaps she ought to have rested after the day of travel she'd had. But no, this had to be done. She didn't want to linger overlong in a Territory with a high Queen she wasn't sure of. Nova brushed dark hair out of her face and turned to Omid. "I'm looking for the purchase records from 125 to 140," she said. "I believe that someone highly placed in my homeland's Territory Court sold a Queen of ours into the mines. I've seen..." She trailed off, and summoned into her hand the sheet of parchment that had changed her life.

She smoothed it out on the table nearest them. It had been folded and unfolded and folded again over the years of her exile, her fingers tracing the edges of the neat handwriting. There were tears in the edges of the sheet. "I was exiled from my home for this," she said to Omid, "for finding it." She had to take the risk, to make this go quickly, before anyone could follow her. Rian was evidently gone. Now was the best time.

The sheet before them was the same neat handwriting as a series of the ledgers. It was a bill of sale for Erisian Maboya, a Red-Jeweled Priestess Queen, a young girl before her Offering, price lowered for the need to capture her and the risk taken. Nova worried at her lip as she read the familiar sheet. "I need corroborating evidence. I cannot accuse the High Priestess of the Territory with enslaving her own sister without something more than this, and I can't go home until I have proof."




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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #3 on: Nov 08, 17, 12:18:42 AM »
Omid watched Nova cross to the ledgers as she explained what she needed and the reason for it. Omid went quiet at the thought of anyone being sold into the mines, but a Territory Queen being sold into the salt mines was beyond the pale. Omid was born in the darkness, not seeing the overland until he was nearly an adult. Cadence told him of the moon, but he’d never seen it. She sang to him, but in Omid’s mind, Cadence invented music rather than knowing it before she arrived in the mines. It was only in his teenage years that he understood the stories she told him about the world outside the mines, the world that she wanted him to see someday.

He could not fathom living in the overlands his whole life and then being sent into the dark. Yet so many of the inhabitants of the mines had done just that. He was already looking at the shelves, his eyes focusing on the ledgers that she might research, when she moved in his periphery. The Queen produced the bill of sale for one Erisian Maboya from fifty years ago. Omid studied that parchment, shielding his hand so that he did not damage it by accident. The curves and slants of the writing stoked a memory, reminding him of something he’d seen very recently in his research.

Erisian...Maboya. Okay, the name doesn’t ring a bell, but...there were some mentions of a Red Jeweled Priestess-Queen among the Geiba’s records. The former Voice of the Sabbah, a Black Widow Prince, took an unhealthy interest in her. I don’t know the reason, but that Jewel and those two Castes are too unique to be confused for anyone else.” Omid said, stepping away from the table. He walked over to the south end of the room and looked up, up, up towards a set of ledgers on the fifty shelf. He concentrated, reaching into his Red, and calling the parchments and ledgers down from the shelf slowly. He would walk them all back to the table and allow Nova to remove the bill of sale she possessed so it wouldn’t be lost.

He set the ledgers down before her and removed the top three, before revealing the fourth book, a dusty and worn leather-bound book that he opened very carefully.

This ledger begins in Summer 126. I’m still cataloging several things, so I haven’t found anything prior to this.” Omid said, turning the book toward Nova.

I think it runs all the way up to 174. I can look through the rest of these ledgers to see if there’s anything earlier or if there are further mentions. Do you know the name of this High Priestess who might have been involved? Or anyone who might have made this deal in her stead?” Omid asked.

The Geiba coded the identities of several of their more affluent customers, but I located a cipher recently that helped me obtain some of their names. We’ll find you something, Lady Marzena.

I’ll help you however I can.
” Omid said.






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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #4 on: Nov 10, 17, 03:14:44 AM »
"She was the Black Priestess Queen that spurred the purge of the Geiba," said Nova quietly. There was no way to know what would have happened if Erisian had never made it to the mines, if Rian had simply... what? Nova couldn't possibly parse the reasoning behind Rian's betrayal of her own blood. It wasn't like Rian benefited materially from destroying one of Shalador's greatest assets, or like a Priestess could feed the land the same way a Queen could. The Darkness required blood, yes! But the Blood required the land, and it was Queens who would rule there. If Erisian had simply been allowed to mature... even Nova's life might have been different, if Erisian hadn't gone into the mines.

She vanished the bill of sale and watched Omid shift the ledgers aside. "She's almost certainly in this one," said Nova, "if I've got my timeline right. But information from home's hard to come across anymore, for me, and not everyone remembers the birth year of a Red Birthright, only that there was one. You see?" Nova sighed, and shielded her hands with Sapphire power before touching the pages. "Rian Maboya was the one who signed the papers. But I don't know what intermediaries she might have worked through, or if there even were any. I doubt it. Slavery is anathema to Shaladorians. It's simply not part of our culture. Selling one of us... selling a dual-casted Queen? Subjecting her to a collar?" Nova's expression thinned, her lips hardly a line as her brow furrowed. "Her own sister?"

Nova shook her head. "It's disgusting. It's abhorrent. They'll bleed her out on the altar, Gray Jeweled Priestess or not." But she had come to terms with causing the death of the woman who had sold Erisian and then driven Nova away from home. It had never even been a consideration.




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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #5 on: Nov 13, 17, 11:49:47 PM »
Omid fell silent when Nova explained that the Priestess Queen in question spurred the purge of Geiba. It was clear that his mind traveled along the same path as Nova’s, in terms of what might (or might not) have happened if Erisian Maboya had not been sent to the Salt Mines. Would he and the Mineborn still be imprisoned beneath the ground, never having seen the light of day? Adramelech would still be alive and controlling the Sabbah. Their world, as they knew it, would not exist save for the actions of a Priestess Queen who’d been sold into slavery by her own sister. Omid tried to imagine hating any of his siblings enough to send them away from Pruul as slaves. His lip curled in disgust at the thought. Even Lucky, whom Omid wanted little to do with at this point in his life, would never earn such treatment from the Red Prince.

You’re absolutely right, Lady Marzena. Slavery is a stain on the souls of everyone involved in it. The practice should be rooted out and destroyed wherever possible. I can't even imagine treating my sisters or brother like that. It's...the idea makes me ill.”  Omid said. He’d never understood how one person could own another and feel no remorse, no guilt, and just believe that it was right to do so. Omid could wax poetic all night on the wrongs of slavery but he had no way to effect the change he saw in his mind.

Not yet.

We’re going to find something, Lady Marzena. I will start down there.” Omid said, pointing to the bookcases off to his right.

If you start on the left, I’m sure we’ll find a record of some kind. If not, we’ll figure something out.” Omid said, sighing softly.

Let me know if you need anything.

Omid waited until the Queen dismissed him and got to work.

The pair spent long hours in the archives that first night and most of the next day. Hours ticked by as they researched and searched for anything of use. He found references to Lady Maboya, but nothing concrete. He was very tired when he brought over another stack of books for Nova to peruse. So tired was Omid that he didn’t notice the envelope falling from the stack of ledgers he was carrying to the already-full table. The envelope hit the floor and lay there while Omid sat down in the chair and tried to collect his thoughts.

I’m sure we’ll find something, Lady Marzena. Don’t give up.” Omid said, running through a breathing exercise to sharpen his senses and keep him awake. When his tired gaze passed over the envelope, Omid called it to his hand. There was a strange symbol in the hardened wax, one that the Omid didn’t recognize. He held it up for Nova’s perusal.

Lady Marzena, have you ever seen a symbol like this before?” he asked, knowing that she was better-traveled than he, through Lord Fin's explanations.






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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #6 on: Nov 14, 17, 02:55:26 AM »
"You see," said Nova, nodding her agreement. Clearly Omid understood what she was getting at. The more information spread, the higher the chances of someone spilling their guts in guilt. She pored through the ledger, taking her time, making a note of sales involving any Red Jeweled Warlord Prince. They weren't so common that Akan Uzumati would've gone unremarked upon, especially because of his race. An Eyrien Warlord Prince at all was a danger and a liability, especially when in the company of his Queen. Someone, somewhere, must have written it down.

She floated the ledgers away as she finished them, glad to be in Onn where Craft wasn't so dangerous. The neat pile formed itself, really, as she focused on what she needed to: the neat handwriting in front of her. Still, as the hours ticked on, she began to drift. Omid kept working, so she didn't feel she could call a break, but when he held up the envelope she snapped into sudden, frozen awareness. "I know that symbol," she said, and she crossed the space between them to snatch the letter out of Omid's hands. Nova was careful to preserve the seal, using her Ebon Gray to peel it away from the letter.

It had clearly been opened before; the seal came too neatly away, and left a sizable chunk of its lower half on the parchment, as if cut in half by a knife. Nova bit her lip as she pulled the letter within out and spread it out on top of the ledger she'd been reading. As she read it, her lips moved. "This is Rian Maboya's writing," she said, "This is a letter asking what the going price for a Red-Jeweled Priestess Queen would be..." Nova put a hand over her mouth, leaned back and away from the letter. She cast her gaze up the ceiling and blinked back tears, quickly.

She'd wanted a smoking gun. There it was.

With a shaking hand, she closed the envelope again, and summoned her hunting-hawk pin from her psychic cabinet. She set the gold-worked brooch next to the wax seal. The subjects were different; one, Nova's pin, was a hawk, while the seal depicted a sword flanked by bat's wings. "The same person who made my brooch made seals for my family and the families of others in the Great Tribes," she said to Omid. "This one was made for Rian Maboya and her alone. The gray wax with the green sheen... I've seen that on letters from the Territory Court before."

An errant tear streaked down her face, but Nova managed to lean back before it fell onto the paper. "I can go home. I have this, and I can go home, I can prove that I never..."




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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #7 on: Nov 14, 17, 10:55:20 PM »
Nova focused upon the letter in question, causing Omid to focus upon it as well. He’d not seen the letter before during any of his passes through the archive, but there will still many, many books, scrolls, and ledgers that the Prince hadn’t reviewed during his time reviewing the archives. He remained quiet in order to let her concentrate, though his expression made clear that he was interested. If the letter provided a hint, even a tangential clue for them to follow up on, that was better than nothing at all. Nova spread out the letter on top of the ledger and Omid made sure that the Ebon Gray Queen had enough light to read the words on the page.

This is Rian Maboya’s writing…

Omid’s heart climbed up into his throat. Nova continued reading and Omid recognized the letter for what it was. It was the truth, the awful that she needed to prove that the High Priestess of Shalador had sold her own sister into slavery in the salt mines of Pruul. Nova had been exiled from her homeland for pulling on this thread, for following it, or so she’d said. The Queen’s emotion was powerful and nearly overwhelming in that small space and Omid was genuinely happy for her. This was the kind of proof that couldn’t be explained away or deflected from. This was the kind of proof that destroyed clans and toppled Courts. Omid brought over a chair for Nova and tried to get her to sit down, if she would do so. Her very life had been altered in the past few minutes.

He remained silent, briefly, to let her process and deal with the revelation she’d uncovered as she chose. When the silence stretched on for some time, Omid spoke up, hoping to gauge Nova’s thoughts.

"Lady Marzena, this is wonderful. You can go home. Will you be leaving right away? Should I call for Lord Fin? I’m sure that he’ll be interested in tonight’s developments.” Omid said, watching Nova for a moment. Even if she left today, it would take time to reach Shalador. Not to mention that an Ebon Grey Queen on the move would draw interest.

Is there anything else I can do to help you, Lady Marzena?” he asked.






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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #8 on: Dec 01, 17, 03:29:23 PM »
In her heart, Nova had suspected she would find nothing. If she found something, it would be something piecemeal, thrown together from disparate parts and perhaps informed by the single letter she'd found on Rian Maboya's desk all those years ago. Something that Rian could deny, if she tried to argue that the exile was the natural result of a woman trying to hide her crimes. That fear had lived in her like an iron weight. It had consumed her waking moments. She could forget it for a short while but it always returned, lurking, even in rest.

To hold proof that her fears had been baseless in her hands... she felt as if she could fly, right then, simply lift off the ground and become like the clouds.

Omid brought a chair over. Once Nova realized it was there, she sat, and set the letter atop the ledgers she'd been combing over. "She never even told them it was only her Birthright," she said, a little dazed, watching the Red-Jeweled Prince. And it was then, as she looked at him, not particularly focused on anything, that she noticed the pendant he wore. Like her hunting hawk brooch, it featured a bird in flight, a circle connecting its wingtips. The bird's mouth was open in a silent scream, its claws empty where a Jewel ought to rest. She looked at her pin where it still laid on the table.

"I have to leave soon, but... Prince Omid..." She reached out, taking the pendant between her fingers. Nova had to lean forward and reach up, a strange feeling when she was used to being one of the taller people of her acquaintance, but she hardly noted it as she examined the molding of the pendant. That moon-face looked like an owl. "Where did you get this necklace?"




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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #9 on: Dec 02, 17, 02:21:56 AM »
Omid watched the Queen sit down, overwhelmed by the revelation and proof that she’d found. If all of this helped her, then every hour spent in the Sabbah archives, combing it for clues to the depth of the Geiba’s influence in Terreille, was worth it. Omid regarded her briefly, trying to imagine how he’d feel if he’d just learned that he could return home to his people after years of exile because he’d found proof that he was unjustly punished. Omid felt the stirrings of righteous anger in in his heart. Would Nova take the subtle approach and gather her allies before sharing her evidence? Or would she return home as an avenger, heading directly for her enemy to mete out justice?

Omid almost wished that he could join her and find out.

Omid rested against the desk, but perked up when Nova asked about his pendant. Omid smiled, though that smile was dim and a little bit sad. He’d been trying to avoid discussing his past with the Queen, for he’d seen her reaction to the idea of slavery and the mines. Either she would pity him or she’d want him to talk about it. Or she wouldn’t care. Omid did not know which he wanted most. Still, the Queen had asked him a question and Omid would answer.

Oh, this necklace was the last thing that my mother gave to me before she died. Well, that’s not true.” Omid said, immediately correcting himself.

It’s the only thing she ever gave me in the time I had with her.

Omid shifted nervously, taking a couple of deep breaths before he continued.

I was born in the Salt Mines, Lady Nova. When my mother gave birth to me, I was very ill. I think the Geiba thought I was going to die anyway, so they took me from my mother and put me in the care of a Healer who’d been sentenced to the mines for killing her son. Her baby died upon emerging, but her husband accused her of killing their son and she ended up in the mines.

Anyway, they gave me to her, maybe as a cruel joke. But she took care of me. She sang to me and raised me in that darkness and I would not be here today if not for her.
” Omid said. He owed Cadence more than he could ever say aloud, but he’d treated her poorly in recent months. He needed to speak with her, needed to know if she had any advice on how to fix the things he’d done wrong in his life.

My birth mother must have snuck this into my swaddling cloth. Cadence, my mother, hid it and kept safe. After we were freed from, we were held hostage by a terrible man. My mother gave me this necklace and told me how she’d come to have it. I’m told they make them in Shalador, but not much more than that.

I like to tell myself that my birth mother lived in Shalador at some point and maybe made friends who gave her this.
” he said, letting the Queen touch the owl pendant as long as she liked.

As far as I’ve learned, my birth mother was a Priestess, though her name is lost to me.” he said.

He watched Nova for a moment before speaking again.

Have you seen a pendant like this before? Do you know what it symbolizes?” Omid asked, trying to keep the hopeful tone from his voice. If there was a story behind his pendant, he wanted to know it. But he didn’t want to get his hopes up to have them dashed.






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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #10 on: Dec 03, 17, 01:09:27 AM »
Nova ran her thumb around the outer circle. Her gold-flecked eyes focused in like the hawk on the pendant she wore, as if she had sighted prey. She listened to his story, noted it--those eyes flicked up to his face and then back down to the pendant--and then set it aside as immaterial, except for the fact that it was a birth-gift from his birth mother. Nova knew about estranged mothers, missing mothers. At least Omid's mother had a reason for leaving him. She'd been forced to. Celebrian chose to abandon Nova upon seeing the void where her wings ought to have been. The Eyrien Priestess had seen that lack and she had gone. But Nanatl had looked beyond the strange, wild child that Nova had been to the Queen she could become.

"You're not wrong," she said. "This is a Shaladorian pendant. It last belonged to my aunt Zara, a Priestess who wore the Summer-sky for her Descent." Nana had told Nova the story, a long time ago. "The man who made these for us made three of them. My father has a pin like mine, but with a cardinal. His father had my hunting hawk before I underwent my Birthright, and then it was passed to me. And Zara... She disappeared before I was born, taking the owl pendant with her."

She looked up at Omid again, seeking something of her paternal aunt in his face. The shape of his jaw, maybe, looked like her father's. Nova had never been good at reading faces, detecting any ancestry but that of the long-lived. She could see flecks of gold in the eyes, the particular shade of black that the half-long-lived favored. But the differences between the short-lived races often escaped her.

But Omid had the necklace. "I think we may be cousins," she said, releasing the pendant at last. "Which means that you are part of my tribe, part of my family, the Marzena." She smiled, wanly. "My father will be sad to know that his sister's disappearance wasn't to follow a lover, as he'd hoped. But you will always be welcome under our roof... you would have been welcome under mine regardless. My stepmother puts on a much better table than I do."




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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #11 on: Dec 16, 17, 01:31:54 PM »
Zara.

A simple name, but one that carried weight beyond its four letters for the young Prince. This pendant belonged to the aunt of an itinerant Queen whose depth in the Abyss outstripped Omid’s own by two levels. But he’d now found someone else, besides Hadjara, who shared his blood, if Nova was right. The revelation rested heavy on his shoulders, but also lifted his heart and soul in an unexpected way. This young woman was his cousin. His family.

And someone had wronged her and forced her from her home.

Cousins. I’ve never had a cousin before.” Omid said, his smile matching her own, though it was a bit brighter and more hopeful. He was finding someone today, but Nova had lost another member of her tribe. He wanted to ask her a million questions about the Marzena, about her people, their people, and learn everything he could about her. But she’d come here for a different kind of aid and Omid had promised it to her.

I will not be a stranger, Lady Nova. I...I know that you have to leave soon, now that you’ve found the proof you need. But I will come to Shalador soon enough. Can we exchange letters in the meantime? I promised to accompany my sister,  Hadjara, to Dena Nehele in the near future. Her mother was from a Province in that land.” Omid said.

Anyway, I want to remain in touch with you. I want to learn more about Shalador, and about you, if you’ll let me.” he said.

And once I have a roof of my own, someday, you’ll always be welcome wherever I am.






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Re: Where my faithful heart resides
« Reply #12 on: Jan 20, 18, 03:26:17 AM »
"Zara Marzena," said Nova. She had never known the aunt who had gone missing. An exiled Queen, she didn't have the power to promise Omid a place in the tribe; she could offer only a place at the table, a promise of shelter if it was ever required. That because she knew her father. That because she held in her hand--or close enough to her hand--proof that Rian Maboya was a monster, and like all monsters, needed returned to the Darkness where she could be reborn purer and less twisted, where her sick heart and her Dark Jewels could be put to good use.

Another time, she would've sat and told Omid everything about the homeland they shared. Nova could wax on and on about the trees of Nayarit, the heavy rains of the wet season, the way the forests greened in the spring. Her love for Shalador would have shone brightly as she described the fire dances, the massive pits where charcoal fires burned beneath forged grates to roast entire livestock at once, and the great ziggurats where the offerings were made to the Darkness. The spices. Kneading masa with her stepmother. Her feet, buried in the earth where her ancestors had walked for generations beyond counting, where her family had shed blood in defense of their homeland.

But her feet hadn't known the paths of Shalador in five years. Her footsteps had carried her along unfamiliar paths of sun-baked dirt and dead sand, over gravel and unfamiliar lichen and snow. Now, his cleverness had given her a glimmer of hope. A chance that she could have all of those things back that she loved. Her heart was lodged in her throat.

"Of course," she said. Her smile was stronger now, thinking of Rian Maboya's impending doom. "For now, I can collect letters from the home of Amaranth Bane, in Bidea, in Dena Nehele, and from the Archive of Montserrat, in Sarque of Dhemlan, in the care of Prince Salazar. Send them to either place and I'll have them, though..." She shrugged as she pushed herself out of the chair. "I may not be particularly quick at the pen."

That was a joke, sort of, and she smiled crookedly at Omid in the hopes he would understand.