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House Essair / Pieces in Place
« on: May 19, 2018, 02:04 AM »
She smiled, softly and a bit absently, resting her cheek against his hair for a moment. "I love you too," she murmured. "I think the painkillers are finally kicking in." It would seem so. Her leg didn't hurt as much, now, and her mind was wandering random directions, thinking about inane things, and some of the things she decided to say, they were a bit odd, Victoria could admit. But, perhaps it wasn't altogether surprising. She'd always felt like Atenra and Sepheres deserved the truth from her, at least, but it was simply too dangerous, before. If nothing else, she felt safe, in House Essair. Safer than she had in a long time, a feeling she only remembered really getting when the world was much younger, and she had far more to lose.

"Yeah... me too," she admitted. "The weather's all weird, because it's trapped in a mountain corridor, essentially. The southwestern range blocks the air currents from the coast, and the northeastern range blocks the air currents from Galace, so the Kharga desert is kind of a cold one, the temperature drops below freezing sometimes, but it also gets really hot in summer, and sometimes the weather can change in mere hours. I always have to admire people that can manage to make their livelihoods in places like that, how tough they must be. But the architecture is the only kind in its class, giant pyramid shapes, the imperial palace is a large pyramid structure with a crystal at the top, they use it for electricity generation, four or... was it five... different rings of wall around the city and aura barriers to protect its lands from sand and snowstorms. It sounds like something someone made up on a whim, doesn't it."

Yes, Victoria distantly recognised this, at least. She hadn't put much thought into it, really, and she supposed it didn't matter too much. The chances of either of them seeing Saqqara for themselves, one day, well, those were slim. But there were so many things out there, so many wonderous and interesting things, and not only did she want to see them, but she thought it'd be good for her sons to see them, too. To better know and understand that there were more things to life and living than the terrors of Dalmasca. Oh, how messed up this nation was. Victoria never was terribly proud to be Dalmascan, and quite truthfully, may never.

"I'd like to see you smile, someday," Victoria mentioned, off-hand. "I don't think you ever have." At least, if he had, she hadn't seen it. Admittedly, she'd not had long with him, before. Maybe things would be different, now. "I'm sorry things are so weird, now. But change isn't all bad, nor is it all something to be afraid of. Things can get worse, sure, but they can get better, too. And in being afraid of things getting worse, you can stop them from getting better. I know it's hard. You're still young, yet, still don't know much about the world, or yourself. You'll be okay. It'll be okay, now. Someday, you'll hear a voice whispering in your heart. Listen to it, Sepheres. That voice is who you are."

Merenwen shuffled back in about there, with a strip of metal, and went to carefully working it under Victoria's leg.

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House Essair / Pieces in Place
« on: May 18, 2018, 04:40 AM »
Slightly, Victoria shook her head, frowning in thought. There was something she was missing... she'd read a lot, about Saqqara, the valley of Nashret, about the mountain ranges that the valley rested between. The temperatures were wildly random, she remembered. But there was something she was forgetting, something important, about House Lucain, about Saqqara. Something that Sepheres should know. Victoria let her breath out, in an airy, frustrated-sounding hiss. What was it...

"I hope so," Victoria answered, almost absently. "I miss him. Love is complicated, Sepheres," she said, her tone still halfway there. "It isn't passion, or promises, or that fluttery feeling people talk about all the time. That's just being in love, but anyone can convince themselves they are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has run its course. When it's all faded away, at the end of it, you must decide if you've grown so close you can never imagine being apart again. When all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches, Gannicus and I found, we were one tree, and not two as before. There is nowhere he can go that I won't be with him, and neither can I go where he won't follow, because he is here, in my heart, but it is not the same." It was, in its own way, painful, but Victoria tried not to let go of the hope they'd meet again, someday. Instead, she kept thoughts of him close, what memories of him she had closer, and tried not to be too upset. He wouldn't want her to stop living without him, anyway.

Ah, of course. Regillus probably had done something, likely sent him somewhere safe. "Your half-brother," Victoria said. "Regillus is your half-brother. He is Umbrius' son, and mine, not Aurelia's." Sepheres was not going back to House Lancaster, if she had anything to say about it. It didn't matter if she told him, and Kassandros didn't seem interested in sending him back, anyway. She remembered, when she asked where her sons were, Kassandros always answered the same: they're coming, soon. He was right, as everyone always said he was. He didn't seem to mind Sepheres being here. He wasn't a slave, not legally, she'd had him registered as a member of House Allendale, he had more freedom than Titus had allowed him to believe.

Maybe, somewhere along the way, he'd learn to be a person, make friends, maybe. Victoria hoped so. Her youngest was saddening.

"OH!" She remembered now! Yes, that was what she forgot! House Lucain had not existed, until Saqqara did, but they were the ones that united the warring tribes and created Saqqara in the first place, and ruled it thereafter. "Saqqara was once a collection of scattered tribes, always fighting one another for territory and resources. Sahura, your grandfather, conquered one tribe, and then used that one tribe to conquer the rest, and unite them under a single banner. Eventually, they converged into Saqqara, and Sahura leads it even today. Thus, House Lucain, your father's house, rules Saqqara. Sepheres, you and Atenra are princes!"

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House Essair / Pieces in Place
« on: May 13, 2018, 03:49 PM »
Instinctively, really, Victoria reached up and lightly petted Sepheres' hair. It was thicker and coarser than hers, but not quite as much as Gannicus' hair was. She used to do that all the time, with Atenra, too, often braiding their hair out of their way when the temperature was high outside. Titus used to complain about it, ah yes, that was his name, saying it made them look like Macenian barbarians, but Victoria never paid it much mind. It wasn't any of Titus' business what she did with her sons' hair, and it kept it off their skin so it didn't stick to their neck. Victoria had thick hair, too, hers was just less coarse and didn't hold braids the same way. Speaking as someone that often had her hair stick to her skin, it was terribly uncomfortable.

She caught an odd scent off him, that made her heart twist in upset. She didn't say anything.

"I know," she said, quiet. "I didn't want to tell you, in case either of you got curious. It'd be normal, if you did, curiosity is natural. But if he found out... he was always about leverage and gaining upper hands. He'd probably have turned you both into weapons against Gannicus, maybe even used Gannicus as a weapon against you two. I didn't want that. I'd rather you didn't know, than you did and were always denied knowing him anyway. Spartacus is his brother, his birth name's Sati, your uncle, he's a werehawk. It's been a long time, now, since they came to Dalmasca, both have forgotten a lot over time, but they both say they're from the valley of sand. No one's called it that in a long time, but I think they mean the Valley of Nashret, as in the Free City of Saqqara." That was, after all, the only valley of sand in Azaleon. The only desert, even.

Someday, she'd like to see Saqqara. The architecture was unique to the region; Saqqara was the only place that designed buildings quite the way they did. If she remembered right, Saqqara was comprised at least halfway of weres, so it made sense the weres would be from the city that was dominated by them.

Victoria huffed, hugging Sepheres a bit tighter for a moment, then going back to playing with his hair. "I'm not even sure where to start," she admitted. "I used to have a wide range of friends, before I married him, and now I hardly remember any of them. I wouldn't be able to find Gannicus easily if I tried, but he's made it this long. He's a big name, too, maybe someone'll incidentally tell me where he went. Some make the mistake of thinking him of lacking intelligence, as he doesn't speak much. When he does, his words are short and to the point. He's never rude, but, I've never known him not to point out stupidity, either. For all that he doesn't speak much, he says a lot all the same, it's just a matter of understanding what he doesn't put to words, as well as you understand what he does. It sounds more complicated than it is. I never had the chance to tell him, about you. Titus started following me, after you were born, so I named you after your grandfather. Sepheres is a variant form of Sahura, Gannicus and Sati's father's name. So that, if anything went wrong, Gannicus would know you're his. But I suppose he'd have known either way; you probably smell like Lucain, to him. I'm not sure what that smells like, but, he always smelled kind of like warm weather and smoke, maybe." Her senses, though, being as she was hume, were dampened in comparison to his. She was sure 'Lucain' smelled different, to a were.

"Is Aten still with... er... the other house?" She'd forgotten 'Lancaster,' apparently.

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House Essair / Pieces in Place
« on: May 11, 2018, 03:46 PM »
Ah, yes, Lycaon. Now she remembered a bit clearer. Her face scrunched up in pain, when he moved her, but, she didn't squirm, at least. "Right, yeah, you were one of the newer ones," she answered, letting out the breath she'd held. "I'm glad you think it's a good house. I've heard a lot of conflicting things about House Essair, but, no one here seems to dislike Kassandros."
"First thing about Kassandros," Merenwen put in, going back to fixing Victoria's leg, "he's never surprised. He knows too much, things he shouldn't. He's a seer, you see, the light tells him, things people can't or won't say. There are no rules with him, except, don't put anyone else in danger if you can help it, and never hurt anyone else with your choices. Other than that, he doesn't mind much of anything." The ilim's ears flattened, somewhat, hands glowing a soft green. "Oh dear, you splintered the bone further down."
Victoria had the humility to look a bit sheepish. "I'm sorry."
Merenwen shook her head. "No, I understand. But, I'll need a splint, to keep it straight." With that, Merenwen shuffled out the door, to go get that splint. Probably a metal one, for the strength.

According to Kassandros at least, she'd fallen off a cliff. Victoria didn't remember this, but she did vaguely remember waking up for a moment on a fishing boat, and then it went blank again, until she'd been here for a bit. Kassandros had explained, she'd been unable to breathe long enough, it'd damaged her memory, and that was why she couldn't remember a lot of things. She'd like to think, she always remembered her sons, but, sometimes she did, and sometimes, she didn't. When she did remember them, it was almost always a frantic, where the hell are they, sort of thing, but she never recalled why.

Victoria reached over with her good arm, patting Sepheres' hand, very lightly. "I missed you, too. Kassandros says I fell off a cliff. I got lucky, and hit the water and then the rocks, instead of the rocks directly, and lived. Though uh, did some damage along the way," she added, nodding at the arm in the sling. "I don't remember why. I don't even remember being near the cliff." It wasn't so important, maybe, in the end.

"Can I have a hug? Just, carefully maybe, but I think if I don't move this arm, it'll be okay. You've got your father's eyes, you know. Aten does too. Ah, he's not here, Gannicus. You and Atenra are the sons of Gannicus. The tall white-haired blood fighter. He's a were, a lion, if I remember right. Oh, I should -" Victoria started to stand, winced, and laid back down. "I should sit still, rather. Right." Sitting still was a much better idea. There'd be time. She had a hard time believing, even if her anxiety told her otherwise, that Gannicus wouldn't still be alive when she went looking for him. He'd made it this long, after all.

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House Essair / Pieces in Place
« on: May 09, 2018, 10:33 PM »
"What'd I tell you," Merenwen was saying, shuffling around her to try and get her leg back together in the meanwhile. Who knew how long it'd take for the little one to come back. "You shouldn't keep jumping out of bed."
Victoria just grumbled against the stone floor. It was comfortable, at least, insofar as it was cool down there. She often had issue with her temperature fluctuating, at times rather wildly. Most likely, it came with the territory of being on the mend. Either that, or she was older than she remembered being, and was well on her way to menopause. It wasn't as if she'd taken the time to ask about it, as ultimately, it didn't terribly matter. Or at least, she didn't think it did. She could be rather incorrect, to be fair. "I keep forgetting," she answered, finally.
"How do you forget?" the ilim asked, clearly confused. "If nothing else, you should be in rather the good deal of pain."
Ah, sometimes, she was. But it didn't matter, because that was her son. She didn't bother trying to explain it. In the end, it really didn't matter. Victoria wasn't terribly known to think with a clear head, when her sons were involved, somehow. Particularly that one, as she'd had only short snatches of time with him, and ultimately, they didn't really know one another very well. But he was here. For some reason, that was odd, he shouldn't be, but the only other place he'd be wasn't safe. She didn't remember why. It didn't matter. He wasn't there, he was here, and that was good.

Merenwen moved, a few minutes later, out of the way. Victoria glanced up, smiled a bit, and said, "I remember you... I've forgotten your name, though, I'm sorry." The smile turned into something of a concerned frown. Something with an L... "Wolf? Hmm..." That sounded right but also really didn't.
"She's forgotten a lot," Merenwen filled in.
"Oh, right, move away, I'll try not to squirm." Well, not that squirming was really a thing she could do, at the moment. One of her arms was in a sling, she'd shattered the elbow hitting a rock, and she'd fractured one of her femurs. That was the leg she kept breaking, of course. Several ribs were cracked, but they hadn't damaged her lungs, thankfully, varying little scratches and bruises here and there. She probably looked like she'd gotten in a fight with someone.

"It's nice to see you, though," she added, and she meant it. "Here, and not... there. Whatever that means." Either he got it, or he didn't.

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