#kali'renna

[naivariasunspell]

Dream of Lady Devonshire’s puppies dressed like Lady Merialeth, Lady Blackwood, Lady Starsong, and yourself. See them having tea at the Lady’s house.— theladydevonshire

Elnias had just finished pouring the ladies their tea, a small tea-towel draped neatly over his arm as he set the teapot down in the middle of the table. “The Lady has asked me to inform the four of you that she will be with you shortly.  Please do enjoy your tea.”

Excitement coursed around the room.  Naivaria knew that she should have suggested wine too; after all, what kind of dress-designing party would this be without a little bit of loosening up?  Next to her Lady Ashfall made a noise, and as she looked over she saw the little corgi–dressed in an elegant ice-blue gown–daintily lapping tea from her cup.  It had been an approving noise, and after taking a drink of her own tea she understood why.  Elnias had broken out the good stuff.  Her sigh came out as a little whine, and her butt wiggled with her stubby tail, rustling the little shawl that she had draped across her back to fend off the cold.

Lady Blackwood made a yipping comment across the table, which caused Lady Starsong to bark a little laugh in return.  It had been a compliment to the tea, and then Lady Starsong was complimenting Lady Blackwood’s magnificent blouse, and the latter returning the compliment toward Aeviara’s own pink dress.  Naivaria sat on her haunches, quietly observing the three ladies with a calm contentment that dissipated just as soon as Elnias brought out a tray of the tastiest looking biscuits that she had ever seen, shaped like adorable little bones.  Oh, she couldn’t wait, and as soon as they were on the table she realized that neither could the others, and the four of them bumped tiny snouts as they rushed the tray.Almost as soon as the four of them had wiggled their way back to their spots, Lady Devonshire appeared in the doorway.  “Ladies, I do believe we’ve some work to do,” she called out, and all four pups rose to their paws–Naivaria pausing to lap up the last of her tea before skittering after the others with her tongue lolling from the side of her little maw.Naivaria woke with a start, face-down and drooling into her pillow.  Slowly she opened her eyes, the pre-dawn grey that filtered in through the window alerting her to the early hour.  The dream was still vivid in her mind, and as she slowly rose to sit in a pool of blankets she rubbed at her forehead, and then felt at her face and looked at her hands.  “What in the world…” she muttered.  Had there been something in the air at that fashion show last night?  She certainly had not imbibed…Rising to her feet, she went about getting ready for the day, but several thoughts chased themselves in circles in her head.  Shaking it vigorously, she tried to dispel them from her mind as she trudged downstairs in search of the kitchen, determined not to suggest that Lady Devonshire name the remaining puppies after the women when Five came barreling down the hall to greet her with an excited series of yips and barks and whines–especially since at least one of them was male.  No, that was entirely too silly an idea to speak aloud.  A dress-designing party, however…theladydevonshire | lady-blackwood | aeviaras | merialeth

[killerpersonality]

Back Up Plan

Aiden fell backwards after leaving Kali’renna’s mind and sucked in a large breath. Whatever had been inside there was strong and he hadn’t expected it. It took more magic than he had planned to use and his body felt weak. He desperately needed sleep and so he crawled over to the chair beside her cage and collapsed onto it.

Whoever the woman the Faceless now wanted made Aiden wonder what use she would be, he was growing more and more curious. Yeven. He needed a face to put to the name so he could get the plan into motion. He would offer her a trade and if she accepted he might have another pawn inside the resistance. It all depended on if his fight for control was successful or not. If it all went right, Kali would be incredibly useful alongside Bennich.

He needed to meet with his informant again. She knew a lot about the resistance and maybe she could shed some light on their defenses. A lazy smile twitched at his lips as his eyes closed. If everything went to smoothly Cael’rus would be in for a surprise later on. A small surge of excitement overcame him just from the thought of the possible chaos to come.

The first ray of sunlight peeked into the small cabin and after a few tests...it was confirmed. Aiden now had control over the arcanist’s mind.

It was time.

[ lady-blackwood hardchargedvoltage we-the-faceless the-handmaidens-collective yeven bennich-darkfall ]

[killerpersonality]

Letter to The Coyote

“Cael'rus,

You don’t know me, but I know quite a bit about you. So let me tell you something I found out in just little time.

You’re engaged to a lovely woman named Kali’renna. It would be such a shame if something were to happen to her, wouldn’t it? So dangerous for her to be walking alone with nothing more than a dog to keep her company during a time when you’re rebelling. I wonder why you weren’t keeping a better eye on those you care about?

However, she’s in my care now. She will remain this way until you give yourself over to the whispers and free your mind. Choose wisely, because her blood is now on your hands.”

The letter would be unsigned, Kali’s blood smeared at the bottom, and inside the envelope would be her coyote pendant.

[ hardchargedvoltage we-the-faceless the-handmaidens-collective lady-blackwood ]

[kyeril]

September 20

   Kali and Cael came to visit today. Got into an argument with Cael. I feel stupid and helpless. It was worse when I started to cry. Can’t even keep myself together, it’s so ridiculous. All it takes is a little yelling and I cry. Wonderful! Kali tried to cheer me up with trip planning. It was really nice of her, but it was kinda hard to get into it (but I’m pretty sure I played it off well enough). Overthinking, I guess.

   Cael didn’t explain anything. Just said something was going on. So helpful! (end sarcasm.) Answers woulda been nice, especially since they were kinda, you know, in my head, and I don’t like things I don’t know in my head, but whatever.

   I’m scared to see what happens next. It’s been quiet, but it’s not going to stay that way, is it? I’m good at staying out of trouble, though, and I hope it stays that way. My kitchen’s stocked up for self-imposed exile, so I should be good to go, I think. Well. Good to stay.

   Oh well. It was nice to see them, I guess. I haven’t seen anybody for a week or more. Not like that isn’t normal. But I’m used to taking walks, at the very least, even if I don’t really talk to people.

   I don’t know. I’m confused by whatever’s happening. I just wanna go back to picking flowers.

The monk’s eyes read the entry for the fiftieth time as she reflected on the situation as a whole. A long, drawn out breath escaping her lungs, she stared at those last words with pursed lips before placing it to the side. Gingerly, she shut the journal and slipped it into her desk drawer again. Elbows propped on her desk, she set her chin in her hands. Staring at the wall; pensive. As if the answers would come if she thought hard enough.

“’He cares about you,’” she quietly mocked, “’he just sucks ass at showing it!’ Sure. Sure, not like he should try to stop being a pansy about feelings and maybe try to show or tell rather than just be a stone cold jackass all the time! Gods, I just wanna kick him sometimes. What’s he been doing, lately, anyway?”

Restlessness got the best of her. She pushed her chair back with a bit too much force, startling Puff, who left his spot on her shoulder and hastily fluttered away. Ky stood and made her way to the bathroom so she could change into something more comfortable for bed. Her mind continued to race, though it remained fairly streamline: anxiety, fear, worry, panic, and every other thing one might feel when dragged into a potentially dangerous situation.

More time shut away in solitude. Not-so-solitary solitude. Her apartment was going to become a safe spot for Kali, at least, and a couple others. She couldn’t protest to having a few extra people around. It’d be rude to lock them out, wouldn’t it? It shouldn’t hurt to have them there.

But she wouldn’t get involved with this ‘resistance’ she heard about. Avoid all of it, and she’d be safe. Taking sides was dangerous. Something can’t bother you if you don’t pay it attention, she thought. The fine line of neutrality: she’d straddle it, as she always did, until push came to shove.

(If she had it her way, there wouldn’t be anyone staying in her apartment, as cruel as it may be, not so long as they had an affiliation with either side. She only knew they were against Them, but not necessarily if they were part of the Resistance. It didn’t matter, did it? Affiliation by proximity was still affiliation; it was a side.)

There was one blessing to count: she hadn’t heard anything since those first whispers. Sometimes it felt like she was watched, but it was chalked up to paranoia and nothing more. It happened. Things were imagined so easily - too easily, she might think, especially when you were the type to be constantly wound up and ridden with anxiety.

Unsurprisingly, that thought brought little comfort.

< the-handmaidens-collective / we-the-faceless / hardchargedvoltage / lady-blackwood >

[naivaria]

”Don’t make it into a big deal.” - Kali & Naiv

Naivaria had started a poke war with Kali, and the two had made their way across the lawn in a storm of laughter, shrieks and flailing limbs as they tried to block each other. Finally Kali made to use magic, and Naivaria doubled over laughing as an unseen hand found her ribs and tickled them. Kali started laughing breathlessly too, and made to lean her hand on the fence next to her only to put her weight down too early–the fence was much lower than she’d expected. The young lady tipped sideways over it with a surprised noise, grunting when she landed in a flower bed. When Naivaria saw what had happened she gasped and came running over, holding out her hands to help Kali to her feet.

“Are you all right!?”“I’m fine,” she said, laughing it off as she took the seamstress’s hands and found her feet again. Nai looked at her worriedly, checking for blood or scrapes, and then looked down to the flowers when she was confident that the lady had not come to harm.She gestured lamely to Kali. “Oh, but you’re a mess and the flowers are a mess and–”“Don’t make it into a big deal,” Kali said softly, attempting to comfort her friend.“I… I’m not…” Nai said. “I just wish I had a camera so I could show Aevi and Meri.” Now her facade broke, and the started snickering–which just resulted in Kali brushing as much of the dirt as she could off of herself before she brought her arm out… and poked her.[ lady-blackwood ]

[naivaria]

TMI - (For any/all) What is your characters thoughts on the phrase 'guilty pleasure'? Do they have any? Do the hide them? Are they ashamed or proud?

Naivaria smiled a bit sheepishly. “Guilty pleasures… embarrassing things that I really enjoy doing?”  Her cheeks flushed just a little bit as she dipped her head. “I like making up stories about people, and it sounds really stupid! But when I watch them I like to wonder what’s going on in their lives. What they’re reading, what they’re doing, their reasons for certain quirks and actions. I’m usually wrong, though.”

[naivaria]

✘ - The inner demon: The aspects of your characters that they wish they could get rid of or control but cannot seem to.

Naivaria looked at Kali’renna, her eyes thoughtful as she sat across from her with a teacup in hand. “I am not generally one to talk about it much unless it comes up, but I… hurt all the time. I try to push the pain away, but there is always an ache there that I can never seem to shake. I’ve tried drugs… loads of drugs… but they only help for a little while. There was a period of time when Theylia and I searched nonstop for some kind of cure or solution, but we have thus far found nothing that works. I think it is something I may just have to live with.”

[naivaria]

Your character has just discovered my character's journal/diary. Leave a ☱ in my askbox for an entry that’s about you.

July 24

I had tea with Lady Blackwood, and it was there that, after everyone had left, she told me something that made me fear for her. I tried not to show it, for the lady was in distress already, but… I was not the best person to tell. I don’t know much about the subject matter, and I have certainly never had that kind of thing happen to me.I hope that I gave her the right advice. It felt right–I usually have a kind of sense about these things–but at the same, this is someone else’s life. If things don’t go well because of me, I… don’t know what I will do. I find myself worrying about her at odd times. Today it was while I was eating my morning meal.I hope that handkerchief does not find its first use because of this.[ lady-blackwood ]