Rebellion Rising

MJK2431

MJK2431

✿❀❁
original.jpg

The city of Karseth, place of plenty, magic and thriving society, was almost destroyed in the Great War. When the foreigners came from Valoria with their fleets of ships, soldiers clad in steel, powerful sorcery and war horses the people of Karseth had been caught completely unaware. The invading nation was one that valued the conquest of a land above all else and that is what they had come to do.

The Karsetheens fought back tooth and nail, but in the end the victory still went to the invaders.

********************************

It has been twenty years since the war , most of the city has been rebuilt and the power of authority given over to the Valorian war commanders. These commanders have become the new heads of the city and the region it is in, dividing up it's resources and putting the original dwellers to work. After the war, citizens of Valoria were encouraged to relocate and take advantage of the new land. Those who did, such as the war commanders families, took their place in the upper wrungs of society and now live in luxury while the people of Karseth have been thrust into poverty and labour.

There are whispers though, word spreading of a force rising that want to take back what rightfully belongs to the Karsetheens. Those who are tired of breaking their backs and wish to raise a rebellion so fierce that it sends the invaders back to their own land.

__________________________________________________________________________
​
Members (Still open for others to join) and class (Can be changed during rp):
Link to character sheets: https://www.storytellerscircle.com/threads/rebellion-rising.6120/
 
Last edited:
Azayla wandered among the busy stalls, the mid-summer market located near the ports of Karseth a hub of activity. Fishmongers shouted out the price of their wares, jewelers watched for thieving fingers and bakers wives set out freshly baked loaves of bread that filled the air with the scent of warmth and flour that accosted passers-by.

The Valorian girl was weaving in and out of the crowd, her baby-blue dress tied with a wide, pearl-white satin sash at the waist fluttering in the soft breeze. She stopped for a moment near the edge of the cobblestone street where the stone walkway dropped off into shallow harbor waters, the salty air filling her lungs as she breathed in deeply. Finally, a moment to myself. She thought happily, slowing her pace after looking over her shoulder to ensure that Maggie hadn't caught up to her.

Maggie was Karsetheen but had cared for her since her mother's death. She was like a nurse-maid and a second mother, although more controlling than normal as of late. The older woman faffed over where she was constantly, wanting the younger girl to stay in her shadow whenever they ventured out of the Water's Estate (where Aza lived with her father).

It seemed everyone who worked in her home was walking on eggshells around her and for what reason she did not know. All she did know was that the odd glances and careful picking of words whenever she was in the room was beginning to make her feel uncomfortable when she was in the company of others.

The weekly market proved a good chance to go wandering off by disappearing into the crowd and now that she was alone, Azayla felt like she could properly breath for the first time in weeks. Here, among the workers and middle-class of Karseth there were no staring eyes or noble youth of Valorian upper society like in the more affluent areas of Karseth. Thus, she knew that if she tripped or didn't walk with her shoulders back there wouldn't be a new flurry of gossip spreading around the other upper-class children her age.

Her heeled shoes stepped lightly over the uneven bricks, the girl looking around her at the different items for sale. She spotted something of interest in the corner of her eye, moving aside a strand of golden curls before turning her head. In all honesty she had smelled the product for sale before catching a glimpse of it and the curious glance had only confirmed her suspicions. She made her way towards the flower stall, managed by an elderly woman, with excitement.

Nimble fingers traced over the unusual blooms, her eyes continuously going back to the same flower that had initially caught her attention. She eventually couldn't resist, her right hand which held her silver signet ring on her ring finger picking up the purple-hued blossom. The Karsetheen store owner had looked up from where she was cutting stems just in time to spot the family crest visible on the ring the Valorian wore, the older woman's nonchalant attitude immediately changing to one of immense attention.

"Do you like it? There's not many left after the heat of summer over the last month and a half."

Valerie looked up from where he fingers were caressing one of the velvety petals, her initial smile at having seen the flower fading when she noticed the fear tainting the woman's gaze. She saw the ring...I can't even take the accursed thing off without offending my father and bringing shame to the family. The ring was a status symbol, one which showed her place on the wrungs of society. Every noble Valorian child wore one after being gifted it on their thirteenth birthday. On some days though, more often than usual lately, the jewelry felt more like a symbol of her father's control over her and the people he ruled as part of the council.

Azayla fixed her smile, mindful of keeping up appearances required of her, then replied, "It's lovely, very lively and not at all withered considering the warm weather we've had today."

@TheGreenerGrey @Korelle @Ailis @Day
 
Last edited:
(P.S to everyone, I'm South African so I post at very odd times compared to most people's normal schedules. However, I will reply to everything as soon as possible. :) )
 
The warm sun illuminated the soft features of Tunka's face, which were partially hidden underneath the hood of a tattered brown cloak. Underneath, her mane of dark hair was pushed back by a white cloth, which was tied to cover her ears. The noise of the busy market would be debilitating otherwise. It hindered the only way she could possibly see, but Tunka Mott had been to the market place enough to know the layout, and she didn't care that she couldn't see the strange looks on people's faces as they watched her.

She sat behind a fruit stall, though she made no effort to socialize with anyone that came to it. That was George Pendergast's job, and he was doing well enough. Instead, she leaned back, resting the back of her cloaked head against the rickety building that they had decided to place their stall in front of. "That Valorian girl is here again." George called back to her, his voice mixing with the sounds of the coins in his hand smacking together. "Wasn't she just here last week?" Tunka questioned, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. She didn't care much for Valorians, but she did find it rather odd that the girl would come back to the market more than once. Wasn't there anything better for Valorian youth to do?

"I'm going to go for a walk." Boredom had overtaken her at last, the young Karsetheen pushing herself out of her chair to go wander. She wiped her palms on her loose breeches, blocking George out as he tried to make her stay. "See you later, Georgie," she flashed him a grin, and then padded out of the stall. Most people got out of her way fairly quickly; her unwavering, milky stare tended to have that effect. She nudged her way through the market, the layout of the area a picture in her mind. If she became lost she'd have to risk taking the cloth off her ears, but the market wasn't as loud as it normally was, so she was able to focus.

The smell of the sea called to her, and luckily, the ocean wasn't too far away from their stall. Her feet hit dock fairly quickly, and the screeching of seagulls became ever clearer. She'd never seen the ocean, and she never would, but the smell and the feeling was enough for her.

She sat at the end of the dock, glad to be in a somewhat quieter area, and removed her hood, her dark curls tumbling over her shoulders. Her eyes stared out to the ocean, missing out on the sparkling cerulean water as it lapped up against the docks. All she could do was listen to the sound of waves crash and inhale the salt that lingered in the air.
 
Brandan Ambre stood, dressed in his highly polished armor, a reflective sheen seeming to make the metal plating shine in the darkness of the musty old cathedral. He was beginning to wonder as to why the order had called to him today of all days, seeing as they had very little reason for knights services after the war. over time he had discovered many unknightly and impure practices of the order, a darker side of the Valorian nation. After the war, he defected and became a supporter of the rebellion that had begun to spread through the nation, he hoped now that they would not do what he had heard would happen to most defected knights.

The generals and ranking military officers, sat in their high backed chairs, staying silent while they decided his fate. They all wore their best dress, and their own armor was at an equal level of polished perfection. Eventually, the oldest member of the council declared into the dark air around Brandan "we have decided no disciplinary actions are needed, you are released from your service to the Valorian Order and you will receive moderate monetary reward, you are dismissed"

Brandan bowed, whispering thanks and walking out of the church before they could change their mind, he walked out to see the bright mid-morning sun shining on the marketplace and the white tents, radiating light all around them. he squinted and watched a young woman, a silver ring reflecting light from at while she caressed the flowers at the stand. he began walking toward her, suddenly curious as to why she would be in the market.
(edited)
 
Last edited:
Day said:
Brandan Ambre stood, dressed in his highly polished armor, a reflective sheen seeming to make the metal plating shine in the darkness of the musty old cathedral. He was beginning to wonder as to why the order had called to him today of all days, seeing as they had very little reason for knights services after the war. over time he had discovered many unknightly and impure practices of the order, a darker side of the Valorian nation. After the war, he defected and became a supporter of the rebellion that had begun to spread through the nation, he hoped now that they would not do what he had heard would happen to most defected knights.

The council members sat in their high backed chairs, staying silent while they decided his fate. They all wore cloaks, their deep cowls hiding their faces in shadow and thus hiding their identities. Eventually, the oldest member of the high council whispered into the darkness "we have decided no disciplinary actions are needed, you are released from your service to the Valorian Order and you will receive moderate monetary reward, you are dismissed"

Brandan bowed, whispering thanks and walking out of the church before they could change their mind, he walked out to see the bright mid-morning sun shining on the marketplace and the white tents, radiating light all around them. he squinted and watched a young woman, a silver ring reflecting light from at while she caressed the flowers at the stand. he began walking toward her, suddenly curious as to why she would be in the market.
Click to expand...
(The council's identities are known which is why the flower stall owner acted the way she did. So if it's okay with you would you mind changing the council figures to military figures? :) )
 
You know, sometimes Daniel wished that his bosses would give him a bit more than ‘There are rumours of a rebellion. Find out if it’s true and tell us who’s responsible’. Really, that was all his orders were! It was fortunate these Karsetheen couldn’t plan for crap, or Valorians like him might have actually been in trouble.

His (rather forceful) questioning of a few underground cartels had turned up nothing for him to use, although gratitude from some of the shadier noble families would come in handy he supposed.

As it was however, he had been relegated to simply wandering the markets, which in spy terms was just above asking random people if they’ve seen any rebellions going around. Sighing, he continues to look around.

With his power deactivated, he found himself once again confronted with that familiar plethora of glances and double takes, the side effect of his ability clearing a small circle around him in the bulk of the crowd as his face sent chills down their spines.

It’s not like he blamed them though. Despite how he looked and his somewhat creepy power and job, he readily admitted that looking at himself in the mirror every morning was a decidedly uncomfortable experience and one that singlehandedly made him hate having to shave.

The smell of flowers touched his nose, and he glanced toward it out of instinctual curiosity. What he saw, however, piqued his interest. A blonde haired woman, fair and quite beautiful, talking to the store manager. No one that pretty and clean had ever seen a hard day’s work in their life, and the way she was dressed signalled she wasn’t a courtesan. So a noble then. In the markets. With no guards he, the well trained spy, could spot. Curious.

Activating his power, the world became muffled and faces suddenly stopped gawking and began to just... slide over him, his presence a nonfactor. Shoving two people out of the way, their faces only changing when the people behind them complained when they hit them, he made his way towards the noble.

Standing right beside her, he looks her over. He had to be correct. It was incredibly for rare anyone this beautiful and clean to be anything other than a noble. Glancing at her hand, he notices the ring. Holding her hand in his, he brings it to eye level, his eyebrows rising as he recognised it for what it was.

So not just some noble, but a noble. What was someone like this doing out here? Talk about suspicious. Maybe some questioning was in order.

Dropping the hand, he takes a few steps back and raises his hood, making sure his face was unable to be seen, before deactivating his power. As the world rushed forward to meet his ears, he steps forward next to the woman.

“An odd place to be m’lady, here in the commons. Looking for something?”
 
Aza tipped the flower carefully in her hand, rolling the stem gently between her index finger and thumb as she examined it. The shop owner raised a brow, growing more and more nervous the longer the noble-born was around her stall. If she were caught doing anything that could vaguely be seen as rude or threatening to the child of one of the councilors, the elderly woman knew she might disappear in the middle of the night and never be heard from again. Especially this one who was so fiercely protected by her father.

Interactions between blue-blooded Valorians and the workers of Karsetheen were quite limited since it was fellow Karsetheens, such as Maggie, who worked inside the Valaorian's households that did most of the errands around the town. The young girl was quite an unusual sight to behold on the busy streets and even more unusual was the fact that she was unaccompanied.

"For such a pretty young girl, why not a sale? The bloom is two copper pieces as opposed to the usual four." The shop owner forced a smile, her fingers fidgeting with the table edge.

Azayla reached to her side, loosening the strings of the small purse-bag sewn into the folds of the dress' skirt. The Valorian placed four copper pieces into the woman's hand, the woman's brows furrowing in confusion. She opened her mouth to protest, but the girl spoke before her. "It is too lovely a flower for me to pay any less. It would be thievery in my eyes." Aza smiled warmly, turning to walk away with the purple flower in hand but gave a small gasp at the man who spoke after appearing behind her so suddenly.

She placed a hand on her chest, recovering quickly from the initial shock. Valorian men are everywhere...looks like I am not as free as I thought. I wonder if I will ever be able to walk around without having some concerned individual wondering about what I am doing.

The young woman straightened her posture, correcting her facade before responding. "I...felt like going for a walk. Not looking for anything in particular, just...well...." She struggled for the words to explain her actions, knowing fully that her lack of an chaperone in the form of one of her household's guards, Maggie or any of her friends was highly unusual.

@TheGreenerGrey
 
Holy crap, she couldn’t be more suspicious sounding if she tried. Were all noble women this daft? Because either way, if someone dressed as he was approached and asked what you were doing, mumbling an non-answer like that was not how you respond.

Narrowing his hidden eyes, he glances towards the flower. From what he remembered, there was nothing dangerous about it. Not used in any remedies or poisons. Looking back towards the crowd around them, he still didn’t spot anyone that could be recognised as an accompanying party.

“Just... felt like going for a walk? Among these people? Without a guard or even hand maid? I see.” He questions, picking apart what the woman was saying. This could be good. A noble such as her in a place like this, alone? This could be his lead.

“And where have you gone, during this... walk?”
 
Azayla could hear the suspicion dripping from the man's words, the hood concealing his face making his assault of questions even more nerve-wracking. The shopkeeper she had been speaking to previously listened in to the beginning of the conversation, but soon realized the interrogatory nature of the man's words and soon backed away, pretending she was far too busy to get involved with any business involving a Valorian.

His sharp gaze, even from unseen eyes, brought goosebumps rising to the girl's flesh as she scrambled her brain for an answer to his question.

"I, ah, was just perusing all the wares. I said I wasn't looking at anything in particular. Besides, I-" She was running out of excuses, knowing how strange it was to find someone of her status in this situation. A flash of gleaming metal caught her eye, the girl peering over the shoulder of the man questioning her to see a knight of the order walking in her general direction. She had found her escape. As the man passed, she grabbed him by the gauntlet and as gently as she could pulled him towards them.

"-I'm not alone. This is a Valorian knight who I must have lost in the crowd. He was assigned to escort me. My nurse-maid, Maggie, is also around here somewhere." She looked up at the clueless man, pleading with her eyes to follow on with her story. The girl chewed on her lower lip, hoping he wouldn't rat her out to this all too inquisitive man.

"Why do you ask so many questions anyway? There is no law permitting me from walking on my own or buying things at the market...." Her eyes kept scanning the crowd, the girl furiously trying to located Maggie's large bun of grey hair among the bobbing heads. She spotted the woman very far away, Aza's heart squeezing with relief.

@Day @TheGreenerGrey
 
Brandan paused, confused slightly but nodded saying "indeed, I have been with her the entire time, ever watchful for suspicious figures such as yourself" he looks the man down noting the boiled leather beneath his cloak "it seems that you were only asking my lady an innocent question, she has answered so you may leave now" he steps forward slightly, ensuring his power over the man. he took conscious effort to cover the gold signet ring on his gloved hand, it would raise suspicion faster than the girl's shaky voice and uncertain looks.
 
Daniel raised his eyebrows, unimpressed with the brute’s ‘tactics’. He could kill this man in a second, he knew. Of course, he didn’t. This was a noble’s bodyguard, and thus an esteemed Knight of Valoria, a pinnacle of what his nation stood for. He would never do such a thing. He did, however, notice the man try to hide something on his hand. Odds were it was a ring, as most noble guards were given one. Nothing all that suspicious, at least until you try to hide it... would be worth looking into at a later time.

“Ah, my apologies then m’lady. I was just a concerned citizen, wondering why someone of your esteem would be seen with people like this.” He gestures towards the flower stall merchant, before activating his power for but a second, brushing past the knight An day circling around the woman, re activating once he was behind her and whispering in her ear.

“If I were you, I would hurry back to more civilised parts of this place. There have been rumours of trouble brewing, of a rebellion by these commoners. They could even have Valorian sympathisers, imagine that? People such as us lowering ourselves to their level.” He says, his voice becoming almost jokingly light near the end, before he reactivated his power and disappeared into the crowd.

It seems she was simply just a clueless girl, one good at evading her bodyguards. Most likely nothing related to this ‘Rebellion’, but now that he had her appearance and Ring, he would be making an inquiry.

Along he way, he swiped an apple from a nearby fruit stall, biting into the red flesh as he pondered his next move. Perhaps wait until nightfall? The shadier side of things always went on then, and taverns around here were always full of the rowdier kind of Karsetheen.
 
Brandan nodded as the man walked away and he looked down at the girl only slightly, waiting to ask her a question. he let out a slow breath, breath he hadn't realized he was holding, sighing and moving his hand away from his ring and looking at her "why did you do that? I was minding my own business and you pulled me into a damn spies inquiry, now we're both in the spotlight" he shakes his head, thinking up ways to get himself out and how to take care of the spy, he glanced down at his ring, the blazing sun stamped into it seeming to flare brightly in the morning sun.
"it seems I may need to escort you home, now that I am your guard" he looked down at her and smiled slightly, although he was quite frustrated with the situation he was now in.
 
The girl held her breath as she waited for the knight to respond, letting out a soft but long breath as he went along with her story with ease. Luckily for me, this one thinks on his feet. The hooded man began to back down, unable to hold back more commentary on the company surrounding her before seemingly disappearing. He was gone for but a moment, Azayla already starting to begin relaxing once more, when his warm breath tickled her ear.

The words he spoke sent a chill down her spine and made her wonder as to what he was implying with his less than jovial tone, but he was gone again before she could say anymore.

She shrugged it off, but was still left with a cold feeling as if she had swallowed stones. Ever the actress with immense ability to pretend she was the perfect Valorian youth, Aza was soon rebuilding her perfected facade as she turned back to the knight she had pulled into her mess. "I really do need to apologize. I didn't quite know what to do and that man...something just seemed off. I promise to make it up to you somehow-", Azayla was interrupted when a small but energetic older Karsetheen stepped between the two of them. Although Maggie was short in height, she had a large and boisterous personality along with a commanding voice that encouraged obedience and little arguing back.

"There you are! Scared me right out of my boots you did Lady Waters...you know how I feel about you wandering off. Your father will have me strung up by my toes if he knows I've let you go gallivanting about without someone to watch over you!" She only acknowledged the knight then, her grey-haired head and doe eyes turning towards the man.

"She didn't cause any trouble did she? Either way, at least there are some knights stalking around it seems. We should be off Aza, it's already getting late and I need some tea." The Valorian sighed softly, somewhat disappointed that her moment of peace was already coming to an end. She cared dearly for Maggie, but was in no way ready to return to the Estate just yet. However, the girl knew not to argue, turning to the knight and saying, "Thank you once more for your help."

@TheGreenerGrey @Day
 
Last edited:
Brandan shook his head after the elderly maid finished speaking "no ma'am she wasn't any trouble, she only wanted to find a place away from the manor, for some fresh air like any girl stuck in a stuffy old house would" he smiled at the maid then looked down at the girl he had helped "you stay out of trouble alright? I may not be here when you need assistance again" he looks into her eyes, watching as she put her act back together and smiled softly.

she reminded him of his brother, a strong young man with a love for theatrical entertainment, but the thought brought up bitter memories so he buried it deep down and tried not to think about the death of his brother during the war.
 
Tunka had missed out on all of the commotion with the Valorians, and was pushing through the crowded market to return to the fruit stall when she heard George's voice. "Oi, you've got to pay for that." Her hand immediately reached up to the cloth fastened securely around her ears, her calloused fingers brushing against the soft fabric as she toyed with the idea of taking it off. If there was a thief, Tunka wouldn't be able to find him with her ears covered, but the noise wouldn't help either.

She pursed her lips, continuing through the crowd until her feet hit the familiar grooves of the cobblestone just to the side of the stall she frequently found herself behind. There had been some sort of accident. A cart crash, maybe? Whatever it was, it had left a strange formation in the stones that helped Tunka find where she was whenever it was too loud for her ears.

The young Karsetheen finally decided that it would be much easier for her to catch said thief with her ears uncovered, so she reached up and pulled down the cloth around her ears, leaving it to dangle around her neck. The wave of noise made her stomach churn, and her head immediately began to pound with pain, but she could see. At least, her brain could receive signals of what was around her and begin a black-and-white picture.

She spotted a man with an apple in his grip walking away from the stall and followed after him, pushing passed the couple of Valorians that were still lingering in the middle of the walkway.

"I don't think you heard George," Tunka announced once she had caught up to the man, her fingers tapping on his shoulder, "but you'll need to pay for that apple." You'd think that one thief wouldn't be a big deal, but this man did not seem like a Karsetheen, and Tunka would not tolerate a Valorian stealing from them. They'd stolen enough.

@TheGreenerGrey
 
Twice a month, Myka accompanied her eldest cousin to the market in Karseth. It was bittersweet to come to the city. She was young when she left but knowing the reason behind her families need to leave made her dislike coming. It was a reminder of what they had lost, what her father had lost.

The only good thing about coming to the city was that it got her out of chores for the day. She didn't hate doing them but a little break is nice. Doing nearly the same the thing day in and day out can get old. She also enjoyed spending the time with her cousin, who was really more of a brother than her actually brothers. Tobin, her cousin, never treated Myka like she was a bother even though he was older by eight years just like her middle sibling. He never got annoyed when she asked him questions, even when he was busy working. When Myka first development her ability like her mothers, it was Tobin there with a reassuring hand and guiding words. He was there for Myka during the trying time of assimilating to farm life and understand why her family was there. She likes to think she fills the role of a younger sibling for him, as Tobin is an only child.

Leaning back against the wagon, she watches her cousin at work. He is the best at selling there product, which is probably why her uncle sends him once a week to the city. If things were different, Myka thinks he would have made a fine politician. She doesn't know anyone that doesn't like Tobin.

Following another happy customer walk away from their stall. As she follows them, a flash of blonde and blue catches her attention. Turning her gaze in the direction, she a young woman standing at the flower stall across from them and two stalls down to the right. Myka can only see the side of her face but thinks she might have seen her before on a past trip to the city.

Myka watches the young woman, who looks to be a few years younger than herself, as she touches one flower. She watches as she exchanges a few words with the shopwoman before paying for the flower. The young woman doesn't get very far before a man appears out of seeming nowhere and begins to speak with her. Myka leans forward on her stool at the tense nature of the young woman. Whatever is being said, the young blonde doesn't seem to like it. She sees the young woman looking around and Myka shifts on the stool to get up, maybe help her out of whatever situation she is in. Before Myka can raise from the stool, the young woman grabs a knight by the gauntlet.

Completely invested, and doesn't know why, in what is going on, Myka watches the three exchange a few words before the first man leaves and disappears into the crowd. The young blonde woman and knight stay where they are. They exchange a few words before an older woman with grey hair comes up to them. The older woman looks relieved to have found the younger one, who look the opposite of the older one.

A clap to her shoulder draws Myka attention away from them. Tobin is standing over her with a smirk.

"Someone catch your attention?" He teases lightly, nudging her in the shoulder with her right fist.

"Something like that." Myka responds, looking at the group still by the flower stall.

"Well, whatever it is, your attention needs to move to fetching me another crate of watermelon," Tobin says gently, never ordering her around like her brothers do. "We're almost sold out of the first one." Turning back to where all our product is.

Taking one last glance at the group, Myka gets off her stool and goes about doing as her cousin asked. As she makes her way to where they keep extra stock, Myka can't help but wonder why was she so interested in what happened with the blonde woman.
 
Brandan was shocked at the way the girl had pushed past him, seemingly uncaring as to who or what he was. he shook his head and thought to himself the young people are our future and this is what they do? what am I thinking? I am one of those young people! "ma'am if you could escort her back I will meet you there, I have something to deal with first" he looks over at the elderly woman before catching a young man in the corner of his eye, and stepping away not waiting for a response. he walks toward the young man, seeing the older girl behind him and saying to him "how much did you see?"
 
Maggie tutted under her breath as the knight walked away, looking up at Aza with narrowed eyes before placing her hands on her hips. One would think her stature would not be too imposing considering that Azayla was almost a head taller than her, but the young Valorian knew there was a lengthy lecture coming her way. The pair began walking back up the road towards the seaside noble housing estates. They had been built or renovated by the clean, greener areas of Karseth just far enough from the harbor that the bustle of activity did not affect them but not so far that it required special travel arrangements for errands to be done.

"You're lucky I found you so quickly Az....", the woman used an endearing nickname for the girl, one which she had used since she was a child but only ever used when they were alone or not in the presence of other Valorians. If there had been other nobles around, it would have been seen as disrespectful for the girl's second-mother to have called her anything but Azayla or Lady Water despite how she cringed at the title.

"If your father knew about your little unaccompanied excursion, he would have a fit and a half and you know that. I know things have been getting a bit suffocating for you lately, but you're still my responsibility most of the time." Her tone softened, the older woman turning to her charge. "You're no longer a child, you'll be turning twenty this year. That's just about adulthood age back in Valoria if I remember correctly. I've cared for you since you barely fit in the crook of my arm and I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if something happened to you."

Azayla knew she was right, the female bowing her head as they rounded a corner. The gated entryway to where most Valorians lived was just down a tree-lined road ahead of them, the sight of it making Aza's limbs feel heavy. "I'm sorry for worrying you Maggie. It's just...things have felt so wrong lately. I feel like everyone at home is treating me differently. I don't know who my true friends are, whether they're with me because of my father and the rank he has. Any words I speak end up twisted and false and spreads among anyone who listen. You're the only person I know I can completely trust."

Maggie sighed sadly, patting the girl's arm affectionately with her free hand while the other held a light basket of the goods she had bought. "All will settle into place child, don't you worry. The sun will always rise and life will continue on."
 
Last edited:
Huh. So he was noticed? Would need to brush up on his non-powered thieving skill. Still though, talk about an annoyance.

Letting an uncharacteristic scowl tarnish his face, turning an already creepy visage into something that was blatantly wrong, he turns his head slightly towards the Karsetheen woman who had dared touch him.

To say he was surprised to see milky white eyes staring back at him would be somewhat of an understatement. To find him in such a loud and crowded place... either this person was extraordinarily talented, or she had some sort of magic about her. Either or... someone like this was certainly a known factor to the locals. Could potentially be useful. Turning to face the woman as his frown disappears, Daniel speaks.

“Ah, my apologies.” He says, his voice perfectly adopting the accent of lowborn Valorian as he fished a coin out and placed it firmly into the woman’s hand. “I was so distracted I forgot to pay. The smal things slip your mind when you’re contemplating far bigger crimes.” He says this jovially, hoping the woman may take the bait.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top