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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2005 12:30 am
At the head of the caravan is always a familiar sight- WhistleStick, the wagon of Valelldia, which guides the caravan on its path across the continent, and houses the gypsy mystic inside. However, it is also the home of Valelldia the trader, one of her many forms.
Okay, I know the header says store... but it's not. I suppose it used to be. Not so much anymore.
...This is just an rp place. ^_^ Come in, post if and whenever you'd like. IC only please.
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Posted: Thu Feb 23, 2006 7:55 pm
http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=2149619
Completed Favor 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 6:06 pm
Maeko-Hana http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=2149619
Completed Favor 3nodding Thankya much. (Belated for me to see it, but still, very much thank you.)
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2006 12:59 pm
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:08 pm
He had never really had the chance to personally visit Valelldia and nor did he realize that she would call upon him this day. He had left Annjette to sleep alone for a moment as it didn't seem she'd awake anytime soon and he hadn't the heart to awaken the child either.
Voltaire took precautions and alerted the neighboring wagons that if they hear a cry from his wagon to go check on the girl. It seemed the best solution for the moment, and he hoped the girl wouldn't awake while he was away.
He approached Whistle Stick and knocked politely upon the doorframe.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:17 pm
"Voltaire." The dark woman appeared in the doorway quite suddenly- almost a shadow herself as her visage took shape. "Please. Come in, sit down." She indicated a bench upon which soft rugs had been thrown- and took a seat behind her divining table, waiting for the man to become comfortable before speaking again.
"I'm sorry I've never made the chance to speak with you before. ...Things seem to come up- and, in hindsight, they're never so important as these little souls that find us. ...You are Annjette's father." It wasn't a question, so much as a statement. "...If you don't mind such belated asking-how and when did you find the little swan?"
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:28 pm
He blinked but didn't startle. Voltaire was amazed that the woman just seemed to just pop up like she had been laying in wait for him. He smiled a bit as he moved in and had a seat where indicated upon the bench.
He nodded a bit, "I understand, you are a very busy woman indeed." Voltaire replied with a respectful nod, "Yes I am Annjette's father."
The question that DID come out made him tilt his head a bit, "I didn't find her so much as my horse did. He got away from me after hearing cries...I followed him in fear that it was a faerie's trick. When I found him he was comforting Annjette who apparently left in a clearing not far from where I had camped"
A moment's pause as he smiled lightly, "I was reluctant at the time and this I will admit to you, Valelldia, but in the end I guess .. I accepted her and I wouldn't have it any other way..."
As to when he went silent for a moment and then replied, "I found her shortly befound you all. It was maybe a week or so between when I found her and then I found you all."
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:38 pm
Valelldia sat, listening to his story sagely, her hands deep in her lap. Although she did not move those dark, shapely fingers, or even the wine-colored skirts beneath them, the rings on her fingers seemed to glitter as if a moving light were on the prowl above them. When the man finished, she nodded slowly, and spoke with a longing, nostalgic tone.
"I don't know how much those of you who knew Annjette from before told you about the little duckling, or if they even remember her... but I'm sure you've been told she was one of the first children of the caravan. ...She was the daughter of a troubled, but very wonderful woman. One of the heads of the caravan, beneath only me. The child chose her to be its mother- for who else could have handled such power- darkness and light combined. When they left our fold, I was terrified for the girl- and only slightly more comforted when she returned... with you." Valelldia's yellow eyes gave a slight apology to her words, but by the set of the gypsy's mouth, she meant what she said. It had been difficult to see the child in the hands of a man she knew nothing of- what if he could not control her, or guide her? She had watched them silently for months, fearful that the meij had not given her a sign that growth was imminent. This, she voiced aloud to Voltaire.
"When the months went by... and the meij gave no sign that she was to grow- I was even more fearful that you were not meant for her... that she was too strong. I am sorry to say these things- but you have to understand... Annjette- holds within her the power to be the most wonderful Fortunette of all- or the most dangerous. She has the power inside of her to tempt all the other Fortunettes to darnkess. But now- the meij is calling strongly for her growth. You have guided her, and loved her.. and it's time for her to take her place among the children."
Valelldia stood. "I have already run her runes. They are simple- but painful for a father to have his daughter endure. They are of terrible dreams... of future growths- and of her elements, fighting inside her to destroy her balance. I spent all night reading her future casts- and I must admit, there are as many dark ones as light. Now, she remains balanced- but only barely. I want to ensure she stays this way in her next, dark magic growth. ...She must do one terrible thing- and one wonderful thing before two moons have passed. And then, bring her to me and she will change."
Valelldia seemed pained to have to report this to a father. But she had one more thing to say. "...If she does.... damage to another child, or someone in the train... please, just make sure it is someone from the lower balance of power in the wagon order. ...It will be easier to help them, that way." With those last, dark and ominous words, Valelldia had said her piece.
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2006 6:56 pm
He didn't look or seem offended as the woman spoke, but he did pale a bit. Voltaire felt a warmth followed by a chill running up along his spine soon after but after a moment of silence he shakily stood up, "W..What must be done will be done, Valelldia. I know Annjette's and my path is a long and difficult one. Some days I fear for her, but I will do what I can even if I must ... arrange it to be so."
He turned his gaze away from Val for a moment before looking back at her, "I think...I think I should go check on Annjette. I will bring her to you when she is .. ready."
With that he had left the wagon taking long quick paced strides to his wagon not so much as saying good bye. He had forgiven Valelldia even if he was not aware of it or knew WHY exactly, but he had. He was not angered with the woman as much as he was a little afraid of what will come of all this.
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Posted: Tue Jun 06, 2006 9:36 pm
Voltaire returned to Valelldia's wagon with a box in one hand and Annjette in the other arm. The half-elf looked very grim and almost sad. He had paid witness to his daughter's pain and anguish and wished only that it didn't have to be done this way.
Of course he felt sorry for the mouse as well, he still wasn't sure what he was going to do about it and didn't even know why he even brought it with him. It was an absent action he made before leaving the wagon. He had taken time before coming to Val's wagon to bandage his daughter's hand and to put the mouse in a box. Voltaire didn't hold much hope for this creature. Annjette had crushed it pretty badly.
Instead of knocking (his hands are full at the moment) he called out, "Valelldia, we are here."
He was trying to concentrate on the good points of the past couple of days now. Like Annjette helping him and Vanna take care of a wounded sparrow that had somehow come to their wagon as a impromtu resting spot and hiding place from a particularly nasty night-sky predator.
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 12:25 pm
Valelldia answered the call at the door. Right away, she could feel the hurt that Voltaire had gone through in respects to his daughter's growth. She also saw the box in his hands.
"Please, come in." She stepped back, and gave him and his daughter free reign to enter. She also reached out for the box. "...May I?" She took it, and, putting it on her lap as she sat, stared at it for a moment before lifting the lid. Inside, the small mouse labored heavily to breath- it's entire body rising and falling in a staccato, fearful way as if each breath cracked at its ribs. A shiver kept its mouth permanently open, its neck twisted oh so slightly to one edge of the box.
"You poor little mite," Valelldia said- very softly. Then she asked Annjette to come forward. "Here... little swan." She handed the girl a packet of dust from her coat pocket. "Would you dust the small creature with it?"
Annjette complied, looking back at her father before dusting the mouse. In an instant, the creature froze. It paused, mid-breath, a slight glaze coming over its eyes.
"It's not dead," Valelldia said, closing the boxlid as she explained. "That's merely Medusa dust. ...I suggest you take this to one of the gypsies who has a healing tool. They can help you with it, if you'd like to save it. Otherwise, simply bury the poor creature as is- though that can have consequences."
Then she looked at the little swan girl. There was so much potential in her. ...Whether it was for good or for evil, she knew not.
"It's done, little one."
With those words, red and black swirls of meij blinded the gypsies, consuming Annjette where she stood. They swirled forever- longer, it seems, than for most, and then, when they abated, a pensive child stood where an infant had been. A Child of Darkness.http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v661/Pandara1/Fortunettes/children/Annjettekid.jpg
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Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 11:42 pm
Naturally this left everyone disoriented especially the now not-so-little Annjette who was standing wobblishly after the darkness cleared. Everything looked smaller somehow. Her dark lips opened to speak but she then fell straight down with a distraught sounding umph. So much for being graceful and continuing the pensive look.
She glanced up between Val and Voltaire with a perplexed stare.
Voltaire leaned down and helped his daughter up with a small smile. This experience was bittersweet, "The fate of the mouse, I think I will leave to Annjette for the moment." He murmured after the shock went through his system. His infant was now a child, and now he wouldn't be able to carry her.
Annjette stood and looked at Valelldia for a long moment before offering a hand out for the box, "I will help it. I wounded him because of my own pain," out of shame and some regret she refused to look directly at the box.
Voltaire supported Annjette until she moved away some to stand on her own and he let her. The half-elf looked at Valelldia, "I believe some rest on all parts is in order. We'll take care of the mouse soon, I am sure."
The swan-girl nodded solemnly not smiling nor frowning. Perhaps tomorrow she'll be a bit more cheerful.
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:10 pm
*~*~*~*
Valelldia looked deep into the eyes of the woman. Between them, her crystal ball was sheathed.
"You have a question for the meij?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 1:13 pm
Heather looked up and nodded. "Its not much but I need to know. The Banya bird confused me... Can I have a general fortune, please? I need to prepare myself.." She looked slightly worried, she had left Kala and Amkia alone together.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2006 10:26 am
The ball before Valelldia spun to answer as soon as she moved her chocolatey hands about its smooth surface. As the images swirled, her voice, in a low, sensuous tone, translated them into words for Heather.
"You have been brought a child of Shadow to balance your child of Light. On the fault of the caravan... Illusion and Delusion were placed together, causing extreme chaos in the balance. A light in the dark- the final wagon in the balance of highest power- was then balanced- shadow to light- to complete this wagon. Now, we are balanced- and you... are blessed cursed.
...This rivalry will give them one great gift. They will be protected upon the Woodland Choice. Their anger and fear amuses them. But in time, shall this spread, rally their forces they will attempt. And in so, one shall be doomed."
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