The Eccentric Elf

[under-the-elvish-sun]

phelixmilrothar​:

Phelix demurred and looked away for a moment, giving Xi’mia a chance to gather herself before she continued.  He sipped at his tea instead, savouring the taste.  Phelix found pleasure any longer in few physical things; but tea certainly was one of those lingering indulgences he enjoyed.

When she began speaking, once more - like the situation of her brother and Uncle - Phelix was once more intrigued.  He knew of the Tarandiels - and older house, if rather ineffectual.  They usually tied themselves to the governing body, lending their expertise as needed but otherwise staying out of any major decisions for Asfahel.  

That they’d allied with Xi’mia’s Uncle was unsurprising; what Phelix knew of the man, he was charismatic.  Enough to rival even Xi’mia’s own charm and graces, albeit in a much different way.  It was how the Uncle was able to gather so many followers, to attempt his (now failed and crumbled) coup.

But when she mentioned that they fled into Loqoala, only to be apprehended by that stinging gnat of a boy, the Heir Apparent of Rajayer,  Phelix suppressed a growl of frustration.  Fortunately, it seemed Xi’mia had fallen out of favour with the whelp herself, so Phelix didn’t hide his ire too strongly.

“Loqoalans are untrustworthy overall,” he said piously, if peevishly.  “And Rajayers are descendants of pirates - brutes and savage murderers, chih.  They are the worst of the lot.  Whatever assurances that young Kumara gave to you is a lie.  His entire family legacy is built on lies.”

Phelix didn’t really know that for sure - he wasn’t interested or invested enough to Loqoalans to learn much of the great families’ histories.  But it was an educated enough guess, and he was happy to spread the slander to Xi’mia.  

“I’m sorry to hear about little Ixti’s fate - however his ending proves fortuitous if he is now in your care.  Adopted a child, Xi’mia - how wonderful.”  How unpredictable, more like.  But Phelix was now eager to meet the child.  If Xi’mia truly felt invested in it, and if she then ended up entrusting her political clout into the grooming and training of the boy, then Phelix knew he needed to befriend this child as well. Gauge it, and measure its worth and use for the rebellion.

He nodded about the human dignitary; since Xi’mia didn’t volunteer the name yet, Phelix didn’t ask.  Bu he smiled indulgently a Xi’mia.

“But I’m afraid I’m not sure where I can advise you.  I’m not known for my child-rearing skillsets, alas I’ve never had or wanted children of my own.”  He peered at Xi’mia.  “Is there something specific about the boy?”

...

After her discovery while visiting Rajayer Xi’mia had soured to Avitej, and most of the Kumara family that still ‘took his side’. Even with all her ire Phelix’s words caused a pinch of discomfort. 

“Phelix, dearest. Loqoala includes an awful lot of people to make such sweeping statements.” It was a half-hearted chastisement. She could not quite push out of this pattern she took with the elder Vailwen. Yes, she had challenged him once and felt gratified with that outcome, but now he was on her side of things and she was loath to drive off an ally.

“Once upon a time I was rather close to the Kumara’s.” She arched a brow. “In fact one of my dignitary guest at present is a delightful young Kumara, dearest, so do be careful how loudly you besmirch her family. I would hate for the young lady to feel unwelcome.” She bit her lip, glancing around to see if anyone was listening in. Then leaned forward lowering her voice to be sure it wouldn’t carry. “But I am afraid her elder brother Avitej embodies all the worst impulses of the piratical heritage.”

She pinched her face. Happy to display her judgement and disgust plainly for Phelix to see. He at least would neither be insulted or critical. “I should have seen it in his eyes. The savagery, how plainly and flippantly he lied about murdering an entire family of elves in his land. If peace among nations did not feel so tenuous because of the rebellion threat I would make a much bigger deal of it.” Xi’mia did not realize when she had started tightening her hands into fists but she released them now. Breathing herself down from the frothy fervor that was building within her. 

“I don’t want to cause and international incident, but as it stands I feel like I’m failing poor Ixti…” She sighed, shifting seamlessly from anger to guilt. Still, Ixti was only one Asfahalan and she had to think of the many as well.

“Which, yes, brings us to Ixti. Poor thing, I say adopted, as that is how committed I feel to this course of action. But of course Ixti is still young and his loss is so fresh…” She sighed and shook her head. 

“That’s just it, Phelix. You have a skillset I can never achieve myself. You’re a mage.” Xi’mia was finally getting to the crux of the matter. It had just taken a roundabout path to get there .”He’s shown he has a talent for light magic but I’m afraid it’s coming out in uncontrollable bursts. He’s reactive to everything, sounds, sudden movements--but still keeping everything bottled up inside. It can’t be good for him, or his magical ability. It’s certainly become a bit of an issue here.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

phelixmilrothar​:

If Phelix had the ability to feel fond and amused, he would probably be feeling it at this moment.  Watching Xi’mia flying into the room, all dramatics, it was a complete opposite of the Xi’mia he’d last encountered in these chambers.  She’d displayed stress both times, but over her brother it was tense, terse, haunted.  Here, she was a swish and twirl of dress, arms and hair as she flung herself down onto the lounge-chaise.

Phelix tugged a wood chair over and crouched down onto it like a vulture, his expression all patient curiosity and concern.

“You’re starting in the middle, Xi’mi,”  Phelix said with a slight smile.  This at least was also a familiar Xi’mia way.  So caught up in her own worlds - whether those worlds were family, governance, or otherwise - she spoke as if everyone she knew and loved would and should simply just know what predicament she was dealing with at any give time.

The name ‘Ixti’ tickled the back of Phelix’ mind, but he’d lived too long to recall every single name that crossed his path.  

And when Xi’mia finally spilled her news, he sat back heavily, staring at her in disbelief.  “I’m sorry.  I thought I heard you…adopted a child? What child? And why?”  It hadn’t even been that long since they’d last been up in the old temples, saving her brother from their uncle.  Elves rarely did anything quickly - grand events happening a year apart could sometimes seem too soon.

Trust Xi’mia to defy that.

...

“Oh of course. My dear Phelix how rude of me. I’ve been so accustomed to you being there. And so eager in my needs I-” She shook her head. Her feelings for Phelix remained complicated, but whatever anger or shame she felt in his regard she pushed to the side. 

“I’m afraid it is a terribly complicated matter Phelix.” She sat up in her chair. Face growing grave as she prepared to talk about the serious matter. She spared a moment to signal to a servant to bring them some refreshments. 

“House Tarandiel fled my Uncle, a clear failing on my part but one we have recently rectified.” It was something she could admit easily to her old friend. Hard as it was to admit otherwise. She sighed.

“I am afraid that they ran from one threat only to be destroyed by another.” There was no need for dramatic sigh as she relayed this information. The emotions of regret she felt were real. The family were tied to her own house by years of loyalty. Their passing, their massacre was a tragedy.

“I know so few of the details. The lesser Avitej, heir to the Archeduchy by way of mistakes and tragedy. Well, he was not forthcoming in any details and Ixti is too traumatized still to talk about what happened but his house, his whole family. They were killed while hiding in Loqoala and Avitej had the gaul to imply that they endangered themselves and him.” Xi’mia shook her head again. Pulling her arms close.

“Only Ixti Tarandiel was left alive. He was being kept by the humans that slaughtered his family. It is only by fate and luck I was able to find him and whisk him away from that awful place.” The servant returned, with swift service bringing in a tray of refreshments for the both of them. Xi’mia paused a moment to let them get sorted and out of the way before beginning again.

“So yes, I’ve adopted him Phelix. He has no one else in the world. It’s only right…” She reached out for a cup of tea. Taking a breath before adding. “Also, I’ve a visiting human dignitary. She’s young but has been an absolute boon for poor Ixti. He needs all the help he can get.” She shook her head, taking a slow sip.

“Which is of course why I sought you out, chih. I’m afraid I might be out of my depth with him. Motherhood-- even of a fostering sort-- is entirely new to me.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

phelixmilrothar​:

@under-the-elvish-sun​

It was evening when Phelix arrived in Asfahal, and since he was expected, he passively made himself known, so that he could be shown to where Xi’mia was expecting him.  She told him in her message that she had important things to discuss.  No doubt - after the effects of the eclipse, he was curious to find out what happened with the Governess and her people.

Also, what effects specifically, if any, had affected her.  Did the magic still linger within her, Phelix wondered, after the attack from her Uncle?

Regardless, Phelix did also hope Xi’mia had some of that lovely Asfahalian tea he enjoyed so much.  He refrained from requesting it though, until he was in her presence.  After all, if there was some sort of grave matter, it wouldn’t do to have him clutching a cup of hot tea in the presence of the Governess, in her own home.

His eyes lingered on her own private abode as he walked, recalling the mirrored room she’d cleverly made, and her bedroom where she imbibed in the scrying drink.  Close to that, were the apartments of his own bedroom, where he’d once ailed, centuries ago.  Where a much younger Xi’mia nursed him by hand back to health.  The memories swam, between his past intentions back then to further split her and her brother, and the more recent memories of Xi’mia expressing her true feelings for Phelix, and her anger at the way he’d tried to treat her as a child, not a peer.  

An subject he’d not yet found a way to resolve just yet.  But with time - and Phelix was sure that Xi’mia herself had enough matters to keep herself well-occupied.  

“Hello Ximi,”  he greeted her with a smile, when they met.  He held his gnarled hand out to her.  “I hope you’re well.”

...

The rooms in Xi’mia’s home were bustling as of late. She had become accustomed to the rooms being empty, after her parents passed, and she sent her brother away. For too long it felt like; though now filled. Her brother was back and avoiding her--whether it was to mope or plot she couldn’t concern herself with it now. A foriegn dignitary, or more apt description of Rhiss would be a young human teen with complicated feelings about her elder brother of her own. 

It was the current youngest vae resident that was currently vexing Xi’mia the most. It wasn’t his fault of course, the youngest in a family and the only survivor. A child traumatized, then treated horribly by that awful man, Avitej, traumatizing the boy even further. Anyone with an actual conscience would be torn up over Ixti Tarandiel, and Xi’mia’s bleeding heart was no different.

She looked harried as the elf marched down the hall to meet Phelix. Underslept with bags under her eyes, hair eskew out of it’s braid, hardly her put together self. 

“Phelix!” Xi’mia near collapsed from relief when she saw her old friend. Taking his hand in hers, she gripped him tighter than necessary. “Thank the gods you’re here. I need to speak with you. Desperately.” Letting go Xi’mia pulled back to place a hand on her chest. Well familiar with the meeting room where they met the governess didn’t even have to look back to the lounge before she flung herself down in it. Exhausted but certainly not exhausted enough to skimp on the dramatics.

“There is so much I have to tell you. The boy, Ixti, so talented, so hurt. It’s not his fault of course, all the outburst. He’s managing remarkably well.” She spoke with her hands, sighing as she did. Remembering at the last second Phelix was not up to date as she bombarded them. “Oh, chih, I have, slightly, adopted a child.”

[heriknothenrik]

Location: Asfahel

If there was one Vailen house for Lucelwen to have an interesting relationship with, it was Solothrace. The family was fond of creating and cultivating eccentric souls. For example, before @under-the-elvish-sun​ governed as its current councelor, her brother was next in the Solothrace lineage to be Governor. Not her. But alas, that did not become the actuality. As children of former elder Councelors, Herik and Xi’mia, at times, crossed paths. After all, they were only a few centuries apart in age. 

He was sure that as a Solothrace, Xi’mia was eccentric. At the very least, she had her moments. Of which, Herik had yet to witness. Try as he might, when he came across Xi’mia, in a few of their previous moments, Herik hoped that she would leave the serious pretense that she kept as Governess. He tried coaxing Xi’mia out of, well, what Herik presumed to be a shell and to have more fun. As who, in all truth, would believe him if he ever spoke of such? Unequivocally the son of his father, Herik understood that Councelor or not, one must attempt to have fun. Otherwise, the weight of the responsibilities of governing would become too much. 

“It’s troubling,” Herik said, leaning back in his seat as he regarded Xi’mia. A quiet lull occurred during their chat. It was their first with Herik as a fellow Councelor. A part of Herik, the one who felt that the topic and tone of their conversation became too heavy, too serious, wanted to change the trajectory. “Never thought that there would come a day where I cease trying to see who Xi’mia Solothrace truly is. After the weight of the title and the responsibilities that come with it. But alas, here we are. How troubling, indeed.” Herik surmised. Another pause before a curious thought came to his mind and exited his mouth. “Does it ever change? That weight? Or does it eventually become you?”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

...

Herik, please.” Xi’mia said gently, like she was about to tease him over some fancy he’d taken. Her tone more suited to when they were children again discussing their idle summers and annoying tutors not discussing the future trajectory of their lands. “You make it sound as if I go about my days with a yoke on my shoulders and the most somber mien.” She pouted at him.

Truth be told her responsibility had been weighing on her more. After all that happened with her brother, taking on the responsibility of his mistakes and her own severe ways of rectifying them, the stress of being Governess was beginning to outweigh the perks. Her sense of obligation and duty already tainted by the rebellion’s claws in her--the Governess started to fear it was showing more as she frowned beside her old acquaintance turned colleague. Xi’mia looked around for some cup or a bit of nibble to hold over her mouth to hide the growing frown as she thought through Herik’s actual questions. 

She sighed. “I suppose Xi’mia Solothrace is the culmination of the title I hold and all the duties therein. I am a Governess, Herik, and have been for the majority of my life after the passing of these last few years for me. Am I really this dreadfully weighted?” The elf sighed again. “There was a time when I was excited by the challenges of my position. I would dearly recommend relishing the first hundred years, even as you stumble through your duties. We’re representatives of the people now, you and I. Shining pillars of our communities.” She smiled, it was a diplomatic sort of expression but her eyes held a spark of wryness to them. “You eventually become accustomed to the weight, I do not recommend becoming it. Even I seek out relief every now and then.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

sirlucanerickson​:

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“Perhaps I should thank fate. As such a beautiful sight to behold stands before me,” he told her as he noted the splash of color to her cheeks. He broke into a smile when she agreed to have a drink with him. “I should also count myself lucky that you don’t want to chance tempting fate.” He held out an arm to her as he lifted his foot from the man’s chest.

“Xi’tle, what a beautiful name. It is quite nice to make your acquaintance Xi. Tragedy you had to experience that to bring us to this point of meeting, but I am not complaining.” As they walked by the bar, he told the bar tender that there was a mess that someone would need to clean up on the floor. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for him at this place to best a ruffian and leave him on the floor. At least he was still breathing. He guided Xi over to a table, pulling out her chair for her. When the bar wench came he ordered ale for himself and advised whatever Xi wanted was on him tonight. He looked at her again, concerned. “Are you positive you’re okay? I know I believed I caught him before he could harm you but I wanted to make certain that’s the case.” 

...

Xi’mia smiled genially at the flattery. She was accustomed to such treatment, but it’s frequency did not mean she enjoyed the attentions of this man any less. She took his arm with a smile. “I will thank the gods for meeting a man such as you. With such good character, and even greater charm.” 

She tipped her head lightly to him in thanks as she took the seat offered. “Physically I remain unharmed. I am afraid the only lasting damage is to my nerves and morale.” Xi’mia demurred, hands moving dismissively as she spoke. Ordering a cider from the woman tender, she would have preferred a lighter wine but didn’t trust the sorts of wine in the Northern human establishment to be made to her liking. Her elven palette was a particular as any other Vae of her station. “I expect you must be used to this sort of thing. Sweeping into dangerous situations to rescue those of us who are out of our depth.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

cressidalucero​:

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A look donned Cressida’s features at the sight of the woman as she spoke. Within herself, Cressida sighed. She blatantly ignored the low thrum of emotions stemming from fatigue and frustration that she felt. Cressida pointedly overlooked the the slight rocking of the jars near Xi’mia. She attributed to her present bout of awry magic and instead forced herself to find a resemblance of peace and internal calm to focus onto. Feelings aside, Cressida had an obligation to her clients. Of which, Xi’mia was one. In agony or not, she must help the woman. It was her duty. Mustering her strength, Cressida rose slowly, her eyes scanning Xi’mia.

“The red door,” She began. “On the right towards the back. It’s private and I can treat you there.” She passed Xi’mia on her way to lock the front door of the apothecary. “You must be in pain,” Cressida reasoned as the elf winced. “Are you sensitive to any thing? Specific herbs or potions?” She laid a gentle hand on her arm. “Come. It has a bed.” Cressida offered gently. “You said that you thought it was treated, were you taking any thing to cure yourself? Or for the pain?” It was far better, Cressida surmised, to focus on the person she could help than to wrestle with her own illness brought on by the eclipse instead. “Whomever helped you before, did they say what they thought this was?”

...

“Good, yes, I would like privacy.” The relief Xi’mia felt then was immediate, but even so it did nothing to lessen the pain. “Of course I mean thank you, truly, thank you.” Xi’mia corrected once she saw the state of the woman. Anyone with an ounce of empathy could tell the proprietor was feeling out of sorts, as much as Cressida appeared to try to rally. The eclipse illness it seems was catching. Xi’mia could see it on the streets, curious how it only seemed to affect the magically-inclined. Had it not been for the would caused by the magic-imbued dagger she might have remained completely unscathed. 

“I have no sensitivities, thank you.” Xi’mia placed a hand over the one laid on her arm, following Cressida’s lead gratefully. “Well, to be completely forthright I am afraid there is a bit of clarification I need to make. You see, I’ve- uh” She grit her teeth together following another bright flash of pain; hinges on the red door rattled. Pausing to catch her breath and compose herself the Governess then continued. “I’ve taken no medicinal cure, but the cause was identified. It’s a magical wound, a dagger that’s left some kind of curse, spell, magical residue. It was theorized that once the mage who dealt the blow was-” Xi’mia paused at this bit, wondering how best to word it gently. “-dealt with, then the affliction would cease to be. That was not the case.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

avitejkumara​:

Now it seemed Xi’mia was enjoying herself, laying it on thick in her supposed ‘reminders’.  He stared at her, his expression flat and unamused.  And for a moment, Avi didn’t like Xi’mia Solothrace.  This wasn’t typical political wariness or playful skirting.  This was a preference on her character,  as she demonstrated her own preference in kind towards him.  An active, mutual dislike.

It felt a little sad.  Not exactly a heartbreak, but certainly a palpable loss.  Of a potential friendship, or at least an ally in good faith.  Avi stared at the tiled floor beneath Rhiss’ feet, so close against the Tarandiel boy’s own feet.  And still, Avi saw no reason to blame or fault himself, for anything he’d done.  His decisions were sound, and Rhiss was not his moral compass. She was his baby.

Strange, how well his sadness and loss could grant Avi a certain sense of clarity. Or perhaps it wasn’t strange at all.  Perhaps it was just the Rajayan way, given their seafaring life.  The ocean gave and it took away, depending on Kata’s guidance and Ivar’s temper.    Under Xi’mia’s jabs and Rhiss truly believing she was making some right decision,  Avi’s heart hardened a bit more.

On Rhiss’ encouragement, the boy went and took up some food, but didn’t seem to enjoy it.  He ate whatever was plain and he ate mechanically.  

“Our food doesn’t suit him,”  Avi observed, then shook his head.  “Sadly, the Archduke is busy in meetings all day with the Rajayan Council, but he does send his warmest greetings,”  Avi fibbed smoothly, and he motioned to Rhiss.  “See if the steward will grant you a moment to interrupt our father.  I’m sure he will wanted to be interrupted, at your grand news, bahbiji.”

For the first time since Rhiss made her resolve, she faltered when she heard her brother speak.  But she was only fifteen, and caught between whatever machinations between the adults that she definitely didn’t understand.  She felt the weight of her youth.  She believed she couldn’t rescind her demand now, although she didn’t understand why.  Instead, she just turned and fled into the Keep.

Avi bristled internally at the audacity of Xi’mia, now believing she had the upper hand, making plans to peruse his home.  His keep, on his land.  Extending her stay without even any inkling of an invitation from House Kumara. He was caught between stalling to try and keep Rhiss here a bit longer, and wanting Xi’mia off Rajayer immediately.  

“I cordially invite you to stay in my home for the night, Governess.  My little sister will want to get herself prepared and say her goodbyes here.  This is an impromptu and unconventional plan, but I understand we both have priorities to return to, after your visit today.  Asfahal must have a lot to deal with, if prominent families have been fleeing its shores in such hurried secrecy, that they were willing to die for it.” Avi replied coldly, and he returned to his chaise lounge, and stretched out onto it. He watched Xi’mia expectantly.  As the guest, she had to follow along.

He wanted to casually bring up a return date - a month from now, maybe two - but refrained.  To do so would imply that Asfahal was inhospitable and it would insult the Governess.  Avi decided he’d insulted her enough today - the evidence of such was standing between them, stuffing its face mechanically with rice balls.

“I’ll have a suite prepared for you, although on this short notice I apologize that it won’t be to the level of lavishness that you deserve,”  Avi said, returning to his own drink and food.  “It will all be arranged after supper, we can take a walk afterwards around the Keep, together. Including the boy’s room, since you insist.”  Avi bit the word angrily, letting her know it was insulting that she’d even asked.

“The boy will have his things packed for him, although there wasn’t much.  For now, we still have some hours of daylight, and with the Tarandiel question resolved, we can return to the original purpose of your happy visit, my dear Xi’mia.”

...

Xi’mia’s actions were uncouth, ill-mannered, and offensive by all metrics of courtly behavior. She was a Governess of Vailen, she knew how to charm royals but it didn’t mean she was beholden to their systems. 

“Your cordiality is noted, Avitej. A warm--compassionate-- reception is better than any lavishness I might enjoy.” The elf smiled. She expected the rest of her stay to be uncomfortable both physically and emotionally. Judging by Ixti’s detached behavior, faint movements and flat affect, he had a much worse time. “As does Rajayer. With the Archduke so indisposed. What a tragedy that after so many centuries of thriving in Asfahal the House Tarandiel was decimated so after only a few months spent in Rajayer.”

She smiled again, knowing she upset Avi and not caring a lick about it. With a deep breath she returned to her tale, directing it entirely to the scribe.

[under-the-elvish-sun]

vaerilthreshar​:

“It’s my gift from the gods,” he insisted with a smile, “I thought it was beloved for my good looks, or perhaps, just how easily likable I am.” He supposes that that takes part of how easy he took to conversation, and would sway things away from heavy conversations, and he himself did not like to take things too seriously.

“I try not to pull too much focus in Ludwen away from the sight of the ocean,” he insists. He loved the view of his home, the sight of the port and the ocean in view. He strove for Ludwen to be safe, making sure the walls his ancestors erected stay strong. “I believe most of my parents faith was put in me, and not in my sister. I fear I’ll let their spirits down in the end. I still have a thousand or so years to prove that thought otherwise though,” he told her, with a devious twinkle to his eyes. “Only time can tell what the gods have in store for me.”

...

“If you are truly wondering if you’re beloved for your beauty or charm then let me assure you.” Xi’mia grinned, happy for the lighthearted shift in their conversation. “The gods have blessed you with many gifts. So much so I think you may be favored by them.”

She shifted her head, tilting it down with a sigh. “I should visit Ludwen again, perhaps when I have more time.” She smiled lightly, mood lifted as she peered over at her fellow Vae. “I wish you plenty of time then to meet expectations-- but, oh it is discouraging to think that even you Vaeril think you’re not living up to expectations. I can parade around as I like, demanding my compliments directly or indirectly but still in my quiet moments I recall my every failure.” She breathed out in a huff. “One of these failures that I have no patience for divine plans. I am frustrated by a balancing act. I feel compelled to do something so there is some concrete outcome--for better or worse.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

avitejkumara​:

“I see,”  Avi replied,  Xi’mia’s rehashed explanation unsatisfactory but also loaded with implication.  He didn’t quite buy into the elder Tarandiel thinking ‘it didn’t matter’.  The Tarandiels were avoidant for some other reason; and Avi now (finally?) wondered if that reason, was Xi’mia Solothrace herself.  

But the question was: were they fleeing her directly?  Or her wrath for something they’d done against her?

He had no answers and he knew that he wouldn’t get them from Xi’mia.  However Avi couldn’t help his gaze drifting to her aching side in contemplation, as he chewed on the inside of his lip.

Avi did nothing to stop Xi’mia from approaching the boy.  The child only seemed to acknowledge Xi’mia when she was up close, speaking intimately with him.  He didn’t let go of Rhiss, and she didn’t release him either.  

But over their heads, Rhiss resumed glaring at her brother.  Behind the trio,  Avi remained a distance away, returning the silent communication back to Rhiss: ‘what?? I did what I had to, and you better not say another word.’

Rhiss inhaled in surprise when the beautiful Governess said that her brother was right - and brilliant to boot.  She glanced at Avi again, who usually loved praise, but this time he just had an uncertain smile on his face.  He said nothing just yet, and Rhiss watched as the Governess turned to face Avi once again.

And announced hosting her, with little Ixti, back in Asfahal.

Avi’s bland smile fell away, and he blinked at Xi’mia.  “I’m sorry, what?” He reared back his head, shaking it.  “No, no.”

But Avi seemed to catch himself, and hastened to amend.  “What I mean is, Governess, your gracious offer is an honour to our family.  Under most other circumstances, my father would happily see his beloved bahbi off for new adventures.  But considering the current climate of our world, I don’t think he would concede.  She’s his treasure, and with the rest of his children at sea, she is his caretaker as well.”

Smiling with confidence at his sister,  Avi continued.  “Besides, Rhiss has never left Rajayer.  This island, in fact.  She’s unused to the oceans, or foreign lands.”

Rhiss stared.  If Avi or Xi’mia had any magic in them, they would feel her energy brimming.  

“He’s right - I’ve only sailed along the coast of Rajayer Majora, never even to other islands, Governess”  Rhiss said.  Her eyes became saucers as she then said,  “But I believe I’m ready to visit Asfahel.”

Once more,  Avi’s placid smile fell away.  “Bahbiji, you don’t -”

Rhiss spoke over him.  “Our sister is healed from the Glasswater attack but cannot sail just yet.  She also wishes to spend time with father, and you know how he is.”  Meaning, given the frail state of the Archduke’s mind, he could really only handle one child by his side at a time.  Too many, and he became confused, then hostile, then deteriorated even more.

It suited the whole family to have Rhiss stay with him.  She never wanted to go anywhere anyway, and she doted on her father, enjoying her role as little Lady of Rajayer Keep, and nursemaid to her father.  Avi liked to think Rajayer could just remain frozen forever in this tableau: all the children sailing, Rhiss home with father.

If not for those fucking Tarandiel elves.

Terrified by her own bravery and clinging tighter to Ixti for support, Rhiss wobbled,  “I accept your kind offer, Governess.”

“No, she doesn’t,” Avi stated, more firmly this time.  Then turned to look at Xi’mia, knowing a sibling squabble in front of the Governess was not ideal.  “Your offer comes as a unexpected surprise, and there would be a lot of discussion.  My little sister is very precious to our household here, you see.  Her absence would be a…great loss.”  When he looked at Rhiss, his expression was pleading.

But Rhiss had the same stubborn streak as him.  She disregarded Avi’s plaintive look, her resolve strengthening as Ixti held her tighter.  “We would just have to ask the Archduke, Lady Governess.  I’m sure he’d be happy for me to have this opportunity.”  Rhiss looked at Avi with a peevish sort of smugness.  “Just as you said he would, bahana.”

Avi’s jaw flexed, tendons jumping.  But he said nothing, only staring at his little sister.

...

“Why Avitej, I’m surprised at you.” Xi’mia was, of course, far from surprised. Yet, her face could mock up a simulacrum of the emotion as she spoke to him. “Your sister seems eager for the opportunity to travel. By both your accounts the Archduke would be happy for her, and by your own it would suit this poor traumatized Vae child could use a steady, healing connection.” She smiled again, but here eyes were pulled back to the frail shadow of the young tarandiel family. Last in his line. 

For a brief second the emotion in her eyes was real. This would be another failing of hers, that she would lay on her shoulders restless nights in the future. It was almost a boon that she was so sure Avitej Kumara shared the majority of that weight. It felt good to be angry at him, cathartic to jab at him subtly as she dared. 

The loyalty of his youngest sister would be just another pawn in that game. She had no doubt Avitej was aware of her machinations even if Rhiss was not. But really, how could Xi’mia live with herself leaving the tender-hearted girl under the influence of a man who clearly did not share her values or predilections. 

“Of course. I am happy to delay if we need to seek an audience with the Archduke. I would not want to be rude and sweep his young daughter away without paying my respects.” Xi’mia grinned. Enjoying the smug expression on Rhiss’ face. Though following her own pronouncement the young Kumara’s expression became more inscrutable. It would be dearly interesting getting to know the child, both of them. 

“Rhiss, chih, why don’t you and Ixti have some of our fare? Ixti looks utterly famished and there are some delicious treats here.” Her tone softened again. Feeling an odd sort of maternal instinct well up within her--she’d always been able to repress this sort of thing before. Children were odd creatures, she hoped she had a few hundred years or so before she really saw the appeal. But here they were, neither of them hers, human and elf huddling together and all she wanted to do was sweep them up into a hug and protect them.

She may have been lying about her monthlies earlier but clearly it was close.

“Avi and I have some adult business to discuss.” Her gentle smile developed a keen edge as she turned back to Avitej. Moving in close to take his arm. She could tell he felt overwhelmed, or at least annoyed, and churlishly this just made the elf more pleased. 

“I can stay the night as we get all our plans sorted out. I suppose, as my stay is extending,” A change of plans that minutes ago would have been welcome, and days ago might have yielded more interesting results. “you can show me where you kept the Vae child? Him being so young, barely out of his 30’s and still unable to speak after his ordeal, perhaps seeing his living space will help yield more insight into his state of mind?” 

Her true purpose was to gain insight on Avitej’s state of mind, how he kept the Tarandiel boy all these many days and the true demise of the house. They may have acted against her once, but their subsequent change of heart warranted a kind of mercy. Certainly their children had done nothing to deserve punishment. It may make for an awkward night, but by all accounted it was warranted.

[under-the-elvish-sun]

avitejkumara​:

Avi watched Xi’mia carefully, never feeling more young, than he did under her gaze. She was over a millennia old.  He had no chance with her, in terms of any sort of excuse or duplicity.  Both offers were irrelevant when faced with someone who’d lived a dozen of his lifetimes. 

So he watched and observed her keenly, doing the only thing he could: taking his cues from Xi’mia herself.

And she provided them, with the cool grace of a true elven Governess.  Avi didn’t mind being outmatched, honestly.   Despite his own ego, he was realistic enough to know he lived in a world of people far more expert than him, at a great many things.  He could match, or at least come close.  What he didn’t like, was being outpaced…

…and yet here was Xi’mia, it seemed, waiting for him to catch up to her magnificence.

So with a humble deference, but an unwavering resolve,  Avi nodded slowly.  He didn’t break eye contact with Xi’mia, keeping his gaze steady and cool.  Grim, but pleasant.  

“Of course,” he murmured, with a clipped nod.  “I would be loathe to make you cross,  Xi’mia.”  This much was the truth.  At this point, Avi would only provide the truth - at least, a certain truth.  Considering they both were aware of things unspoken or omitted, about the Tarandiels.

“I don’t understand,” he said then, as she spoke weighted words.  About resolutions, and things going differently.  All so reasonable, all threaded on a very fragile thread between Xi’mia and himself.  If it wasn’t also so terrifying, Avi would just be admiring her for it. 

“I had asked the Tarandiel elder where they were from, and they refused to tell me.  Were withholding their Asfahal origin for some…specific reason?”  He shook his head.  “A shame indeed.”

He’d killed them all.  The younger elves, too distrustful of Duke Kumara’s reassurances and adamantly opposed to being taken back to Rajayer, had tried to make a break for it.  To commandeer the Rajayan ship themselves, sail it to Eldur, tehir backs to Loqoala (and Vailen) once and for all.    They’d attacked first - Avi and the crew of the Daakre’s Daughter only reacted to defend themselves.  That was how Avi saw it.

Granted, he didn’t have to kill them all.  He could’ve taken many of them captives rather than under custody.  But at the moment, Avi refused to take any chances.  They’d tried to attack once, and Avi was not going to let it happen a second time.  He’d already lost too many people that day.  He’d reasoned - if the elves were fleeing, surely they wouldn’t be missed?

“Home,”  Avi said though, his tone initially objecting.  But the boy appeared then, and gave that numb stare at Xi’mia, even as she spoke to him in elven.

The boy looked nervously a Avi when Xi’mia spoke of being hunted down, and when Rhiss appeared once more, the child scampered over to the teenager, putting his arms around her.  She held him immediately, but kept her eyes on the ground, rather than at her brother.

 “He is the last Tarandiel as far as I understand.  Unless their family split whilst they fled across the Empire.  Perhaps it’s too soon to remove him from Rajayer, you can see that he is…unwell, Governess.    My sister talks to him often, and it seems they’ve formed an attachment,”  Avi observed slowly, then looked over at Xi’mia.   

“Perhaps separation is not the best idea just yet?  But it is relief, that we now know he has a home to eventually return to.  A home that I understand is safer for him than it was before, yes?”

Rhiss made a strangled noise, but Avi was relieved she didn’t say anything.

...

“As I said they were fleeing. The elder Tarandiel must have presumed that it didn’t matter where in Vailen they were from. So often it only matters that they are Vae.” Despite what Xi’mia claimed the simple fact was staring her in the face. 

The head of House Tarandiel did not say they were Asfahalan elves because they did not want to be taken back to Asfahal. So scared of that possibility they would willingly keep every trace of their heritage a secret. It broke Xi’mia’s heart, and upset her besides. That under her watch a family that had been so close to the Solothrace house would be so afraid of their homeland. 

Granted it was due to a man who was also her enemy, but this too occurred under her watch. The rebels have kept her so preoccupied. It troubled her to think how else she might be failing. Not something she would willingly admit to the mixed company before her.

“What a shame it is.”

Xi’mia’s attention was focused on the young one, and how he shied from the elder Kumara but sought shelter with the younger one. More damning evidence for Avitej, and the slowly blossoming friendship between them. 

“I do see he is unwell… in fact let me get a better look at you child.” The Governess stepped forward, crouching as she did. It did not take much but soon she was at eye level with Ixti, talking to him again. “Don’t be afraid child. I won’t hurt you.” She continued in the common tongue they could all understand, eyes flicking up Rhiss. “I will make sure no more harm comes to you.”

Her tone was as gentle as her fingers. Calming touches offered to the boy’s face, shoulders and hands. Each one an inspection of his temperature, frame, and subtly checking for marks left from bindings. The Governess had a sinking suspicion that the last surviving Tarandiel, barely a child, was kept in conditions she would find satisfactory.

“Why Avitej, I believe you’re right. How brilliant of you to pose such a solution.” Ixti looked shocked momentarily, she set another hand against his cheek and he stilled only. Eyes unfocused on some distant spot. That would be what she would have to settle for now. Xi’mia did not bother to look at Rhiss, though the young Kumara made another half-choked noise.

“It would be unwise to separate the pair when they’ve formed such a-- healing attachment.” She rose and turned to Avi. “I would love to host Rhiss at my home while Ixti’pli recovers. We will see to it that she receives the best of care, and schooling as necessary. Who knows how long his re-acclimation may take. It seems whatever happened here--in Rayajer--was very traumatic.” Her gaze did not waver from Avi’s as she made her pronouncement, all like it had been his idea all along.

“From what I’ve seen of your sister, from how Ixti has become so taken with her, I imagine it will be only a short time till she a most beloved visitor in Asfahal.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

avitejkumara​:

The air around them suddenly got thick, taut, and still.  Like the air at sea, right before a squall hit.  It felt like that for Avi, the hairs rising at the back of his neck as he watched the Governess also rise to her feet - with some trouble, he noted.  More than normal…that painful area that she kept touching at her side.  That was not just a monthly cycle, but he didn’t have time to contemplate it any further just yet.  He noted it for now.

The worst part of this (in Avi’s rather selfish and entitled opinion) was the fact that his opportunity to hear the rest of his great-grandparents’ tale as told from Xi’mia was now jeopardized.  All thoughts of fond reminiscing and transcribing old memories were a fading possibility, in light of this Tarandiel upheaval.

Damn those elves.  If they’d only told him that they were from Asfahel, he could’ve lent clout and credence to his assurances to them, by using Xi’mia Solothrace’s name.  Assuring them, in turn, that he was well-acquainted with the Governess, and therefore a trusted ally.  But no.  They refrained from that fact in their tale. 

It was their fault. Their fault that they had to die.  Catlina had confirmed it, and Avi refused to budge from his conviction.

First, Avi nodded towards the open but darkened hallways that led into the fortress, and a guard materialized, at the ready.

“Call Captain Punham,” he ordered the guard, who ran off immediately.

“I didn’t recognize the name, not initially,”  Avi replied then, his tone and mannerism sinking into a cool authority that matched Xi’mia’s.  “The name didn’t come easily when I’d found them, in truth no information was forthcoming.  They were a suspicious lot who were convinced I meant to return them to Vailen.  Even as I tried to rescue them, the…younger ones had other plans that put myself and the crew of the rescue ship in extreme danger.”

Avi’s brow furrowed, as if he was trying to figure things out himself.  As if he and Xi’mia were solving this puzzle together.  He wasn’t a naturally manipulative person, but at the same time he certainly had no intention of getting on Xi’mia’s bad side, and when cornered Avitej didn’t back down.

“If only they’d told me which nation they hailed from…” he said, moving forward towards Xi’mia, like a sudden gust of breeze to dispel the thick air.  He held his hand out politely, to help her remain standing.  Just then the Captain of the Guard arrived, and Avitej turned to her.

“Captain, ensure the elven boy is ready to meet guests outside of our family, if you please,” he said, tilting his head in a subtle way, but one that the Captain understood.  She’d come from the navy, and trusted her Commander. “Then bring him here.”

As the Captain headed off, Rhiss appeared again a distance away, joining the guard.  Avi blocked them from Xi’mia’s view, and gave Xi’mia an look of regret.  

“I apologize, but he’s likely…greatly changed since you last saw him. The boy’s been through a lot, which is why my sister is so overly-protective of him.  I should have remembered his last name.  He refuses to speak, and only cries.”

And Avi wanted to make sure the boy remained voiceless.  He hoped the child wouldn’t start blubbering the moment he saw Xi’mia.  

When the child was brought,  Rhiss fell back as the Captain brought Ixti closer. He looked haunted and ashen, dressed in simple Rajayan clothing.  He stared uncomprehendingly at Xi’mia.

“Is this your Tarandiel?” Avitej asked Xi’mia.

...

“Of course you didn’t, Avitej. It is elven, I am sure it is unfamiliar to your ears.” Xi’mia replied. Refusing to look at Avi as she did. Choosing instead to put right her clothes. “If you had recognized the name and willfully kept it from me. Why, in the most unflattering that could be seen as concealing pertinent information from an elven dignitary in regards to her subject. Which would make me very cross, as well as be against a number of old but still in good standing treaties.” She did turn to smile at Avitej then. 

“So it is a good thing, that is not what happened. Isn’t it?” 

She watched him unravel his own tale. Understanding only a few bits and pieces of it. Rescue, crew, danger, ‘the younger ones’. It all began to form a shadowy picture in her mind. When Avi moved towards her it felt too sudden for her liking. Like a dog eager for a treat. Or more like a boy eager to appease and charm his way past a punishment without really understanding what he had done wrong. “If only…” Xi’mia agreed. “There are a good many things that might have come to better resolutions. If only everything had gone differently.” She took a step back, and though still unsteady she raised her, flat palm out to politely refuse his offered hand.

“So, you have met the lot of them. The whole family.” She whispered to herself as Avi spoke with his captain. Xi’mia face drew grim. As only the boy was left to greet her this revelation did not bode well for House Tarandiel. 

There were other things to bear in mind. That Avi had so ask a captain to bring the elf forth. The specificy of the request ‘meet guests outside of our family’ as if there were secrets of the boy’s tenure here only meant for Kumaras. The fact Avi did not take them both inside to the fort to the boy’s quarters, if that was where he was kept. She had little time to reflect on this, or indeed even follow the path the captain took when Avitej was again in her field of vision. 

She watched him carefully as he offered more worrying revelations about Ixti’pl. “Perhaps then, it is fate that I should come now. After a traumatic event,” Her eyes still on Avitej, not expecting the human royal to fill her in. “It may do him some good to get back to his familiar home. In Vailen.”

The boy did come before them eventually. Xi’mia’s heart broke for the child. He looked harrowed, with sallow cheeks and a far off expression. That he could not comprehend his situation, her being here in front of him now.

“Dear one, dear boy,” Xi’mia spoke to him in their shared tongue. She stepped forward, hand reaching out to touch his face. Ixti’pl flinched from the movement. Her heart broke further as she continued. “No, darling, there is nothing ot fear from me. The man who hurt your family, who hunted them. He is no longer a threat to you, and I will not hurt you.” 

She turned to Avitej. Nearly aflame with indignity, but managing to keep it in check as she stared the Heir Apparent down. “Yes this is him, Ixti Tarandiel, am I to take it that he is the last surviving Tarandiel?”

[alternateuniverseotp]

AU List A-Z

Made a list of all the AU’s I could think of. Used to help me when I have no ideas, decided it could help others and I should post it. It took a few weeks to fill it out this extensively and I have no more interest in adding to it, so please don’t bother suggesting anything （；￣д￣）

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Accidental Marriage AU

Actor AU

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Athlete AU

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Fairy AU

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Gang AU

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Hairstylist AU

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Lawyer AU

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Mafia AU

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Office AU

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Reality TV Show AU

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Vacation AU

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Waiter AU

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Yandere AU

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Zookeeper AU

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[under-the-elvish-sun]

Oggy’s Ask Box

Xi’mia’s Ask Box

[under-the-elvish-sun]

avitejkumara​:

“Might have been?  Governess, there’s no need to be modest with me.  That sleepless night for our poor fellow was definitely our fault,”  Avi chuckled, entertained by Xi’mia’s own reaction.  Her laughter was infectious and he was pleased that he’d entertained her.  

He sipped his drink slowly, watching as Xi’mia spoke about her past with his great-grandparents.  The care in her words was what Avitej noticed first.  It was lovely to hear her tell it orally, because Avi knew the transcribed version would never evoke such gravitas and beauty as hearing Xi’mia relay it out loud.

“After my grandfather was born?” he asked in surprise; but when Xi’mia explained that Kasair and Mejai could relax now that children were made, he understood.  He thought about himself and Catlina, wondered if she would ever learn to enjoy sex as pleasure, to the point of inviting others into their bedroom.  

Thinking of Catlina and the memories of his great-grandparents’ salacious adventures, Avi smiled.  “Mm.  I do know a proven technique to ease cramping of that lunar nature,” he said, delicately tapping at his lips.  It was sexual innuendo; implying that his technique involved the use of his mouth.  

“But alas, these days I’m practicing some restraint, for personal reasons.  Religious, you know. With the oncoming eclipse.”  It was an honest fib, or close enough.  And just as he didn’t realize she was fibbing to him, Avi hoped Xi’mia wouldn’t call him out on fibbing to her.  

Tarandiel.  The elves from Leyana had no reason to lie to him.  They’d told him the truth: that they were fleeing some terrible leader in Valien, that they were from a lesser noble house which granted them the right of sanctuary in Loqoala.  They’d never specified that it was in Asfahel, and Avi had never asked.  Perhaps because he didn’t want to know, because it would only complicate things further.  And the storm on Leyana was already complicated enough, for Avitej.

Kata help him.  Why was he so ill-equipped for complicated things.

He stared at Xi’mia, trying not to look too flushed and damning, and he drained what was in his cup.  Avi gave a lax shrug.  “Well, I can certainly ask around, find out if anyone is harbouring an elven family of that description.  What sort of sea vessel were they–”

“His name was Ixti’pli!”  Rhiss’ voice yelped from behind a column.  By the time she emerged to show herself to the Governess, Avi was already to his feet.

“Rhiss - ah - my littlest sister,”  he said loudly, motioning to the scribe to stop scribbling before he forced a beatific smile.  “Governess, might I have the unexpected pleasure of introducing my sister, Lady Rhiss Kumara…”  

Avi came over to Rhiss and gripped her shoulder.  “Rhiss, bahbiji, why don’t you–”

But Rhiss pulled out of his grip, stepping towards Xi’mia.  “Lady Governess Solothrace, the little boy’s name is Ixti Tarandiel.  H- He is here, i-i-indeed.  Would…you like to see him?”

“Rhissanjili Kamlaka Kumara, that is enough,”  Avi barked, and Rhiss did cringe.  Her eyes filled with tears, but Avitej refused to balk under the appeal of her crumpling face.  Avi pointed inside.  “Go.  Get out of here.”

The teenaged girl fled, and Avi was left standing there, staring at Xi’mia.  He raised his hands in appeal to her.  “Listen, Governess, I can explain.”

...

“Yes after,” Xi’mia curled her head into her shoulder, a half shrug half laugh. “I believe there was some pressure from both sides of the family that there be no question in clear line of succession. I think after your grandfather was born Mejai was more than eager to see a bit more of the world. And who could blame her?” Giggling to herself Xi’mia took another sip. This was just the sort of day she needed after her recent encounters. If it weren’t for the injury she sustained it might be the perfect sort of day.

Xi’mia laughed, entertained by all of Avi’s antics. From his surprise to his lavacious overtures. I am sure your local lovers are happy for the reprieve, chih.” Her grin widened, still watching him. She suspected a man like him, and one so happy to learn of his great grandparents extra-marital antics, had to have a few lovers stashed away somewhere. He had said before he was unpromised but there were alway favorites. 

“Some other time then? As disappointed as I am I will look on the bright side. I am no longer as young as I was.” She continued her bluff, taking comfort in how for his own reasons Avi would not have it challenged. 

She was chewing on a grape, searching her memory to recall what sort of ship the family used in their exodus, when everything in her mouth went sour. 

“Yes. Yes,  Ixti’pli was his name.” Xi’mia went slack-jawed at the young Kumara. “Is.” The elf corrected herself. Turning her gaze from the newly revealed youth to Avi. A man who revealed himself in another way as he rushed to spirit his sister away.

She suddenly felt stupid, foolish, as she struggled to get to her feet. No grace what-so-ever to the hurried moments; she looked as awkward as Avi’s pleasantries. The fort locked up, the somberness of today's greeting, hiding their elven visitor behind a veiled palanquin. It didn’t matter how unconnected they might have been, each fact took on a new facet in Xi’mia’s mind. An ugly patina covering their whole visit. 

“Can you, Avitej?” Xi’mia stood now, straight-backed and drawing toward her some of the lost dignity. “I expect it must be an involved explanation, that your sister cannot bear witness to it.” Her gaze was cool, drawing over to where Rhiss had fled. “How curious that she knew the boys full name. Ixti Tarandiel. And you did not once seem to recognize House Tarandiel when I mentioned it. Your eclipse preparations must be exhausting you that such a thing could slip your mind.” The smile she flashed him was neither pleasant nor pretending to be. 

“Take me to him. Avitej. Ixti’pl Tarandiel is here, as your sister so kindly reminded you, and I will see him now.” She took a breath, some steele in her gaze easy as she had time to collect herself--rationalize the sudden reveal. Avitej did not know the details of her uncle and the House Tarandiel, and a boy separated from his family might not have grasped the complexities of their situation. Avi would have good reason to be wary of her. “If you think I intend to hurt the child there is no need to fret on that account. I’m not so rash.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

sacrilegiousxsamara​:

“What do you mean something’s wrong?” Samara’s eyes darted down to her kill before returning to look at the other. She had delivered the Governess’s uncle as requested. But, seeing the concerned look across the woman’s face, she had a sick inkling that this task would be more than what she had bargained for. 

...

“His death was-” Xi’mia’s lips pursed. One hand pressed agains her stomach, fingers tensing against her injury. “His death was supposed to mean the end of this magical affliction that plagues me.” She started again, voice darker as she went on. Her eyes taking on a pale hue as a tremor of magic coursed out of her stab wound. “He’s the mage the caused my affliction. He must be, his death should have cured me.”

[under-the-elvish-sun]

avitejkumara​:

“That’s what scribes are for,”  Avi said, motioning lazily over to a bespectacled man positioned by an open doorway, holding what looked like a portable writing desk.  “He’s unobtrusive, but he’ll record everything you say. And you can speak as quickly or slowly as you like - scribes love writing, I assume.  Don’t you, Master Scribe?”  

The lanky man bowed at Avi, he grinned as he looked back at Xi’mia.  “Doesn’t he look familiar?  I picked him because his visage reminded me of your elven officiate, the last time you sailed with me.  Our friend who occupied the ante-chamber in my cabin…”  Avi chuckled at the memory; it seemed so far away now, but no less amusing and fun.

Avi knew that Kasair and Mejai’s marriage was arranged, the usual history of their lives were recorded in the books.  Everything recorded about them was good and proper, nothing unseemly and or indecorous.  “Did you meet them that early on?  When they’d gotten married?”  Avi asked, thrilled at the idea of Xi’mia Solothrace being a guest at the Kumara wedding.  He would definitely be inviting Xi’mia to his wedding as well, he realized.  

Without taking his eyes off of Xi’mia, Avitej waved a hand towards the scribe, who scribbled from his vantage point. “How lovely.  Were you friends with either of them before their marriage?  They must have trusted you early on.”

But instead of an answer, he only saw Xi’mia wince - but not from a memory.  This was a physical reaction to unwanted pain.  He sat up a bit, frowning.  “Are you alright, Governess?”

“What was the name of his family?”  Avi asked carefully, keeping his voice neutral.  From the corner of his eye, he thought he saw his sister’s shape in the open hallway, but when he looked again, she was gone.  Rhiss better not be lurking about and eavesdropping; of all the times for her to finally descend, it better not be now.  

Avi grit his jaw. Elves travelled through Rajayer all the time, and there was no guarantee that the ones he’d taken off of Leyana, killed on the Daakre’s Daughter were the ones Xi’mia was asking after. He had to be sure, and ask Xi’mia more questions.   “How many of them would’ve fled here?  Perhaps they went up to north Loqoala instead.”

...

Xi’mia could not hold back the laughter. Even as she covered her mouth demurely and hoped this stranger did not assume she was laughing at his expense. With a position of master scribe took a good deal of years to reach, but with as much esteem as that warranted Xi’mia’s was delighted her spindly-scholar seemed to have a Rajayen double. 

“I think your Master Scribe looks far more well rested than our old friend.” She laughed again, shoulders shaking slightly as she shook her head. “Though those dark circles might have all been our fault.” She admitted with a smile, nodding in acknowledgement at the scribe as he prepared for his work.

“I met Kasair earlier, before he became a Kumara. He traveled to the Vailen coast a number of years prior to their betrothal and marriage. I must say their marriage was a spectacle. This may be overly sentimental of me but I appreciate a good ceremony, a bit of pomp and circumstance can lighten up any occasion. Though I admit while the trust was there I was wholly entertained with other guests, your great-grandparents more concerned with their own marriage bed. Our more intimate connections came later on, after your grandparents were born.

 I think once they felt- How shall I put this? Complete in their obligations to the seat of Rajayer, they both felt more comfortable, even inclined, to venture out again to Vailen shores.”  She looked at the goblet in her hand, turning it idly as she was swept up in nostalgia. Had it not been for extenuating circumstances it would be easy for her to go on like this into the next day.

She waved off his concern. Eyelids fluttering as she took her steadying breaths. “I’m fine. Fine. Just a bit of stomach cramps. You know how these womanly matters can be. Especially after so long a journey.” She brushed off his concern. Her hand rested to sooth the pain at her side, not entirely the right sort of place for her excuse. She hoped Avi belonged to the class of men who thought of ‘women’s matters’ with an air of mystery--so he’d not bother to probe further.

“They are of House Tarandiel, a fairly minor house- But I suppose when an entire house goes missing, even a minor one, it is still a big concern.” She frowned, her own thoughts growing concerned. “Though I suspect if they are in hiding then they may not use their own names.”

Xi’mia shifted again, sitting more upright as she looked toward Avi. “Of the house? Around ten, and if my memory serves me correctly they had two young children with them, the youngest among them a boy. I think- Oh if I could just recall his name.” Xi’mia clucked her tongue in frustration. Looking off to the corner as if she could pluck that knowledge from the sky. “Yes, Jaqar is the closest Loqoalan port to sail toward, but I know the southerly currents can sometimes push a ship toward the Rayayer region. Which is why I’m asking if you’ve heard any rumors of a large group of elves passing through your islands and trying to hide their presence.”

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Cressida was not well. Which was strange as illnesses were things that she, well, cured. Or at the very least, aided in ending however possible. Regardless of masquerading as a human, Cressida understood and felt many things, it was a heightened perk of her being to an actual human. But the bout of tiredness that she’d wrestled with, in untimed measures, were new and unwelcomed. Even Armando, her hired hand at the apothecary, took notice. When that was not occurring, her magic seemed to escape her in burst at the most displeasing of times. It was the bouncing between those two circumstances that caused Cressida to close shop early for the day.

Truly, she could be of help to no one at this time. And Armando… he was running out of justifications and his gazes towards Cressida were growing more concerned by the moment. With a cloudy mind, she watched as Armando turned the shop sign to read ‘close’ before she received yet another worrisome look and he departed. Cressida sighed and closed her eyes. She was unsure of exactly why she was feeling this way. Through her bond, she surmised that these feelings belonged to her. Alone. Another curious thing to make note, she mused as her head full of curls lowered to rest on the tops of her hands where the sat, palms down atop of the glass bar. It was the sound of movement that caused Cressida to still. Rest, in this moment, was the only thing that she wanted. “I’m sorry. But we’ve closed early for the day.” She said, raising her voice and changing her tone to not sound as terrible as she felt. Slowly, Cressida raised her head and fought another sigh. She felt her face morph with a tired expression as she spoke. “If it is not dire, we will be more than happy to help you tomorrow.” 

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“Please!” Xi’mia had pushed into the shop despite seeing the sign. Typically she tried to eschew this kind of behaviour, presuming that rules were not meant for her, especially when she was so far from home. It was that distance that left her feeling unmoored and vulnerable. Not even the soaked in charm of the shop she walked into could distract her. If the situation was not dire Xi’mia could not see it. “If you could just see me today. I’ve asked around and you are my last hope for help.” 

She had tried to remain discreet in her asking. The elf wrapping herself in scarves and a shawl to hide her identity as she moved about the foreign city. Xi’mia removed the obfuscating, her desperation winning over her paranoia, revealing the unnatural purple of her lips and a paleness to her complexion. “I am far from home, I had thought my injury was treated, under control but now it’s only gotten worse these past few days. I don’t know-” Before she could finish explaining Xi’mia winced in pain. The pang brought with it an offshoot of magic that was not the elf’s own, subtly shaking the bottles closest to where she stood.

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avitejkumara​:

Avitej gave a pleasant and polite laugh at Xi’mia’s melodic, subtle banter.  She was so damned good at it, and he admired her for it.  He also felt somewhat reassured that a woman with her high skill at courtly speechcraft took to his conversation so warmly.  Despite their skirting around each other about certain subjects, he never got the suspicion that she was just humouring him or considered conversation with him a pathetic amusement.  

He wished he knew her better, so he could ask outright.  And Avi also had to remind himself, that Xi’mia didn’t know his history like so many others did, to colour her impression of him.  Where his rapscallion youth was once something to brandish and boast, for the past two years he’d quickly learned that what sounded dashing for a second son, sounded foolish for an Heir Apparent.  For a moment he pitied Tazar, if it wasn’t for the fact that Tazar had had no interest in fun, ever.

Avi watched Xi’mia closely, as she signed her name into the logbook, and traced her own name from all those decades ago. Centuries ago, really.  It was humbling to Avi, to know that Xi’mia remembered so much about her time with Kasair and Mejai.  It was also frustrating to know his grandparents had removed her from the records.

“Starting at the beginning would be wonderful.  I’m dying for a good story, and I have no doubt you’re an excellent and captivating orator, Governess,”  Avi replied smoothly, sipping his drink.  He smiled at the elven woman, getting comfortable.  “Whenever you’re ready.  I’ve dedicated this entire day and evening to you.  And as long as you need afterwards too, of course.”

But her next question took Avi by surprise, although he’d managed to keep the reaction internal.  Not realizing, he imitated Xi’mia’s action, swirling his own goblet as he watched her.  

“Are we discussing the past, or present, Governess?” he asked, but knew she’d see through the diversion easily.  He tilted his head, in apprehensive curiousity. “Hmm. Tell me more about them.  Why were they fleeing, exactly?  I thought Asfahel was a peaceful land.”

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“I would be happy to start at the beginning, chih, but I would suggest you get comfortable as I do.” She laughed, tilting her head back and letting the sun warm her skin as she found her own position of comfort. “I wouldn’t want you to cramp up as I wax poetic about the way your great-grandfather’s eyes caught the light when I first met him. He was incredibly forthright in his intentions and affections, but he was nothing compared to how Mejai bloomed over the years. She was remarkable.” Xi’mia sighed happily at the memory, reaching out for a fruit as she did.

“There’s was an arranged marriage, for political reasons. A common occurrence for those in positions like ares. There are many in Vailen still, even though we elves do not follow a familial right of succession. I suspect I must have to consider the political gain in my own partnership when it comes around.” She took small bites, licking her lips as she did. Turning back her attention to Avitej and the pages of history laid out before them.

“I like to think that I helped them find things in common.” Her eyes lingered on the pages. Wondering how she might edit herself down to a day and an evening. Smiling as Xi’mia supposed there were some details she could skip over for decency and pragmatism. Still, the telling was a balance, she wanted Avitej to know his family. While there were some who’d judge the deceased Kumaras for their proclivities, Xi'mia would never do so, and she hoped Avi was of a similar mindset.

She might have stayed in the past, it was a lovely place to visit, had not another pang of painful magic shot through her guts from her wound. She felt a shiver on her lips; her fingers pressing to them as she was pulled to a less happy more recent memory.

“Asfahal itself is peaceful, this particular family fell in with a dangerous group of outliers. People working against the peace of Asfahal itself.” She took a deep breath, adjusting again to lessen the pain on her side. She shook her head. “All at the behest of their charismatic leader. Who won’t be a problem for us much longer. But I’m hoping to tie up loose ends.” There were things she was willing to be blunt with Avitej about but the fact this charismatic leader was her uncle was something she could keep to herself. Family business was best kept between family members.