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 Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:52 am
"A Grimm," Yizhaq repeated earnestly, his gaze searching the tree curiously. He could not see as well as Hayat, who calmly interjected an answer to Shati's second question.
"The bat. What is his name?" She was particularly curious, as they had yet to meet another living tinct, especially one with wings. Much like her, and yet, so different.
Providing an explanation, Yizhaq glanced back toward Shati, "The guardian and keeper of a Plague?" A sudden understanding came onto his face, and he shook his head. "Ah, I see. You do not understand what you have come to be bonded to. Don't fear, with your help, he may grow to be harmless, and in fact, a savior, as I hope Hayat to be."
Of course, Hayat was not harmless, but that was beside the point.
"Might we meet him, then? The Fellowship should be quite interested to know of another Grimm in Imisus."
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Posted: Mon Oct 11, 2010 11:05 am
Shati's brows only knotted deeper as the pair spoke. She was aware of the Plagues, or more so of the rumors that circulated regarding their spreading of disease and possible connection to the black plague itself. Putting two and two together wasn't difficult, and so Shati came to the conclusion that a Plague was precisely what polite little Hayat was. She certainly didn't seem like a disease-carrying ghoul. Asking the name of a wild animal seemed strange, though, even if it was a relatively friendly beast. So did asking to see a creature that did not exist here.
"The bat has no name," she said then, her expression still entirely confused as she looked between Yizhaq and Hayat, and then back again, "He's... just a bat. I don't know what you're saying; there is no Plague here. At least, there's not one that I've seen."
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 3:55 pm
Yizhaq seemed quite charmed with Shati's insistence on the normality of everything surrounding her, as if not confronted with a Lord and his plague. As if a mage and his familiar would not be able to suss out those similar to them. One had to wonder if she was simply protecting the bat's true nature. While it would make sense, he discarded that idea. She seemed extremely honest.
"I wish to speak with you frankly, Miss Shati, as I sense you to be a good individual and I wish no harm to come of you. Perhaps we may step inside a moment? Such a long conversation on your stoop, past dark, is not seemly."
Hayat simply tilted her head at the farmer, ignoring her protests and speaking again. "That is because you have failed to name him. You must do so, soon. It is not right for him to lack a proper name."
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Posted: Tue Oct 12, 2010 4:45 pm
Shati took no offense to the relatively informal reference. When you didn't really have a surname, it wasn't really a problem. She glanced at her house, back to Yizhaq, and considered her options. She could either let a stranger into her home, or live with the question of what she was to be told. It was remembering the knife tucked in her apron that decided for her.
"Certainly. Come in, milord," she replied, bowing slightly. She turned her back on the man to return through her side door. Kitty followed at her feet, weaving in between them. The nameless bat remained in the tree, watching the group from afar as they passed by the windows.
"Please, make yourselves at home," Shati offered as they crossed into the living room, "Could I get you something to drink?" She returned to the kitchen and replaced the candle, wiping her hands on her apron.
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Posted: Fri Feb 25, 2011 4:26 pm
A low, respectful bow in response to her hospitality, glancing only once to the glinting eyes in the tree before following Shati inside.
"Any sort of tea would be marvelous," if the young lord could look any more charmed and pleased, it would be a shock, his handsome, smooth face in a bright, guileless smile. He was, indeed, a good image for the Fellowship.
It wasn't until the tea was served, his coat removed and revealing a perfectly tailored shirt and firm physique, Hayat standing upon his knee where he sat, that he spoke of their earlier topic.
"Miss Shati, the world has come to a crossroads. It is a dark, dangerous time to be a Grimm, and I seek to aid you." He paused to take a thoughtful sip, making an appreciative noise at the flavor. "Let me explain the term, should it not be clear. There are two ways in which to become a Grimm. One is to seek an item of taint out, and the other is to have it find you. Choose, you, really. It seems you are of the later variety. My Hayat was once the gryfalcon I kept at my arm." A smaller, less humorous smile. "Plagues can recognize one another, and Hayat has noted yours. It would do well for you to name him, protect him, and let as few as you are able know of him."
A shifting in his seat, and he spoke again, tone quieting. "There are many who would choose to manipulate you, including a cult. They have committed countless murders, and will not stop at anything to reach their perverse goals. I am a member of the Fellowship of Mages, an ally of the Sciences, where any Grimm may take safe haven."
A slow shake of the head. "I know this may be much for you, Miss Shati, but if you are ever in need of assistance, please do not hesitate to call upon my estate. It is Fate that has brought us into meeting, tonight, I am sure of it."
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 3:01 pm
Shati didn't mind the silence as she brewed a pot of tea, a more exotic blend than one may expect from a country home in Imisus. It was one of the few expenses she allowed herself, outside of what was completely necessary. Between animal feed and supplies, she always left some extra money for tea. She brought a cup for Yizhaq soon followed by one for herself and a tentative thimble for the small white creature on the lord's knee.
What came next was not something particularly easy to accept. Of course one heard of the Plagues and of the people fettered with caring for them, but she had not seen one before Hayat. Frankly, she didn't want one. So much gossip rumored disease and alienation, and while she wasn't particularly attached to society as a whole, she'd rather not have people think she was feeding them poison. She listened intently to Yizhaq's explanation and nodded every so often, her brows furrowed with the utter insanity of this whole situation. Once she glanced out a back window, although why was lost on her as it was fairly impolite. From behind the glass glowed two vibrant eyes, apparently watching the gathering in the living room. For their orientation it was clear that it was the bat, hanging from a low branch and inspecting the goings-on within. A shudder ran down Shati's spine, and she turned back to her company.
"I do feel as if I may need the help, so thank you for the offer," she said, taking a dainty sip of her swiftly-cooling tea. She had more or less forgotten that it was there. "Will he... become like your companion?"
A strange bat was easier to deal with than a small, glowing person.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 4:39 pm
"No two are alike, I'm afraid, so I cannot answer that. If you mean to say, will his form change? Yes, I am afraid so. Eventually, he shall become much like you and I, intelligent, tall, and humanoid. There are many that you hardly realize exist."
Finishing his tea, even as Hayat politely did the same, Yizhaq stood, cup and thimble in hand, returning the glowing Locos to his shoulder. "I can see your hesitation, Miss Shati, and I do understand it. However, it is unclear if a plague may bond to another after it has gone through its first transformation. Under the guidance of the nuturing and the sane, they will become assets to humanity, under the care of the... Fanatical, it shall be quite the opposite."
Bowing slightly, he returned her china to her. "I thank you, for your hospitality and open ear. I must return to my family, as it grows quite late, but do know my offer is in earnest. If you call upon my estate, you shall have the Fellowship's complete support."
His jacket was replaced, and soon he would be back onto the dark Imisus road, to flag a carriage home.
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Posted: Sun Feb 27, 2011 5:08 pm
Shati's face screwed when she turned again to look at the eyes in the window. Was it aware of her, and of itself? Perhaps it only recognized Hayat in a primal way and had decided to investigate as animals often did. Any other option seemed far too intelligent and deeply eerie. To have contact with someone already in her situation would be an undeniably positive asset.
"Of course," she said when Yizhaq returned his cup, "I could not possibly express my gratitude. I can make a delivery in two days, if you would like. Thank you for your business, m'lord, and for your help. It is greatly appreciated."
The farmer watched her company leave with her arms crossed at her waist. Kitty wove between her feet, oblivious to the situation, while Shati imagined the bat watching from the dark. She thought briefly that Yizhaq was fooling with her, but Hayat was impossible to ignore. She had not seemed the fooling type, not by a long shot. Shati watched the glowing orb float away and then disappeared, leaving her and the nameless bat to their own devices.
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