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 Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 7:48 pm
 Divintra had pride. It had grown in tiny steps since his mothers dissapearance. First his pride at simply surviving. Then pride at getting a little ahead. Pride at surviving. Pride at being able to uphold his personal beliefs. Pride in his Gods favor. Pride in his steadily growing reputation. It all added up. It all gave him a sense of accomplishment. It all lent to giving him the ability to walk a little taller. Gave him the ability to meet other drow in the eyes (When he was not dealing with a female of course). His pride wrapped Divintra in a warm coat of comfort.
So when it was the pair of toughs appeared out of the fog near the Glimmersea, Divintra's pride gave him the strength to stand toe to toe with them unflinchingly. He did not cower or skulk around them. He knew they had seen him, he knew they were approching him, and Divintra knew he was in trouble. It wasn't so much his ability to read the actions of the toughs. It was his God given ability to See that he had no real option of escape. No matter what he thought, he read the Peril he was in. Could he run? No, he'd be caught. Could he talk his way out of this? Oh no. Not at all. Would handing over his delivery save him? There was a yes to that. A slim chance. However... Divintra was determined not to surrender his reputation for his countability on delivering his packages. So then..all that remained was to accept the fact he was in danger. The toughs would do what they would, and should he be fortunate enough to survive...well..he would see what happened after that...
When the pair of thugs came upon him and pressed upon him from front and back, Divintra kept himself carefully still. His white head remained bowed and his purple eyes did not lift. Inwardly he was shaking. Trembling. Crying even in childish fear of what was looming. His arms clamped like a vice upon the box he was meant to deliver. For a few moments the first of the pair tussled with him. Attempting to pull the box from his arms. When it was that he would not surrender it the pair resulted to the ages old medium of convincing. They beat him.
Divintra curled about the box, at first intent not to sound a word, but after only the third kick his resolve broke and he began to cry out. It hurt! Each viscious kick to his torso or head throbbed with pain and blinded his sight momentarily. He feared for the small glass ball wrapped in the leather pouch at his waist. But the toughs were more interested in langing blows upon his small unprotected body more then aiming for the small dangling pouch.
The kicks ended abruptly and amid coarse laughter Divintra was hauled to his knees. the box was easily removed from his possession by one of the thugs. he sat down and began to work at the lock on the box while the second Hauled Divintra towards the waters of the Glimmersea. "Hey now Kerle! This here boy's as white as the blindfish, Let's see if he can breath like one eh?" The male working on the box joined in his companions laughter as Divintra squirmed against being pulled to the waters edge.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:24 pm
 Valin had been ambling along the shoreline, humming to herself a tune she had been creating to capture the feeling of Nostalgia that had surfaced when she had fallen into in the small swordsmith's shop in her first return to the marketplace since the incident. It was proving difficult for her to separate the Nostalgia from the fear and burning loathing that had come with it as she had rewitnessed her mother and Tarien's murder and then the shock from seeing the face of the dead Tarien disappear into the crowd afterwards.
She had finally become satisfied with a part of the tune when a cry arose from further along the shore. Curiousity tugged her sleeves in the direction of the cries at first, but soon anger joined it and she found herself gathering her mists and running along the rock to the sounds. Someone was being mugged. It was alright when she attacked those she found lurking along the shore, as she only pumped them for information and let them suffer some humiliation before sending them unscathed on all but the possible ego on their way. But, for thieves, thieves like the one who had killed her mother, who had stolen her sword, to dare enter her part of the shoreline nonetheless try to conduct their foul business on it? That was like breaking the last straw.
She neared the sounds enough in time to see one of the thugs dragging a pale Drow towards the water. A small smirk played about her lips, the water eh? That would be a costly mistake. The mists she had gathered to her swarmed over the trio, engulfing the thugs and thier victim, soaking into any and all clothing the damp air could find. Two of the clumps of cloth were heavier than the last, consisting of more muscle than the victim. One of them surprised Valin, throwing some sort of box at her before he was weighted to the ground.
The package struck her in the right shoulder and she uttered a small curse about a lucky shot before her voice lifted in more magical means. The tune for Nostalgia momentarily forgotten, she let a sad song of pain and loss enter into her opponents' ears, the mist clearing enough so that her eyes could meet with the eyes of the attackers. Of course so that the full effect of her song could tear through their senses and they could feel all of the pain and suffering they had inflicted upon their victim before she dealt them away.
She twitched her fingers and the two heavier bundles of cloth, obviously the thugs to her sight within the mist, were lifted into the air. "You want to see if you can breath like a fish?" she asked, turning her hand to the side, "Well, then why don't you?" The mist-filled clothing of the two thugs tilted them over the water, carrying them far out into the Glimmersea. She opened her fingers and the mist released the clothing at once, letting the two fall with a large splash into the dark waters, their clothing dry for only a moment before it was again soaked.
With a sigh, she looked down at the small cut the package had torn into her dress's collar before glancing down at the package itself and carefully picking it up. She waved a gentle hand at her mists and they flowed quickly back to the Glimmersea, muffling the splashes of the two thugs floundering about in the water. Setting the package down by the form of the pale Drow, her large doe eyes inspected the male, wondering what he could have done to warrant the thugs' attack.
"Are you alright?" she asked, not really knowing what else she could say to determine whether or not the Drow was alive or seriously hurt. Helping others was normally not in her forte, as she suspected it was not in many Drow's, but when theives were involved she tended to let her defenses slide. If the Drow was dead then the two theives would find themselves back on the shore and about to suffer a much more painful death than that of drowning.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 8:59 pm
Divintra suffered a terrible moment of panic as the thug drew him closer to the waters edge. He did not want to be drowned! Yet no matter how he squirmed he did not seem to be hindering his attacker in the least.
It came as a surprise though, as the mist in the area thickened to the point he was completely blinded. He heard the curses of the thugs, and felt what cloth clothing he wore suddenly become wetted down. His jerkin and pants were of simple rothe hide that had been treated to a shine, but under them he wore a coarse spider silk shirt and undergarmets. (And goodness was that uncomfortable under the hide pants!)
Divintra kept himself laying prone on the ground. With his body aching as badly as it did he was not inclined to move it. In addition, the kicks to his head had his ears ringing and it hurt a bit to open his eyes. Or maybe it was just his left eye?
He could heard...a song...and it confused him a bit. Well..a lot here confused him. Divintra was unable to focus enough to use a prayer to asnwer any of his questions. The mist was so thick here he could feel it as he breathed seeping into his lungs a bit. The thugs seemed to be screaming..howling... in terror? Whomever it was that was attacking them surely had to be frightening!
When the song died, puncuated by a females coy sounding voice, Divintra started to stir. He heard the splash, but was more concerned with making certain nothing of his was broken.
The question that the female asked him finally got Divintra to try and open his eyes. The purple orbs blinking fuzzily as he looked up at valin. She seemed...out of focus at first..and Divintra felt his heart clentch at the blurred vision he recieved. "Mom..?"
He reached a hand up and rubbed at his right eye to clear it, and looked again. No..that was not his mother... but she had features that seemed like her and in a blurred sight.... Divintra's cheeks flushed a obvious pink as he started to slowly push himself to his knees. "I think...I will be okay...nothing is broken..." As he apoke he patted at his side, and slipped his fingers into the pouch at his waist. Deftly he rubbed his fingers over the surface of his ball, feeling for any cracks or fractures. No..he didn't feel anything..but..that did not mean it wasn't damaged...he'd have to check it out once he was alone...
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 9:19 pm
Valin blinked, did he just call her 'mom'?! She let the word drift away from her attention, it was probably just a mumbled word and had more to do with his injuries than with her. Her eyes blinked again as he turned pink. She had never seen a Drow turn such a color before, well, she had never seen a Drow with such pale skin before either, but the pink was much more intriguing to her than that.
"Good," she sighed, hearing his reply that nothing was broken. He would live, and she wouldn't have to give the thugs a much more violent death. Speaking of which, the splashes in the water were fading quickly, causing her to heave another sigh. Her eyes glanced over the water and she muttered, "I suppose even thugs deserve to live..."
She stood and held her hands before her, pausing and tilting her head to the side more casting about with her power. Her gaze settled down at the pale Drow, who was currently peering at a strange ball, and her mouth slipped open in a new question. "Would you like your attackers to live or die?" she asked, both curious as to the answer and waiting on it as if it were an order to save the two theives or not.
They were obviously not very good theives, as they were more worried about torturing their victim than they were about making off with the goods. It didn't make her any more forgiving towards them or her anger towards their actions any less, and it certainly didn't give them disclaim to being thieves, but as it was not her they had attacked she was at a slight loss as to what to do with them.
Another fact was alluding her mind, but she couldn't quite place what it was at first. Then she shook her head with a small laugh and relaxed her shoulders a bit in her stance. "I am Valin, by the way," she said, a few questions springing to her mouth with a want to be asked but denied a sound for the moment. She would at least know the Drow's name before she asked what he was doing on her stretch of the shore and what exactly happened with the thugs.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:37 pm
Divintra rolled the ball into his palm. His eyes flickered over the black glass surface keenly searching for the slightest hint of a fracture. it amazed him that it had no scuffs or chips in it. What with the way they had beaten on him, and the caravan trips too... Yet it always seemed to be perfect. It didn't even have fingerprint smudges on it...ale murmur something about the thugs deserving to live. At the moment Divintra had to disagree. His body ached terribly and he had nearly ended up being drowned for their peverse pleasure...
When the female asked him what he wanted, Divintra turned his purplse gaze up at her in surprise. She was asking him? Honestly? He glanced out at the water and frowned. His previous feelings wavered. It was one thing to think it, but another thing to know he was the deciding factor in their lieves. Divintra clutched the ball tightly in his hand and closed his eyes with thought. What should he do? His mother's answer would be certain...and he was certain of what his Gods answer would be if he prayed...
"I believe that if they live or die should be determined by their own actions. If they manage to swim to shore then they deserve to live. If they do not make it then it is by their own failing that they cease to live..." Divintra carefully worded his answer, then cracked open his eyes. He worried for a moment that the female standing over him would find his answer amusing, or disdainful...one could never tell with strangers...and he could not really use a prayer right now to find out...
"I am Divintra... Thank you for...interevening Miss Valin. I am indebted to you for your aid."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 10:56 pm
Valin had been watching for his answer, wondering what it would be. When it finally came she had to repeat it in her mind, staring blankly out at the water for a while before nodding and relaxing her arms, looking at the other Drow sideways. The reply could easily have come from another Drow's mouth filled with malice or revenge, or another Drow would have answered for them to die.
She shook her head, knowing there were more Drow in the Underdark who shared her mother's veiws, but a little unbeleiving that she had found one so close to her own home. Her gaze was cast downwards for a moment, as she remembered the song of Nostalgia by the thought of her mother. She could always continue the song at another time. So long as she remembered what she had sung so far it should be easy to pick back up on it later; besides, she was still letting her anger at the thugs boil down.
"It is nothing, scum like that deserve what they get," she said, calling a single strand of mist from the water's edge to her. Giving it a stroke and letting it twirl around her finger she learned that one thug had tried to save his partner only for his partner to let him drown after they got closer to shore. Har gaze drifted to the wet lump on the shore adjacent to her and Divintra's position and she resisted the urge to let her mists drag him back into the water.
With a sigh she turned back to Divintra, "One of them is dead, the other is still lurking about. If I catch him wandering my shore again he will not live but I cannot say you will be safe if he catches you while I am away should you pass by here a second time." Her eyes caught sight of the strange ball again and she found her curiousity getting the better of her once again. "What exactly did they want from you?" she asked.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 11:15 pm
He should get up...but his left side was still hurting. So he choose to remain sitting for a bit longer in the hopes the pain would fade quickly. The female...no... Valin did not seem inclined to mean him any malice. She had helped him after all, and for that he was a bit grateful. He would not allow himself to let down his guard too much.
Her scathing comment about scum getting what they deserved brought to mind the image of flickering fire and a particular foe that had been quite troublesome for him. Divintra's eyes fixed upon his glass ball in thought. "Yes, eventually they find themselves in the same position they have placed others. Either in this life or what follows." Carefully Divintra opened the pouch he had carried his ball in and he gently rolled it back into it's place. He was satisfied it had suffered no damages now."
Valin's warning served as motivation for Divintra to start to rise. First he glanced around though, until it was his eyes landed upon the box. "Thank you for your warning Miss Valin. I do not intend to linger here once I'm back on my feet. I would rather not risk getting more wet then I am already." Ah! Perhaps they had done some damage after all. Divintra felt a sharp pain in his left hip when he took a step. It was not incredibly bad, but he was certain he'd need a few days of rest before he could find a caravan to take him to the next city.
"They wanted my package." He explained when Valin asked. Limping to the discarded box, he knelt carefully and scooped it up. With the same care he'd given his ball, he checked the small chest over carefully and tilted his head to listen and make certain there was no sound of breakage within. "I was hired to deliver this to a smith nearby. I hope they did not break it..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 7:13 am
"I see," she said, her gaze focusing on the package now that the strange ball was out of sight. It was going to be delivered to a nearby smith... Instantly her song of nostalgia tried to come forth and demand she finish it, though she was reluctant to begin the song with another present that she was neither attacking nor subduing. She let a small hum of the first verse slip out of her throat, then she forced it back to reside in her unfocused thoughts for the moment, turning those few thoughts she had focused back to Divintra.
"If it is a tool I do not think there is much they could do to it," she said before she caught herself, her attention still half within her clouded thoughts, "I wonder what thugs would want with a smith's package? Though it could be unrelated to his work." She finally realized she had been musing out loud and quickly closed her mouth again, bringing her gaze out of the fuzzy stare it had fallen into and looking out over the water.
Another strand of mist wavered through the air from the direction the thug had regained the shore, zipping across the water to curl about her neck as it relayed its information. It seemed the theif was unhappy with her surprise attack and was now readying to surprise her. "Why can't they just get an actual job?" she muttered to herself, "Or at least, if they must steal, couldn't they try to do it without so much violence?"
Her eyes slipped over to a large boulder overlooking both her and Divintra. If he was to attack it would probably be from there, the only place at the moment where he could get at the both of them at once. She shook her head; if he was as all of the other thugs she had encountered he would try to go after them both, being outnumbered now and angry he would try to get two birds with one crudely thrown stone. Even so, she thought it would probably be better if they tried to avoid him for now.
Her mists could do a lot, but if the ruffian were to directly physically attack her there was little they could do to stop him. Thye could hinder his movements with control over his clothing as they had done before, except he had been the theif to resist enough to throw something at her before he was brought to the ground, and he had removed some of that heavy clothing in the water to keep himself from drowning. Which meant she would have even less control over him.
She glanced back at Divintra, sighing as she thought how troublesome it would be for her to have to protect twice; afterall, she wasn't going to rescue someone only to leave them alone for two seconds while they were attacked again. She twitched her fingers, calling more mists from the water to mask the entire stretch of shore behind them. It wouldn't stop the thug, but it would slow him down.
Finally she looked back to Divintra, a few strands of her mists circling around in curiousity and to track him should he have tried to leave while she had been preoccupied. One of the strands returned to her hand, "Well, if we want to move we'd better do so now before he catches up to us." She stroked the mist and played with it in her fingers as she began to walk in the opposite direction of the theif's approach.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 10:15 am
"It could be a tool." Divintra agreed with Valin as he completed his inspection of the box and rose. "Or it could be some special material for him to work with. I don't question the contents of my delivery. I find it makes other drow more willing to hire me if they know confidence can be kept...or deniability later. I am not certain... Mother always said that the more doors you pry open the less you have to walk through. I think it was about secrecy and respecting others wishes for it."
Divintra tucked the box under his arm and took a step down the shore. Valin's wondering question over the 'why' of the attack brought a faint trace of a smile to his lips. "I don't think a thug often needs a reason, if you will pardon my frankness Miss Valin. If they see someone with a object they assume it can belong to them and they go about making it so. Greed can be rewarding to those who have no sort of moraility ot conscious. So it would be the lack of those two things that would motivate the dregs to use violence to gain what they desire. They really lack any sense of style or common sense." Of course...that described a great many drow in the underdark. Divintra curled his bottom lip in between his teeth and bit down on it gently. He ought to be careful how he talked. He would not want the lady to change her mind about having helped him. It wasn't as if he disagreed with theft. His mother had taught him much about it in her attempt to coax him into becoming a thief himself. Divintra knew there was a difference between a low-life and a actual thief. He liked to think that a good thief was one who picked and choose their targets with thought, a good thief was in and out on a job without being seen, and certainly without anyone beging killed.
He had noticed the strange movements of the mist that surrounded Valin, and while it was a curious note he assumed she was a mage. There fore asking her about the mist might be a foolish thing on his part. Divintra had managed to walk a few more steps away when Valin made the comment about leaving before he returned. The albino boy barely stifeled the exasperated sigh. It was not directed at her, but at the fact the thief would be returning. He tightened his grip on the package and forced himself to ignore n he was in as he stubbornly but slowly walked on. He rather wished he was alone, then he could use a prayer and find himself an escape route. Surely there was one now...but he was not going to offend the female by telling her to leave. Even telling her to go on and leave him behind would be someething of a slight. He just wished he had a way to contribute rather then limping along as he did.
"So..." Instead he choose to speak. "Do you do this sort of thing often Miss Valin?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 10:48 am
"I suppose that is true," she said, her eyes slipping to stare slightly at the other Drow as he quoted his mother. There weren't many who did such things to her knowlegde; she herself was the only Drow she knew who took her mother's lessons to heart. All of the other females she had seen were either plotting to remove their mothers from their positions as Matrons, or busy toying with other Drow or creatures and domineering their own pride instead of having much to do with their Matron. Valin found that such distreatment of family rubbed her the wrong way, which was one of the reasons she refused to return to her own House, refused to answer her grand Matron's summon. At least until she found her sword.
She let her gaze drop and a glare form to peirce at the stones beneath her feet at his explanation for the thugs, "I suppose that, too, is true..." The surprised face of Tarien and the expressions that had flowed over her mother's face when they were killed by the theif of her Sword flooded Valin's mind. "They lack any sort of restraint with regards to any but themselves," she spat, the fact that there were many Drow like that only heating her anger further. Her mists roiled at her eminating rage and she had to forcibly calm both them and herself before the mists around the thug caught on to her innermost thoughts about him and decided to move again Divintra's decision to let the thug survive by his own means.
"This sort of thing?" she asked, drawn out of her thoughts more easily by the distraction of a question, "No, I have never done this before... No one has ever disturbed me here before. And the one other time that I might have been able to..." She bit her tongue and shook her head, telling herself that the murder of her mother did not count, though at the same time telling herself that just because she had been a child was no excuse. The conflicting accusations always gave her the beginnings of a headache and she chose this time to ignore them. She did so by asking another question of her own, "Do you deliver packages in secluded areas like this often?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 11:31 am
A nod of agreement was Divintra's main answer to Valins sour words. It seemed she had experienced the worst of thieves. Or at least low lifes. He wondered if she had lived amoung them though? Was she from a higher class then those at the bottom? Divintra's purple eyes slipped to the side to steal small glances at her. She seemed to be someone who might not be from the gutter as he. Of course...Turning his sight back to himself, Divintra had to admitt he no longer looked like he was street trash anymore. His minor reputation in his home section coupled with the better coins he was earning had afforded him new dress and bathing privilidges at the public bath house. He certainly did not look like one of the slum dwellers anymore.
"There are circumstances though that shape them." Divintra had to slowly say as he walked along. "But again, their descions are the more important factor. If they have choosen a disreputable lifestyle and have allowed themselves to fall so low it is only their fault...but again..if they never were given the right choices you can never guess how they may have turned out. This is why I prefer not to make a descion that decides everything for another..." Divintra lifted his head and turned to glance over his shoulder as they moved along.
"Though I suppose regret over one's actions is another factor. Particularly if your descion returns to hurt you..."
Though Divintra strained his ears he could not hear the thugs movements. So he assumed Valin had some sort of spell that was aiding her in keeping track of the thug. He forced himself to step up his pace. Once they reached the smithy they could take shelter inside until he lost interest.
"Honestly I'm afraid I deliver packages where ever they need to go. Normally I am pretty good at avoiding bad situations. I suspect that you can't avoid them all though and it was only a matter of time before something happened. Being a delivery boy isn;'t the safest of jobs that you might think." Divintra carried on the conversation casually. "I once delivered a package outside of the city and into the Wilds. Not too far mind you, but for a guy like me alone out there... I can tell you my nerves were shot when I finally got back inside the city proper."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 12:04 pm
The small house her mother had purchased with the little funds she had taken from the House when they left had gotten Valin into a decent enough home, though it was quickly lost again after her mother's death. They had lived secluded on the edge of the city, where hopefully no one would recognize them as being from a House and where hopefully her Matron would forget to look for them. That ploy had somewhat failed. It didn't seem as if the Matron had hired the theif to reclaim the sword, otherwise she would have sent for Valin with word of the sword and not just requested her to accept her position as the next Matron in line. Only the sword could clarify that, though even after she reclaimed the sword she had no interest in becoming the Matron.
"You make more sensible arguements than most Drow would," she commented, thinking about choices. What choices had she been given? Could she have chosen a darker path if she had wanted to? Or was the path she walked now to find her sword already dark enough to condemn her as one of the very lowlives she despised? The thought somewhat unsettled her, and she had to remind herself that she had made her choices under her mother's teachings, and she beleived her mother to be an exact example of right, so she could only be trying to follow the right path. She wondered if the theives and cutthroats thought that the choices they had made were right, though she deemed it unlikely given their deeds.
She looked to the ground, letting out a small laugh, "Regret, eh? Now that's a song I haven't figured out yet..." Anger, yes. Sorrow, yes. Small joy, yes. Regret was proving more elusive to her than Nostalgia. She supposed if the theives did not regret their actions then they did indeed think they were right. Or they simply did not care, which was entirely possible in this world. Her mother had taught her that the only way others would beleive you were who you were and what you defined yourself as would be if you beleived that about yourself. She let her gaze darken for a moment before lifting her head up and staring straight ahead of herself. If she was to become anywhere near the kind of proud woman her mother had been, and was still in her mind, was for her to beleive that she could become so. It did not matter if she had the sword or not, that was only her connection to the Name she veiwed as the proud heritage of her mother. She could only accept the sword when she was that kind of woman.
Her ears picked up Divintra's voice again and she turned her thoughts to listen to him, since the things he had spoken of so far reminded her of her mother's teachings. She was tempted to ask who is mother was but she did not want to seem crude, "If it is so dangerous for a guy like you, why did you decide to become a delivery boy? Or was it one of those choices you were not allowed to make?" She didn't mean to throw his words back at him, but she was curious if it was something he had experienced and was therefore not so inclined to blame the theives. If it was indeed all of his mother's words then she would not be able to hold back her somewhat crude question. The theories were just so similiar to her own mother's that she was half afraid he would claim it was her mother who had taught him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 12:32 pm
Divintra recognized and appreciated the compliment that was paid to him. His lips curled upwards faintly as they walked along. He was slowly starting to believe that the thug had lost interest in them and for that he was also grateful. "I like to think my mother taught me valuable lessons, and I wouldn't be any sort of good son if I did not believe and practice them." He replied to her compliment. More sensible? Him? He rather hoped so!
He did find her choice of words a little odd though. Song? How should he respond to that exactly? Divintra shifted the box in his arms and paused to look at the buildings they were passing. he did not want to accidently miss the smith.
"It was definatly a choice I made myself. Mother really would have preffered for me to take up her trade, but I always felt that there was something...different... in store for me...." Divintra slowed his steps and glanced down at the package in his arms throughtfully. "Life is dangerouse no matter what job you take up. Even if I were to have a job as simple as a scribe it would be just as dangerouse Miss Valin. While such a job was not an option for me when I was young, I did realize I had them."
Divintra turned to fix his purple eyes on the lady beside him. "I choose to make a honorable living for myself. I choose to take a very difficult job and i applied myself to it. There were little rewards in delivering heavy items for the merchants from the caravans, but as i gained a reputation for working hard...and I proved I was honest. I never once peeked or stole.... I got more offers, with better pay too..." Divintra lifted his hand and placed his white fingers over his black jerkin.
"I've managed to make my place in life better. In time I might even be able to get out of the streets. I do not know. I'll have to make certain I survive long enough to become something even more. Mother used to tell me that if I really want something I must apply myself to the task and accept everything that comes with it. The hard work and the rewards. Sometimes I'll have to work harder for a smaller reward...but in the end it's really mine and no one can steal that from me. I'm a reputable Courtier to some now. I'll not give up my package, even to save myself. Because it's what I promised when I took the job. I like to think that my reputation is something that is worth more then any object I carry."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 1:02 pm
The thug had not lost interest; he merely had trouble catching up to them and so decided to change his tactic. He had stayed behind in the rocks to try and surprise them if they came back the same way. Valin's mists had made note of his last position, but after he stopped and she and Divintra had continued he fell out of her range of power.
Her eyes narrowed a little at his reply to her compliment, biding her tongue to wait for the rest of what he had to say before she tried to ask why his mother's beleifs and her mother's beleifs were very similiar. The more he spoke the more sensible beleif that she had grown used to hearing from her mother seemed to pool about her ears, so that her mists would pass it and whisper back what he had said so that she could compare it again. Her tune of nostalgia rang among the whispers and she had to bring her hand to the side of her face and shoo her mists away.
The mists began to fade back into the Glimmersea as they neared more buildings, the need for it not so extensive since the thug was no longer near. Why was she still following the pale Drow if he was no longer in danger? Oh yes, other than the curiousity about Mothers and their teachings.
"It would seem you do hold true to her teachings," Valin said, feeling a little envious that she had as of yet failed to follow true to her mother's path in her own eyes. She was not yet strong, or confident, and she had yet to take on the Name of Piranor by retreiving Kirimi, the sword. It had been so long since her death and Valin still did not seem any closer to finding it than she had when she had first left the bloody shop with Kirimi's sheath clutched in her hands. Divintra's voice held conviction and he did not seem to waver in it in the least, which was something Valin could attest to having done only once in a great while. She reached for the sheath only to stop her hand a few inches from it, refusing to look at the object that had held her pride for so long now empty and she herself doing little to contribute to filling it again.
Her hand fluttered over the empty sheath and she let her mouth open to ask the question she had been wanting to ask for a while now, "Who was your mother?" She looked a little further away from Divintra than straight ahead would be and felt her face heating with shame over having to ask such a strange question. "It's just; she seems so much like my mother and the theories she's taught you seem to mirror what my mother taught me," she explained, "It must be coincidence, but it seems very... Odd... To me that they were so alike and yet they knew nothing of each other..."
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Posted: Thu Nov 27, 2008 1:20 pm
"Not all of them." Divintra would honestly reply after a moment of thought. "But many of them. She gave me a lot of guidance when I was younger. I know I still have a lot of growing up to do though, I miss her wisdom and I know that I'm missing out on the rest of her lessons. But I think she taught me enough for me to make my own wisdom."
Divintra paused and looked at a small smithy a few yards away. "There. I think that is the place I'm heading to." He nodded his head slightly towards the building and altered his path to approach it.
The question about his mother did not surprise him too much. He had been speaking about her a lot after all. "Her name was Kiealiy. From Menzoberazzan." Divintra did not know exactly what sort of response he could grant Valin at that moment. If her mother and his were both followers of Vhaerune then that could explain the similarities. However... Valin's obvious dislike of thieves was a good indicator that this might not be so. Perhaps she was a follower of that other Goddess... But he hardly knew enough about her to guess properly.
"Mother often told me...anything that you think up yourself, someone elsewhere in the world has throught of it too. There are no original ideas, only original thinking. Perhaps our mothers had a mindset that was similar, but I am sure that some of the things they taught us differ on some level. Though I think my mothers lesson was concerning more along the lines of traps and how to get around them." His lips quirked upwards into a small smile. "She was always trying to get me to see things her way without actually forcing me."
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