She opened the secret compartment, reached inside, lifted the cloth and touched the cold dark metallic plate. The helm lay upon its side, the narrow eye and mouth slits more shadowed. She picked up one of the potion bottles, swirling the dark liquid contents then replaced it next to the others. Her fingers found the sharp blade edge and glided down the length of long handle, dark red and black sworls forming where her touch stirred and woke its powers.
"It is kill on sight then for one and guide and support to better methods for another. Azrielle may fly again."
"Where Angels Dare"
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I pointed my finger and touched the central spot upon her back between this pair of pristine newly developed white wings. "There, right there...feel that and focus around that spot. Relax and then focus."
And so began my attempt at flying instruction on the beach of Thalasia. Or more to the point, attempt at simply getting Zilvai to move them without twitching, agitating or having them pull the rest of her small figure about with random movements but to take control of these appendages.
I whispered to Kithra that I had never done this before and hoped I was doing the right thing but Zilvai did indeed gain a measure of control at my instruction. However, there would be no attempt to rise to sky that time. Her wing muscles were pathetically weak. So instead I gave her suggestion of exercise to strengthen them, firstly by spreading them, holding them out wide without moving the rest of her body. Next to hold onto a heavy weight and then attempt to let the wings flap gently, to get used to the movement.
If it all went horribly wrong, I knew I could always call Barratiel to attend and give more professional advice, although this was not exactly 'urgent' or in his remit as guardian. I think I came up with better idea than Kithra who's first suggestion was to tie Zilvai's ankles with rope and swing her around til she caught the wind and picked it up!
I quite enjoyed trying to instruct on this however, just another new thing to be doing, teaching to fly instead of being taught. I believe Kithra will be giving her further weight training exercises in the gymnasium then I can perhaps help her try some off-the-ground-work. Zilvai showed excellent progress but a tendancy for impatience.
And so began my attempt at flying instruction on the beach of Thalasia. Or more to the point, attempt at simply getting Zilvai to move them without twitching, agitating or having them pull the rest of her small figure about with random movements but to take control of these appendages.
I whispered to Kithra that I had never done this before and hoped I was doing the right thing but Zilvai did indeed gain a measure of control at my instruction. However, there would be no attempt to rise to sky that time. Her wing muscles were pathetically weak. So instead I gave her suggestion of exercise to strengthen them, firstly by spreading them, holding them out wide without moving the rest of her body. Next to hold onto a heavy weight and then attempt to let the wings flap gently, to get used to the movement.
If it all went horribly wrong, I knew I could always call Barratiel to attend and give more professional advice, although this was not exactly 'urgent' or in his remit as guardian. I think I came up with better idea than Kithra who's first suggestion was to tie Zilvai's ankles with rope and swing her around til she caught the wind and picked it up!
I quite enjoyed trying to instruct on this however, just another new thing to be doing, teaching to fly instead of being taught. I believe Kithra will be giving her further weight training exercises in the gymnasium then I can perhaps help her try some off-the-ground-work. Zilvai showed excellent progress but a tendancy for impatience.
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Sometimes I wonder at the choices I make but in the light of the facts known, I did the best I could. For the love of Pelor, I've no idea if it was the right one.
One tiefling woman slaughtered at the hands of a cold man with an evil weapon.
One child I attempted to save, lost to the hands of a strong mercykiller fiend.
Was the child some fiend in disguise? Was the psionic tiefling of the Transcendent Order really doing the same task as I was in the Abyss. I could not tell.
All I saw was the silver orb held aloft by the tiefling and the pain inflicted on the child who looked human not fiend and though she was warm to the touch, so was I in that plane.
The cruel laughter emitted by the cold hearted warrior as he plunged his blade into the girl's heart, slaughtering her, resisting her attempts to mind control him had me crying for him to desist, just as I had reached the child and brought her under my protection. I could not save both. I chose to protect the terrified child.
The cold man rummaged through the dead girl's belongings, noted the tattoo of a Cipher on her body, then asked me what I wished of her things. Not trusting him further, I asked for the orb. I did not want him to have it and was surprised when he threw it my way. To touch it I realised that there was no magic to the mundane ball of metal, it had merely been a focus for the tiefling's mind.
We watched as the slain corpse of the woman was greedily devoured by the soil of the eternal battlefield of the Abyss.
But that was not the end of it either.
As I encouraged the child to climb to my back to take her back home, which I determined from her was the market ward in Sigil, a winged fiend approached, one in garb of Mercykiller whom had passed our way once in the cavern as if hunting for something, or someone.
He commanded me to leave the child alone and rushed at me, lunging with weapon to force me aside, my enchanted scythe bending under such force and I now found myself between two evils, one whom I had fought along side earlier with growing concern and nowI did not know which was the lesser only believing I had to try to save the child. Wings of feather turning and agitating against leathery ones as scythe clashed with sword, I felt and saw blasts of green noxious energy hurled into my opponent from the side.
The cold one was choosing to help me, I barely had time to wonder as to the why of it . Much of the noxious fluid sent out in waves oft times pooled harmlessly down the body of the fiend. But then he chose then to launch forwards and grab the child, holding her in front as shield againts the fiend shouting "Cease or the child dies!".
Time seemed to slow and still as I saw the fiend then grapple the pair of them and with alarming speed, become airborne, its grip with both figures in its clutches immensely strong. A moment's hesitation and my wings spread out wide to follow, lifting to the abyssal skies to tackle. The cold one's hold on the child finally gave and he tumbled to the ground, I continued to persue the fiend towards Sigil until a massive plated boot flying into my shoulder distracted and finally had me falling back from the chase. The fiend was too fast and my powers were fading.
I returned to the cold one, duty still bade me check on his state. I thought he had tried to save the child from that monster in the end but upon asking he told me with mocking laugh that he liked the fiend's blade and wanted it as trophy. In disgust, I parted from him as soon as his wounds were tended and headed once more for Sigil in persuit.
To no avail.
When I arrived back in Sigil, the fiend was long gone and so too the child. I was informed by the priest Darremar and Miss Sixthfinger that a fiend had passed by passing on small parcel to another rotund winged one in grey robes but the parcel was way smaller than a child's form. Perhaps it was the child made smaller or Pelor-forbid, the mercykillers had killed the girl already and placed her parts to a sack? It made no sense.
My heart goes out to the child, her tears and cries for help shall haunt me. I also still have the silver orb, some well placed questions of the Ciphers and Mercykillers might get more information.
One tiefling woman slaughtered at the hands of a cold man with an evil weapon.
One child I attempted to save, lost to the hands of a strong mercykiller fiend.
Was the child some fiend in disguise? Was the psionic tiefling of the Transcendent Order really doing the same task as I was in the Abyss. I could not tell.
All I saw was the silver orb held aloft by the tiefling and the pain inflicted on the child who looked human not fiend and though she was warm to the touch, so was I in that plane.
The cruel laughter emitted by the cold hearted warrior as he plunged his blade into the girl's heart, slaughtering her, resisting her attempts to mind control him had me crying for him to desist, just as I had reached the child and brought her under my protection. I could not save both. I chose to protect the terrified child.
The cold man rummaged through the dead girl's belongings, noted the tattoo of a Cipher on her body, then asked me what I wished of her things. Not trusting him further, I asked for the orb. I did not want him to have it and was surprised when he threw it my way. To touch it I realised that there was no magic to the mundane ball of metal, it had merely been a focus for the tiefling's mind.
We watched as the slain corpse of the woman was greedily devoured by the soil of the eternal battlefield of the Abyss.
But that was not the end of it either.
As I encouraged the child to climb to my back to take her back home, which I determined from her was the market ward in Sigil, a winged fiend approached, one in garb of Mercykiller whom had passed our way once in the cavern as if hunting for something, or someone.
He commanded me to leave the child alone and rushed at me, lunging with weapon to force me aside, my enchanted scythe bending under such force and I now found myself between two evils, one whom I had fought along side earlier with growing concern and nowI did not know which was the lesser only believing I had to try to save the child. Wings of feather turning and agitating against leathery ones as scythe clashed with sword, I felt and saw blasts of green noxious energy hurled into my opponent from the side.
The cold one was choosing to help me, I barely had time to wonder as to the why of it . Much of the noxious fluid sent out in waves oft times pooled harmlessly down the body of the fiend. But then he chose then to launch forwards and grab the child, holding her in front as shield againts the fiend shouting "Cease or the child dies!".
Time seemed to slow and still as I saw the fiend then grapple the pair of them and with alarming speed, become airborne, its grip with both figures in its clutches immensely strong. A moment's hesitation and my wings spread out wide to follow, lifting to the abyssal skies to tackle. The cold one's hold on the child finally gave and he tumbled to the ground, I continued to persue the fiend towards Sigil until a massive plated boot flying into my shoulder distracted and finally had me falling back from the chase. The fiend was too fast and my powers were fading.
I returned to the cold one, duty still bade me check on his state. I thought he had tried to save the child from that monster in the end but upon asking he told me with mocking laugh that he liked the fiend's blade and wanted it as trophy. In disgust, I parted from him as soon as his wounds were tended and headed once more for Sigil in persuit.
To no avail.
When I arrived back in Sigil, the fiend was long gone and so too the child. I was informed by the priest Darremar and Miss Sixthfinger that a fiend had passed by passing on small parcel to another rotund winged one in grey robes but the parcel was way smaller than a child's form. Perhaps it was the child made smaller or Pelor-forbid, the mercykillers had killed the girl already and placed her parts to a sack? It made no sense.
My heart goes out to the child, her tears and cries for help shall haunt me. I also still have the silver orb, some well placed questions of the Ciphers and Mercykillers might get more information.
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Finally.....
After all this time....
Waiting...not knowing...
I have seen this desolate miserable, amazing place that is Nifflheim...and my curiosity has only been partially appeased.
Who were we? New faces, always new faces but that is always of interest. A bardess name Yachi who was our guide having been there before, a masked man..quiet one, ladies man? I am uncertain but something was familiar, I could not put my finger on it. A druidess named Scarlette with her grown hatchling and....a rather grumpy gnoll with name of Rix...again, a first for me to go to battle with such a creature by my side I fear.
We did not get far into the fortress, the obstacle too great and were hard pressed to stay together as team to retreat safely too. Would that Kelth would have been there to lead us true and avoid the shambles that was...ah well...and upon so mentioning my desire for such....the gnoll walked off in some disgust I believe.
An interesting venture however. One that I will be repeating in good company again.
After all this time....
Waiting...not knowing...
I have seen this desolate miserable, amazing place that is Nifflheim...and my curiosity has only been partially appeased.
Who were we? New faces, always new faces but that is always of interest. A bardess name Yachi who was our guide having been there before, a masked man..quiet one, ladies man? I am uncertain but something was familiar, I could not put my finger on it. A druidess named Scarlette with her grown hatchling and....a rather grumpy gnoll with name of Rix...again, a first for me to go to battle with such a creature by my side I fear.
We did not get far into the fortress, the obstacle too great and were hard pressed to stay together as team to retreat safely too. Would that Kelth would have been there to lead us true and avoid the shambles that was...ah well...and upon so mentioning my desire for such....the gnoll walked off in some disgust I believe.
An interesting venture however. One that I will be repeating in good company again.
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I have been deep into the territory of the abyss holding fiendish minotaur and rather horrendously large abominable...I am not sure what but one or two of them were also horned like minotaur....and dear Pelor! one of which was the biggest challenge I think I have ever faced, Kelth fell as did I..luckily not falling over precipice...Barratiel who came to assist did so too..we managed with Pelor's blessing both to revive and persist until finally, the great being was slain. I have never been more relieved and energised with the glory of such a battle in a long time. I so thoroughly enjoy going into such with him at my side.
Barratiel has found himself...a special friend..I cannot help but smile at this and I have to hold back on my teasing of him....and if he is unable to come to my aid, he sends her for training with me. She seems nice. I have also acquired the company of...well..a couple of helpers from Mercuria who seem to like to attend me in battle when Kelth is not present. Conversation however is limited with these two.
Observation of the prosperous merchant Aeron and enjoyment of his occasional companionship in the Abyss has proved fortunate. I learned how to make quality sign and notice for helping my own business ventures alongside that of my husband. Not to mention the fact that he was inclined to sell me at very fair cost, his stock of divine and holy weaponery and other assortment of similar gear, seeing my penchant for dealing in such and to ensure they are sold to only worthy customer who can persuade me of such. One customer Caldur was interested in acquiring one for his shy paladin friend. However, he could not prove to me satisfactorily of his intent and good nature or purpose for such a purchase so I asked him respectfully that I would prefer to personally meet his friend before I would sell stating that if suitable, I would gladly make very fair trade at a price I know to be less than market value. All for the good cause!
I continue in small measure to expound my philosophy and encourage others to share in experiences as part of my adventure into merchanting. For more than good market prices I acquired a mediocre belt from one young girl new to Sigil named Jade who could satisfy my interest in an experience of something that made her roar with laughter recently. It was an amusing tale of kender, chandelier and redfaced gnome that had both Kelth and myself chuckling as I set the memory to stone.
Piri. And now we come on to my small friend, the fey who is bound to me by bond between our respective families. One, she has shown me bracelet of twisted bright red locks about her small wrists, chattering on about some deal she made with Aeron to give of her pixie dust in exchange for him acquiring the hair as new 'trinket' from one long redhaired fellow. Two, she has also managed to negotiate with Aeron for him to sell a variety of enchanted pink wear from his stock. Three, I finally remembered to give her one magical electrifier to my possession for her own use in trade. My only concern is her penchant for trickery and the damage I hear can be done if those electrifiers are not used with good sense. Fourthly, she squeaked excitedly at me something about a pageant, two tickets to a holiday plane as prize and then something about falling for a pixie from Toril? I didn't quite catch all that last as she dashed off to play but, knowing her, likely as not, she will have lost focus on any current paramour by the next week.
Barratiel has found himself...a special friend..I cannot help but smile at this and I have to hold back on my teasing of him....and if he is unable to come to my aid, he sends her for training with me. She seems nice. I have also acquired the company of...well..a couple of helpers from Mercuria who seem to like to attend me in battle when Kelth is not present. Conversation however is limited with these two.
Observation of the prosperous merchant Aeron and enjoyment of his occasional companionship in the Abyss has proved fortunate. I learned how to make quality sign and notice for helping my own business ventures alongside that of my husband. Not to mention the fact that he was inclined to sell me at very fair cost, his stock of divine and holy weaponery and other assortment of similar gear, seeing my penchant for dealing in such and to ensure they are sold to only worthy customer who can persuade me of such. One customer Caldur was interested in acquiring one for his shy paladin friend. However, he could not prove to me satisfactorily of his intent and good nature or purpose for such a purchase so I asked him respectfully that I would prefer to personally meet his friend before I would sell stating that if suitable, I would gladly make very fair trade at a price I know to be less than market value. All for the good cause!
I continue in small measure to expound my philosophy and encourage others to share in experiences as part of my adventure into merchanting. For more than good market prices I acquired a mediocre belt from one young girl new to Sigil named Jade who could satisfy my interest in an experience of something that made her roar with laughter recently. It was an amusing tale of kender, chandelier and redfaced gnome that had both Kelth and myself chuckling as I set the memory to stone.
Piri. And now we come on to my small friend, the fey who is bound to me by bond between our respective families. One, she has shown me bracelet of twisted bright red locks about her small wrists, chattering on about some deal she made with Aeron to give of her pixie dust in exchange for him acquiring the hair as new 'trinket' from one long redhaired fellow. Two, she has also managed to negotiate with Aeron for him to sell a variety of enchanted pink wear from his stock. Three, I finally remembered to give her one magical electrifier to my possession for her own use in trade. My only concern is her penchant for trickery and the damage I hear can be done if those electrifiers are not used with good sense. Fourthly, she squeaked excitedly at me something about a pageant, two tickets to a holiday plane as prize and then something about falling for a pixie from Toril? I didn't quite catch all that last as she dashed off to play but, knowing her, likely as not, she will have lost focus on any current paramour by the next week.
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So...I hear his name again and it sets me to shiver with the memories still...
Marius
I heard of another victim Kelth has met, a small halfling girl that lives yet...fortunate...but with runes etched to her back... and I heard too of Neli's return, her offer of support and recent diagnosis of Kelth upon his coughing and spluttering with spark brings smile to my lips. I find it harder to establish friendships and trust, unlike Kelth, my reserved nature still present, so news of Neli about Sigil again was so very welcome. Trust in Hildmor, his partner Kree, these others...and perhaps...just perhaps this time....righteous light would shine stronger.
I made my own examination...a full examination... with curious and exploring fingers. While I have known a few with such a heritage none so close that would enable me to allow touch and have a good looksee. The fanged teeth will be a minor problem for some intimacies but I confess do add nicely to the roguish looks. The toughened and thickened skin across his body both a shame and a blessing to touch and enjoy but luckily not scaled, different but I shall grow used to it as part of him. Gently does it for a while.
Before I was lost to such exploration, as we supped on luskan red to accompany my efforts at pie making and to keep the new and increased hunger of a dragon blood sated, I made my proposal for my desired part in our joint business ventures. It pleased me to find him favour my suggestion even though it will do little to contribute seriously to our family profits and may cause some ire to any independent merchants if they realise my plans.
Marius
I heard of another victim Kelth has met, a small halfling girl that lives yet...fortunate...but with runes etched to her back... and I heard too of Neli's return, her offer of support and recent diagnosis of Kelth upon his coughing and spluttering with spark brings smile to my lips. I find it harder to establish friendships and trust, unlike Kelth, my reserved nature still present, so news of Neli about Sigil again was so very welcome. Trust in Hildmor, his partner Kree, these others...and perhaps...just perhaps this time....righteous light would shine stronger.
I made my own examination...a full examination... with curious and exploring fingers. While I have known a few with such a heritage none so close that would enable me to allow touch and have a good looksee. The fanged teeth will be a minor problem for some intimacies but I confess do add nicely to the roguish looks. The toughened and thickened skin across his body both a shame and a blessing to touch and enjoy but luckily not scaled, different but I shall grow used to it as part of him. Gently does it for a while.
Before I was lost to such exploration, as we supped on luskan red to accompany my efforts at pie making and to keep the new and increased hunger of a dragon blood sated, I made my proposal for my desired part in our joint business ventures. It pleased me to find him favour my suggestion even though it will do little to contribute seriously to our family profits and may cause some ire to any independent merchants if they realise my plans.
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*Sealed magically the letter makes its way by fey courier to a tiny faerie grove on an isle in Thalasia*
Dearest Unca Theo
I asked Tix to pass me letter on to ye. She's been itchy-winged an bored missin her folks so told her tis a good time to pop back. Alls good with me, keepin well an out of trouble fer most part. I'm sending ye as gift with Tix a sweet bracelet, made up of red human hair preserved an twined with silver, somethin I made - tis the brightest colour I seen in a long time an I know ye'd appreciate its sparkle. I got one of the same tho the fella the hair belongs to seems to be resistin me fey charms, I jes couldn resist that lush hair.
Main reason I be writin is to ask a wee bit more of this bond atween angel-face's family an our own. See, unca, I met up with one of our kind, nay of our kin an grove but from Toril of all places! Imagine, all them years I wuz there watchin angel-face an narry one sightin.
Already he's bin talkin of wee ones!!!!! An yet tis only air kissin so fars so dun get knickers in twist - but he's 'real' cute. He has the cheekiest face ye ever did see (nother reason why I asked Tix to deliver to keep her flirtin away fer a bit sose I kin suss him out first but ssshh dun let on to her), has wicked sense of humour, magically inclined an proved better then me at a few things! Likes his fun an frolics too! Only odd thing is he speaks a bit weird I dun always be understandin nor him me so tha be okay makes it more entertainin!
Anywhos, I spose me question is, do this bond prevent any secondary ones?. Just askin in case cos I think I be in love. This times fer 'real' unca. Honest!
Hugs an kisses to ye an me cuzzes, will pop back fer the festival in a few turns of the spire mebbe.
Love ye!
Piri
Dearest Unca Theo
I asked Tix to pass me letter on to ye. She's been itchy-winged an bored missin her folks so told her tis a good time to pop back. Alls good with me, keepin well an out of trouble fer most part. I'm sending ye as gift with Tix a sweet bracelet, made up of red human hair preserved an twined with silver, somethin I made - tis the brightest colour I seen in a long time an I know ye'd appreciate its sparkle. I got one of the same tho the fella the hair belongs to seems to be resistin me fey charms, I jes couldn resist that lush hair.
Main reason I be writin is to ask a wee bit more of this bond atween angel-face's family an our own. See, unca, I met up with one of our kind, nay of our kin an grove but from Toril of all places! Imagine, all them years I wuz there watchin angel-face an narry one sightin.
Already he's bin talkin of wee ones!!!!! An yet tis only air kissin so fars so dun get knickers in twist - but he's 'real' cute. He has the cheekiest face ye ever did see (nother reason why I asked Tix to deliver to keep her flirtin away fer a bit sose I kin suss him out first but ssshh dun let on to her), has wicked sense of humour, magically inclined an proved better then me at a few things! Likes his fun an frolics too! Only odd thing is he speaks a bit weird I dun always be understandin nor him me so tha be okay makes it more entertainin!
Anywhos, I spose me question is, do this bond prevent any secondary ones?. Just askin in case cos I think I be in love. This times fer 'real' unca. Honest!
Hugs an kisses to ye an me cuzzes, will pop back fer the festival in a few turns of the spire mebbe.
Love ye!
Piri
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An exploration of the senses, new directions, understandings of purpose, friendships and love have reached new heights and levels for me.
I came to an understanding with Neli over a bottle of brandy. A bond strengthened, offered and returned with hope for a deeper true friendship, woman to woman. I admire her and have greater respect now hearing of the choices made for her own new direction. She has come far in those months away, endured alot and answered my query of the changes to her eyes. Honesty given was returned and her friendship is true to both Kelth and I. It is a warm comfortable feeling that stirs within knowing this. And there is added bonus, she has agreed to teach me a few things, woman to woman. It is time I opened my eyes further in some aspects where only a woman's intuition would know.
Contributions from Neli and Kelth through help with stock together with words of advice from both have given me the confidence to attempt my own side of the McEwan & McEwan family business. Although it is true, my merchanting interest will not for the most part bring profit, feed our bellies or pay for our rooms, I have Kelth's support. We depend on his side of the business for this. I have managed to add more to my stock through dealings with Amycus, a collector of fine wares. I saw more that I wanted, but his terms are steep, not needing gold in exchange, so unless Kelth has items that he would allow me to make trade, I will have to rein in my desire for those pieces.
Unspoken purpose. The day was spent awakening the senses, finding and exploring this once, without words, this truth was jointly realised. I saw Kelth inspired in a few goals, his visible hazel eye glinting with the challenge and prospects of applying his skills, reinforcing connections via friendship and business interests. I was gifted with the evidence of one example of his ability. A new warscythe. Utterly magnificent and perfectly balanced to my hands. Flawless. His words before surprising me with it, however, gave me pause for thought on my own personal goals. I would not wish to hamper him, merely contribute, but I must also continue to find myself and my own in the hope to find my way back and yet forward at the same time ensuring temptation is met with good sense and balance of belief or I will never find the way. It probably makes no sense to anyone but me. I shall reflect on it more and make my prayer as always for clarity and guidance in his light before confusing others.
There will always be minor misunderstandings. Am I a prude? too uptight? too reserved? Do I inhibit his fun? We were both hurting and I assumed wrong that he had resorted to old ways to remove the pain, rather than give it the time it needed, a thought that left me disappointed and unsympathetic to the result of his indulgence with Fargul. It was not the case. He is a grown man. He does not need my mothering. But next time this should happen, despite my own pain, I should make more effort to support and tend and not assume self-affliction from indulgence and temptation, merely laying watch to see that he did not suffocate in his own vomit. This is clear to me now. I live and learn.
I came to an understanding with Neli over a bottle of brandy. A bond strengthened, offered and returned with hope for a deeper true friendship, woman to woman. I admire her and have greater respect now hearing of the choices made for her own new direction. She has come far in those months away, endured alot and answered my query of the changes to her eyes. Honesty given was returned and her friendship is true to both Kelth and I. It is a warm comfortable feeling that stirs within knowing this. And there is added bonus, she has agreed to teach me a few things, woman to woman. It is time I opened my eyes further in some aspects where only a woman's intuition would know.
Contributions from Neli and Kelth through help with stock together with words of advice from both have given me the confidence to attempt my own side of the McEwan & McEwan family business. Although it is true, my merchanting interest will not for the most part bring profit, feed our bellies or pay for our rooms, I have Kelth's support. We depend on his side of the business for this. I have managed to add more to my stock through dealings with Amycus, a collector of fine wares. I saw more that I wanted, but his terms are steep, not needing gold in exchange, so unless Kelth has items that he would allow me to make trade, I will have to rein in my desire for those pieces.
Unspoken purpose. The day was spent awakening the senses, finding and exploring this once, without words, this truth was jointly realised. I saw Kelth inspired in a few goals, his visible hazel eye glinting with the challenge and prospects of applying his skills, reinforcing connections via friendship and business interests. I was gifted with the evidence of one example of his ability. A new warscythe. Utterly magnificent and perfectly balanced to my hands. Flawless. His words before surprising me with it, however, gave me pause for thought on my own personal goals. I would not wish to hamper him, merely contribute, but I must also continue to find myself and my own in the hope to find my way back and yet forward at the same time ensuring temptation is met with good sense and balance of belief or I will never find the way. It probably makes no sense to anyone but me. I shall reflect on it more and make my prayer as always for clarity and guidance in his light before confusing others.
There will always be minor misunderstandings. Am I a prude? too uptight? too reserved? Do I inhibit his fun? We were both hurting and I assumed wrong that he had resorted to old ways to remove the pain, rather than give it the time it needed, a thought that left me disappointed and unsympathetic to the result of his indulgence with Fargul. It was not the case. He is a grown man. He does not need my mothering. But next time this should happen, despite my own pain, I should make more effort to support and tend and not assume self-affliction from indulgence and temptation, merely laying watch to see that he did not suffocate in his own vomit. This is clear to me now. I live and learn.
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When is a touch acceptable and when is it not?
Not in public when it is a stolen stroke of wing snatched by a strange halfling after a clear refusal.
Yes, when agreed as beneficial, respectfully made and for purpose of relieving a warriors ache in private after making proper acquaintance.
Kelth introduced me to Aki once we had dealt with a couple of customers. One of which was an envoi of Heironeus named Corwyn...my first customer worthy of my stock. I was rather pleased to make this transaction, although my testing of his worthiness to wield that holy weapon was fairly limited at this point, from his words and symbol it seemed clear enough to me. However it may not always be so and I will think on that.
As for the girl Aki, Kelth had marvellous idea to commission a painting of us so we sat to the Inn as she made sketch and asked us question over the style and size. I find myself rather excited about it but she is a professional artist and this should not be rushed. Two weeks. It is not so long really.
Apparently she is also professional masseuse and Kelth invited her to tend to our joint aches in the privacy of our rooms having partaken of her skills in the past. She has quite the different technique to him, for all that she is a lot smaller, she manage to manipulate my muscle and nerves with what seemed the minimal effort leaving me limber and loose and quite relaxed. Most of the shoulder and back aches had vanished. She was respectful in her touch. That was important to me. I so rarely allow any to do so. I am sure we will engage her again. She seems a nice girl and I listened to her after advice on my wear with interest. Perhaps it is time to go shopping.
Not in public when it is a stolen stroke of wing snatched by a strange halfling after a clear refusal.
Yes, when agreed as beneficial, respectfully made and for purpose of relieving a warriors ache in private after making proper acquaintance.
Kelth introduced me to Aki once we had dealt with a couple of customers. One of which was an envoi of Heironeus named Corwyn...my first customer worthy of my stock. I was rather pleased to make this transaction, although my testing of his worthiness to wield that holy weapon was fairly limited at this point, from his words and symbol it seemed clear enough to me. However it may not always be so and I will think on that.
As for the girl Aki, Kelth had marvellous idea to commission a painting of us so we sat to the Inn as she made sketch and asked us question over the style and size. I find myself rather excited about it but she is a professional artist and this should not be rushed. Two weeks. It is not so long really.
Apparently she is also professional masseuse and Kelth invited her to tend to our joint aches in the privacy of our rooms having partaken of her skills in the past. She has quite the different technique to him, for all that she is a lot smaller, she manage to manipulate my muscle and nerves with what seemed the minimal effort leaving me limber and loose and quite relaxed. Most of the shoulder and back aches had vanished. She was respectful in her touch. That was important to me. I so rarely allow any to do so. I am sure we will engage her again. She seems a nice girl and I listened to her after advice on my wear with interest. Perhaps it is time to go shopping.
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Alright...so it is not unique according to Hildmor and his 'lying' tailor, but I love it! Quite the change from the full plate...if a little revealing....yet it....flows so nicely....rather daring...but then....is it not about time I was more so?...is it not appropriate for a sensate, even the devout, to experience the freedoms of this sense? No more guilt, no more worry as to what others will think. I do this for myself. I am a woman of confidence.
I stuffed myself on that scrumptious cake a new goblin sensate brought as sensory entrance to the festhall for our members and had to stifle a burp as I stood in the market sorting my stock between bags. I had gone back for seconds, then thirds. A few burps were inevitable.
I have the materials ready following our meeting, scrolls, sequencers and new outfit though I have yet to cast and scribe. It feels more positive to finally be doing -something- about you-know-who. The five of us have our work cut out...this is certain. Still, I am more optimistic than I was considering 'who' we have to our side in this affair.
I remain cautious and....just a little firm in one aspect and attitude against one pair of tieflings...though perhaps this sense stems from my usual reservation to their race...I -do- try but it is inevitable despite my time in Sigil...though I made only slight warning for her to re-direct her thoughts....and still bore a smile as I watched the girl train with my husband. I bear no ill will to the girl but I find her 'master' intensely aggravating. I do not believe I am alone in this feeling....still....the plans Kelth has to demonstrate the purity of his feelings and his faith not to mention...other private plans to which we dedicate the most of our spare time...shows my touch of possessiveness to be entirely unnecessary.
A few minor meetings have got me curious. Firstly, how is it the ogre 'Munchy' has somehow changed all his plans and seems to have grown somewhat in intelligence over the course of this short time? All to his credit of course for themepark in the Abyss was rather a dangerous idea. Secondly, a well-spoken drowess priestess, An'aroluth, has approached me seemingly 'sent' by Kelth to speak to me. I am presuming she walks the path of 'light'....moonlight...else I doubt Kelth would have suggested such...unless she was lying...I do not think she was lying, her attitude was pleasant enough. It has me curious. Oh and thirdly, I am still dithering about what to do regarding that item Amycus has to sell....perhaps it is already sold and perhaps that is best, it will make the decision for me.
I stuffed myself on that scrumptious cake a new goblin sensate brought as sensory entrance to the festhall for our members and had to stifle a burp as I stood in the market sorting my stock between bags. I had gone back for seconds, then thirds. A few burps were inevitable.
I have the materials ready following our meeting, scrolls, sequencers and new outfit though I have yet to cast and scribe. It feels more positive to finally be doing -something- about you-know-who. The five of us have our work cut out...this is certain. Still, I am more optimistic than I was considering 'who' we have to our side in this affair.
I remain cautious and....just a little firm in one aspect and attitude against one pair of tieflings...though perhaps this sense stems from my usual reservation to their race...I -do- try but it is inevitable despite my time in Sigil...though I made only slight warning for her to re-direct her thoughts....and still bore a smile as I watched the girl train with my husband. I bear no ill will to the girl but I find her 'master' intensely aggravating. I do not believe I am alone in this feeling....still....the plans Kelth has to demonstrate the purity of his feelings and his faith not to mention...other private plans to which we dedicate the most of our spare time...shows my touch of possessiveness to be entirely unnecessary.
A few minor meetings have got me curious. Firstly, how is it the ogre 'Munchy' has somehow changed all his plans and seems to have grown somewhat in intelligence over the course of this short time? All to his credit of course for themepark in the Abyss was rather a dangerous idea. Secondly, a well-spoken drowess priestess, An'aroluth, has approached me seemingly 'sent' by Kelth to speak to me. I am presuming she walks the path of 'light'....moonlight...else I doubt Kelth would have suggested such...unless she was lying...I do not think she was lying, her attitude was pleasant enough. It has me curious. Oh and thirdly, I am still dithering about what to do regarding that item Amycus has to sell....perhaps it is already sold and perhaps that is best, it will make the decision for me.