[RPG] Hana: Growth

[Quinth]

~OFFICIAL "STAGE"~FIRST POST~

The year is 82 D.R., and it is the last day of the last month of the year, a traditional eve of celebration. Nobles and rich or favored individuals have collected at the Tenwalls Castle for the official declaration of a treaty between Konnall and Tenwalls, to finally end the war.

Owen de Lluth and Calisse der Feon are managing the visiting Jerienna der Feon, the newly-ascended Queen of Konnall, and her close noblewomen friends. Rhys de Owen, the young prince with tawny eyes and silver hair, sits among the younger crowd present to admire the puppet show goin on. Pwyll sings the narration as his fellow bards from the esteemed College of Canaith move their hands as tiny actors, playing out a scene of battle between the Frost Giant known as "Storm King" and Revered Gwenllian. Spymaster Alianne walks amongst the crowds to ensure that everything moves smoothly tonight, while the immense dance floor nearby spins with rich colors of dresses and costume. There are few crow-people present to act as diplomats, but hidden amongst the guards each member of the three first flocks to transform silently oversees the goings-on.

Dizzily tumbling out from between the large velvet skirts - those are in fashion again this season, it seems - of two dancers, one very young girl decides to agree with her aunt that the second bowl of punch was, indeed, alcoholic. Fanning herself, pale Sarya walks to the balconies in hopes of fresh air and happily meets a breeze to fan her long, black curls. Her dark eyes lift to the full moon in curiosity as she rests her slender arms on the balcony railing.

"Did you know it's really 499 A.V.R., not 82 D.R.?" asks a light voice from behind her.

Sarya turns to find her merrily tipsy aunt Lei gulping down another glass, sending her an amused look. "I know that D.R. stands for Druidic Reign, but what does A.V.R. stand for, wing-sister?" Sarya asks uncertainly. Her hands automatically reach to rub Blankie, which is kept hidden under her formal black dress so as to keep her mother from being fussy.

"After Vecna's Rise," replies the warrior quietly.

"Vecna, god of secrets and betrayal?" Sarya sends a dubious glance at the alcohol in Lei's hands. "If you're trying to scare me, it won't work, auntie. 500 is a round number, but that's only magical to enchanters and diviners, not necromancers."

Lei looks surprised. "I wouldn't try to scare you, fledgeling! I only thought it was an interesting thing to point out."

Sarya smiles. Lei is one of few crow-people who doesn't act cautious around her because of her father's duty to Kyprioth. She decides to change the subject before the warrior can ramble on about numbers, which had recently caught the crow-peoples' fascination toward humans. "Wing-sister, you ought not drink any more before Momma catches you off-duty."

"Yes, yes, I ought. One last thing-" Lei plucks a crow feather from her hair; it is only one of many. Sarya takes the feather curiously as it is handed to her. "A child of Sky and Dawn Crow mustn't remove their feathers for the sake of human notions," Lei advised. "Oh yes! Speaking of Sky-"

((OOC: Yes, I'm ending it there. Also, let's have everyone make In-Character posts using this type of post (Document) from now on, so it's easier to sort through. Good idea/bad idea?))  

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-First post Ellylone-

"But Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!" Whined Ellylone, claws digging in desperately at the polished marble, clutched tight to his fathers leg. Father is often a term used lightly when use with this pair. Though its true Dirk was Ellys father both in blood and rearing they appeared to be brothers! Six years had done little to age Dirk, he still seemed a boy of a tender 15 years despite the fact he had just celebrated his 101st birthday. And elly had reached his 7th summer this year, though seemed rather stunted in growth compared to his elder brother...
Dirk gave a weak smile down at his desperate son, kneeling down to ellys height.
"Now now Elly we talked about this, daddy has work to do." He stroked back his sons hair, heavy Ivory and black leather bracelets jingling softly, light catching against the carved runes and broken hearts carved deep into the pure white bone.
"I don't care!!" He clung tighter to his fathers black pant leg.
Dirked rolled his eyes, not that one could tell with his eyes of pure amber. "Elly..." He was exasperated. Ali had asked Dirk to be on hand should the negotiations start to turn sour for Tenwalls and he was more then happy to provided his Skills, it been so long since he last got to dance for the fun of it rather then deadly skill of it.
Elly turned his Amber eyes with the soft tranquil blue pupils to his fathers warm glowing ones. "Daddy please! I don't like girls! Don't make me dance with them!!"
A guard made a soft remark that neither did his father... A dark form rose from his own shadow pinching the guard’s ankle making the crow warrior hop to one foot in surprise.
Dirk sighed kissing his sons forehead. "You do not have to dance but you must behave. And keep your clothes on for Behorys sake, it took me long enough to get them on you."
Elly sighed still clutching his father’s leg. "But they itch."
"I'm sorry sweetie but formal is fashion over function I'm afraid."
"I hate formal!" Elly pouted.
"I know me too." Sighed dirk. "I feel so naked dressed like this." Which was understandable for dirk, as his normal head to toe garb was missing, traded in for the latest in high fashion in the courts, his arms bare with a high collar neck hiding his gills, and he absolutely put his foot down on that. His bare feet, like his sons, reflected on the bright marble and his young face was without his stoic mask. Well at least he felt about twenty pounds lighter.
"Is Sayra at least here?"
"Somewhere I'm sure...please don't make her cry."
"I don't, she makes herself cry!"
"Ellylone."
"Bah!" the boy finally released from his fathers pant leg, pulling at his own shirt finding it constricting. "Where's papa and peep?"
"If I know Rubix and your brother.." Dirk looked to the Banquet table, indeed seeing his elder son and mate looking throughout the spread. "Of course."
Elly pouted again, considering attaching himself back to his fathers leg only to spot from the corner of his eye his younger cousin. He also spotted a heard of girls flocking over with the cheek pinching 'oh your so cute' look in there eyes. He'd weigh his losses later. Scampering away over the marble he slid out onto the Balconies.
"Keep those cooties away from me!" He slipped behind Lei’s superior bulk, where he clutched to his aunts leg hissing at his followers.  

[Quinth]

((OOC: Feel free to join in at any time in the party, unless you're a character who will join once we're in the Realm of Faerie.))

"Elly!" Sarya smiled brightly, hands twisting in her dress in nervous shyness.

Lei glanced down at the little fox-boy. "Ah, speak of the demon. Have you heard of Sky, kiddo? According to crow myth, Sky and Dawn Crow mated together to hatch the worlds, and Sky dreamed up the first gods, who in turn birthed more gods, who in turn birthed creatures..." The crow-warrior coughed and sipped the last of her drink away, throwing the glass over her shoulder and off the balcony without thinking. Sarya squeaked and leaned over the balcony with wide eyes, but breathed a sigh of releif when the cup landed harmlessly in a patch of grass. Lei continued, unnoticing. "Nawat may be Kyprioth's Avatar, but I happen to worship my mother Sky over the Trickster. Anyway, Sky sent these to me for thee."

"For us...?" Sarya repeated skeptically, accepting the large walnut that was handed to her.

"Indeed. Crack it open when all other hope is lost, and you will be saved."

'Okay, wing-sister is very, very drunk. According to those same crow legends, Sky doesn't have an Avatar, and can't communicate with mortals without killing them,' Sarya rolled her eyes to herself.  

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Elly took the nut into the palm of his hand, sniffing it gingerly. He really wanted to chew it…
“Thank you auntie Lei!” he chirped cheerfully up to her with a winning smile. “And thank you mother sky!” he yelled up to the moonlit night. Grinning he toyed with the seemingly simple nut. “So how did Mother sky send them to you Auntie? Drop them on your head when you were napping on duty again?” He was humoring her as his father Rubix would want him too.
“Papas inside hording all the pie in the name of crows everywhere, you should go help him eat it~ Peeps stalking about there trying to blend in as a teenager, stupid scaly git. He’s only a year older then me!”