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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2005 6:03 am
OOC: Discount this pose, see the ones below! wink
OOC: Any interested may also read the prelude to this in Sephadi's journal - otherwise, feel free to encounter Sephadi, figured it would be better starting out like this than interrupting anything I shouldnae!
IC: Her father was finally home but even now, he was not given a chance to rest! Politics and bureaucracy had claimed his time, and Sephadi Damitonsdaughter was left to wander the streets alone. Well, not quite alone, for she was being shadowed by a novice Temple Knight. Her father refused to allow her to wander alone, and so the duty of 'shadowing Sephadi' was often bandied about using short straws.
Sephadi wore a bonnet on this particular day to protect her fair complexion from the ravages of the sun. Sunlight pale ringlets flowed about her shoulders, for the bonnet had dislodged the pins, and Sephadi did not have a mirror to fix them.
Blithely unaware of politics, or of the current state of affairs - for she had been sheltered from such concerns - the young avarian woman browsed shops that sold dyes, for colouring her embroidery silk threads.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2005 4:07 am
Most meals were a communal affair in the settlement, so family time was often limited, at least, family time bordered by food and the neccessity of all sitting down at the table together. So they had found other ways to make up that time, not the least of them an hour in the afternoon. Here, with the accompaniment of porcelain cups with tea, they would discuss what Sephadi had been up to - or Arevala might describe her day. This time, the focus was on Damiton, for his absence had been sorely felt.
Tea was laid out in the neat gold-rimmed cups perched on their saucers, and warm afternoon light streamed in through the glass windows.
Damiton was in the process of relating a harmless and amusing story about his equidyne, Steadfast. This had come to be a kind of ritual between him and Sephadi, for when she was small, he could hardly tell her of the battles and skirmishes he encountered. So he would tell the stories of Steadfast instead, until Sephadi had come to regard the equidyne as a brave hero and a friend. Even now, when Sephadi was in her teenage years, she still liked to hear about Steadfast, though at the same time, she wished her father would remember she was grown up.
"... and Steadfast bared his teeth at the nomad," Damiton was saying, as he leaned back in his seat beside his wife, "for he would not be cowed by the man with his curved blade. He would have liked to charge were it not for the yawning chasm between them..."
Sephadi listened as she always had, hanging on to every word, her blue eyes shining. The needlework her mother had instructed her to work on lay forgotten in her lap...
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2005 8:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 3:46 am
OOC: I'm having trouble getting into this scene for some reason. Maybe it's not the right one to start off with! Of course, it's been a little while since we've done a mother-daughter pair... (*miss Harmony* *g*) Hrm. Have you any thoughts of what other kind of scene we could do? wink
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2005 7:09 pm
OOC : Could perhaps try something with just them with normal sort of interactions.....Like a shopping trip perhaps? Or with church affiliations, passage to or from worship? Or could have Arevala be giving an embrodiery lesson to Sephadi? If any of those sound good, let me know and I can start up that line, or transition to?
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 4:26 am
OOC: As per discussion of backdated scene.
IC:
Snow lay in thick drifts about the countryside and Jack Frost and his minions gallivanted about the ice-rimed world. Rugged up, with a thick fur cloak flung about his shoulders, Damiton paced the area about the faltering campfire as frost-flowers blossomed in the air as he breathed. Mittened hands were constantly rubbed together, as though by that small movement, further warmth might be gained. He paused, turned around again, the movement leaving large holes in the crisp snow. Even with boots as thick as he wore, he could feel the cold creeping into his toes. He'd seen it before: men who had lost their feet to frostbite in this kind of weather. He shifted his toes in an attempt to keep the circulation up. God help them with this bitter Winter.
The Church Knight, who was one of their preceptors even if only of two years, paced and paced again. He was out here, waiting for the messenger to arrive. That the message was important there was no doubt. He would not have come /here/, in this Godforsaken cold, otherwise. The rest of his men shivered in their heavy garments, as they huddled about the fire's meagre warmth.
OOC: My thought is that Arevala could come upon them. Oh, and she would be pregnant with Sephadi at this point in time! How obvious you want to make that is up to you!
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:45 am
Traveling through the snow was certainly not within her plans when she woke that morning. But it had been tasked to her to see that this message be delivered, and thus she pulled the cloak tighter about her thin form. Hoping to keep the cold out as booted feet poked holes into the think snow and drifts were clammered on over. An added stamp of her feet occured from time to time to ensure that they were felt and blood continued to circulate through them.
Her wings had folded to try and give added protection from the cold and winds as well. She only hoped that the Knight she was sent to deliver the letter onto would be there as she had been told he would. The thought of having to linger about in the Wintery weather made her shiver even more. In her mind then she decided she would not stay long if the man was not there. But she saw the shadow in the cool air as she neared the location she was to meet the receiver. She lifted her head a little and called, using the winds to carry her voice,"Knight Damiton, would that be you in the distance?"
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Oh, he'd not been expecting an avarian. Or a woman, at that.
Observing her - wondering to himself what she did here - he halted his pacing, frost-flowers continuing to bloom in the air before him. Pale, pale blue eyes, as though nearly all the colour had been leached from the sky, examined the woman.
"Aye, I am that one," he replied. "And you are the messenger they sent?" He made no attempt to keep the surprise from his tone. Thinking to himself; wondering to himself, how an avarian, with those delicate builds, would dare to venture out in this weather.
"Join us, my lady. The weather is bitter today. Warm yourself by our fire."
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 6:09 pm
OOC:I think they'll work anyways! I think! And thus...She still kept her distance, always on guard, it could be a trap. They could have followed her. The hand held tight upon the knife hidden beneath the layers meant to protect against the cold. They were here as she had been told they would be and there was a fire. Ice blue eyes looked on as options and last moment thoughts ran through her mind, not a one that touched to the crystalian features. Finally she spoke,"I am the one that was sent. I am to meet and speak with the preceptor." Even as she spoke though, she remained within her place, wings kept tightly wrapped as the wind whipped around sending clouds of snow into the air. It was not until the invitation was extended that Arevala moved from her spot within the snow. Her feeting getting stomped to free them from their spot. "I would welcome the warmth, good Knight. I thank you for your hospitality." Moving towards him to follow to the fire offered, her wings and cloak obscuring her light build. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ And a switch of direction again....The posts as grabbed from the thread that triggered off the following rp.....Posted up here just to have some sense of chronological order to it all. Jinxeh ~Sephadi pets the little blue creature and wonders if she can sneak it into her embroidery basket.... and keep it without her mother finding out. Whilst, naturally, pondering a name for the little thing~ Tasah Arevala eyed Sephadi's embrodiery basket as it shifted and wobbled about. "Just what have you got in there child? Hopefully not another one of those injrued things, deteremined to nurse it yourself?" Giving Sephadi a look now,"Speak up child." Tasah Arevala simplly swats at Jinxeh, as one might a pesky fly. Still waiting on what her daughter is going to say about that wiggly embriodery basket. Jinxeh ~Sephadi looks innocent~ Wriggling embroidery basket? What? Mother, you must be imaginging things! Tasah Arevala simply looks down her nose at Jinxeh, not worth the bother. And there is the basket to contend with. "Truly? That is what you think child?" Gliding towards the wiggly, yet unwiggly basket, and reaching for it,"Then I suppose there is no problem should I just simply toss it to the fire, it is getting awfully chilly in here." Tasah The basket is picked and all so effortlessly taken towards the fire, Arevala quite preparing to stoke the fire with the wiggly thing. Jinxeh ~Basket wriggles more frantically, whilst Sephadi twists the embroidery in her lap anxiously, trying to work out what to do next... but alas the little vixie shoots out of the basket and flies at Arevala!~ Tasah A hand snatches the vixie by the back of the neck as it flies out of the basket. Arevala turns the thing about, while it no doubt wiggles some more. The embriodery basket is left to fall to the floor as Arevala looks to Sephadi,"I suspect you have no explanation for this....thing, child?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 2:52 am
To continue after the poses we did before, can you post them if you have them, Tasah? wink If not we can continue anyway!
IC:
The crimson silk twining roses upon the sash in her hands coiled, abruptly, as the vixie flew into the air. Sephadi’s eyes snapped open wide, irises bluer than a summer sky, and for a moment there was horror mingled with guilt shining there. And then her fingers clenched; curled, around the embroidery as she strove to keep her manner poised and calm. Such was, after all, the prerequisite demeanour for a lady, and Sephadi had been taught to be a lady at all times.
So when she spoke, there was no stammer in her voice. Not even the faintest hint of uncertainty marred her expression as she lifted her head with perfect calm to meet her mother’s eyes. “I found the poor thing outside. Its parents had abandoned it.” Those words were perfect truth, as she spoke in quietly reserved tones. “Mother, I will be able to look after it.”
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Posted: Wed Oct 19, 2005 6:54 pm
((I went ahead and posted them in the post before, so things were like all in proper order and the like....So it would flow and make sense!))
Arevala continued to hold the vixie by the nap of the neck, just letting the thing hang out there with a depth of indifference to whether it struggled or not. The basket that was left to the floor already put aside and forgotten about, Sephadi could clean up her spilled embrodiery later.
Blue eyes observed her daughter with an icey calm, the clenching of the fingers, the widening of the eyes, the little things the belayed the truth behind the calm which Sepahdi spoke with in giving excuse.
"You have lied once already to me today about this....thing. Why should I believe now what you tell of me about it?" Arevala looked down her nose a bit at the creature she held firmly. "For what reason should I beleive your ability to take care of this when you cannot even take care of your embriodery?" The free hand making motion to the spilled basket upon the floor. "Perhaps I should just throw it into the fire after all and be done with this."
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 2:58 am
OOC: Oddly I was thinking that mebbe you should do it that way, posting it ahead of them, anyway! wink *ponders* Y'know... because I am /so/ cruel to my characters... I'm somewhat tempted to suggest we should try and marry Sephadi off to someone she doesn't want to marry.... or at least do the stuff before such a wedding without going through with a wedding... on the other hand I'm not sure if Arevala would even want her daughter to marry to someone... although if she did, then I would imagine she'd be aiming for someone wealthy and powerful. Your thoughts? It could be interesting to RP, at any rate! wink Plus could create some interesting discussion between Arevala and Damiton!
IC:
Oh, so cruel! Indeed, it would've been lovely to have Arevala and Enaille sit down at a teaparty together. Alas, that not being possible, it is poor Sephadi who must bear the brunt of her mother's disapproval. The girl struggling to remain poised, calm... Just like a lady, she tells herself, keeping her chin tilted just so.
"Mother, it is a vixie, and it does not do anyone harm. It would not be much trouble. To throw it into the fire would be cruel." There, with Arevala for a mother, perhaps the girl is destined to be a barrister or a diplomat one day. Or else... and this seems far more likely. Sentenced to perpetual embroidery, that is if she manages to escape marriage.
If only her father were there! /He/ would not have any objection to her keeping the vixie. Of course, Damiton did have a tendency to spoil the girl....
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2005 6:26 pm
((~snickers~ Odd how we both end up with the same idea sometimes. `oohs and nods~ Would be a defienent plot to consider in the futurre. Arevala can arrang the evil marriage Enaille never got to! wink ))
An icey calm was kept as Arevala listened to the attempt of an excuse, or was it a plea, that came from her daughter. Not even giving the poor creature a look as it continued to dangle from her hand,"I know what the thing is, Child. Or do you seem to think me that unlearned that you need to edcuate me?" Her other hand already waving off Sephadi's words.
A hint of a frown forming on the otherwise emotionless expression,"Your words still do not explain why you choose not only to lie to be but attempted to decieve me." A slight turn of her head allowing her to look down her nose at her daughter now, the cool icey gaze settling upon the child,"Nor why you think I should allow you to keep this vixie, which I cannot imagine is less trouble than keeping embriodery neatly in a basket. Truly, I think it would save the creature to end its suffering now rather than put it in your care."
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 4:17 am
The attempt to evade, to elude, had failed. At last, the girl lowered her gaze, bowing her head most humbly. Pale, golden curls shadowed her creamy complexion which had been so carefully preserved. What else could she say?
"I apologise, Mother. It was wrong of me to lie...."
But the girl was saved by the opening of the door, as the figure of Damiton Baudansson entered the room. The preceptor did not wear armour at this time of day. Rather, it was more informal garb that was worn about the confines of the church buildings.
"Blasted Olven-" he began, clearly irritated by a recent exchange, but he halted when he saw his wife holding one of those vixies by the scruff of the neck, and his daughter, hands clasped demurely in her lap, although she had looked up with a certain hope at his arrival.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked mildly, casting an intrigued look in the direction of the thing in Arevala's hand. "What are you doing, my dear? Did that pesky thing fall into the fire?"
Sephadi would have squirmed except it was most unladylike to do so. So she sat stiff and perfectly straight whilst inwardly, she debated whether or not to beseech her father on behalf of the vixie...
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2005 6:46 pm
Eyes remained cooly upon Sephadi, only drifting to land upon Damiton when he chose to speak after his entrance into the room. Arevala placing her husband's day, properly so over her daughters indisgressions of the day. "A troubling day? " The inqury about the vixie drawing her to cast a glance to the poor creature, it hanging there much as its fate seemed to be hanging by a thread at the moment.
"No, you do not interrupt, my husband. I am certain Sephadi is quite greatful for your timely arrival." Those icy blue eyes settling to her daughter for a moment, rather knowingly. Before returning to her husband,"It didn't quite fall into the fire, though its path has almost led there. "
Her hand faintly turning the creature some as it is looked to again,"It would seem Sephadi snuck the creature into the house and sought to take care of it. But through desception instead of asking. As she quite lied to me about the matter, and was in the process of attempting to find an explanation about the lies she has told." Her arm lowering just a touch,"As well as reason to why I should allow her to keep it after doing so and how I can trust her to care for it when she cannot even care for a much simplier thing as her embriodery."
Eyes coolly land back upon her daughter as Arevala calmly concludes,"Explanations and answers she is currently hoping your arrival will save her from. With an added hope that you will silence me and simply allow her to have the thing with no recourse for her poor behavior."
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Posted: Mon Oct 24, 2005 3:05 am
Damiton's brows peaked slightly after his wife's explanation. Turning to look at their daughter, who was doing her best to appear calm, though she was not /quite/ succeeding. It rather reminded him of young Church Knight recruits caught in misbehaviour and hauled before him, which put him in two minds about the situation. Even so, attempts to deceive whilst excusable in a child, were somewhat less acceptable in 16-year-old girls.
"Sephadi, remember that lies are the first step on the path to misdeeds."
Sephadi lowered her gaze humbly. "Yes, Father. I am sorry, Father."
"Apologise to your mother, not me."
"I am sorry, Mother." Again with blue eyes modestly downcast.
And then, because Damiton was not by nature a cruel man (at least, not when it came to situations such as these, never mind about what was actually done out on the field), he glanced across at his wife. "Give the vixie to Mistress Ruhana-" Thus saving it from the fate of the flames, Ruhana being a cook in the place, "She has an interest in the creatures and would look after it well."
When Sephadi heard that, she did look up, blue eyes widening in alarm. Damiton could not fail to notice that and, since he always had a soft spot for his daughter, relented a little, "When your mother believes you up to the task of looking after the vixie, then you can have it back." He lifted his brows as he turned to Arevala, a questioning look given, although he did not expect Arevala to object. After all, it was not as though she could not still control the fate of the animal.
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