Yael Odomye, Member of the Council of New Naraya

Character of the Fablehaft RP

[viduus-tenebris]

Grand Auction

[yaelodomye]

viduus-tenebris‌:

ishkavitae‌:

The pearl necklace that was showcased on the podium felt handpicked just for Ishka. She settled into her seat, mostly unaware of who was near her as she didn’t particularly care to pay attention in crowds. She waited until it was time for the necklace to be bid on, she readied herself for a bidding war, though she was sure she’d be able to be anyone who dare. 

Ishka was about to raise her hand when she made eye contact with Yael, who had already raised her own. The audacity. Ishka thought to herself while giving Yael a tight lipped smile. She turned back to the auctioneer and rose her own hand. 

“20,000 Silvers!” Ishka called above the crowd.

Viduus noticed the apparent tension between the two persons who had bid last on the current item. Tension or even animosity like that was always a great way to get a bidding war started.

“20000 silvers, wonderful, but I feel like that would do such a magnificent piece wrong! Please remember that all our items are unique, and many of them even from old Naraya.”

Originally posted by detectivemorrningstar

He sighed in mock exasperation at the crowd, waiting for a new bid, from the corner of his eyes checking how the two would react.

Yael wasn’t yet serious about this. She wanted to have some fun. Maybe she would actually get the necklace. wear it once and then gift it to Ishka in a show of ‘Now that I’m done with it you can have it’. 

It really depended on how much Ishka really wanted it. “ 30.000!” she smiled at Viduus and winked at Ishka

[yaelodomye]

Yaels Auction outfit

[viduus-tenebris]

Grand Auction

Viduus surveyed the room from behind the curtain of the stage. A lot of people had shown up for the auction. Some expected, some not so much he surmised, as a small smile played across his lips. Regardless, if they had money and an interest in parting with it, he’d welcome them with open arms.

He checked the buttons of his white shirt again, and made sure his cuffs showed properly from under the sleeves of his black suit, as he waited until the pitch in the auction hall had reached a certain crescendo, before stepping in front of the heavy red curtains.

“Good evening my esteemed guests, for this most wonderful of auctions!”, he let his smooth voice carry over the crowd, which quieted at his words.

As he sauntered over to the podium, he flashed a charming smile at the assembly, before opening his arms in a welcoming gesture.

“Tonight, I wish to present to you only the finest of artifacts, fitting only for the finest of buyers. Many of you have already perused our catalog while you had to wait for dear old me. ”, at that, he winked at his guests, “So without much further ado, let us begin this evenings auctions!”

He stepped behind the podium, taking a hold of a small cudgel, and removing the cloth from the first item that was placed atop a display stand.

“First up, to start us off with a bang, one of the most legendary and infamous items of our catalog! A piece certainly not amiss in any serious collection. Bids are starting at 10000 Silvers!”

(Everyone can decide for themselves, if their item is the one up for grabs currently, and all auctions will be played out at the same time. So you don’t have to wait for anyone else before you can add your reply :D )

[yaelodomye]

@ishkavitae​

Yael was sitting close to Ishka. There wasn’t anything she particularly wanted to get, but it was always fun to see what other people got. Since this was a public auction there weren’t any illegal items on the podium that could work for blackmail... but she could see that Ishka was interested in the pearl necklace, and suddenly so was she.  

When Viduus called for the starting price she lifted her hand and smiled towards Ishka 

[yaelodomye]

of-timothy‌:

Timothy makes a suppressed noise of amusement in the back of his throat, and the none-too-subtle rebuke doesn’t phase him at all. He just keeps walking – a slow pace, designed to let her cast a gaze over the art they’re passing, if she wishes to – hands clasped behind his back, steps a little louder than most in the relative hush.

“You know how cats seem to have an uncanny sense about people who aren’t cat people? And they’ll single those people out every time, to go lay in their lap and purr, much to that person’s dismay?” Timothy tips her a jaunty wink. “I’m afraid I was born with much the same instinct. Terribly sorry.”

They come to a stop in front of one of the larger paintings in the gallery, a work by a local artist, depicting the scenery off the coast at sunrise. Waves frozen in the act of crashing against a small light house; the sea, orange-lit at the horizon and dark blue toward the land.

“No, I’m afraid this particular gallery comes equipped with a chatty faun who doesn’t know when to leave well enough alone,” he continues, “and is very determined to provoke some sort of admiration.”

“ I can endure the conversation but I warn you, if you try to curl up on my lap I will use force.” the way she said it was 1/3 a tease, 1/3 a challenge and 1/3 completely serious. Depending on the situation. “ But I don’t mind having a good conversation or discussion. And you look like you have experience with it.” 

She followed him dutifully and did look at the paintings they had been passing. Since she had come here a few times she probably should have noticed him before, but this wasn’t a place where she felt unsafe so there had not been the need to always look who was around her. 

“ They say self-awareness it the first step to betterment.” once again it was half a tease and half an insult. Yael wasn’t able to be too friendly at any given time, but when she wasn’t being malicious she didn’t feel like outright picking a fight.  “ Admiration. That is something hard to come by.” And now that she knew what he wanted he would have to earn it the hard way. The painting he showed her was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. But she keeps her face neutral as she studied it. “ Then tell me ‘chatty Faun’ why should I admire this painting?” 

[yaelodomye]

of-timothy‌:

Timothy wants to argue – he very, very much wants to argue – or, rather, debate, since his reply wouldn’t be with a spirit of negativity but rather enthusiasm for the topic at hand and the many different perspectives of what makes art art. But, alas. He is not the museum’s designated debater, he’s the Curator, and it makes for terrible business if he drives visitors away.

He makes a thoughtful noise, watching her, considering. He gets the feeling he could suggest any number of genres and get turned down; she’s clearly got a solid idea of what sort of art she likes.

“Walk with me,” he suggests brightly, tilting his head to gesture to the exit of the conceptual section.

He will get a positive comment out of her, damn it. He’s determined.

“When I procure pieces for this museum,” he tells her as they walk, slowly meandering toward the pop art section, “my main goal in mind is stories. I want people to look at the art here and see a wealth of experience, of passion. I want people to be able to look at styles they normally despise but nonetheless feel for the story behind it. But everybody comes here for their own reasons. Study, inspiration, culture. Even a bit of peace and quiet. What’s your reason, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Yael enjoyed good debates, and sadly, she hardly ever got any, because she made sure she was well educated on the subjects she talked about. If the other person wasn’t as informed as she was the debate didn’t take too long. 

Art, however, was very different. Of course, there was technical stuff about it and hard facts, but there was little need to debate those facts, what was more interesting was discussing the paintings and their times and opinions based on taste, and there was no correct information or a universal truth about it.

Timothy was a lot more educated on these topics than she was but when it came down to what they each preferred they were on an equal playing field and that made it a lot more interesting.

On a different occasion, she would have turned him down, told him to walk away and leave her in peace, but the Faun seemed to have a strong will and wasn’t phased by her words at all while still remaining professional and friendly, which was fascinating to her. 

So she followed suit and walked with him, curious about what he had in store for her. “ I come here because museums and libraries deter people from just walking up and starting to talk to me. Usually, that is.” 

She had thrown the grenade, now she was going to watch and see how he would react. 

[yaelodomye]

of-timothy‌:

It’s like Timothy doesn’t even hear her say I’m not your friend – his friendly smile doesn’t shift an inch, water off of a duck’s back. 

“Yes, the art in here is quite open to interpretation, so to speak,” he replies, laughter rolling underneath his words. “That’s actually the whole point of this section; to make viewers question whether or not they’re looking at art. And if you like it because it has a gradient, and that makes it art to you, I suppose I’ve succeeded in a certain way.”

He decides not to point her at the podium that boasts a single blank piece of paper. That likely won’t be well received, it seems.

“If it’s color you’re interested in, you might fancy the Impressionism section,” Timothy volunteers. “Lots of depictions of water and spectrum of color, quite beautifully done. Sunsets over the ocean, that sort of thing.”

“ It’s a bit much.” she said. “ Art in an Art Museum that might not be art but might still be art... I think the problem with most of these things is that it lacks... ‘passion’“ she said as she focused on the tower in front of her. “ Most people would agree that art is art because someone wanted to create something coming from a place of passion. No matter if it’s sadness, anger, happiness... “ of course there were probably enough examples of the opposite that were officially deemed art, but this wasn’t about exceptions confirming the rules. “ It doesn’t take a lot of passion to just put a single dot on canvas to see what people might see in it. I think art needs to be a meeting between the artist and the viewer. But with a lot of these pieces the artist didn’t do their duty, they didn’t try to meet anyone half way. They put something down and then expect the viewer to do all of the work for them, and then they feel like they have found something profound when all they have done is the equivalent of presenting school children with pictures and telling them to write a story around them. It wouldn’t make the teacher an artist, even if they have created said picture, but the children that wrote the stories.” 

She acknowledged that the art allowed some form of discussion but to her it seemed that it was always the same kind and it was never about the actual craft.  “ This at least looks like someone spend some time creating something.... and yes, I know why you would think I would enjoy impressionism, but I don’t like visible brush strokes.” she didn’t have deep knowledge about art, but she did at least know the popular art movements since she likes to go to the museum to be left alone, and there was little else to do there but to look at the installations.

[ishkavitae]

Iska x Open // Lake Front Views

[yaelodomye]

ishkavitae‌:

Ishka raised her brow at Yael’s offer. “Well, how..” She thought to herself for a moment. “..pleasant.” Ishka smiled politely. She took a step forward, her arms crossing over her chest. “I’m sure I’ll call if I need anything.” She said, looking down at her watch. “I have your number saved.” Ishka added, sticking her hands into her pockets.

“It was fun running into you here.” Ishka fibbed, just wanting to get home and go to bed. She had come to the shore to relax, take a break from the council, from the castle, all of it - but she couldn’t even do that. 

“I hope you do” she said about both. Though she only cared about her having her number. Not for social calls, just for moments where it would be beneficial to warn her. Like when an army of spiders came to kill all of them. 

“ The pleasure was all mine.” it wasn’t easy to tell if she was telling the truth or not, either way she dove under the waves, paying her visit to her favourite guard dog. 

[yaelodomye]

vicnae-urritz‌:

“I daresay Yael, the only thing sharper than your tongue are your heels. I’ve enough sense to steer clear of both.” It was true, of all the Council members, Yael was the one Vic knew to always be on the lookout for. His agenda never aligned specifically to one person’s and that often enough made him a target despite his disinterest in many of the Council’s politics. 

Vic considered himself a man of science and therefore a man of truth and therein lied the reasoning behind his fascination with the woman in front of him. Sure she was enticingly beautiful, but it was her dry wit and brutal honesty that had him stealing a second glance during meetings and finding the most random of reasons to engage her in conversation. “People lie all the time when it’s convenient for them and then act like anyone else who does so is a hypocrite…You’re not lying to me right now about that turnover, are you?”

It was too true, she would eat him alive if it was in her interest, or at least she would try. At the moment she was weaker, since her last close ally, Sylense, was still asleep. It was like they were getting on any better than she got on with anyone else in the Council, but Sylense and Yael were similar enough that they could ally themselves whenever they felt like it, however neither of them had qualms of stabbing the other in the back. 

“That you will have to decide for yourself Vicnae. What would serve me better? It could be a lie to butter you up, but it might also have been fun to tell you it was horrible, just to see your reaction. Either way no matter what I say, I could still be lying or telling the truth. But there is a good chance that I’m being honest, because your possible affection isn’t worth eating something truly disgusting. No offense, but there aren’t many situations where I would eat something disgusting to humour someone.” she shrugged. She didn’t mind offending him on principle, but even he would probably have to agree that there were limits to acting for others. 

[of-timothy]

[ open starter ]

If pressed to name a favorite section of the art museum, Timothy would have to say the modern/conceptual section.

He does, of course, love all of the different sections. He likes seeing the narrowed eyes of awed concentration as people lean in close to the oils to see the individual brush strokes, the is that actually a drawing or a photo comment everybody makes of some of the realism works, the gasps of admiration over the sculptures. But nothing quite beats the sheer confusion some of the conceptual works produce.

Case in point: the person standing, staring, at a waist-height white podium adorned with stacked cups. Sixty-five of them, to be precise, arranged in a gradient.

The click of hooves on wood flooring announces Timothy’s presence before his amused interjection does. “Trying to figure out if that’s art, or something a caterer left behind?” he asks, lips curled into a poorly suppressed smile. “Essays have been written on that very topic, my friend. It’s a hotly debated subject.”

[yaelodomye]

Yael had decided that it was time to do something public. For these occasions, she tended to use places like museums and libraries, because those were places where people usually went to have a solitary or small group experience and not a place where someone would run up to her and pester her with questions about politics or her social life or anything else. 

Today she had chosen to visit the museum and since she disliked modern art, it seemed like the best place to go and look. She was honestly surprised about the selection. A lot of it seemed to her like a physical representation of laziness, but  whens he walked up to the gradient of cups she found herself appreciating it.  The mere fact that she enjoyed looking at this piece of art was probably the confusion that Timothy had read on her face. “ I’m not your friend.” she said as form of greeting, though it wasn’t as cold as it could’ve been and more a side comment while still being concentrated on the cups. 

“ I’m not sure if it’s art but it’s closer to it than anything else in this room.” she admitted and finally turned to look at the Faun. “ But maybe that’s just because I like gradients. They remind me of water.” Without her tail it was impossible to tell that she was a mermaid, but she had an air about her that just felt ‘non human’ which excluded at least one more possible Species. 

[ishkavitae]

Iska x Open // Lake Front Views

[yaelodomye]

ishkavitae‌:

Ishka took a step forward, buttoning her jacket up as she listened to Yael. “Like I said, I’m not too worried.” She smirked softly, looking up at Yael through her hair after situating the last button. “I think I can fend for myself against a Leviathan, It’s not like I haven’t before.” Ishka thought back to her life underwater, the simplicity of it all - sometimes Ny reminded her of that. 

“Oh, you know how time passes for us. I’ve just barely set up my office.” Ishka half joked. Of course she’s had her office set up for a while, but she always felt safer working from home - it was only this last year that she finally started spending more time there. She was getting more than the hang of it, she knew the dirty little secrets of most of the council; she knew more than she had ever wanted to. 

Yael wasn’t someone to believe such stories quickly. She herself had only barely escaped a leviathan and probably would’ve ended up it’s meal if Ny hadn’t protected her. The way he was still protecting her. It seemed that now it was her turn, to protect him from Ishka who appeared like she felt like meddling in affairs that didn’t concern her. 

“ If you need any help I would be delighted to help you out. I’m known to be very good at organising. “ Some people liked  to joke about having OCD, she didn’t have it but she tended to set her office up like she had, because that way she would know if anyone had been in there, if anything had been changed. 

[yaelodomye]

vicnae-urritz‌:

“I can honestly say i’ve never had anyone complain about my taste before. My eccentric style, sure. But never my taste.” Vic replied quickly, handing his card over to pay for the turnover. 

“Bitterness?” Vic laughed dryly at the thought. “You are positively the most sincere woman I know.” He paused a beat before giving her a grin. “Is that laying it on too thick? Was I at least a smidge believable?” 

“ That would just encourage me to be the first.” she said with her usual smile that didn’t go all the way into her eyes. Or maybe it did and her eyes were just always like that. 

“ You wound me. I am a sincere woman. But not in the way it is usually portrayed. Everyone always pretends they want to truth. Lying and being dishonest is horrible unless it calms someone's mind. I am honest, but only because the truth is usually harder to swallow than lies.” Of course she would lie at the tip of a hat if it would help her but interestingly enough she didn’t have to do it as often as people would think.  Then she took a bite of the turnover and nodded. “ Not bad.” 

[ishkavitae]

Iska x Open // Lake Front Views

[yaelodomye]

ishkavitae‌:

“Oh, Yael, you are… you’re something else.” She nodded to herself. “I know what he’s done, what he’s been through. I know him, but maybe not as well as I would if I visited him more often?” Ishka teased, her brow raising up with the question.

She was done with the cold back and forth, Yael drove her to boredom with her nonsense, especially after their long overnight council meeting. “That’s a good question, I don’t think you’d like to find out.” She said with a wink before standing, brushing the sand off her pants. 

Yael raised an eyebrow at Ishkas tease, that to her felt like a challenge. “ Of course. Just make sure you don’t come on the days where he is being fed. He get’s into foodmode. Cross my fingers that never happens.” and she would make sure to tell Ny that he was not to closely associate with Ishka. The softness this woman showed unsettled her and she didn’t want her to spoil Ny for her. 

“ I hope you managed to settle in as a Council Member yet?” She asked her as if it hadn’t been around 2 decades that she had been in the position. “ You’ll get the hang of it eventually.” It was one of the view positions that didn’t have a back up. Everyone else could be woken up if need be, but there was no old replacement for Ishka, though she hadn’t been fond of the former Council Member either so it wasn’t a huge loss. 

[ishkavitae]

Iska x Open // Lake Front Views

[yaelodomye]

ishkavitae‌:

ishkavitae‌:

Ishka shrugged, leaning forward to pat the sand off her legs. “He’s not too bad, he’s got what they call- I think they call it an RBF?.” She chuckled. “Resting Bitch Face, you know.” She wiggled her brow. 

“Yael, his bark is worse than his bite. I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.” She said the last part sarcastically. She was too tired to keep up an argument with this intense woman. She rubbed her eye with the back of her hand, a short yawn escaping. 

“ Don’t met him hear that or he might decide to set the record straight. He is one of our fiercest warriors and protectors. Enough spiders died by his bite. I don’t think they would agree with you.” she knew that Ishka was being metaphorical, but since she wanted to get her away from Ny, as to make sure he wouldn’t get any ideas, she thought it was a good idea to bring up that he had killed a lot, and was good at it.

“ Of course I worry about you. What would we do without our most beloved Council Member?” she made it sound honest but was unable to hide her smirk completely.

[ishkavitae]

Iska x Open // Lake Front Views

[yaelodomye]

ishkavitae‌:

“Seems like it.” Ishka replied. She stretched her legs out before her, leaning back on her hands as Yael changed into her bathing suit next to her.

She didn’t mind sharing the quiet with Yael, but she knew it irritated Yael that she was on the council- as if she had no right to be there. Ishka didn’t care too much, though; she seldom cared what people thought about her. “Tell him Hi for me.” She added a short moment later. “How’s he doing? I don’t think I’ve seen him for a few days.” She asked, scrunching her eyebrows together slightly.

Yael had been unaware that the two of them were aquainted. Everyone knew that Yael kept her Leviathan in the Lake, but she wasn’t use to other people socialising with him. Especially someone who might have ideas to take him away from her by being so soft and sweet..

“ He likes his quiet and peace. If you come here a lot he might’ve chosen to stay hidden. Be careful, he bites.” she said as if he wasn’t a person but a pet on a leash. More specifically: her leash

[ishkavitae]

Iska x Open // Lake Front Views

Iska sat on the lake shore outside the castle, her knees pulled up to her chest as her arms held them to her body. The Council meeting lasted into the night, and though the meetings were only once a month they were strenuous. The back and forth arguing about the best for their people took a toll on her mental well being, but that wouldn’t stop her from the good work she was trying to do.

The sound of the sand crunching alerted her to someone walking in the distance. She looked up, the color of the sky turning her face a warm pink, and turned to the person coming her way. 

[yaelodomye]

“ Seems like we can’t escape each other.” Yael said as she saw the other woman who also wanted to spend some time near the water as it seemed.

Since Yael was the Council Member of the Water Faction, at some point in time she would’ve been Ishkas representation so in her view Ishka was something like an annoying little sister that usually shouldn’t have anything to say, but their parents had recently decided that she should have an equal vote. “ I like to come here and visit Ny, to make sure he remembers where his allegiance lies.” she stripped out of the dress she was wearing and wore a bikini under it.

[yaelodomye]

vicnae-urritz‌:

“How do you feel about raspberry turnovers? They’re a little tart but i’ve never imagined you having much of a sweet tooth anyway.” 

“ Alright, let’s try your taste.” she agreed and ordered one of the turnovers.  Raspberry wasn’t her favourite flaviour, but she liked it well enough that she was confident that she wouldn’t need to spit it out. “ Not? I’d think I would need to eat a lot of sweets to balance out my bitterness.”

[dulect]