Travel companions

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Lillian

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    District Queen
    Askavi Terreille
    44 Posts    3431 marks
Travel companions
« on: October 25, 2018, 08:21:44 AM »

Lillian eyed the trunks set up in a semi circle around her. The courtyard was strangle quiet, for all the noise. Bits jangling between blunt white teeth. Young boys shouting to each other as they shifted carts and horses. One was yammering at her about carriages, but Lillian wasn’t really listening. She was thinking.

Not everything packed up was hers. And quite a bit of what was hers wasn’t. Borrowed things she would send back later. Gifts too, those were not to be returned but they weren’t for her, but for the place she was going. Lillian had added to those gifts. Small things she thought would prove useful, and needed. Bolts of good clothe. Sturdy, plain stuff for everyday wear. Boots. Some precious yards of real fabric. Good fabric in nice colors and patterns.

Everyone needed a little something nice on occasion.

That wasn’t all Lillian was thinking about, however. Eyes leaving the organized chaos she stood in to look for them. Konnar. Peitar. She was less worried about Ellesar, he was a good boy. But the other two. Full grown and veterans of the same war. Lillian hoped they got along and somehow doubted that for all their shared backgrounds they would not.

”Who is that?” Lillian asked, turning to stroke the long face that had nudged her from behind. One big chocolate eye looked at her with annoyance. She’d been daydreaming rather than admiring. Laughing, Lillian worked a brown ear between her fingers in apology. ”Please watch out for the trunks.” She warned those coming up behind, twitching ears and her own senses warning her of approaching danger.

No. Not danger, she reminded herself. Just warriors. Her warriors, now. Well, maybe not Peitar, but always her cousin and his boy. ”And stay out of them, they are not for any of you.” Lillian added, kissing a broad, fuzzy cheek and turning to eye them. She was not afraid, Lillian told herself. Face and ribs throbbing in phantom memory. They were on the ground, so neither of them could toss her from any height, and Lillian knew to be wary of Peitar’s elbows now. ”Hello Helen.” Lillian greeted, rubbing yet another ear.

”I thought we could ride. Ilithian has extra horses.” Expensive to feed, so it was no burden on the queen if they took them. And Lillian thought they could prove useful in her new district, not knowing if they had any at all. Plus she liked them, especially the mare attempting to eat her hair. Looking between them, Lillian turned a more critical glance to Peitar’s wing, and avoided his face. ”Oh yes. Peitar, my cousin Konnar. He and his son will be coming with me.” There was a subtle hint of possession in her tone. They would be coming, and that was final.

”This is Peitar, the district’s raiders are his men.” But no longer the district. That he was going to have to share with Lillian now. ”And his dog.” Maybe Addie would be a nicer name. Lillian looked the hound over. She would give it a try and see if it stuck.

Peitar

    Opal to Sapphire
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    The Blind Prince
    Askavi Terreille
    65 Posts    119 marks
Re: Travel companions
« Reply #1 on: October 26, 2018, 12:53:25 AM »

Best to stand back when there was a lot of senseless chaos. Peitar didn’t know exactly what all the rushing and shifting was accomplishing. He couldn’t see. But it sounded stupid. Things being packed and loaded, unpacked to be accounted for then repacked again. A whole lot of mess.

He didn’t plan to go tripping on trunks or children, both of which his probes told him littered the way. So he took his sweet time picking a path to Lillian. Actually, Dog picked the path. A few quick steps with her haunch against Peitar’s leg so he could follow. They were a good team, especially in a fight. The only problem was that Dog was barely two feet tall, so she tended not to notice the things that might hit her master in the face. Low tree branches, open doors, laundry lines. Ergo their progress was slow, since he trusted her less when there was a great deal going on around them.

It also didn’t help that Dog was over eager to reach the queen. Darting forward then stopping short with a whine while she waited for Peitar to catch up. Eyes closed in case anything did happen to get into the vicinity of his face he held his gingerly pace without giving in. Even if he felt the same infectious giddiness as his pet. ”How many trucks does one queen need?” He asked, washing the courtyard with a broader probe out of curiosity. Quite a few apparently.

”Nothing interesting in any of them anyway.” He countered, poking at the cases pointedly with firmer probes. A few shifted but none fell over. What she needed with fabrics was beyond him, but Peitar didn’t care enough to question. He was saving his arguments for when they got back home. Good warriors knew how to pick their battles.

Dog abandoned him for a moment. Bobbing forward for a petting he assumed. Just the very tip of her tail drumming against his calf while she lingered by the queen. Returning to sit on the toe of his shoe with a satisfied bit of snuffling. Through the buzz of movement around him Peitar felt the steady pulses and smelled the grass stained teeth of horses. They were not natural allies, Eyriens and horses. Not in his opinion. Useful, if you didn’t have wings. Peitar had wings.

Usually. Though his would be bound and strapped to his back for another month at least. The break had been severe. If the healers in the eyrie had been capable of doing more to expedite his recovery they had chosen not to. Not that he blamed either. There was history with one, and a fresh wave of… familiarity with the other. ”You can get there whatever way you want. I don’t ride horses.”

Broken wings wouldn’t stop him from riding the Winds. Why take days to trot across the territory when they could be there in hours? Didn’t make much sense to Peitar. The brief introduction that followed was answered with short grunt of acknowledgement. Lillian could bring whoever she wanted. If she really insisted on sleeping in a tent then she’d need someone she could trust keeping guard.

”The district’s people are my people.” He corrected. Flashing his teeth as he added, ”Although I do command the raiders.” There was no doubting it was a point of pride for the grizzled warrior.

Konnar

    Rose to Opal
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jenn

    Warlord Prince
    Askavi Terreille
    5 Posts    0 marks
Re: Travel companions
« Reply #2 on: January 06, 2019, 10:09:40 PM »

Konnar's teeth gnashed with every moment they were here. He'd agreed to go before Lillian had even asked him, unwilling and unable to trust her care to anyone but himself and Elessar. And now here he stood in the street while his cousin chose the items she would take with her to some backwater shithole Ilithian asked her to rule. Konnar had no illusions about where and what they were going to be doing, had no silly fantasy that everything would be just dandy. He wasn't a child and he wasn't blind to the problem they were going to encounter.

Rough palm ran over the shoulder of the stallion who stood waiting patiently for him. The slate grey animal had given him a reproachful glance when he'd first acquired him and Konnar could have sworn the beast had far more intelligence and cunning in that baleful brown eye than a horse should have. Probably kindred bred no doubt. The animal blew breath against the man's arm and Konnar laughed before turning to Lilian, "Your trunks will be fine, Li," was all he got out before his instincts took over as another more deadly force joined them. Shoulders stiff and spine ramrod straight, Konnar quietly moved to place himself close enough to Lillian to protect her but far enough away he had the room.

Scarred and strong, jewel far heavier than Konnar's own and it was enough to make the warlord prince bristle with temper. This was not a bonded male, a male held only in check by Ilithian's decree, one who could hurt Lillian without a second thought. Not one who would die to keep her safe. He didn't trust her with this Peitar. A press against his mind brought golden eyes to look at both the animal beside him and Elessar with a rigid calm. His boy was stronger than even this intruder, but Konnar refused to allow him to do anything to prove it. A subtle shake of his head and the boy backed off.

Who the hell was Helen? He was just about to ask that very question when Lilian reached to pat the dog that appeared glued to the other Eyrien's legs. Konnar didn't much care for dogs but he'd manage if Lil made him. "Walk then," he snorted, "Or take a wind. We'll ride whether you go with or not." Konnar didn't care how he sounded, petulant and childish it didn't matter. He already disliked this prince.

"The district's people and her raiders belong to Lillian," said with finality as he turned back to the horse, checking the girth and giving a final adjustment to the stirrups that dangled from the saddle.

Lillian

    Summer-sky to Green
  • Queen
  • Played By: dergon

    District Queen
    Askavi Terreille
    44 Posts    3431 marks
Re: Travel companions
« Reply #3 on: January 21, 2019, 06:25:42 PM »

”They aren’t all for me.” Lillian defended herself, eyes sweeping the jumble. She reached out to steady a stack as it wobbled, Peitar’s probes filling the area. She shot a frown in his direction, knowing is probes couldn’t pick the expression out, which made it safe to scowl at him. ”Maybe not to you.” But to some it was, Lillian was sure. Unless all he had was raiders. They probably didn’t care for dress patterns.

Peitar was ready to argue. And Konnar had moved in, standing near her shoulder without crowding. Lillian looked at him, lips wrinkling as she took in his tense stance. Before she could soothe him, she was distracted by Peitar again. ”Why not? They’re good horses.” And some could be trained to pull a plow! Touching Konnar’s arm, Lillian gave him a false and cheery smile. This was going to be fine. They were warriors both! They would make friends, somehow. She hoped.

But not like that. Lillian shook Konnar’s arm, and her head. ”We should all go together. And if we ride, I can see the lay of the land better.” She couldn’t fly over it like the rest of them. Lillian blushed and glanced at Peitar, who couldn’t see anything at all. Clearing her throat, Lillian drew her hair over her shoulder and ran fingers through it.

And of course it got worse.

”Konnar. No.” Lillian tapped into her Green and wove calming craft around them. A few of the young boys scampered away, sensing the tension mounting between the warlord princes. ”No.” She said to Peitar too. ”This isn’t a coup. We aren’t going into to strip Peitar of his power. We’re combining forces.” She tried to remember some of the phrases she had heard her father use when she was a girl. The general had lead his men with knowledge rather than power.

Peitar

    Opal to Sapphire
  • Warlord Prince
  • Played By: Jones

    The Blind Prince
    Askavi Terreille
    65 Posts    119 marks
Re: Travel companions
« Reply #4 on: January 25, 2019, 10:11:39 PM »
Peitar had a commanding presence. He was a leader of men, by nature not intent. So it was natural, in his mind, that lesser men with egos too big for their ability would feel intimidated. In general he got along with anyone that paid him the respect he had earned. But it was not respect that these strangers put off. He didn’t need eyes to know it, he could feel it in the tense way Dog’s stance shifted. Standing again with her bottom hard against his leg. A silent growl vibrating her haunches. It meant that someone was standing in a way that challenged her security- or Peitar’s really but they were such good friends now that the safety of one was the safety of both.

In answer Peitar shifted too. Stance going from casual, almost glad to be near Lillian again, to defensive. Hand resting an inch from his left hip so he could call his blade in and swing at the same time if such became necessary. ”Good as they might be, you need eyes to see where they’re taking you.” He said stiffly to Lillian before turning his face in the direction of her male. He stank of insecurity. Why else get his panties in a twist over polite conversation? ”Yes. The Wind suits me fine. Make sure I’m home in good time to set up a proper welcome.” The spit in his tone ensuring there would be no such thing for this male. Who in their right mind spoke to someone that way before coming into their district? Maybe he wasn’t insecure, just stupid.

”No thanks.” He told Lillian when she made no effort to correct the affront. Fine. This cousin, or cousin-son was her male. Let her play favorite to him. Nevermind that Peitar had crushed his own wing and thought he’d killed his dog to correct her mistake. Queens! They thought they knew-

Mental diatribe stopped short Peitar turned his entire body towards the voice. He called in his blade, balance perfect in his hand. Sure that he could kill the one before the other stepped up. If the other stepped up. Shock was a funny thing. At his feet Dog growled violently, spurred by the surge of power she felt her master ripping up from the depths of his Jewel. Boy you better learn now who you’re speaking to.” Peitar was ready to teach him but Lillian spoke. Slapping him on the wrist.

It didn’t frighten him. He was confident in the balance of power. Certain that not an inch of it would shift in his district without his say so. But something inside of him grew cold and hard anyway. Scowling until his scars puckered over the bridge of his nose he swung his blade up to point at the man. Unaware he had turned his back, and not giving a shit who might have found a few inches of skin shaved by his weapon. ”If my people wanted a fucking queen they would be in one of the dozen districts or provinces that have queens. This is a favor to Ilithian, out of mutual respect for the raids we’ve pulled off together. You and your queenling are coming into my home. Don’t think for a second you’ll be forgetting it.” Combining forces! He could have spit on them all. A century of taking care of these people would not be forgotten. They came to him because they were the dregs of society that no one else trusted. He gave them constructive purpose. Safety for their weakfolk, a way to earn back some of what they had lost or never known, and an outlet for their righteous indignation. Which was the only emotion he had room for now. Burning him up from the inside.

Stupid. He was a fool for thinking he could have let his guard down. That their little experience had someone made them friends. When Dog didn’t flinch he assumed there was no return of violence headed his way. So he vanished his blade again and turned away from them. The landing web was back up in the eyrie’s courtyard. Part of him was tempted to wish Lillian a safe trip but he was too worried he might mean it so he walked away instead. Dog giving a disappointed whine before turning to pad off behind him. Probes swarming his space to keep from any unexpected attacks, or stubbed toes, he picked his way through her trunks. Wishing he had said no to this whole arrangement from the start.
 

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