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Naita
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:02 pm


Word from court.

Up the aged driveway came the noise of a carriage, hoofbeats strong in the early morn. Unaccustomed to such sound in the quiet world of the manor, Naita, along with most of the household, awoke at once.
Riife, pulling on his dressing gown and reflecting with horror that he should have to meet a stranger undressed, hurried towards the door with a branch of candles, intentions somewhere between ceasing the stranger from waking his mistress by rapping on the door, and speedily turning them away, should their case not be urgent.

His solicitude was wasted, for Lady Siri was positively shaking with apprehension in her bed, fairly sure this must be one of two things. First, the carriage sent for her immediate return to court, or else the return of her half-sister with her new husband and unborn child.

As it turned out, the former was right, as her father's groom soon approached Riife with a stuffy air.
After haughtily looking over the butler, he at last spoke.
"Is the lady in?"
Riife, unsure quiet how to answer this ill-bred man, merely bowed.
"I will see her, then," announced the groom, striding into the house.
Shocked at the impudence of a serving man meaning to call upon quality, the butler bristled.
"She is sleeping," he announced, "and shall not be awoken for a groom."
He was met by a sneer as the man sat upon a chair nearby, and announced his intention to wait.

Lady Siri, true to her schedule despite the excitement, descended the stairs two hours later, dressed beautifully in a purple silk gown, one of her favourites, and very stylish. Grasping at her waist violently, it then plumed up to display her figure at a great advantage, making use of her natural curves and beautifully white skin. Though not the greatest beauty of the time, being neither fashionably fair, nor possessing a pair of insipidly blue eyes, she was striking, beautiful in a sense beyond fashion. Her features were even, though not perfect, her figure the very picture of all that was desirable, and her colouring shocking, it's pure white skin against raven hair.
With all this to full advantage, Naita took in the groom with the smile of an established courtier.
"Sir," she called, then was silent.

The groom arose, bowed deeply, and thrust a note at her. Having done his piece, he strode towards the kitchen, wishing to eat before enacting the second part of his duty that day.

Unfolding the pressed paper, the young woman knew her suspicions were right, but nonetheless regretted it deeply.
The note read thus;
My child,
Your mother has begun the process, and you are to come to us at once. Pack lightly, we have bought you clothes.
Ever yours.


It was her father's usual manner, so curt, so pointed. Sighing, she ran upstairs to pack travelling things. With a second thought, she packed a smaller bag as well, then made to the nursery to fetch Eydis. She would be free from one tormentor, and hidden as best from another, Naita resolved. Elsa would care for Breena and Ceiba in her absence, and so she directed the confused maid, before heading downstairs.

She found the groom waiting, agog at this infant.
"We will go now," Lady Siri said rather pointedly, and was led to the carriage.

Cross-posted.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:03 pm


Elsa's Reaction.

Stopping in on the nursery in her usual morning routine, Elsa wandered in a state of disarray, grey dress not yet arranged, golden curls falling loosely, framing her face and shoulders in their shining halo. This beautifully set face would not, however, hold it's calm look for long.

As she paused on the threshold, the maid noted an odd occurance- Eydis was not in her crib. The other was, but not the sweet one. Her mistress must have taken her into the garden, but at this time of morning? Why would the Lady have risen so early in the day?
Sweeping out once more, Elsa caught sight of Naita's travelling gown sweeping out the door, and shot a curious eye at the manservant, Riife.
"She is to go to court," he stated simply, then fled as the look of horror so expected entered his beloved's eye.

Gone to court? Without her maid to dress her? Without... without that child? No, it had to be a joke. A sick, twisted joke.
Caught between laughing and sobbing, the golden girl ran to the window overlooking the drive, dainty feet carrying her swiftly to the pane.
Sure enough, a carriage sporting the Siri livery was pulling away, drawn by the quad of bays so admired at court. She was left in the manor to look after the wards Lady Siri had left behind. More to the point, she was left with the ward that prodded and poked, pulled and bit, kicked and schemed.

Somehow, she could not help but think this was to be a long visit on the part of her mistress, but longer on those left.

Naita
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Naita
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:04 pm


A message.

With the morning post a morning two days after Naita's departure, a letter arrived. It bore the names of Elsa and Riife, and bore Lady Siri's personal seal.
Enclosed was the following note:


Quote:
My dear Riife, and Golden Girl,

I know you may think it odd that my departure was so sudden, but it could not be helped. My mother had reached her time once I arrived, and delivered a stillborn boy.
My mother mourns, but young Master Farian Giddius Siri shall have a proper burial and service.
In such a time, I have been asked to remain at court until no longer needed, even barring what has been called my misconduct in bringing Eydis.

By the by, Eydis sends her love, as I am sure the wax dotted about this sheet, along with the imprint of her fingers, will tell you.
Riife, the Manor is to be under your protection, I trust you to run it in such a fashion as I never could manage. Elsa, to you I entrust my darling wards, assure them of my love, and that I shall return to them ere long!

Please send any word of my sister's return by stating that "the ewe has returned from the far pasture," for I fear lest my family should learn of her plans.
Give my love to my wards, and if my little protegee is about, send her word that I will bring back gifts for her expected infant.

God speed.
Lady Naita Elouin Siri.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:05 pm


Supper.

Seating herself at the huge silkwood table for the first time in her service at the Manor, Elsa eyed the children in her charge. Ceiba, quiet and always waiting for the cue that prayers were finished before eating, sat in her chair, next to the head of the table. Across from her sat Breena, propped in an infant's dining chair, raven hair falling in a pool of inky curls.

The latter was also making her first appearance at table. Riife had announced that as she was now able to move about, and seemed to be teething, it was fitting that her meals be taken with the other child of the house, and their makeshift guardian.
Elsa had been less than enthusiastic.

Ceiba, eyeing her 'sister' warily, then turned to the maid, calm eyes betraying a question.
"Miss Elsa," she began, "is- is she meant to be so... unfriendly? Eydis always w-wanted to play with me as- as a baby."
So saying, the child cast her eyes back to the pale infant, currently chewing on one finger and eyeing the table with her black gaze.

"I do not know."
Came Elsa's response. She did not understand children in general, and this one not at all. Never before had a babe slapped her arm so hard it left a purple mark, and for no reason. Why, only the day before, whilst Elsa brushed her hair, Breena had ripped the maid's favourite dress.
Though Riife called it an accident, Elsa just knew that child had known it to be her favourite! She had known.

A boy swept into the room, carrying the dishes of the night. For Ceiba the cook had prepared stuffed guinea fowl, trimmed with scallop potatoes, beans, and followed by her favourite pudding.
For Elsa, whome she felt to be presumptuous in taking "'er supper with them kiddies," she had merely made boiled pork. Keep them in their place, she always said.
Lastly, for Breena she had despaired. Cook for one who was yet to cut her milk teeth? At last, mashed potato had been gleaned upon, and prepared.

Into these meals the three femmes started, before interrupted by a surprised shriek from Ceiba. It seemed Breena, seeing a new use for this food, had flung a lump at Ceiba's head, landing it between the eyes.
She was giggling incessantly. Ceiba was sobbing. Elsa sighed, and suppressed the urge to scream.

Naita
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Naita
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:06 pm


Crawling and Candles.

Darkness spread across the manor, shadows creeping into every crack, over every brick, through every window. The moon was but a sliver of silver against the inky blanket of night, the stars mere pin-pricks. And on this night, a babe placed in an unstable crib roused.

Breena's mind had been whirling all day, stripped of her favourite victim and left with only the B list to torture. Riife escaped her ill favour, keeping her occupied with tricks, but Elsa had no such turn of intelligence, and had become the easiest outlet for the infant's displeasure.

The babe stirred, black eyes skirting the room impatiently. The other familiar cot lay empty, not even that stupid bird for amusement. With a distemperate grunt Breena flung a fist against the bars of her nightly prison, jarring them severely. They were not stable, not secured. Her body may have been weak, but her mind was sharp enough to ascertain that here lay a chance for fun.

Letting her balled fist fly once, twice, three times more at the wooden enclosure, the bars fell away, leaving only the tiniest of drops down. It seemed luck was on the infant's side tonight.

Sliding her way across the matress, slithering down with a muffled 'thud' as her back end hit the floor, Breena let out a chuckle, the very sound of infantile innocence, yet bearing no end of malice. Tonight she would really let loose!

With an uncertain shuffle, the babe fell forward, balancing her tiny body upon her outspread hands and bent knees, sliding them forward in time to propel herself, allbeit slowly, out of the room, into the hallway.
Here she turned right, dark eyes scanning the darkness for a doorway. She sought not just any door, but the one from which spilled the scent of lavender, that which Elsa had taken to boiling to calm herself, as well as sprinkling drops of the water on her hair, of which she was uncommonly proud.

With this thought came the ghost of a smile to Breena's tiny features, eyes glittering with delight. She knew now what to play, what to do.

As luck would have it, the nearest door, that door from whence the potent, flowery, scent spilled, was ajar. Whether from lack of thought, or a need to hear the babe's cries during the night, Elsa had not shut it properly on this night, an event that would never be repeated.
Leaning upon the wooden frame until it swung open enough to admit her access, Breena giggled once more, a soft sound drowned out by the wind whistling about the manor walls.

A cursory glance about the room revealed much about it's inhabitant. Affixed to her small dresser was a mirror, far larger than the drawers upon which it rested, flanked by no less than five different hair brushes. Placed by the brushes were two scent bottles, one containing lavender water, the other rose water.

A low table revealed the simmering pot of water, many heads of lavender thrown into it's mix, suspended over a now extinguished flame, having burned itself out. Also perched on this table was a miniature of the king, in his younger years, every inch the sex symbol of the time, a hair comb given as a present by Lady Naita some months back, and a dilapidated bible, hollowed out in the middle and usually containing some trashy novel.
Elsa had recently been taught to read, her parents feeling it necessary in a servant of quality, but in that time had been convinced to read none but the silliest of fripperies, entirely rejecting the sterner stuff of her mother's recommendation.

Under the many blankets of the central piece of the room, the bed, lay the sleeping form of the maid, chest rising and falling peacefully, novel strewn upon the pillow, abandoned by the soft fingers that grasped it before slumber took their owner, mid-paragraph.
Elsa's golden locks had been loosely plaited, woven into a braid that trailed from her head, laying serpentine on the pillow.

Upon the bedside table, hovering just above the ground in much the same way the bed did, for it was quite the fashion for servants' mattresses to almost touch the ground, lay a branch of candles, burning low, but still lit due to the sudden nature of Elsa's foray into slumber.
Upon this Breena's eyes rested, and glinted with intent.

Crawling her way over to the place where Elsa's head rested, eyes lidded with the sweet carress of sleep, head turned away from the light, and from the upcoming horror, Breena rested herself against the bed, sittting upright, back against the mattress.
Then, leaning forward, hand outstretched, the infant let out one last childish giggle as she knocked the candles forward, flames falling instantly into the blonde coil of hair.

With black eyes turning to watch the madness that would soon follow, Breena's mouth curved into a smile as Elsa stirred, finally awoke, and let out a chilling scream.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:07 pm


Burning tempers.

Noise thick upon the silken silence of night, Elsa's scream awoke more than that love of suffering in Breena. It awoke all but the cook, whose sleep could not be interrupted by anything less than a herd of elephants.

Throwing her naked feet upon the floor, hopping about, and letting out pained squeals all the while, a wiser man that those that descended upon her could have sworn the flames to be upon her skin, not hair.
With thundering footsteps Riife entered the chamber, caring little for the maiden's modesty when her life, it appeared to him, was at stake.

Behind him came the boy of the house, useful for little more than amusement, and he immediately burst into hysterics, howling with laughter at the sight of the bouncing maid, golden locks aflame. He would later receive a clip round the earhole from Riife for this, but for now the butler was far too concerned with his pained beloved.

Upon the pillow lay the smothered ashes of the first flames, one still making a feeble attempt to devour the linen, but failing miserably, for it had clambered into the patch of drool from whence Elsa's mouth had been wrenched.

Leant against the mattress sat a giggling Breena, ebony strands of hair pooled beside her, glistening as her head rocked with laughter. She had only expected Elsa to serve amusement, but the more than usual pain of Riife at seeing her so upset was delicious. Though people were, in essence, useless, for her amusement they served very well indeed.

By now the flames had eaten more than half of the golden maid's crowning glory, and looked likely to reach her skin ere long. Riife, thinking rationally at last, grabbed the scent bottles, uncorking them, and threw their contents upon the glowing tendrils of fire.
The majority of the job thus done, he smothered the rest in his coat, doing the garment disservice in it's new smell of smoke, rose, and lavender.

As Riife took the now whimpering maid in his arms, stroking what was left of her flaxen locks, the butler's eyes happened to chance upon that inky pool of hair that announced Breena. Eyeing the infant's cheerful face, he whispered with some bewilderment "Breena?"
Hearing this one word, Elsa's demeanour changed entirely. Where tears had sat a moment ago, now was fire, sparkling in her eyes, consuming her gaze.

"WHAT?" the maid roared, wrenching herself free of her darling's grip, spinning around to meet the black eyes of the infant, now turned upon her own in a challenge.
"You.. you devil." Such was the quiet, eerily calm voice of Elsa, spilling forth from her throat with more rage than could be used by an entire army.
"You have ruined me. I shall ruin you, damnit!"

Stepping towards the babe, the golden girl was here restrained by Riife and that boy only moments before hooting against the doorframe at the hilarity of the scene.
The boy was quickly despatched with a blow to the face from Elsa's flailing arms, but Riife was not so easily done away with. Holding fast to the maid's waist, he whispered such soothing sentences into her ears that at length she sagged in his arms, weeping bitterly.
"Just get her out," she whispered at last, before leaving the room, headed for the kitchen for a soothing glass of brandy, perhaps more than one.

As commanded, Riife picked up the tiny girl, smiling wryly at her.
"Looks like you need a babysitter, kid."

Naita
Vice Captain


Naita
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:09 pm


More news from court.

As Lady Naita's arrival became more necessary due to Elsa's refusal to go near Breena, the sight of a messenger bearing the Siri livery was both a loved and dreaded sight. Riife, ever hopeful, believed it would bring news of his mistress' return, while Elsa exclaimed loudly it would bring trouble.

Delivering his charge to the butler, the messenger bowed, and was off in a shot.

Unfolding the sheet, Riife read the following:

Quote:
My dear friends,

I bring no glad tidings, I fear. My mother has recovered, but now refuses to let me leave for a far more dire reason. My brother is on trial for treason. He has been accused of such slanderous charges that I cannot write them for crying.
I shall return as soon as I can, I fear the trial shall be short.

All my love to Breena and Ceiba.

Lady Naita Elouin Siri.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:10 pm


The search begins.

Coat stretched about his frame, Riife strode down the gravel of the Manor's driveway, tiny charge bundled in his arms amongst a multitude of blankets and bags of necessities. So it had come to this, choosing between his mistress' express wishes that he and Elsa guard her wards, or the sanity of his beloved. Alas, governed by his heart on this occasion, the golden maiden's will had won out.

The dawn's silver light rippled about the surrounding greenery, and a shiver ran through the butler. The days were still cold, a chill wind gathering as he walked against it. Pink-nosed and cheeked, his keen eyes were lowered to the babe in his arms, expecting her to be likewise coloured against the elements.
A pair of black eyes met his gaze, their expression one of far more intelligence than Riife found normal in one of such a tender age, but the tiny face around those huge orbs remained milk-white, not the slightest tinge of rose spotting it's porcelain shade.

That Breena knew the situation into which she had thrown herself seemed doubtful to the adult now carrying her towards the residence of one he felt he could reasonably call on to care for her, but in this he was sorely mistaken.
The infant had a mind far beyond her body, the shell's slow reflexes belying a sharp intelligence, a cruel wit, and a propensity to pick out any weakness that should prove useful to her. She was learning quickly, learning that her innocent face could prove a prime mask for her purposes.

Into this young facade Riife smiled, before his eyes flicked about the area, looking for the necessary direction. He had helped Naita out many a time, and now he felt it only fair to cash in a favour. Alas, that old friend's track record with children was spotted at best, but he felt her trustworthy enough to watch a tiny girl for the short time his mistress would need at court. Surely it could not be any great length of time. Surely, it would be no more than a week?

Naita
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Naita
Vice Captain

PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:11 pm


Favours repayed.

Though having only visited in the carriage previously, Riife did not take long to find the residence of Naita, or rather, of the mother of Naita's child, where his friend happened to be staying.
He was not sure whether it was fitting to knock on the door, it being so early. In addition to this confusion came the fact that it may seem a tad odd to approach a stranger, hand them an infant and say "please give this to Naita," as he feared he would, should any other resident open the door.
He had helped her move in, surely he could find the window to Naita's room, and thus gain her attention?

Though the fear of looking like some ardent schoolboy on the trail of his illicit love weighed heavy on the outwardly prim and proper man, the knowledge that this would amuse Nai, and thus gain some favour to his necessary task was helpful.

The search was no mean task, and tested Riife's patience sorely until he was convinced he ahd found the appropriate pane. But the work was not through yet. With an audible sigh, he transferred the ever-staring girl to weaker arm, grabbing a few pebbles in the other and launching them, one by one, at the window above.

At length, a bedraggled figure made her way to the window, black hair matted against her head, eyes half-closed, and, he suspected, a spot of drool marking her chin. Her very slightly swollen belly was partially exposed, the mask tattoo on it peeking beneath her shirt.
This frightful sight threw open the pane, and, glaring down, rasped "waddyawantit'searly."

It took rather a lot of will power not to burst into laughter at Naita's usual morning state, but, with barely a grin, Riife simply answered "let me in, I need to cash in a favour."
He hoped, rather than believed, it to be his imagination that his old friend swore under her breath at this request. On any account, her only audible response was to make his way to the door.

A short time later, the same sight greeted his eyes at closer range, and confirmed his suspicion about the drool spot.
"Favour?" Naita asked, eyes immediately making their way to the bundle in Riife's arms, pausing rather a long while on the black eyes that seemed to be surveying her critically. Trust Breena to make a first impression denoting her faith that the other was not up to scratch.

"Uh... babysitting?"
"For how long?"
Oh dear, here came the kicker.
"Uh... yes."

Naita's eyes bulged slightly, and this state only proved to increase as Riife explained the state of their beloved Siri household. As he drew to the finale of his speech, his fingers crossed in blind hope beneath Breena's blanketed form.

"Wait, you want me to take in a kid that set Elsa on FIRE? Until Lady Siri comes back? Oh hell Riife, I've just moved in, and... kids!"
This was the response for around ten minutes of pleading, threatening, and cajoling. At last, Naita caved, and before she could change her mind, Riife thrust the babe into her arms and stepped back.

"I'll bring her things later, for now I'll let you... get acquainted," he stated, before turning tail and almost running.
"Thanks!"

Watching the butler dash off through narrowed eyes, Naita eyed the rather... pale child, shut the door, and swore swiftly and quietly.
PostPosted: Tue Apr 26, 2005 9:13 pm


"Getting Acquainted"...

Eyeing the babe in her arms, Naita sighed, shrugging. Closing the door and mounting the stairs back to her room, the woman made her assessment of the babe, a none too flattering one, at that.
The tiny girl was pale as the crypt, as well as having that chill which only the dead posessed. Still, Riife was not the type to foist dead children upon her, so she trusted that the kid was, in fact, alive.

She only found herself briefly lost, and in this short space of time could have sworn the babe rolled her eyes.
"Imagination Nai, your imagination," she coursed under her breath, finding her own door at last.

Once safe inside her own room, the woman looked Breena over properly, withdrawing her from the wrappings, and being satisfied by the child's grizzling that she was, in fact, alive.
On closer inspection she was a beautiful child, it had to be admitted. The palor of her skin reinforced the image lent by her perfect features of a porcelain doll. Her body was free of any scars or birthmarks, and her thick crop of hair was black as night, and almost as long. Through these locks Naita ran one hand, toying with the odd curl.

Breena, too, was assessing her temporary guardian. This one, at least, seemed more usual than the proper miss that was her 'mother' of sorts. She seemed to have fewer morals, by her manner of dress, speaking, and the way she lived.
Perhaps she would be able to derive some pleasure from the company in this house. Or, at the least, she would gain some definite fun.

Naita
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Naita
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PostPosted: Mon Jun 06, 2005 5:54 am


First words.

Laying in the makeshift crib Naita had bestowed upon her, (strangely enough, in the piles of junk, the woman had found something startlingly similar to a baby's crib) Breena eyed her new surroundings.
To be sure, it lacked the elegance which marked Lady Siri's abode. Was that a stuffed squirrel on a shelf? This new woman was.. odd.
Still, the infant did not see any reason to torture her too much. She had an air that could prove intriguing, and was certainly not of that sugary sweet disposition Breena loathed above all things. She had a devilish side, a side that could indeed be used to nurture some of the plans dear to the babe's chilled heart.

Stirring in the packed blankets, the pale child pushed herself up into a seated position, eyeing the half-asleep woman in the large bed not too far from her own.
Naita was laying, eyes closed but hands moving in loose circles over her swollen belly. The fetus inside was restless, and it did not bode well for what remained of the pregnancy. No one had warned her that the kids could be this... mean!

Grizzling gently at first, then, upon no response, rather louder, Breena drew the woman's attention, eager to test her immediately.
She waved those chubby, infantile digits about, signifying that she wished to be held, and waited for the warm, if rather gingerly offered, arms to wrap about her cool form.
In this embrace she first nuzzled her head into Naita's shoulder, then bit, if a tad gummily, for her teeth were not yet fully formed, into the exposed flesh where the shirt the woman wore fell away.

Once wrenched from the warmth of Naita's body, she giggled angelically, eyes wide and the picture of innocence. Still, her 'guardian' for the time being simply scrunched her nose, stuck out her tongue, and returned to the bed.
Not the expected response, but it would do.

Stretching out one chubby arm, Breena pointed at the woman, eyeing her with those cool black orbs.
"Mine," she cooed, fitting first words.
PostPosted: Tue Jun 07, 2005 8:54 am


Breena and Naeva meet.

Sajhiri
She had been at a complete loss. Sajhiri had been taking an inconsolable Naeva for a walk in her stroller and doing her best to still the child's fussing and crying. She was often this way when *Washu* took baby Rebecca for the day. No amount of cooing, soothing words, toys, or bottles seemed to calm the distressed infant in the stroller, and Jhiri was about to give up and go back home when suddenly the fussing stopped.

The woman looked in the direction the child was focusing, suddenly docile, calm, and strangely intent. She looked up at a building that was mildly familiar, and blinked. This was the place she'd run into Kamiki with that strange centaur-ish child before.

Naeva's hands reached towards the doors and she made a grunting sound. Sajhiri arched a brow in curiosity, a glimmer of possible understanding itching at the back of her mind. Perhaps the child was like Kamiki's adoptee as well, one of the special children she told her about.

The seraph scooped Naeva from her stroller and into her arms, securing the wheeled conveyance to a rail outside, and she carried the girl into the building proper.


Naita
Head resting against against the seat of a tattered couch, arch of her back pushing forward her already impressive belly, Naita listened to the sound of her temporary ward, eyes half closed, hands making circles over the mask tattoo on her swollen middle. The occupant of this area was kicking rather violently, something that had taken the woman somewhat by surprise. Since when did the brats get to torment you BEFORE birth?

A very short distance from her keeper, Breena played with five crystals, each a varying shade of grey. Each had been gifted her by inhabitants of the Manor, her true home.
Though holding the gifters in no affection, the infant rather liked the gifts, their cool surfaces like her own skin, never warming.


Sajhiri
Spotting the woman with the expectant belly, Sajhiri ventured in a quiet voice, "Hello there. I don't mean to intrude but, ah, I visited here once before and now I think my adopted daughter might be..." She looked for a way to phrase this in a manner that if she were mistaken about her child, wouldn't make her seem like a nut.

"She might be suited to and welcome in this place." There, that should be vague enough to someone without a clue a bout these legendary beings but enough for someone in the know to catch on. She smiled nervously.

Naeva, on the other hand, stared at Breena and her crystals. She was perfectly still and calm in Sajhiri's arms, something that happened rarely.


Naita
Eyes opening and sliding in their sockets to meet the sight of the woman entering the room, Nai nodded.
Must be what Riife nattered about at dinner the other night, something about Lady Siri mentioning that kids connected to this place being special, bla bla bla, rock hard cake for pudding, bla bla bla, Breena connected.

"Aye, this kiddo too, according to her guardian. Or, her guardian's servant on behalf of... oh hell, this kid too."
The smile dancing on the other's lips stopped her rather snappy demeanour, and she replied likewise, face lighting up, despite her eyes keeping their sleepy glaze.

Head cocked, Breena looked up to meet the gaze of the other infant, her quick mind soaking in what information it could on whether or not the other was worth her putting on the effort of her charm.
Rather luckily for all concerned, what she saw appeared to satisfy her that no torture was to be immediately forthcoming, and so the little porcelain doll of a figure smiled becomingly.


Sajhiri
Sajhiri sighed in relief. "You don't know how happy I am to hear you say that. I thought someone just abandoned her in my home. And she behaves so strangely most of the time, I thought maybe I was just being a horrible parent."

She moved to set Naeva down on a blanket near Breena. "She normally is fine around my daughter, Rebecca, but she's with her other mother for the day and Naeva didn't stop fussing until we came here."


Naita
Wait, did she say strange behaviour? Maybe it was part and parcel with these kids. She'd certainly never heard of a kid setting fire to a maid before meeting Breena.
"Strange behaviour? You should see this one, she's..."
Here Naita stopped, unsure whether Lady Siri would want it known that one of her wards was nuttier than a squirrel's den.
"... she's, uh, such a fussy eater."

While this was true, somehow the woman felt it might sound a bit odd, given her enthusiastic start.
"Anyway, I'm not that sure about the whole deal, Breena here aint my kiddo."

Eyes never leaving the other, Breena gathered her stones, choosing the one she liked least before holding it out to the other, her most perfect of expressions affixed.


Sajhiri
Sajhiri 'Oh's softly at the revelation and she smiles. "Ah, are you just taking care of her for someone else then?" She gestured towards Naita's belly, "And are congratulations in order as well? Oh where are my manners? I'm Sajhiri Jihaar, and this is Naeva. It's nice to meet you."

Naeva looked back at Sajhiri and Naita for a moment with a small scowl, as if she knew they were speaking about her and resented them for it. She then looked to Breena. "Floogarrr!" She announced to the other child in a short burst of meaningless sound.


Naita
Nodding at both the question and the introduction, Naita smiled once more.
"Mhmm, though congratulations seem like a cruel joke when it keeps kicking!"
Half laughing, half scowling at her belly through this remark, she once more raised her eyes to the other woman's face, to continue the conversation, mini-outburst over.
"Nice to meetcha. I'm Naita, and that there's Breena Siri. I'm looking after her for Lady Siri, until she gets back from court, with one of her other kiddos."

Floogarrr? Right... more babble from the ever articulate company abound in this place.
Still, the inability of her own infantile tongue to shape her thoughts exasperated Breena still, and her response to this was only slightly more tangible.
"Hallo. Cerssstyl?"
Gods, how she hated it when her body tangled with her mind. She had been attempting to ask the other if she cared to see her crystal.


Sajhiri
Sajhiri smiles and chuckles softly as she settled into a seat not far from the children. "I sympathize, believe me. Rebecca was extremely active before she was born, and she still is. Between her and Naeva I live in a state of perpetual exhaustion."

Naeva cocked her head to one side and tried to repeat the Hello. It came out more of a "EwOOOOh!" however. Her eyes flitted to the crystal and she mumbled "Erglafoop..." It did seem somewhat affirmative in tone.


Naita
Active? Was that what they called it? Damned painful would be her own choice of words. But hey, each to their own.
"What encouraging words," she said simply, twinkle in her eye and laughter in her voice betraying the humour with which she approached most things.

Holding the small crystal out a tad more firmly, Breena again wrestled with the word, this time triumphant.
"Cccc...cccrystal?" she asked again, beaming with the utmost charm.

Though by no means a friendly, or benevolent, soul, the babe was a brilliant actress.


Sajhiri
"Oh, don't let it offput you, it's worth all the aggravation and sleep deprivation. There's nothing like looking at that little face sound asleep in your arms and realizing...you made that happen. It's kind of mindboggling but in a good way." Sajhiri dug into her diaper bag and drew out a small wallet pictures book. She opened it to a photo of Naeva playing blocks with an adorable bald baby with angel wings above her ears and huge blue eyes. "That's Rebecca..."

Naeva seemed to finally grasp the meaning and she pointed toward the crystal, nodding her head. She tried to explain it was pretty, but the word that came out was something more like "Vlishpah!"


Naita
Pictures? Lord, Naita hoped she wasn't to become the typical proud parent. Surely any life containing her genes would feel the need to bite her, should she try.
Outwardly, however, she smiled and nodded at the pictures, 'ooh'-ing and 'ahh'-ing where appropriate.

Getting the general idea of the statement, Breena shuffled her way a tad closer to the other girl, still holding out the proffered gem.
Intriguing, holding out a gift seemed a way of instilling trust into another. This could prove useful knowledge...


Sajhiri
Sajhiri grinned "You'll notice most parents take pictures when the kids are being sweet or cute. It helps you cling to sanity during the moments they're being monsters."

Naeva reached for the crystal but hesitated. Her eyes narrowed and she looked to Breena again as if studying her. Trusting was something this little girl was not. She poked a finger at the object as if checking to see if it would hurt her.


Naita
Grinning at this snippet of truth, even from an adoring parent, Naita chuckled appreciatively.
"Camer in hand 1% of the time, then?"

Of the crystal Naeva need not fear, for unlike it's owner, it was what it appeared to be.
Opening her chubby digits further, Breena continued to proffer the grey gem.


Sajhiri
Sajhiri shook her head. "More like camera in hand 90% of the time, and used 1% of the time. They never stay little long enough, so it's sort of a desparate attempt to capture things your memory might lose later."

Naeva finally reached to grasp the gem in her hand, after making sure Sajhiri was close enough by to holler to if something went wrong. "Grooooo..." she murmured. It matched her eyes.


Naita
"If their behaviour in the belly is any indication, I'd have guessed that."

Satisifed, Breena smiled on the other girl. Excellent, some seeds of trust were sown. This girl was not to be the victim of immediate torment. In this case, it seemed best to build up some manner of knowledge. No sense playing for a moment, to lose the right to play later.


Sajhiri
Naeva quietly studied the crystal. Something about it's attunement as an earth mineral spoke to her. It could be used to soothe, or to leech away pain, if used properly and in concert with the right herbs. The moment of lucidity beyond her years passed quickly, and she was once more oohing at a shiny thing. She made a valiant attempt to gum it to death in her mouth.

Sajhiri glanced over and asked quietly, "Is it ok for her to be chewing on that?"


Naita
"Hrm?" Naita grunted, before casting her eyes at the infant.
Shrugging, she grinned.
"Sure. Breenie's always being given 'em by Riife & Lady Siri, has a whole stash of the things."

Indeed, one crystal would always be replaced for Breena, and it was with approving eyes that she looked upon the rock's fate.
"Rrmph... ccc...cccoool..d" she burbled, attempting to get across the idea that 'oh my, isn't it nice that they stay cool?'


Sajhiri
Gum...slobber...gum. Naeva continued to work the crystal in her mnouth, soothing the burgeoning itch of teeth preparing to come in. Her head dipped in a nod of acknowledgement to Breena and she looked behind her at the small pile of toys Sajhiri had set on her blanket. She grabbed a rattle and pushed it towards Breena in trade.

Sajhiri seemed relieved "I'll clean it off for you before we go."


Naita
Shrugging, Naia again cast a glance at the kids.
"Don't worry about it. If I know Breena, she wouldn't take the chance of something of hers getting dirty unless it was a gift."

Turned out Naita was right. Breena had no intention of taking back something that had been in another's mouth. Her dignity, even as an infant, was far too strong.
Still, she took the rattle with an assumption of gratitude, playing with it gently.

From this excercise she was, however, torn, as Naita went through the rather tiring effort of getting up.
"We'd best be heading off, I think. Breena's guardian's butler is delivering a load of her stuff soon, and I don't want my... the woman I live with to have to deal with it."

With this, she returned the rattle to Naeva, allowed Breena to utter a burbled goodbye, and wandered off, turning to give a parting wave before leaving.

Naita
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PostPosted: Sat Jun 25, 2005 2:20 am


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Golden light of the afternoon spilling forth onto Naita's bed through a slit in her closed curtains, the woman mumbled an inarticulate string of obscenities in her sleep, and rolled over onto her belly, muffling any further speech with her pillow.
A short distance from this figure another stirred, tiny form belying it's mind, a force certainly stronger than Naita's appeared to the world.

Breena, waterfall of black locks unruffled even by slumber, eyed the adult. In her black eyes sparkled a twinge of anger. She wished to be freed from her prison of a crib, but all her attempts to wake the woman had failed, and despairing, she knew her weak body to be unfit for unaided escape.

A knock upon the bedroom's door stole her attention from this predicament, and for a moment a charming smile snaked over her pretty face. It faltered a moment when the visitor proved to be none other than Riife, a servant of her true home in Port Gino, but resumed it's place at the recollection that he, too, could free her.

A snore racked Naita's frame at this point, illiciting a chuckle from the butler before he cast his gaze upon the infant girl.
He knew well enough that that smile was little but a facade, but knew also that Breena had yet to render him any harm a simple bandage could not quickly heal. With these thoughts, he approached the babe.

"Leave!" exclaimed Breena, exasperation a little in her tone, both at her trapped position, and at her body's inability to express fully her intentions. Her words were yet to come easily, her vocabulary still too minute for real communication.
Still, the word, accompanied as it was by her tiny form stretching up to meet him, arms outstretched, gave the necessary idea, and Riife reached into the cradle to lift the tiny girl into his arms.

"Shall we go for a walk, Breenie-girl?" he queried, before turning from the room, leaving a note for it's inhabitant before they left.
PostPosted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 7:47 am


Footsteps.

Escaping the veritable maze of DS' house, Riife hummed quietly to himself, jiggling Breena unconsciously as she rested against his hip. Looking down at her pale little face, the butler smiled to himself. He was yet to bear the true brunt of her malice, managing to skirt the edges of her notice by proving useful, plying her with gifts and, like today, the ability to escape situations that displeased her. In the cold depths of her mind, he was as close to a friend as was possible. She did not wish any harm on him that a quick hospital visit could not fix.

The sun proved warm to the point of absurdity. It was enough to sizzle the skin on a person's back, and fearful for the infant's pale complexion, it took but the thought of a moment for Riife to duck underneath the shade of a large poplar, situated on a green patch to the side of the road upon which he had, until that moment, been treading.
Sitting upon the soft green blades, he placed Breena before him, sat with her legs spread out before her, arms folded tightly to match the scowl she had yet to lose.
Breena was not happy to have been imprisoned in a crib whilst Naita, the lazy sod, had slept. It was intolerable!

Careful to check the laugh rising in his throat at the sight of the girl's pretty little face marred by such an unsightly expression, Riife reached out to smooth a rogue curl that had sprung from her masses of smooth ebony locks.
"Come on Breenie, what can an old man do to cheer you up?"
The sight of a twinkle in the black pools that met his gaze worried him for a time, as a roguish smile snaked over Breena's features. She was up to something.

"Free." She stated simply, again damned by her own body's inability to express her wishes.
"Free," she tried again. "WALK!"
Granted, this last word came out in a rather exasperated grunt, but was understood well enough by her watchman. The kiddo wanted to be able to escape situations which displeased her, and had thus set her mind on walking. Well, she did seem old enough to hold balance, and it wasn't going to put Nai in TOO deep just to give Breenie one little lesson, would it?
"Righto kid, lesson time!"

~~~

The first steps to learning how to take those... first steps, were soon under way to mastery. Riife had the babe up on her wobbly wee legs, hands firmly clasped and clamping down upon his own, for now using him as her sole method of balance. It was to be expected that she would take a few tumbles, and it was many a time that the man thanked the good lord that he had chosen a soft spot for their excursion.

As the hours passed, however, she was able to make a tentative effort at movement whilst gripping him fiercely. Her balance was not yet formed, and Riife was aware it served him best not to allow the tiny girl to fall. He would suffer infinitely more than she if this came to pass, he was sure.

As the sun passed low in the sky, setting the horizon ablaze with a brilliant shock of oranges and pinks, Riife at last passed a weary glance on his young charge. It was too late in the day for any further knowledge to be imparted, and his hands were beginning to feel the pressure even such tiny hands as Breena's could provide.
Sweeping her into his arms, and heading back for Naita's abode, he smiled upon the tiny girl, again smoothing her curls.
"Good job, Breenie-girl. Good job. You'll have this down in no time."

Breena fully intended to. She had plans in store.

Naita
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Naita
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PostPosted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 7:49 am


Meeting Paestri.

Huni Pi
Huni had decided to return to the HQ as Paestri seemed to enjoy meeting Gyre. Hopefully they'd meet other Legends as well.

For once Pae wasn't sleepy, she was awake because she was excited to see who was at the HQ.

Naita
Cheeks pink from the kisses of the evening wind, nose somewhat red, and eyes glittering despite the bags underneath them, a woman made her way into the old building, almost familiar with the way now.
Her steps were slow, laborious due to the large bump attached to her middle. The babe inside was growing, and more often than not Naita's masquerade tattoo was marred by the bump of one or other body part from the child inside.

Another reason for such slow steps was the child carried without her body. This infant was rather on the small side for her age, skin pale as death's kiss, eyes black as night. Her hair, which was long enough to envelope her body like a coccoon, was equally dark, falling in soft waves like a waterfall from whence midnight drained.
Her pretty face held angelic expression, carried even to her eyes. Breena was talented in the art of deception.

Huni Pi
The warmth of the HQ was a welcomed thing as the red head made her way into the main room where the couches were. She gave a quiet sigh as she seated herself down, jade eyes gazing towards the entrance.

The infant in Huni's arms followed the woman's gaze with her own icing-pink eyes. She wondered whether or not she would meet someone, some other big person or another small person such as Gyre. Paestri smiled at the memory of the older Legend, she liked the masks and the feathers and hoped she'd see her again soon.

Naita
Headed for that room best explained as a 'lounge,' Naita stepped up her speed a tad, as much as was possible when so weighed down.

The infant in her arms was uncharacteristically lively on this day, black eyes flicking about herself, pudgy little hands reaching out as if to grab this or that, as they caught her attention. As she was used to Breena sitting quietly until a plot entered her devious little mind, Naita was labouring under some apprehension.

Huni Pi
Footsteps drew the red head's attention and saw a woman arrive. Huni smiled to her, giving a little wave before she noticed the little girl in her arms.

"Hello." she greeted warmly.


Paestri cooed in delight, it may not be Gyre but it was another girl. This one was even her age! She watched Breena with interest, the other girl's deathly pale complexion was a stark contrast to Paestri's chocolate hue.

Naita
Gaze meeting others, Naita's mouth curved slowly into a smile, eyes darting to the girl suddenly still in her arms. It was with some hope that her mind cried 'how bad could it be, maybe she's in a good mood!'

"Hallo," she responded, nodding in lieu of a wave, made impossible by the two arms wrapped about her charge.

Taking in the other girl's face, figure and coo at the sight of her, Breena's mouth echoed that of her temporary guardian, serpentine movement flicking the edges up, mouth even opening a small way, admitting a gaze of the very caps of growing teeth.

Huni Pi
To avoid any awkward silence from arising (as it often happened for the red head), Huni introduced herself and the little baby seated on her lap. "I'm Huni and this is Paestri." she smiled.

Paestri returned the smile, this one looked nice too! And she found this other girl very pretty.
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