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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 10:21 pm
He was gone. She saw him go, vanishing in a cloud of.....what had those been? Insects? She had been too far away to see. But whether they had been insects or something more sinister, it didn't matter. They had taken Kyil away, spirited him into nothingness. And now she was alone.
Haellara sat on the floor of her room now, away from the window, tears streaking down her face and carrying her makeup with it. Her throat felt raw from all the shouting she had done; crying, imploring, a few times even threatening. But to no avail. Kyil had not heard. Her eyes were red from crying, her bed sported a damp spot from where she had laid her head and let the tears come, pooling on the coverlet and cooling gradually, such a drastic difference to the fire that smoldered in her heart.
It had all been a lie. Kyil had never meant to come back after all. He had fled her house with her brother, never to return again. The drow that she somehow knew was hers to love forever and ever, who she would always love it seemed, had gone. The feeling of emptyness banged about in her chest, making it ache painfully, and her throat seemed obstructed whenever she remembered to swallow. Nuumia had seemed so sure that Kyil would return and she would have a chance to show him how much she really loved him. All the waiting, the effort to pull herself up out of her previous stupor to make herself presentable.....it all seemed for nothing now. Nothing.....it was all nothing.
Sniffling, Haellara looked up from her coverlet and looked about the garment-strewn room. Oh for a dagger to still her aching heart! But she had no strength of will left to look for one, and even if she did, the tiny elusive voice in her head that had never really gone away no matter how fuzzy her head had become, insisted that such a death would be seen as an abomination in the eyes of the Spider Queen, and even though she had shoved even her religion aside momentarily for the sake of pursuing Kyil, it still seemed to mean something to her somehow. She tried to grasp it, to focus on some other meaning now that the one she ahd focused the most on was gone, but like everything else in her head, it continued to remain stubbornly elusive.
"Nuumia..." The word came out as a painful gasp from her parched throat. The drow who had been so helpful to her. He would know what to do, what she should do. She had to find him. Raising unsteadily to her feet, she began to walk toward the door, a specter caught in the throes of a trap she didn't know how to break free of.
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 3:00 pm
"Post guards to the Exits of the city!" Nuumia was snapping before the flying pests had even filtered away. He angrily smacked the frail winged things away with his palms and crossed to stand out in the street. Nuu's head snapped to the left and then right, but to no avail. he did not see either Mikaril nor Kyil anymore. Stupid sneak thieves! They probably cast magical invisibility spells on themselves! Nuu spun on the ball of his foot and looked at the gathered bewildered males. The strange winged insects had many of them perplexed, but Nuu did not dwell on them right now.
"I want groups of four posted at each exit to the city. Two to either side. I want each post to be wearing See Invisible spells or items. Keep a eye out for two figures attempting to slip out. Ignore the single ones. The two will not part company even if it makes more sense....well? GO!" He snarled at the company and sent them scattered. Nuu strode forwards and grabbed one of the males by a elbow and caused him to halt. Turning the male he added additional orders. "Organize pairs to search the streets. I want every major street constnatly under patrol. Send one of the Brothers to check in the inn where they had stopped initially. I want every door to the House under constant guard."
So much to do. he could not believe that this had happened! Nuu shoved the male away and glanced over his shoulder. He would have to hire some bounty hunters now. Quickly, before the pair had a chance to get far from the city. How would they leave? If Haellara was more herself he would have been able to ask...Haellara...
Nuu's black eyes lifted to look at the now emoty balcony. She had seen Kyil run away... With a sharp sense of concern Nuu tore off at another mad dash of a run for the House. Despite his size, Nuu had no problem knocking servants and a few guards out of his path in his dash up the stairs. Of course, when faced with one of the hulking brutes that were haellaras brothers he was reduced to squeezeing past or under them to continue on. he reached the hallway and darted past the sentry to reach the door of haellaras room. Reaching within the front of his shirt, he inserted a key into the door and unlocked it so he could jerk it open. Nuu was uncertain what he might find within, but a small part of him feared that Hael may have tried to harm herself in her grief and pain. The last thing he wanted was his term as a patron to be ended before he had even had a chance to enjoy it...or even have it acknowledge by his wife. Instead he found Hael standing before the door looking like a empty shell. "Matron." He gasped as he stepped in and held his hands up towards her. "Matron it's okay. I'll get him back. I swear."
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Posted: Wed Oct 07, 2009 10:43 pm
As Nuumia entered the room and spoke such soothing words to her, it seemed to Haellara as though a painfully bright candle was standing before her in a sea of conjured darkness. Her head blaring with alarm bells, desperately trying to tell her something, she reached out a shaky hand toward the black-haired drow. "Nuumia?"....her voice spoke the word in a funny way, but she was surprised at the longing that came with it. She was in love with Kyil......so why had she said Nuumia's name much in the same way that she had been saying Kyil's merely hours ago?
Reaching out, she found Nuumia's hand and clasped it. The tangible feel seemed to clear her head just a tiny bit, and she found her tears being blinked away to reveal the male's concerned face and her bare arm, streaked with makeup where she had been crying into it. "You.....you will?" She felt hope welling up inside her like it had before, but for some odd reason it seemed.....less potent than it previously had been. Her love for Kyil still burned within her, but now she was becoming just clear-headed enough to realize that in spite of that, she had been also longing for Nuumia, even if he had only been supporting her and encouraging her to pick herself up and remain regal in the midst of her passion and confusion.
Feeling suddenly weak-kneed, Haellara found herself sinking to the floor, her legs positioned awkwardly out from under her. It was all so confusing! It felt as though she was feeling someone else's feelings, crying someone else's tears....even her voice didn't sound quite right, having never had the sound of a breaking heart behind it. "I......I'm so confused. Help me, Nuumia. Help me understand. I feel so strange, as though I shouldn't even be here like this.....I've never felt like this before. How did this even happen? I should be feeling.....something else...." She moaned and brought a hand up to her forehead, rubbing it with her fingers. "Why does it hurt so much when I try to focus?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 09, 2009 5:29 pm
Nuu grasped firmly at Haellara's hand. She looked lost. Hoplessly lost. Had seeing Kyil flee the house broken her? No! He could not accept that! haellara was too strong willed to be broken! It was all false. All the magics fault. All Kyils fault. He was going to kill him. "I will. I will." He promised Haellara with a viscious determination. His head bobbed up and down while he stepped forwards towards Hael. She looked...no..it did not matter what she looked like. This was like..a cold. It effected one but eventually they would shake it off and become healthy again. When Hael sank to the floor, he knelt before her. With her leg's splayed he was able to get in closer to her, and he reached his other hand out to wrap around her waist so he could draw her in against his slight form.
"Do not worry Matron. I am here to protect you." He spoke as strongly as he could, his black eyed narrowing in his smothered anger. "I am going to fix everything Matron. I will make you strong again. That is what I am here for. I will make everything clear and right again. Do not worry. Trust me Haellara." Nuu glanced at Haellara and took in her confused state. On impulse, perhaps bourn of his sever jealousy of Kyil's continued interferance with gaining the recognition and favor he so strongly desired from Haellara, Nuumia leaned in to press his lips in a gentle kiss to her cheek. He nearly went for her lips. Nearly. He wanted to badly, but he simply could not bring himself to take such a kiss. A kiss upon the lips was of giving and taking. Haellara was the taker, and he was meant to be the giver. If he kissed Haellara's lips now, he would be taking from her. He would be taking advantage of her weakness now and asserting himself in a position of power over her. He would not do that. Haellara was his Matron. He lived to serve her, and as badly as he wanted a kiss from her, he knew he could not use her weakness to his advantage in this way. He may as well force her to her back and manipulate her into serveing him with empty promises of getting her lover back. He might as well continue to dose her with more love potion so he could remain in control of her house and reduce her to his plaything. No..NO! He would not do that to her! He would never! And so..he merely kissed her cheek. Painfully longing for her eyes to look upon him with approval and to feel her arms around him. Claiming him finally as her's.
"You are strong. You are powerful. Do not despair Matron. You will break through this and you will reclaim your proper place." He spoke with a longing in his voice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2009 9:53 pm
"Haellara....." Her eyes blinked unsteadily up at Nuumia, obviously trying to focus on him through the haze of confusion, though it did seem to feel as though the haze was less determined than before to block her thoughts. "You......have you called me that before? I seem to think you used to call me matron, or mistress, or....." A twinge so strong it almost hurt brought her a sudden thought. "Patron! You......you're my patron, aren't you?" It shouldn't have mattered so much to her; matrons were always taking other males to have a little fun with; patrons were more for just creating young ones to populate the House, and after a time many grew less pleasurable. But she couldn't even recall taking that first step with this one. Granted, she couldn't remember much at the moment, but still.....why then did she choose this one, if she loved Kyil so much?
As Nuumia kissed her, she felt another thought jerk her. This little one would kiss her on the cheek instead of on the mouth, like any other male who found himself in such an advanteous position. The fact that he didn't sent something ringing inside of her head. He's just a child, a voice persisted, and she seemed to have fleeting images passing before her, of a small boy dancing on top of a wagon, of a large male's unsightly buttocks, of a lunch in a dark, secluded corner, and a goblet full of spiked wine. She had done all of this, it seemed, for the little one standing before her. Nothing like that had she ever done for Kyil. He had cooked for her, helped her bathe, and even for at least one night, warmed her bed and kept her company. And in return, what had she done? Buy him clothes that one time, but only because she wanted him pretty. With Nuumia she had just......wanted him.
The haze seemed to be losing it's grip on her at last, giving her head a little more room to think things out. Why had she been so insistent in recapturing Kyil? Had she simply gone mad? No, she was stronger than that, as Nuumia would tell her with his eyes full of desparation and longing. Such longing! She hadn't even taken him yet, and here she was, here she had been, fawning over a male that she couldn't even remember having any past longing for, not when she looked farther back. What could have happened to her? Perhaps.....he had already been such a help..... "Nuumia," she said as steadily as she could muster, "What has been happening to me? Why......why am I like this? Am I going mad?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 12:21 am
Nuu sat back after the kiss. He felt, for a brief period of time, a desperation. He was no magic user. He was not knowledgeable in how potions and spells worked. He had some skills he had been trained with for the sake of assassination. But these were not the same as these enchantment spells. Haellara seemed to recall something, something that was rather important to the small dark male. His eyes snapped up to meet her own as she would remember that he was her patron. Nuumia's head bobbed up and down rapidly at her and he leaned in a bit. "Y-yes Matron. I am your Patron. We were just married not too long ago." He informed her while watching her eyes. He was hopeing for some spark. Some sign that his words were true from before. That Haellara was strong enough, that she was going to push through this terrible curse.
When Haellara asked him her questions, Nuu hesitated. He did not wish to somehow hurt Haellara by telling her the truth. He was uncertain if telling her what happened would have the same effects as perhaps waking a sleep walker. Still..this was something different right? "Matron... I do not know what happened exactly. What I do know is that some love spell has been worked on you, by Kyil I would suspect. You are not going mad...you are just...ensnared in a spell. But I am looking for a reversal spell, and I am certain you will overcome it's effect. I just...I am doing what I can Matron. I will find a way to reverse the effects and free you from his spell."
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Posted: Tue Oct 13, 2009 9:56 pm
As Nuumia confirmed the validity of her spoken thoughts, Haellara began chanting them like a litany, as though afraid to forget them again. "You're my patron....we were just married.....I'm under a spell...." She shivered at the last. "I don't remember ever being under a spell before. I.....I don't like it. Not one bit. It makes me think strange things, as though I'm not in control of myself. It.....it frightens me terribly. I have always been in control it seems....to think and do things that I don't want...." The feeling itself seemed familiar in spite of it's eerieness; had she recently lost control of something, a happening that she had not wanted but was powerless to keep from happening? She thought so, and she also began to think that Kyil was in some way connected. It seemed that male was intertwined in her very life like a root worming its way stubbornly through stone.
She found herself wanting to know more, thinking that if she could just be told more, she might be able to grasp these elusive memories darting around her head like tiny bats. "Nuumia, please....I must know more. I feel things, just beyond my reach, and I feel as though if I only knew them then I would be able to remember everything that happened between now and when I first succumbed to this spell." Like a small child about to listen to a story, Haellara pulled her knees up close to her chest and looked expectantly at Nuumia, looking more than a little disturbing with her wide, blood-red eyes, still slightly cloudy from the effect of the spell, her face still streaked with makeup where her tears had flowed so freely, even her dress, now full of creases and wrinkles, draping around the frame like a waif's fragile shroud.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 2:57 pm
She asked it of him, and Nuumia would not deny her. She wanted to know what had happened? Been happening? She did not remember him until now, so was it that the spell obscured all of her memories? Well then...he would fill her in as much as he could. Oh Goddess! Silently he prayed that his Matron would break free of the spell.
"You are Matron Torlyl. You have a brother named Mikaril, the youngest in your House. He is a favored toy of yours. He had slipped free of you some time ago and you posted me to watch for his return to the city so you could reclaim him. When he returned Kyil accompanied him. You captured them both and had Mikaril taken to a room you called your 'Playroom'. It is a torture chamber, and you secured him there for your amusement. At first you were uncertain about Kyil and you had me harm him. Rough him up a bit really, until you learned of his connections to Mikaril. You t-took him to your room for your pleasure." Nuumia shamefully stumbled over the word as his tongue attempted to twist inh is mouth. He did not want to tell her that, for all he knew she'd enjoy pleasureable memories of that time. Memories of things she had done with Kyil already and had not done with him yet. Nuu felt his throat grow tense and it was a strain on his part to swallow, much less breath normally. He felt such longing! Such deep desire. He wanted to reach out and touch that beautiful face. He kept waiting for that moment. That unspoken promise and it felt as though he'd die of desperat longing before that moment would ever come. He was a patron unclaimed! It was his right! It was his place! He was willing to forgo the physical act itself, all he desired was to have her touch him! Smile at him! let him see the approval in her eyes and the curve of her lips. Or even pride! He was her's, so utterly and completely! If she would only feel satisfaction in having such a loyal male at her command, then he surely could be satisfied!
"We were married recently, you deemed me fit for the position of your Patron finally. You had your brother brought to the ceremony for the purpose of witnessing your ceremony. He assulted you however and you retaliated by striking him with a fire spell. I am not certain exactly what happened after this however. For some reason he found your attack amuseing despite having struck him full on and causeing him harm. Something went wrong with kyil at this point as well. Until that moment he had been obediant and meek. He had never attempted to defy you, nor did he resist my torments. However he interposed himself between you and Mikaril and called him Master. Your brothers bore down on him and you had Kyil taken to your room and Mikaril was taken back to your Playroom. You instructed me to prepare the temple for a sacrifice, as you decided it was time to offer Mikaril to Lloth. However, you went to your room to... to deal with Kyil first. I do not know what your plans were for the disobediant male, but when I came to inform you that the temple was prepared I found you..well.. in the state you were in and Kyil had vanished. I have spent all these weeks trying to hunt him down for you. Somehow he has managed to elude me and just today..." Nuu cast a black look at the window that Haellara had been gazeing out of when the two thieves had made their dash to freedom.
"I do not understand how they did it. I do not know how those insects appeared. I had them. I had them Matron. I was going to have them knocked out and contained. I could have gotten Kyil to remove the love spell from you. I could have had Mikaril locked back up for you. I am sure tortureing him would have helped you regain yourself. I have failed now though and I do not know if I can hunt them down successfully in the city. They will be on their guard and cautious. The city has thousands of hiding spots unlike the House. I have posted guards at all the gates but the fools have been so useless thus far I have no faith that they will succeed in the recapture of even one of them. All we would need is one and the other would come wandering back like a blind rothe calf seeking it's mother!"
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2009 11:44 pm
As Nuumia began, the first thing that came to mind was 'Of course I am Matron Torlyl!' How she wanted to say it, but something deterred her. Had she really been so out of it that this helpful little male felt she needed reminding of who she was? If this was so, she must strive to remember as much as she could; such a loss of self must not continue.
As he went on, she struggled to remember. Mikaril.....Mika.....yes, she saw him clearly. The small one with the short hair and his soft little body, so willing to take acids and cuts..... The word Kyil caused a surge of emotion to swell up within her. Kyil, the one she had loved.....somehow. She blinked as Nuumia would say that she had ordered him to rough Kyil up; was it really true? So this was why he had been so reluctant....but what had happened to turn her indifference into such burning love? If she had indeed taken the pink-eyed male to her room and taken him..... She noticed the young male hesitate, and she wondered at his sudden difficulty to continue. She could almost see the mirror of her frustration in his dark eyes; longing to have something that was out of your reach, and a hint of resentment that comes from thinking that you ought to have it, that you should have it. She understood; if what he said was true, and he was her patron, how cheated he must have felt to have her go after another male so suddenly, and so quickly after they had been declared married.
Her eyes went wider at the rest of the narrative. More images were coming into focus; Nuumia in front of her in such fine clothes, the droning of the priestesses in the background, and then....there was hurling, and a fireball, and a sudden feeling of loss, of anger surging forth like bile. What had happened to make her so angry? Kyil was the key somehow.....it had been because of him. Hadn't Nuumia said she had bought him? Then why would he call her brother master? Unless..... She found her hand straying toward the inside of her robe, forgetting that she was not wearing the same robe that she had been that day. Papers, from the Black Bottom. Her fireball had destroyed them. Kyil's papers, the only thing that bound him to her. She remembered! Her eyes narrowed in anger; that insolent slug! She should have killed him then and there, bathed the floor of the chapel with his blood!
But something else had happened instead. Something...... Calming herself, she listened as Nuumia related how he had found her in her room, bawling for Kyil. What had happened between her and Kyil? All she could think of was some type of enchantment. Wasn't Kyil a secret master of spells? No, not a spell caster, a spell THIEF. And he used something else...... She suddenly remembered a moment drawn from the recesses of her mind: "Thank you Mika; I wouldn't have found out without you." Picturing the anguish on her brother's sweat-streaked face helped her to focus. She seemed to remember a touch, on her neck. She reached up and gingerly felt the side of her neck, remembering drow fingers firmly pinching, sending tingling messages through her body, followed by numbness....and her vision had been filled with pink eyes. Kyil......HE had done that to her. Numbed her body, and then.......some sort of love spell; it had to be. He had disabled her, the one she had been fawning over, placed her in his power out of spite for what she had been doing. It all seemed so clear now!
As she looked at Nuumia venting his frustration to her about letting them get away, she felt reminded anew of how she had gone through such trouble to get him, her little gift from Lolth. But he had been a young and happy child then, asking her about chocolate and offering his opinion on powders. Now as he sat before her, apologizing and vowing that he would make amends, he seemed older now, less of a novelty and more......more like a patron. His features were more mature and knowing, his eyes more serious and determined. And that longing, that desire for her, to act his part with all of the passion he knew she deserved......oh, her little Nuumia! No, not little any more. Her hand, which had strayed back into her lap after absently feeling her neck, now reached out to the frustrated male, reaching for his black locks. "Nuumia....."
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 10:23 pm
He watched the display of emotions and expressions cross haellaras face. A few times he nearly thought he saw understanding break through. Oh! If only those eyes would clear from the love haze! Nuumia fought to keep his face from showing too much of his internal weakness. But it was so very hard! Particularly when she spoke his name again and reached out towards him. Nuumia's black eyes fixed on Haellara when she reached out to touch the long black hair that framed his face. He had been so busy lately, but he never once negelected his appearance. It would make the slaves and servants question things if the new Patron looked harried or distressed. "Matron?" He replied softly. "Do you remember anything now? Is your mind clearing? Do you need to know more?"
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2009 10:45 pm
Her eyes may have still been clouded from the effects of the potion, but Haellara felt her mind growing clearer every second. Fading fast was that feeling she had been so overwhelmed with, the one of deep, searing love, and the painful, gut-wrenching loss of losing it. The tears and cries were receding to the darkest corners of her mind, where in time they would fade from existance after never being revisited. She would make sure that such a thing as this NEVER happened to her again. She could see his inner turmoil as she reached for his face, still uncertain that she was still within the throes of this spell. And what a powerful spell it must have been, she mused, to make him think such a thing of me after all I did for him in the marketplace, how strong I had been then when he had needed a strong female. Now apparently, though it caused an uncomfortable feeling of wrongness in her stomach, she had needed a strong male, and one had come forward.
To answer Nuumia's question, and hopefully to dispel any doubt that he had not been helpful in regaining her memory and sense of self, she reached out again, this time with both hands, cupped Nuumia's face in them, leaned forward, and kissed him long and tenderly on the mouth. She may not have regained her memory totally, but she knew enough now to realize that she had made one f the best choices of her life in insisting that she take Nuumia from the caravan. Were it not for him, she might have been left in her room, incoherent and barely able to fend for herself, growing weaker until someone found her, and she did not doubt that easily half of her household, not to mention every one of her brothers, would have taken full advatange of her state and doubtless she would not have been alive right now.
Breaking away from the kiss, she looked with her wide eyes at Nuumia, still holding his head. "I know as much as I need to know right now. I know that I made the absolute right choice in taking you as my patron, I could not have chosen a better or mentally stronger male to run things in my place, I could not have chosen another who would protect my honor and keep me safe when you could have just as easily taken full advantage of me, and right now, I feel as though you deserve to be shown what rewards await a male so devoted to his mistress. What is your desire?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 24, 2009 11:15 pm
She kissed him. She kissed him. Nuumia's worry and frustration seemed to simply vanish with that touch. Finally...finally... His black eyes closed and Nuumia leaned into that kiss as his entier body seemed to go lax. It was quiet wonderful as well. Her lips were so soft, but so strong at the same time. His first kiss! When Haellara pulled her lips away, his black eyes opened halfway with a faint haze clouding the black depths. Haellara's words served to clear them though. Nuumia's lips pulled upwards into a small smile. To hear her speak so! "I want to serve you. I want to please you." He spoke without really thinking. His knees shifted to move him closer to Haellara. She had asked him what he desired, and Nuumia could not help but speak most earnestly. "I wish for you to be free of this spell..to be as you were before. I want nothing more then to have you take back the House and rule as you are meant to." He felt his voice tighten with the strain of emotion, though he was capable of holding back a shameful display of weakness like tearing up. "I wish to do my job as your Patron. I want to finally be taken by you and to fulfill all of my purposes here."
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Posted: Sun Oct 25, 2009 1:35 am
Haellara could feel the passion and relief reverberating though Nuumia; she felt him trembling as she held his head, feeling as though she had to literally hold him up as he went lax with her kiss. As he seemed to regain himself, she puled her hands back and listened intently to Nuumia's answer. It pleased her immensely; it was both flattering and predictable. His thoughts still remained with her, even though for the longest time she had been nothing but a pitiful, needy female, and now that she was fast becoming herself again, he wanted her to take him, as matron of the house.
Seeing that he was becoming more emotional by the second and knowing that such an outburst would be undignified, Haellara stood herself up, regal and tall, and gestured for Nuumia to rise with her. "I remember how we both believed so earnestly that you were sent to me by Lolth to help me rise to my full potential, and your time to help me has been long overdue, thanks to Kyil and my stupid brother. Soon you will have every chance you wish to hunt them down and do whatever you like with them, but I understand that you have a far greater need in mind at this moment. And as you can imagine, it is hard to emerge from a love spell and not feel any urges myself, especially having been denied them for so long." With a smile, she gestured to the bed. "If you wish, we can begin now; I will only need a bit to slip into something more suitable. Or is there anything you wish to take care of first? I honestly think the house will benefit from the heightened sense of alert for a bit; keeps them on their toes."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:14 pm
Nuumia's eyes rose with Haellara. Those deep dark depthless orbs fixed on her, like a pair of black pits in which countless secrets were hidden. He stood up himself a moment later after she gestured to him. Hearing her say that she did remember then. She remembered him! That was a great deal of encouragement for the young patron. Even if she forgot all about Mikaril and Kyil and half the other things in her life. So long as she remembered him he could be satisfied! He could still help her along to reclaiming her House. Haellara felt as if his purpose had been delayed by this whole mess. "Forgive me Matron...I have to say I feel otherwise. If I were not here to protect you, what Kyil has done would have had such worse repurcussions. I feel that I have served a great purpose in protecting your reputation..and yourself...from what serious harm would have befallen you had I not been given to you." He followed Haellara across the room and glanced down to the bed. Now his eagerness changed from the simple worshipful sense to something more.
"I...There is nothing that needs attending to Matron. I set guards to all the exits of the city to watch for the two run aways. I sent others to patrol the main streets to ensure they do not have a chance to gather supplies. The House has been on high alert since the wedding in fact." Nuumia turned to glance at the door as he slowly sat down on the bed and began to wrestle his top off. This particular situation made him rather regret chooseing a top that covered the tight hard leather chestpiece underneath and had so many buckles. "I have had constant patrols in every hall. I have had all windows locked and checked hourly, all exits of the House have been under constant guard and I have had everyone carrying a whistle to blow should they have spied either of the pair."
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:15 pm
Smiling at the hunger on Nuumia's face, now more obvious than ever as they drew nearer to the bed, Haellara held up a hand and gestured for Nuumia to wait as she crossed over to her wardrobe, opening it and peering inside. Her memory concerning her clothes was returning as well, and as her gaze fell upon outfit after outfit, she found herself remembering which clothes she had worn on various occasions, including the selection of skimpy satins and silks that she enjoyed wearing when she took males to her bed. Selecting a wrap of shimmery blue with delicate silver threads in the shape of spiderwebs, she shed her now-uncomfortable garments and wrapped the delicate thing sensuously around her before sauntering back out into the open.
Smiling at the picture of Nuumia removing his own clothes, she sought to voice her own opinion on the matter of the two missing drow. "I am confident that no matter what will become of those two, you will soon find out. I do seem to recall them moving rather gingerly when I saw them out the window before, as though they were both still nursing injuries. I know that brother of mine will be smarting for months; I just wish I had had more time with him. At any rate, there's a good chance that one of them will have their strength give out, and your group can scoop them up like a pair of Glimmersea fish. And if they do manage to make it past the gates, I have other ways of tracking them. How do you think I knew well enough in advance to order you to watch the gate for his coming?" Seeing that Nuumia was still in the process of undoing the buckles of his top, she crossed over to him and began to carefully undo some of the buckles herself, letting her nimble fingers brush teasingly against any bare skin she came across. That was one of her favorite things, running her fingers along naked flesh and feeling it respond, as though with but a word she could command it to do as she wished; reform itself, rise up and bond with her, or even turn upon itself and shrivel into nothing.
Once the cumbersome thing was out of the way, and Nuumia's top half was bare before her, she put her hands out and gently pushed him further onto the bed while she leaned forward until they were both laying side by side on the bed. Haellara smiled as she reached around to pull the covers in place. She knew what to expect that night; she would not be so crude and rough as the female in the pleasure house that Nuumia had practiced with, but she knew whe would at some point demand that he have a measure of staying power and stamina, for like any female, her play could easily turn rough. But she had a feeling that after going for so long without a proper initiation into the role of patron, Nuumia was likely to be just as rough and passionate. She remembered how battered she had seen Kyil on occasions, and knowing the nature of the lessons the older drow had been giving, they surelt hadn't engaged in any gentle practice. Reveling in the realization that she could think of Kyil now and feel only the most miniscule amount of longing, Haellara put the thought aside and focused on Nuumia; he was her patron now, not Kyil, and he had a duty to perform.
*Draws the PG-13 curtain on the RP* ^.^
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