Starlight Castle

[Lady_Conspiracy]

Holly Nylos

Walking through the gardens Ciara was looking at the health of some plants. She had clipped as many as she could that were useful to the healers under. For most of the week she had been charged with overseeing the injured. Brawnwen had been a blessing with her natural talents and knowledge. They both held magic to heal but also understood tonics and how to use them together. Many people had been saved from the brink of the far shore yet it still haunted her those she had been able to save. Out of most of the 'higher ups' she had fed the most. They had been running around running on fumes but not she. Ciara knew how much energy she would be expending and had her assistants make sure she fed regularly. Otherwise she would have been just like the others. Documenting the health of the plants and when she thought they could be pruned again for use she sighed, moving the hair out of her face.

Her eyes shifted around those who were in the gardens. Some helping, others passing through, but a small huddle of girls talking amongst themselves. Narrowing her vision on them hearing whom they were talking of-no, whom they gossiped about. Lyssa. Daughter of Ulrik and Jesseryies. Snorting, she handed her papers to one assistant then walked over to them irate. Her normally soft eyes were slits, blue and green sparks tickled her finger tips.

"If you girls have time to let ye tongues loll about as lazy dogs then certainly there is some work to be done. In fact, you lasses can help with my work. Follow them back to the healers. You can each carry those baskets of herbs for the potions Lady Brawnwen has been making. Oh. One more thing. I hear ye voices once more speak ill of her I'll be certain to let Ulrik know what you think of his daughter. Keep your ill omens to yourself."

Offended as they may be she didn't care. Anyone she heard speaking ill of Lyssa she was quick to n** in the butt. If she could have Shibhann as a mother and be loved then Lyssa can have Jesseryies. There was no difference there. Looking up to the balcony the starlit hair shined from Ciara smiled fondly. The woman was truly beautiful to gaze upon. Lifting her arm she waved. Since she was no longer going to be carrying the baskets back, she gave instructions of what to start next to an assistant. Everyone needed a break once in a while. Heading to the stairs she felt silly. Lyssa had been the first woman she could think of that she could say she had a crush on. Although no one knew. As far as she knew no one knew that is.Rounding the corner to the balcony entrance she saw an man bowing before Lyssa. Part of her wanted to just walk away as to not intrude but it was too late. She'd been spotted. Walking into their company she smiled shyly blushing lightly.

"Lady Lyssa. Sir...? I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

The gossip followed her around every corner, but Lyssa didn't quite care. People would talk, they may fear her more, so long as they did not let pity curdle their thoughts- Lyssa didn't quite care. Pity. What a useless emotion. Life was not fair, there was no use denying that sad fact. So what if Lyssa's childhood was filled with horrors these simple minded people could not begin to comprehend. She was powerful now. She was determined. And Goddess damned, she survived it. The world could throw more terror towards her, and she would bare her fangs like the cunning little wolf she was. Let the sheep tremble in fear at the name of her mother. Wolves weren't born - they rose from the despairing carcasses of their sheep pasts with a thrill for survival. ******** their pity.

A shy voice behind her brought her attention towards something far more important than considering the thoughts of ignorant simpletons. There was something sultry about her. Maybe it was the full lips. Lyssa liked her full lips.
"Hello Ciara darling." she flashed her a rare, and true smile. Indeed this was a wonderful surprise. "I would normally invite you to refer to me as Lyssa, but I must admit I'm fond of being called Lady." Her eyes glimmered with mischief. It was strange, Ciara had been a fire cracker not so long before. Now she seemed to be adrift. "I assume you resented the family reunion as much as I."

 

[Holly Nylos]

The way the sun seemed to make her hair pool like a living star and cascade around her was mesmerizing. It was almost easy to forget the human man in their presence. Giving a gently incline of her torso with a bow of her head in his direction in a form of respect and greeting, her eyes slitted quickly then relaxed at the mention of the wedding. Mother was truly a monster. Both of theirs were now. Stepping closer she could feel her chest tighten. What was she thinking coming up here? What was she hoping to achieve? A deep sigh escaped her as walked pass Lyssa to rest her elbows on the balcony rail looking out at the land.

"Tis always been a treat to see Mother. Now more than ever with her new.... family."

It was still hard for Ciara. She had fought for so long to see good in her mother, had held out all hope even from Eve had warned her and fled. There was a heavy weight dragging on her heart. Her mother had indeed become part of a new family. A family with that gentleman.... Foolish girl! That was how she viewed herself currently. To so shamelessly be flirting with the enemy without knowing it. To also send healing to him during battle knowing he was the enemy. By the Goddess what was wrong with her? And now here she was in hopes of what? She looked over her shoulder at Lyssa. Without intending to a smile tugged the corners of her mouth upwards. Just the sight of this woman had her feeling some semblance of normalcy. Butterflies swarmed her stomach but she could breath easier around her.

"How have ya been since that fiasco? I've been meaning to seek you out sooner but the healers ward has kept me pretty tied up. And I have not seen you visit it."

Her eyes wandered from that glimmering star shine hair to sketch the memory first of her facial features, naturally sculpted brows, her eyes reminded Ciara of perfectly cut peridot, lips that called to be kissed, a delicate neck, slender shoulders, pleasant curves. The woman was exquisite. On the return trip back up Lyssa's body she realized what she had so blatantly done and blushed profusely. But her sassy lilting voice came out opposingly smooth to that blush with a wry smile to follow.

"Old habit, Mi'Lady. Had to check for injuries of course. Ye appear to be perfect. Not a blemish in sight."  

[KingLeo_05]

After realizing his state of mind when mistaking to see his beautiful wife in the ray of light Castelo gave out a huge puff of air. "The scolding my wife would give me," he chuckles. "And the embarrassment my daughter must feel," he frowns. He was talking to himself knowing no one is listening. He had permitted no one to disturb him because he would rather no one see him like this. Castelo held out his hands before pulling himself off the ground and dragging himself across the room to wash up. He was tired. Tired of mourning. Tired of feeling crazy. Tired of drinking tainted blood. It was time to clean up and advise a plan of how to retrieve his wife back and to rule his land without her assistance.