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 Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:40 pm
  This is a RP between Lestari [Tasinei] and Sara [Biki] Please do not post. Setting:Sara comes to a Noble Estate, to meet a Conduit in training?
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 2:54 pm
Sara still had to keep up her duties at the temple, no matter how much her personal life was stressing her out, first and foremost she was a Conduit and that was just how things were.
It did not matter how many nights she lay awake, wondering if her lover was going to die. It did not matter how much she feared to leave him in-case Huang attacked. It did not matter how much she missed Yue who was so thin on the ground since her wedding, it did not matter how much she missed Mei and the way her eyes lit up whenever she was in the room. It did not even matter that her midn was battling itself constantly wondering if the path she was following made her a bad person.
She was a Conduit, she did not have the time to be sad and confused. The dead rested for nobody, especially those who they relied on to rest peacefully.
'Spirits, give me strength. By my God's and everyone else's'. By the mighty mountains, by the calm waters. Master Shinto, Master Noki, Hua-Sempai. Even you, you crazy murderous b***h, All of you. Give me strength."
Today she was not to attend her normal duties, she was instead being sent on a home visit. Apparently their was a chance that a new Conduit was joining their ranks and as a assistant teacher, Sara was expected to go and seek out potential. If this girl was of any use to them, she was yet to know.
However she was thankful to get out a little, the fresh air never went unappreciated.
She found the house rather easily, today she wore her Conduit clothing, seeing there no need to get dressed up for such a trivial meeting. Besides, she found her skirt and strapless top a lot more comfortable than all of those formal dress's and robes. She still did not feel comfortable around such elegant women, with their silks, judgmental eyes and their silver tongues. Sara was a Mongol, not some prize puddle, her people were strong and as resilient as the world around them. They had no need to be pretty, beauty and status did not really matter. Not to a person who's only true loyalty was to the dead.
He had helped her get over all of that, even with her scars and her imperfections he found her beautiful. She would always be thankful to him for that. It did not matter what others thought of her, she was done trying to impress everyone she met.
The green coloured Lunarian stepped into the doorway, long strands of teal hair blowing behind her in the gentle breeze which caressed the land. She took a moment to try and calm her thoughts and put on a large smile before tapping on the frame gently with the back of her hand. "Hello, is anybody home? I am from the temple, here to see the Mistress of the house about her daughter. Hello." She called with a energetic tone to her voice before bringing her hand down to rest it on her hip, blinking and tilting her in curiosity.
She really hoped this was not another rich noble woman thinking her daughter was somehow special. She had enough to do without having to deal with a mothers arrogance. Everyone wanted to think their children were extraordinary.
I guess that was just the way the world worked...
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:29 pm
“Mother please, she is only here for a while, why do I need to get dressed?” Sinta glared at her daughters reflection in the mirror as she tightened the obi around Lestari's already slim waist. “Because, a priestess must always look proper in a dress.” Lestari took in a large gulp of air, her lungs feeling like they were going to merge soon. “She's a lowly priest, nothing I should be dressing for.” Sinta's hand landed heavily on her shoulder and squeezed, her mothers favoured warning which had left her bruised many times. “You will be polite and listen to her Lestari, or I will tell your father not to let you work with him this week.” The Lunarian bit her tongue before anything else left her lips, surly another insult would be thrown at her mother, and than she'd be banned from working.
Sinta paused as the soft knock was heard and then what could only be the priests voice at the entrance of their home. One last look was given, telling Lestari to behave once more before Sinta left in a flurry of colorful fabrics.
Lestari had been told to stay upstairs until she was called down, but if she wasn't caught she'd be able to sneak a glance quickly. Trying to walk, Lestari shuffled over to the stairs and leaned down. Her mother had her back to her, the girl simply had to look up for her to see Lestari.
The noble woman had straightened her back, lifted her chin in an arrogance that showed her status and made her way downstairs. The girl before her was not what she had ever expected of a priest, and Sinta wasn't sure if this was the type of person she wanted her daughter to learn from. Her eyes scanned the girl with the eyes of a hawk, starting with her face which lingered on her covered eye, then down to the scar right above the girls chest, and down lower to the tattoo. “Are you Sarangerel?”
On the contrary to her mothers thought process, Lestari was smiling from ear to ear. Scars, tattoos... She wondered where a priest would even get those, wondered about the stories about them, and wanted in on the action. It didn't take a priest for Lestari to know she was not made for priesthood, no, she had a fighters soul. Her father had told her so, and reminded her that she should follow what her heart sought out.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 4:01 pm
That was not what she wanted to hear, Sara pouted slightly in a instant dislike to the mother. The way she looked at her, the tone of her voice. It was such a common response it was boring. It was hard not to admit the young Conduit saw a little disappointment in the woman's eyes, no doubt she was not what she was expecting. She did not mind, however she could have tried to at least try to hide it out of being polite. "That is right but most people call me Sara, I am guessing you must be the one who invited me here." She nodded, letting herself into the house and looking around. She hated formalities so she saw it best to just skip the hole formal bullshit, no words were going to make her look better in the woman's eyes anyway.
The house was everything that she expected, very fancy, well decorated, a home fit for a queen and her little princess. "Your home is lovely, it puts my little hut to shame." She stated with a small chuckle, Sara lived on her own in a small tent like structure in the forest with her wolf. She had a bed, a fireplace and some box's in which she kept her clothes. Books and potions littered her home as well as random hangings and fur blankets. Most houses made her lifestyle look like that of a peasant but this really took the biscuit. Clearly this was a woman groomed for wealth and one that liked to live in luxury.
It made Sara wondered how much of it they had actually earned, or is wealth came as easy to her as it did many Noble women.
Sara did not own much, but everything she did was hers by effort and right.
It did not take the conduit long to look up and notice the girl spying on them. She smiled and tilted her head to the side curiously. "I am guessing this is your daughter." She stated, looking back over her shoulder before pointing up to the girl above them. Sara could tell already that this was a wasted trip, she would take some sick satisfaction in telling the woman her daughter was not cut out for the job. However she would let her hope a little longer, she did not want to head back so quickly, not after she had walked all the way out here.
Sara rested a hand on her hip before curling her pointed finger towards herself. "Hey you, come here, lets take a better look at you." Sara instructed, the girl had really pretty purple eyes and long blue hair. It seemed that she totally had a different aura to her mother. It made the Mongol curious. "That must be pretty restricting, you look like you are going to pass out from lack of breath." She chuckled again trying to make conversation.
Sara herself hated obi's, for that matter she hated wearing anything around her stomach and waist. No doubt her mother had dressed her up all pretty, however it did not take fancy clothes and a pretty face to be a healer.
Sara might be in her twenties and a teacher at the temple, yet she was not the big scary monster that most students expected her to be. She often took her trainee's to the bar after lessons and was not very strict when it came to rules, as long as they learned and were polite to her then she did not care about the rest. It was not like she lived a ideal life.
If they took after her half would be in bed with Nobles and the others would have been admitted already.
In short, Sara was not the kind of teacher any mother wants for her children. Role-model she was not, but as a healer she was quite talented.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 4:35 pm
Lestari's mouth dropped when the girl simply skipped the small talk and moved into the house before her mother had even introduced herself. Les could only imagine the look on her mothers face, deathly calm, but with a seething rage slowly coming to a boil under the mask.
Sinta turned sharply towards the girl. “I am Sinta, keeper of this household. You are correct, I did invite you here. I would like my daughter to start off the path of a priestess on a good foot, tutoring would do her some good.” Her voice was clicked as she tried to reign in her previous anger. No child would disrespect her in her household, but neither could she throw a priest out of her house on a whim, other nobles would laugh. A sly smile formed on the woman’s lips at the mention of the hut. “What a shame you weren't born into a greater household.” Her words dripped in fake disappointment. “Do all priests live in a hut? My daughter would fit right in.” Now she was pleased, Lestari had never been the daughter she'd expected, good thing Citra had married into the family.
Citra, who's stomach was growing with the life of her first grand daughter. With Lestari living as a priest, Sinta would finally have the household and respect from others she'd always wanted.
Lestari froze when the girl called her out, Sinta turned so fast her robes went flying. Sighing, Les got up from her hiding spot and decided to take her sweet time going down. After all, her mother was probably glaring daggers at her right now. Once she was beside her mother, Lestari didn't hold back. “You'd make a great friend, thanks for pointing me out.” It reminded her of something her little brother would do, the Lunarian crossed her arms and turned her face to look away, mostly from her mother, not Sara.
Though she couldn’t hide the pained look she gave Sara when she mentioned her obi.
“I told you to stay upstairs until I called you down. You will not be seeing your father at work for the rest of the week, and be more polite.”
Lestari bit her bottom lip, she'd almost let something slip; she probably would have been smacked.
“Sarangerel, let's move towards the sitting area, I have questions I'd like to ask you.” Without a single word, Sinta was moving down the hall, turning and then going down another hall towards their largest sitting area usually reserved for the noble families. Lestari guessed her mother was going to show off the house to Sara to try and spite her.
Sighing, Lestari glanced at the girl to stare at her. It wasn't judging or anything, only slightly accusing. “Thanks for pointing me out.” Was all she said before going down the hall herself, slower than her mother so Sara could keep up and not get lost. Once inside, she took a seat beside her mother, and tested how good her breathing was. She was even more uncomfortable than before.
Once Sara was inside, Sinta motioned for her to sit in front of them. “Tell me, how did you come to have that scar? And do all priests get tattoos?” Sinta didn't want her daughter getting any tattoo's much less have any scars on her body, she wondered what type of work would make a priest be given scars.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:19 pm
"Not by any means, my people are Nomadic, I do not own much but I find that it helps me meditate, material possessions are most distracting." Sara explained as she followed the woman, taking a note that the girl had very sarcastically thanked her twice. If she did not want to be caught then she should have stayed upstairs, it was not her fault that she did not do a good enough job of hiding. Sara kept a smile never the less, despite how alienated she felt. It was like they were from a whole different world, to think she was risking her a** so people like this could live so comfortably.
The woman seemed to want to make Sara know that she was benefit her, Sara grew up on a farm and would admit she was as poor as dirt. However to her money was not everything, she might not have status or power however she was happy and that is all that mattered to her. Her friends did not care that she was a nobody and neither did she, at least she was not pretending.
She blinked when she entered the so called sitting area, looking around before leaning against a wall at the back, before she could even take in the new environment she was being asked questions. She looked down to the scar just above her heart, a loving look coming to her eyes as she raised her hand to rest over it.
"This... oh this one. That was from a while ago. My lovers mother did not really approve of me, so she sent a assassin my way. He got through the door in a flash and then, before I knew it I had a dagger in me. Luckily for me I was not alone, he... disposed of the problem in a permanent sense. It is hard to kill when your head is off your body, my darling wolf ate his corpse and that was the end of that." She chuckled, they might not understand how much that night meant to her. He had killed another Noble for her sake and he had cared for her wound so lovingly, he did not leave her side that whole night and even though it was painful, she would not have changed it for the world.
It was when she realized that he did care for her more than he would ever admit. 'Please get better soon.'
It seemed the woman was not a fan of her markings, Sara lifted her hand and stroked her bangs before pulling them behind her fin, revealing three large cuts down one of her eyes. They were only cracked white lines now, however were very noticeable against her dark complexion."These ones on the other hand." She said in a somewhat more serious tone. "That is a story I do not really tell to people I just met. Every girl has her secrets." She stated before letting her hair drop again.
She shrugged and looked down at her stomach. "As for my tattoo's, they mark my devotion to my God, I practice Shamanism as I am a Mongol. I got bored of body paint, so in the end I thought I might as well get them tattooed. It is not required by any means." She stated, she had gotten hers done by a dear friend, they carried with them very precious memories. Jianyu was always so level headed and kind, with any luck some of his wisdom had been implanted in her with the ink.
"Bieng a Priest is not as glamorous as it is advertised. There is a lot of blood, a lot of battle and a lot of death. One day you are taking off limbs, the next you are on missions with the solders and the next you could find yourself on deaths door or possessed. It is not a job for the fragile to say the least." She explained, taking a seat with the Noble women. She turned to the girl and tilted her head, resting it on the palm of her hand. "You have not told me your name yet? Tell me, are you willing to die to save a stranger? Are you willing to bleed to put to rest those who are already dead? What made you want to choose such a path?" Sara doubted this girl chose anything, her mother seemed very much in control.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 5:59 pm
Lestari listened to Sara quietly, suddenly aware that she was jealous of the world Sara lived in. So free, free to do as she wished, talk as she wished, dress as she wished. Yes, Les would have killed anyone for that freedom. Sinta would never allow her such freedoms, would never allow such tattoos. She could only guess what her mother was thinking of Sara, probably disapproving of her. The Lunarian was suddenly curious about the girl, those scars she had on her eyes, what kind of tragedy could cause them? What type of adventure? Not to mention Sara had a lover! While Lestari wasn't too sure what that was, she wanted to ask her. Sinta had never been loving with her husband, hadn't allowed Les alone with any boys.
Sinta wasn't as thrilled as Les about the priestess and her stories, and she practically cringed as goose bumps ran up her spine when she saw the other scars. Would people blame her if Lestari came home with such scars? Would they blame her for sending her away? Those thoughts made the older woman furrow her brows, what would the other nobles think... Sinta had always been more worried about what others thought of her and not her own childrens safety.
“A lover? I thought priests weren't allowed such a thing, and you have a wolf follow around with you?” Sinta couldn't believe what she was hearing from this girl, how old was she? She glanced over at Lestari, barely a few years older then her daughter. The only thing Sinta could see that Sara had was her complete devotion to her God, this was the only redeeming quality the girl had, and while she did not approve of the girl, Sinta was sure she would shape Lestari into what she wanted. Maybe Sara would win where Sinta had failed.
Sara's next words only made the mother think harder, even her expression had gone thoughtful the more Sara spoke. Lestari was not fragile, that much she got from her mother so there was no problems there. She didn't think the girl had any problem with blood either, this was also good. When Sara finally spoke to Lestari, Sinta turned towards her daughter.
The more Lestari listened to Sara, the blood, the death the fighting, the more she thought maybe priesthood was for her. Than however, when all eyes were on her as the questions were sent her way, there as no holding back how she felt. “Lestari,” she paused, looking at Sara with a neutral expression. “No.”
Sintas mouth almost dropped. “No?” Her voice quivering in shock.
“I said no mother.” Lestari turned her gaze towards her mother, level, not challenging and repeated. “No.”
Sinta stared at Lestari long and hard, what did she mean no? Seeing her mothering looking so dumbfound, Lestari continued, this time turning back to Sara.
“Ask me to save a friend or family? Sure, I will do it in a heartbeat. Bleed for someone that is living a breathing? I'll give you every single pint within me.” Lestari, however did not answer the last question, she figured Sara already knew the answer to her own question. Though, a plan had formed within Lestari's mind, her mother had taught her the ways of the noble woman. Sly and vengeful, Lestari wasn't past using tactics to get away from her mother.
Turning once more towards her mother, Les picked up her mothers hand gently and held it in her own hand while petting the top with her other free hand. She looked into her mothers eyes, and softened up her voice. “You ask me if I am ready, and I am not. Mother, if you want me to follow Sara, and learn from her then I will. I am willing to learn priesthood to make you happy,” she turned towards Sara. “Will you teach me?” She offered the girl a smile, hoping her eyes would tell her silent meaning and Sara would play along with her. "I promise I won't be a bother at all."
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 6:43 pm
Sara thought that the woman would not agree to such things, however she was pleased to see a glimmer of interest in the eyes of her daughter. She had been keeping a close eye on the young mistress, it seemed her first judgment proved true. She was different and her curiosity was justified, maybe under any other circumstances the two of them would have been friends. Sara did not mind socializing with those of lesser ranks, the students were the future and with any luck they would learn form the mistakes of those who came before.
Maybe this was the generation which would stop the bloodshed, one could only hope.
She looked to the mother and shrugged, maybe once upon a time Sara would have been scared to admit it, however she had come to the conclusion she had nothing to be ashamed of. She had done nothing wrong and with the scandals going out the city her own relationship was easily enough overlooked. She would not correct her, no doubt she presumed she shared a bed with her lover every night, that was not true, Sara was still very much innocent. However that was no business of the woman. No doubt she would thin what she liked anyway, her kind usually did.
"It would be naive to think us such sweet little innocent girls. No, we bleed and love and live like any other. Sure some decide to be celibate, however I chose not to, not because I ever expected a man in my bed, rather because I do not believe the spirits want us to give up some of our humanity for the sake of worshiping them. As for my wolf, his name is Ghost and he has saved my life more than once, a trained wolf is a force worth to be reckoned with, especially one that knows how to rip out a man's throat in the blink of a eye."
Sara blinked at Les's answer, she even chuckled a little. Maybe once upon a time Sara herself felt the same way, however he eyes had long been opened to such things. Was she looking at a past version of herself? Maybe in some ways. "You will need to give more than that child, a Priest can not afford to be selfish under any circumstances." She stated, be it friend, foe, ally or stranger, every life was sacred, it was the first lesson you needed to learn. Death was something you needed to come to terms with quickly, death of your loved ones closely followed.
It was sad to think this girl was about to let the war flood her life, it was not fair on any child, however this was life. It was time for Les to carve her on destiny in tears, blood and sweat. Sara looked at Les and closed her eyes, she would have sighed if that would have not given anything away. She knew that this girl did not possess the abilities of a Conduit, yet she could not handle the look she was giving her.
No matter how much Sara had matured she could not say no to someone in need.
She finally opened her eyes and then stood up, resting a hand on her hip and with her other one flicking her long teal strands behind her shoulder. "Fine, I will teach you. Or at least give you a trial, if you do not mind Lady Sinta, I would like to speak to Lestari alone for a moment or two. Before I can give my answer I need to preform a secret ritual, to test her ability." She was lying of course she just wanted the woman out of the room so her and the girl could have a real chat.
She did not know how she could help her, however if she had something she wanted to ask then Sara would like to hear it.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 3:43 pm
Sinta was officially in the dark about priest, anything she'd ever seen or heard about them felt like it was completely wrong. While the knowledge of knowing her daughter might be going out to bleed was right there in front of everyone, others would not know. If she was as ignorant as Sara made her seem, then surly others were, and would see Lestari going into priesthood as a good thing. However, it was Lestari telling her mother she would willingly become a priest that tipped the scale, Sinta would allow it, and Sara would teach Lestari. It was set, there was no going back, but why did Sinta suddenly feel like refusing? Were her motherly instincts finally kicking in that she was scared for her one and only daughter to be sent off? Sinta shook her head slightly, no... Lestari needed to become a priest.
“It's is official then, you will be a priestess.” Sinta gave one last look at towards Sara as she stood up, “You can have all the time you need with her, I need to prepare for tonight's celebration.” She gave Lestari a pat on the head, unaccustomed to her daughter actually agreeing to something without something nasty to say about it, then was gone in the blink of an eye, closing the door behind her.
“I never thought she would leave,” turning her back towards Sara, Les pointed to her obi. “Please get this thing off of me, I am about to die from a lack of oxygen.” Lestari ran her fingers through her hair, finding all the pins that held her up do and taking them out to drop her hair, keeping her own three chopsticks in her mouth until she reworked her hair into it's usual messy ponytail. Shaking her head lightly, she held up her hair just in case it got in the way.
“I honestly though you might have said no, especially considering you called be out before.” While she had thought Sara may have been the worst person for calling her out before, and actually disliked her, now she didn't seem so bad. “You don't seem so bad now, unless you're seriously considering testing me. You and me both know I have nothing going for me as a priest. Plus,” she glanced at Sara. “I'm a fighter and I don't plan on giving that up, not you, or my mom can change my mind.” Lestari hasd always known her younger brother was the priest of the family, everyone else was a fighter to the heart, though Lestari wasn't sure if she gave away such information to Sara, the girl would drop her like dead weight.
“So what's the plan?” Lestari turned to Sara and grinned.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 12:59 am
Sara got up an walked over to help the girl get out of her suffocating clothing. She smiled and then sat own closer to her, folding her legs and resting her hands on her knees. Her posture was a lot more casual than it was a moment ago and the tension she felt in the air seemed to have vaporized with the woman's exit. However despite all this the girl still seemed to speak with a fiery tone and a sharp tongue. The conduit raised a eyebrow and pouted slightly at the girls words, so defensive towards someone who had just gone out on a limb to help her out? "I am not here to take anyone's dreams away from them, if you want to be a fighter then that is down to you. Some of my closest friends as Captains and I love them dearly." Sara sighed, she did not like her friends fighting. However it seemed to be engraved into their very souls and she had learned that there was nothing she could do about it, she would just have to prey every night for their safety. Prey and hope.
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So this girl wanted to be a fighter? Well she certainly had the attitude for it. When Sara attended the academy she remembered the training class's being filled with spirited young people. People who said they would die bravely in battle but deep down through themselves invincible. A lot of those students were dead now, no songs were wrote about thier courage and sometimes not even their remains were all in tact. Sara knew, she had buried some of them herself. It made her wonder why people would want to fight, it made her wonder if they knew from the start what pain such a choice would cause them and if they did, what kind of person would willingly take it on?
She blinked, wondering why the girl was looking at her for answers. "The plan? That is down to you and what you want. I am guessing your mother has no such a desire to see you in battle and it would be very hard to train and improve your skills whilst hiding your path from her. I guess if I told her you were training at the Academy and with me on a night that would give you such a chance...." She might have been pointing out the obvious, however he wanted to know she had the full story before making any final decisions. Yet if this girl wanted Sara to throw her a rope she supposed she could... after all, the spirits had crossed their paths for a reason. As time went on she felt the desire to help this girl more and more... "However I would not do that for just anyone, for one thing it is a lot of hassle on my part, especially if you are caught out and that is not a risk I would take for someone I just met."
Sara was generally a nice person, however she was not a charity case and she had learned a long time ago that she could not help everyone. Even though a small part of her still wanted to, she now knew the importance of assessing a situation and thinking things through. What would she do if this girl died under her care? That would mean another family after her head and she could really do without that. "Unless..." She began with a small smile.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 11:03 am
Lestari sat down, though unlike Sara's neat position, the blue Lunarian opted to stick her legs out and fix the now loose clothing so the fabric was covering everything that needed to be covered. As per usually, her shoulders were bare and half of her legs were free of fabric, and the air seemed so much lighter now that Sinta was gone. Les sighed loudly with content, lazying around was one of her beloved activities. If things were always going to be like this with Sara, she had no complaints about the girl at all. At Sara's next words about dreams, Lestari gave her a small nod. “People should always be able to control their own destinies.” Her words were a small murmur which she quickly covered by asking, “You know some captains?”
“What I want hm?” She wnated to be a fighter, she wanted to learn to fight, wanted to fight for the ones she loved and protect them; she didn't want to be a tool for her mother anymore. As Sara continued to talk about the plan, Lestari was nodding as she thought about how the plan would work in the long run. “My father knows about me, he thinks he can cover for me on some days too so I can get some training in. The burden wouldn't only be yours.” She didn't want Sara to carry the weight of someone all on her shoulders, which was why Lestari had told her father, and of course he'd agreed. “There's also my brothers who can help out once in a while, they know a few things, so they can teach me.” In fact, they'd already started her off on the right path with a few basic moves. “My little brother and mother are the only one's who cannot know.”
Sara's worries about getting caught were and the hassle of it all were shared by Lestari. “I completely understand if you want to back out.” While that single thought scared the blue Lunarian, she understood the difficulties they could possibly face in the future, they were playing a dangerous game here. If one little thing went wrong, it would be very bad for both of them. Not only would Lestari never be able to do anything on her own again, she'd be stuck into a force marriage and than be locked up for safe keeping. Les wasn't too sure what her mother would do to Sara, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
Unless... Those words froze Lestari in place, oh dear goddess, Sara wasn't some crazy person who was going to send her on crazy missions was she? But than again, what was she willing to do for what she wanted? Plenty of people had asked themselves such a question in times of war. What were you willing to sacrifice to live? To protect? Anything was on the tip of the blue Lunarians tongue, but while her mind screamed no, her heart yearned for freedom. Taking a deep breath, Lestari met Sara's gaze steadily. “What do you need?”
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:56 pm
Sara nodded as she closed her eyes and thought about her friends. "Captain Jianyu of the Legion. Soon to be Captain and head of the Lee Legions Huang Fu, then there is my best friend Yue Lao and lastly Captain Bataar of the Nobles. I know quite a few captains, They are all very powerful warriors and all of them are very dear to me." These were some of the most important characters in Sara's life and every day she preyed for them. Thinking about it, Sara did have some friends in high places, maybe it was because she had watched the progress... she wondered when they had advanced so much and if she had even noticed them getting stronger. She wondered if she had gotten stronger too, if she had changed from the person she was when she first came here. She blinked and looked down at her attire and the scars which remained on her skin... a lot had happened since then. She should never forget that, she had struggled, she had fought and she had lived...
Sara raised a eyebrow and rolled her eyes at the girls words, in truth she felt sorry for her. Sara loved her parents very much and she could not imagine keeping such secrets from them. Your mother should be the one person you could count on no matter what, however Les seemed to have been denied that figure in her life. It was pretty sad really. "Your family seems complicated, not like a family at all. Families should not be divided, they are meant to be one unit. At least that is what I can remember of mine." Sara had lost her family many years ago, the last time she saw them was when they gifted her to the temple and then left her, so she could have a life that they could never give her. She wondered, if they saw her now, saw how she had grown, would they still have done the same thing.
"I do not need anything." She replied, closing her eyes and shrugging. It was true, Sara hated to ask people for help and preferred to live as independently as she could. It made her feel better about herself, she was not a burden to anyone that way and she was taking her life into her own hands. She was trying to be strong like Yue... though she knew she could never be that strong.
She then rested her chin on her palm and looked on at the blue haired maiden. "I just do not want to take such a risk for someone who will die easily and ruin our plans, that is all. We need strong warriors and one day there is a possibility that you might save the life of one of my friends. If you are strong, if you can be of use to the Legion and keep people safe. Then I would risk a lot to make sure you were doing what you are destined to be doing." Sara hated violence, however she had grown to accept that this was a war and people needed to fight, all she was concerned with now was keeping people alive and well, that was the role that she played. If Les could one day become strong, if she could be of use to the people Sara cared about... then she would help her. If not, then she might show her that she was not cut out for battle after all. That way she would not have to die to realize she was not strong enough.
"However. That is only if you are strong. You need to prove that to me first." The conduit stated, standing up and kicking her hat and cape to one side, she brought out her staff and held it over her shoulder. She was no fighter, however her many years of training had not left her without one or two battle skills. After all what use were medic's in the field who could not get away unharmed? "This is a test Lestari, I want to show me that you have what it takes to fight in the Legion."
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:22 pm
The names Sara mentioned Les had only briefly heard about, her mother didn't really put captains on top of her list of people Les needed to know about. No, marrying her daughter to some captain was never in her agenda, which was why the blue Lunarian kept the memories to name. The were all Legions except that last one, a Noble Captain. Lestari would have rolled her eyes at the thought, why did Sara know a Noble Captain anyways? If they left the room as friends, she would find out later on, she was curious to know how a priestess knew that many captains as well. Not once had the idea of Sara actually being interesting crossed Les's mind, but now she saw there was something hidden behind Sara's rock like exterior. The Blue Lunarian wanted to know what it was, and she was going to find out.
Lestari commented no further about her family, but her lips had turned into a tight line. Complicated? Sara didn't even know half of it, A controlling mother, a father who was almost never home, a baby soon to be born, a younger brother who was clearly a priest, and than Lestari's own problems. The Blue Lunarian would be gone soon however, she would get strong enough to live on her own and get away. She only wished her brother would do the same with his wife and unborn child, but knew as the next head of the family there was no way he could leave. For someone who knew of the twists and turns of the family, it was easy to determine the cause of the problem. Sinta was a demon in a Noblewoman's clothing, slowly breaking the family apart for her own gains. Lestari's expression hardened even more, she needed to stop thinking about it now or get angry for simply thinking about her mother.
Die easily? “Pfft.” As much as Lestari wanted to refute what Sara was telling her now, she knew she spoke of the truth. She could not afford to be weak, could not afford to be a burden to anyone. In Sara's shoes she would have said the same thing to anyone, why help someone who wasn't going to be of any use? Maybe even hinder those around them. Though, Lestari wasn't prepared for Sara's next words and actions, the blue haired Lunarian simply starred up at her with her mouth agape like a fish. “Are you nuts?” Picking up the fabrics around her, Les got up herself. “You want to fight? Here in the house? In my mom's nicest room? As much as I want to prove myself I'm not that crazy.” If they wrecked the room there was no way any of them were getting out of the house walking. “If you can get to the back of the house, like the yard, I'll meet you there after I change.”
Without waiting for Sara to agree, Lestari had already left the room and was heading back upstairs. Damn, she didn't feel like changing again, much less fight someone. Priests weren't suppose to fight, you weren't suppose to hit them, yet here she was having agreed to a priestess's duel. Who knew how a priest fought? She'd probably curse Les or something worse... The blue haired Lunarian groaned as she reached the top of the stairs and headed towards her bedroom, she really didn't want to do it, far to lazy to want to fight. How could she prove to Sara how good she was if she barely had any fighting skills at all? She'd never fought anyone but her brothers, and they always played softly with her. At least she knew how to deal with them.
Once in her room, Lestari started undressing which was easy considered everything was already loose and she could simply slip out and then grab something far more comfortable. The last few things she needed was to wrap up her forearms and stick her needles in for good measures. Though Les felt like needles would probably not be of much use if she couldn't get close to the priestess. There was also the fact that, she never actually used them on anybody except when she was practising acupuncture with her father. Acupuncture was gentle, fighting for the first time would surely not be gentle at all. Finishing up, Lestari went back downstairs. Sinta seemed to have left the house, and apart from her older brothers and Citra who were somewhere within the home. No one would bother them.
When Lestari got outside, she spotted Sara and went to her, though she stopped a few paces from her. She had no idea what was about to happen, no idea what she was going to do, but she did know one thing. She was going to prove to Sara she was strong.
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