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 Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:03 am
life goes on Eanah's subconscious barely had any opportunities to plague her with vague and violent memories of the Legion for some time after that. Life in the Sanctuary grew so busy for experts, masters, and their khehora that she only had a handful of days over the better part of the next year to make any meaningful advances in her own personal studies. All of the magical skills she managed to pick up in those months were purely practical, as the mages of Obsidian City were increasingly called upon to secure battlements, enchant weaponry, and fortify civilian homes.
There had been a number of reports of what seemed to be coordinated bands of Orderites on the move outside of the city, possibly readying themselves for some sort of attack. It was her first real taste of what a modern war would be and Eanah loved every minute of her patrols, even when she spent an evening doing nothing more than staring off into the night. After several months with no overt attacks, things began to settle down, much to the relief of both Leyn and Thren.
The khehora grew stronger and smarter every day, all while topping off at a height that Eanah could only describe as ridiculous. She'd always known she wasn't all that tall and it had never bothered her in more than the most fleeting of ways, but Thren dwarfed her so thoroughly now that she couldn't help but feel like a child in his presence... a stubby, spoiled child standing next to daddy's hastar. The Kiandri had slowly gained the ability to read nearly anything an incoming apprentice might, but even with his newly-honed literacy he quickly tired of the subjects Eanah found fascinating, preferring to fight dragons or explore nearby continents rather than crack open a tome. In addition to his physical growth, Thren's mental bond with the Oblivionite grew exponentially. It was still uncomfortable for them to be a great distance apart for any lengthy period, but it certainly wasn't intolerable, and the pair's ability to communicate over long distances grew as a result.
Her ability to communicate with Leyn grew as well, or rather it regrew, but their rediscovered connection was not the result of some magical mental link, but rather a supportive closeness that Eanah felt silly admitting she'd missed. Where she had once occasionally felt smothered by his presence and had even chafed against it, it now soothed and comforted her, lending her strength and chasing away the visions of her past. At times Eanah wondered if ignoring her detrimental flashbacks, even unintentionally, was all that healthy, but then another village would receive word of a threat and she would push aside her personal life for a week or two to deal with the problem.
By the time any real danger had ceased long enough to let them get back to their own affairs, Eanah hadn't had a nightmare in weeks. In an attempt to face past demons, she decided to venture to Eowyn for some training, and finding his schedule as free as hers, Leyn asked if he might tag along.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:04 am
friendly neighborhood black market There were plenty of places on Soudul where Eanah could have purchased supplies for their journey legitimately, so why she chose to buy them from Ghenen was anyone's guess. Maybe it was because most of the other vendors she knew of weren't Oblivionites. Maybe it was because his perishable wares always seemed... fresher somehow. Or maybe Eanah just liked the way Leyn looked at her when he knew she had been with the trader, with that barely disguised jealousy that he was far too polite to act on. He had no real right to do so, but sometimes she wished he would say something anyway.
"What's the matter, dearheart?" Ghenen inquired, drawing her out of her own head. He often called her by such pet names—darkling, starshine, sweet one—probably in the hope that he might one day make her blush, even though she never had obliged him.
"Nothing," Thren said, a thin, warning fork of lightning arcing between his nostrils.
"He's right. Nothing's wrong." Eanah cracked a slow smile as she brought her satchel out of her cloak.
"Glad to hear it." Ghenen opened the back of his cart, returning her show of warmth with a devious smirk. "Wouldn't want my favorite customer maudlin. What can I get you today, my muse?"
Thren grunted. The Oblivionites ignored him.
"What do you have?"
Ghenen snorted. "Everything."
"Well... I'll take everything, then."
The salesman paused as if he was waiting for her to admit she was joking or reveal some sort of hidden wagon she meant to carry everything back in. When she did not, he shook his head and grinned. "That's impossible, love. You couldn't manage all of this, even with your lizard helping."
Eanah rested her hand on Thren's shoulder in silent restraint. "I'll take what I can carry, then. We're going away for a long while."
"I'll miss you."
"I bet you will."
They stared at each other for half a moment longer, then Eanah leaned a hair's breadth forward and said, "I said one of everything. I'm in quite a rush."
Ghenen sighed. "And I said one khehora and a skinny little mage can't—"
"Two... skinny little mages." Leyn hesitated as he repeated the words, but he eventually did so anyway, raising his eyebrows and shrugging faintly when Eanah turned her surprise on him.
"Leyn, I..."
"I think everything might very nearly be possible if we leave behind some of the produce," the mage continued as he fully came into view, his gaze firmly pinning Ghenen to his cart. The vendor sighed again then nodded shallowly. He began digging through his wares, presenting several tomes to Leyn and stuffing a number of items into the large bag circling Thren's neck. When he was done, Ghenen handed Eanah a scribbled receipt and held out his palm.
"My money."
Her eyes narrowed at the lack of a pet name, but handed over all he had asked for anyway.
"I look forward to seeing you again when I restock." Ghenen turned stiffly and tugged his cart in the direction of Koralifel.
When he was out of range, Leyn added, "Or never."
"Leyn!"
He scoffed. "I can call him back if you'd like? Apologize?"
Eanah glanced up at him, a pleased smile on her lips. "No. That's quite all right. Just watch what you say while he's still within earshot."
"You didn't see him run off with his tail between his legs? He can't hear a thing."
She chuckled and shook her head.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:06 am
murderer Finding her mind to be largely under her own control again was a curious thing. For the first time in recent memory, Eanah was able to meditate without interruption, Leyn's presence a palpable tether that anchored her and helped to drive the visions away. That he wasn't at her side now was hardly of consequence. Her thoughts remained calm simply knowing he was near. Had she not been so... happy, she might have worried he was irreparably dulling her senses.
At the very least, Eanah had her spell tomes to counter those feelings, had they arisen. She had insisted on lugging nearly all of the ones she had recently purchased from Ghenen on this journey to the desert continent, but unlike the theory text she had brought the last time they'd been here, these she carried out of perceived necessity rather than spite. She had come here to learn, and that meant books. The tome she had been practicing with lately was as lively on the outside as the magic it contained, with all manner of cheeky dye splotches gracing its cover.
Conscious of Thren watching her, she decided to give one of the spells a try. Eanah raised her hands from her lap and cupped them several inches apart at the height of her navel.
"Wofufaz."
A trio of fanciful orbs formed one after another between her palms, and Thren let out an appreciative coo as they hovered toward him, sending swirls of light dancing in his eyes. Eanah assumed there were colors too, but their subtleties were lost on her. She smiled faintly at the thought of irritating Leyn with this new trick and she touched Thren's mind to warn him she was getting up before rising to her feet.
Today, Eanah wore a rare pair of leather trousers and a gauzy sleeveless shirt that mimicked a gown in every aspect except length. The frivolous fashion offered nothing in the way of protection, no shielding against something as simple as the sun, let alone the arrow that thudded into her side. It caught her as she turned, and at first she quite literally didn't realize what had hit her as she noticed movement on the horizon, a pale figure wavering in the heat. She dropped to her knees more out of instinct than pain, but when the force of her impact jolted through her, she was forced to admit that perhaps things were not quite all right.
She gingerly pressed her fingers to the shaft embedded in her skin, trying to assess the damage before she moved any farther. Thren wailed from somewhere far away. There was no one nearby to warn her that her attacker had not come alone.
Shaking fingers twined through her hair, jerking her head up and her hands off of the ground. Without their support, the hole in her side pulled a little wider and blood began to flow. A pinched, sneering face slid into her line of sight. Soon it was all she could see.
"We bring a message for your goddess," the Orderite hissed, her cracked and bleeding lips inches from Eanah's cheek. She felt a burst of pure, unadulterated hatred come from outside herself as a cool blade touched her throat.
"Your existence has corrupted Magesc long enough. Veritas be with you."
The knife dug into her flesh. She heard a burbling gasp and suddenly she was falling forward, her body freed from its tenuous captor's grip.
Eanah landed. The arrow sank deeper and she finally whimpered as she was torn apart.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:19 am
balm When Eanah awoke again, she was surrounded by Orderites. Well, to be fair, "surrounded" was probably not all that accurate a term. There were a grand total of two of them, they were elderly women, and they had a kindness to their faces that matched Maon's. She knew she should be flinching when they came near or screaming at them to keep away from her, but she was honestly too exhausted to care.
Once she had regained strength enough to move her limbs, she peered under the sheet they had wrapped tight around her, wincing at her state of undress.
"I'll have you know I had nothing to do with it this time," Leyn quipped, earning her soft chuckle. He hadn't left her side since she had regained consciousness, at least as far as she could tell, though eventually Dedera saw fit to mention that he usually stretched his legs and ate a bit while she slept. Eanah was relieved by the news. If he hadn't, she would have made him do so. Somehow.
Eventually the women left, well compensated if not all that well treated. Eanah wanted to thank them, but with her returning health came a gnawing hatred for what they represented. She found she could not be civil, and rather than hurt them for being what they were, she let them go.
After that, Eanah's waking hours settled into a sort of routine. She would lie as still as possible in their tent and Leyn would attend to her every whim. It got very boring. Her favorite part of the day came close to sunset, when he would help her sit up against a pile of their supplies and they would talk or sing or simply answer questions. They each got to ask one per day that the other vowed to answer truthfully, and Eanah made the most of it, learning more about Leyn's family than she had in the eight years she had known him. He didn't seem to mind, but he was noticeably less invasive with her, only expressing interest in the pieces of her past she'd shared long ago and the vaguest public portions of her sister's recent visit. One evening, after a thorough grilling regarding the magical logistics of her bond with Thren, Eanah found herself unable to curtail her curiosity any longer.
"I know you've seen my episodes," she said after a stretch of silence. "You've been on the receiving end of a fit or two as well, including me pushing you away for more than a year."
"Yes?" He had been about to stand and retreat to his bedroll, but Leyn paused and gave her a quizzical look instead. "You cannot control them. There is no reason we need to—"
"I've hurt you. And myself. I thought you'd be curious as to why, but instead you ask me about Thren."
"I am curious," he admitted, looking a little sheepish when he registered how quickly he had agreed. "Very much so. But I do not wish to hurt you by forcing you to explain."
"It hurts you more not to know. And I find myself anxious to tell you. To get it off my chest."
He nodded faintly, settling into the blankets around her as she began her tale.
"All right." Eanah took in a deep breath and rested her hands in her lap. "I am certain you have heard of the Legion, have you not? Well... I was one of their number."
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:20 am
stand up straightdragon hunt | one gaili, one aedaun | win An Aedaun.
I cannot afford to rely too heavily on superstition or any notion of faith, but surely the appearance of such a beast means something auspicious is on the horizon.
At the very least it looked beautiful spattered against the sand.
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:22 am
soredragon hunt | four gailis | win, loss, win, win This was not supposed to happen. I did everything in my power to keep myself from loving him, but all it took was one kiss to destroy everything I have built. I will ruin us both.
Why does something so dangerous have to make me so happy?
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:24 am
dangerousdragon hunt | two gailis | win This might ruin everything.
I don't care.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:31 pm
While Eanah is off fighting Gailis, Leyn and Thren have a lesson. (This RP happens at the same time as Dangerous.)
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 2:33 pm
twenty-one... again Leyn was out in the open when she returned to camp, his back to her as he showed Thren some lightning spell or another. The whistle of the wind served to muffle the subtle crunch her bare feet made in the sand as she approached, and when she finally pressed her fingers to Leyn's shoulder, he turned to look at her with fuzzy confusion, still half lost in his spell. She stared at him for a moment and he did the same, third eye scanning her face as if he meant to memorize every plane and curve, as if his subconscious feared she had come to say goodbye for the last time. Eanah had no intention of doing so ever again, but he couldn't know that. She had been nothing if not impulsive about such decisions in the past, so she could hardly blame him.
At her silent request, Thren planted his feet firmly in the sand, too small to fight dragons on his own, but more than large enough to stop Leyn's halting backward shuffle. Eanah advanced, curling her hand around the back of the mage's neck and standing on her toes as she claimed his mouth. He didn't hesitate to respond, now that she had made the first move. Leyn drew her as close as their bodies allowed, returning her kiss as if no time at all had passed between the cave and now. She tugged at the buttons and drawstrings that kept him clothed and he followed suit readily enough, slowed to a frustrating halt by her leather breastplate. Eanah giggled as he muttered curses at the thing, eventually giving in and helping him remove it when she grew too impatient to wait. Her giggling grew to true laughter when Thren took to the air and Leyn lost his support, dragging her down on top of him as he fell to the sand. Eanah loosed her hair as they both caught their breath, and the intensity of his gaze filled her with a longing she could no longer ignore.
High above, the khehora watched over his mages as they finally gave in to their desires, temporarily oblivious to the dangers that plagued the war torn desert around them.
- - -
"I love you."
Eanah awoke to Leyn's hushed whisper brushing past the tip of her ear. At some point they had moved inside the tent, and his words were the only sounds that broke the relative silence that enveloped them. She propped herself up on her elbow, kissing him thoroughly before responding.
"And I love you."
"Convenient."
She smiled. "Hm." There had been a time in very recent memory when she would have been terrified of being this close to a vulnerable Leyn, but all she felt at the moment was languorous happiness coupled with a possessive satisfaction that prompted her to speak before she could think. Perhaps terror might have served her better.
"Was there anyone before me?" She traced a neatly trimmed nail across Leyn's jaw with the intention of dragging it lower, but he caught her hand as it moved past his collar bone, sighing as he threaded his fingers with hers.
"That's... quite the question. Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes." She wasn't.
"There was one. A young woman by the name of Onnet when I was fourteen. And even though she was a very lovely girl, I don't think the husband and children she's earned since would appreciate me reappearing in her life."
Eanah made it halfway through his response before she was shaking her head and grinning again.
"Not what you expected?"
"I didn't know what to expect. I didn't even want to ask, I just... did."
"I'm flattered that you care."
"You're a troublemaker, flattered or not."
Leyn smirked, watching her with a dreamy intensity. Eventually, however, the moment ended. Eanah swallowed and sat up, suddenly self conscious.
"I'm hungry. And Thren is tired of sitting outside in the sand. How do you feel about getting dressed and not..." She flushed, but all it did was darken her cheeks a touch.
"You don't even have to ask. Right now, I would do anything you wanted."
"Anything?"
"Yes."
Eanah stood, smiling slightly when she felt him watching her. "Don't tempt me."
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 6:08 pm
cave of dragonshunt | no orbs | mega lose I don't know what happened in the cave, but I certainly hope too much sex is not to blame. It would be a... very unfortunate side effect, but I am not certain it would encourage me to stop.
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Posted: Fri Jun 06, 2014 10:00 am
going home Following their spectacular failure in Eowyn's famous dragon cavern, Leyn suggested that they take a break from training and orb collecting to visit the Sanctuary. If she was being honest, Eanah was a little nervous. With the way she'd been feeling and performing lately, she wasn't sure she wanted to face the Oblivionites who had raised her. When they saw how unimpressive she had become when given free rein to develop her own training regimen, they would probably be embarrassed to know her.
"You've just burnt yourself out," Leyn said, putting an arm around her as she stared out to sea. "We've been doing nothing but hunting and perfecting spells for ages now."
"Nothing?" She leaned into him and smiled, running her fingers lightly across his knee. "Anyway. If all I am is overworked, why haven't you been similarly affected?"
Leyn turned to plant a swift kiss into her hair. "I'll always be your magical superior," he said, clearly amused.
"Leyn..."
"Well, I have been at it longer than you, haven't I?"
Eanah paused, unable to think of a retort. "I suppose so, old man. But I'd wager you three tamed garghans and six baowi steaks that one day I'll surpass even you." She curled into the curve of his arm with a yawn, relaxing so completely that she soon fell asleep.
- - -
She was still groggy when they reached Maon's chambers, but the old mage didn't seem to mind at all. He greeted them with a jaunty hop and a whoop reminiscent of an off-key argaroo, smiling warmly at Eanah as he gathered her in a hug.
"I have missed you both tremendously and worried twice as much as I missed!" he crooned, holding her at arms length once he'd let her go. "I remember when you first arrived, little Eanah. So many tears!" Maon chuckled as she smiled and shook her head. "Now there is nothing to cry about, yes? Everything is happy." He glanced between her and Leyn, grinning all too knowingly.
"Yes, Maon. You're very perceptive." Leyn stepped up close behind her, resting his hands on her shoulders. "Eanah has agreed to our betrothal for the bargain price of three tamed garghons, six baowi steaks, and... a new scepter." She could hear the smile that bloomed in his voice halfway through his silly proclamation, and she found that she couldn't stop herself from responding in kind.
"Not that it's any of your business," she added, lightly jabbing an elbow into Leyn's ribs.
The old mage gasped in faux shock, covering his open mouth with gnarled fingers. "What a grand scandal," he breathed. Maon dropped his hands to his sides. "And a shock to no one. The pair of you have been moon gazing at each other since before Leyn advanced to Expert." Maon chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm terribly glad you've finally decided to let yourselves be happy. No one with our responsibilities should go through life alone."
Eanah abruptly felt the sting of unshed tears touch her lids, but unlike so many times before, these were tears of joy. She'd heard many a story of Maon's past in her youth, but she couldn't recall a one that mentioned a partner. She slid forward, wrapping her arms around her mentor once more and squeezing him tight.
"Oh, Maon."
"Don't fret too much, dear," he whispered into her hair. "I always had the two of you."
Eanah shook her head in amused disbelief as she let him go and stepped away. She liked to think of herself as difficult to read, but Maon could lay her open like a bad romance novel.
"Now get some rest, both of you. You will be expected to make your presence known tomorrow. Two brave mages cleaning up the world, yes yes."
They did as they were told, gathering their packs and welcoming Thren's bulk back into their midst as they made their way to their quarters.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 2:01 pm
surprise The next morning, Eanah awoke with the sun. She brewed a strong pot of tea, sipping at her resulting cup as she dangled her feet out of their temporary fifth story window. Prior to her and Leyn's departure years earlier, she had cherished her closed up ground floor cell, but time and experience had clearly changed her. Eanah chuckled as Thren winged past with a good morning bellow that jolted Leyn from the realm of peaceful slumber. He muttered something unintelligible, scrubbed his fingers through his hair, and dropped back onto the goose down mattress. Eanah, certain he was all right, finally bothered to check on him when she had finished her drink, but once she had confirmed her suspicions, she decided to let him be and take care of a few things on her own.
The last time she had paid a visit to Draco Veranno, Eanah had been sullen and heartbroken. Now, full of love, life, and good fortune, the mage made her way to their leader's chambers, her orb-stuffed satchel held close to her hip. She kept her pace even and her head high. Even though she was in fine spirits, it would do no good to appear foolish. She slowed as she reached the familiar obsidian doors, pushing them open and taking a cleansing breath as she stepped through. Once she was several paces inside, a haughty scoff sounded from behind the high-backed chair on the far side of the room.
"Little mage, the last time you visited me you were the picture of woe. Now you are as bright and witless as an Orderite. I think I prefer you as you were. I wished for more orbs, not for you to dull your knife's edge on contentment."
She thought to argue that she didn't use blades in her magework, just to be contrary. Then she weighed those words in her mind and realized just how stupid she would sound if she said them. She bowed her head instead.
"My apologies." The words rose bile in her throat. His laughter only made it worse.
"It's a start." Draco clapped gloved hands, rising to his feet and motioning her forward. "Enough pleasantries and small talk. Let me see what you have brought."
Eanah pulled open her bag as her soft shoes whispered across the floor, bringing her closer to the marble table that separated her from her leader. She spilled her orbs in front of him as she stopped, finally appeased by the sound he made in response, if not the words that followed.
"Passable."
Eanah nodded, lifting the flap of her bag to close it. "If that is all..." With her head lowered, she didn't notice Draco reaching toward her until his hand closed around her arm. She stiffened, inhaling sharply.
"The little mage brings me more than orbs," he said, letting her go as abruptly as he'd taken hold. "I now see why you are in such good spirits."
Having been graced with an exhaustive education in a great many subjects over her years at the Sanctuary, Eanah was well aware of the symptoms of pregnancy. As it turned out, experiencing them was very different from having them lectured into your head for days at a time. She paused, her fingers hovering near the strap of her bag, her mouth gone suddenly dry. She couldn't have articulated how she knew his meaning, but she did. She felt it. A child.
"Congratulations."
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 2:03 pm
SURPRISE! No one had ever touted Koralifel as a premier vacation destination, but that was essentially what the pair of them were doing here. Relaxing. Seeing the sights. Vacationing. Eanah stood several paces away from Leyn, her scepter planted in the ground beside her. She peered up at Twilight's Pillar in the distance, a shudder stirring gooseflesh on her arms.
"Are you all right?"
"Hm." She smiled. "Fine." She was not fine, but Leyn didn't pry. Eanah prodded the bond between herself and Thren, receiving a faint nudge of encouragement and love back down its length. The khehora had plainly refused to accompany them, citing the "heebie jeebies" as reason enough to keep away from the gargantuan lake. Eanah felt skittish and squirmy as well, but the feelings weren't solely due to the power thrumming off of the water.
A child.
She rested her hand on her stomach as it flipped, hoping to calm it, then slid it lower until it rested atop the spot where the infant grew. Of course, Draco could have been lying, setting her up for disappointment that would hone her... knife's edge, as he put it. But he had to know ripping away the promise of a child would hardly stir her warrior's heart. She would have been more motivated had he appeared to her now to admit it had all been a ruse, before she shared the news with Leyn and couldn't take it back.
He slid closer, slipping his hand around her free one before she even noticed he was there. Eanah took in a sharp breath and nearly hopped away, her heart quickening and her breath coming in huffs.
"I hate to state the obvious," Leyn said, forcing a smile. "But something is very clearly wrong."
Her hand rose to her chest, empty eyes welling with tears that didn't fall until he pulled her close. She wept against the dark fabric of his robes until she was spent of shock. When she could speak again, she raised her head and asked, "What color is this?" Her voice shook.
"Eanah..."
"Tell me what it is. I want to recall this properly."
Leyn swallowed, hesitating. "Blue. Not the pale shade of Eowyn's sky or Serenia's Amafel, but deeper. Richer. More akin to the lighter, purplish hues of midnight clouds."
"Hm."
"What's the matter?"
When she didn't answer, he lifted her chin with his knuckles, tilting her lips up to meet his. Her fingers spread wide, sinking into the planes of his chest. Blue.
"I'm pregnant."
His expression didn't change save for the barest widening of his third eye and faintest convulsion of his steady hand around hers.
"Are you disappointed?"
"No." He swallowed. "I daresay I'm ecstatic, I am simply refraining from lifting you off of the rocks and spinning you about because you... are not. Ecstatic, I mean."
"I'm terrified."
"Well, yes, there's that as well, but... this is going to be wonderful, Eanah. I promise."
"It's not anything I'd planned."
"No. It's not." His cheeks darkened, drawing a genuine smirk from her. "And save for the first time, we were very careful. But all that means is that this child was meant to exist. Not even our will could stop it." He was grinning openly now, and she smiled back, a warmth spreading through her that banished the butterflies in her stomach for the first time since she'd spoken to Draco.
She was not ready, but had it been up to her, she never would have been. Perhaps this was a gift. Their son or daughter had nothing but potential now. They could mold, teach, love. And the baby would love her in return. New tears stung her eyes, but she kept smiling as they dampened her cheeks.
"Leyn?"
"Yes?"
"You may spin me about now."
With a joyous bark of a laugh, he did.
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Posted: Wed Jun 11, 2014 2:05 pm
Thren tries to practice his reading.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2014 12:13 pm
I met a very interesting and polite young Oblivionite today. I am curious to see what he will become. If he follows in his uncle's footsteps, I will certainly be a devoted customer.
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