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 Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 6:14 pm
Valin had only just lifted her fork to her mouth and placed the food inside of her lips when the Matron seemed to find some clarity in her thoughts. Valin turned to watch her speak, all thoughts of chewing the food in her mouth completely forgotten. A female offer to take him off of her hands? What did she mean by that?! She tried to open her mouth in surprise to speak but coughed as the food left on her tongue got in the way.
"What?!" she spluttered when she could finally breath and speak normally, "That is what I am here for?!" Her face was frozen in a mask of shock and surprise for a moment before the second part of the Matron's explanation sunk in. She pressed her knuckles into the table and looked down at her food tray before sliding her darkened eyes in Mas's direction.
"You!!!" she yelled, spinning to fully face him, actually pausing to laugh before bringing her hands up in front of her, "You did lie! You actually were toying with me!" Her fingers twitched and all of the mist that had been stored in the bedroom came flooding down the halls to join the now frothing mists churning about the edge of her dress. Her voice lowered and she spoke with a calm and icy tone, "You will not make that mistake again."
It was bad enough he had not been clear on her purpose, but to invent one of his own just for her to amuse him? That was crossing a line in her mind. He did not deserve to be spared the choking hold of her mists on his throat, no, not even on his throat; within his throat. She would soffucate him as she had been tempted to do in the guest room, only this time she would not stop at wetting his clothing. No, her mind seethed, he would not get joy out of making a fool out of her. She had enough trouble doing that to herself when she had to visit the marketplace.
Her fingers flew out and the mists charged at Mas, soaking again into his clothing but this time trying to flow into his mouth and trying to blur his eyes as well. She called her Siren's song to her lips again, but this was an unforthought song, one that flowed from her rage and anger to form wordless melody. When words did congeal they were whispered into the tune, her eyes unable to meet his but her words able to peirce the damp air and reach for his ears. "Liar" and "Die" and "Lies" and "Punishment" were weaved into the song, this time the melody springing from her voice of her own accord and under her control willing it to continue instead of attempting to block it off.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 9:17 pm
Micarreth sat up in his chair stiffly. His amber eyes darting between the lady Valin, his mother, and Mas in quick little darts. He still had his smirk upon his lips. A smile of one taking delight in seeing his elder brother caught in a uncomfortable position. Even when it was Valin summonedher mists that smile did not fade...though he did take this opportunity to slink out of his chair and creep towards the door. While there was a fuss he might as well slip out and spy from a safer distance...
Mas at first did not respond. he felt rather sick. More so at his mothers words. Validating what the Guard had told him and instilling in him a muted sense of absolute misery. He despised it when his mother came out of her insanity enough to verbally berate him. She lacked the physical capability to punish him, but still. he hated hearing her speak so foully to him. particularly since he could remember a time when she had praised him. When Valin began to yell at him, Mas lifted his eves and his chin.
"I was not toying with you." Mas countered her claim. He would not deny the fact that he had lied to her though.
He spied the gathering of the mist's, and warned before by their actions, Mas quickly rose to his feet. His chair clattered behind him as he took a step away from the table. "Put your mist away Lady Valin! You are in the presence of Matron Barrith!" He rose his voice as the mist gathered about her.
It was the flinging of her hands outwards that was the key sign to him that Valin would not be appeased. So be it! Mas in turn made a gesture with his own hands and closed his eyes tightly. Throwing them downwards and to his sides, he spread his fingers. Ku'lam phor l' Chathen, doer ulu ussta Lar Mas called out as the mist surged about him. Instantly about his frame a pillar of fire roared to life. Burning with magical fury it sought to evaporate the mist as it coiled about Mas D'aun, keeping his clothing dry as he kept his eyes closed against the undeinably painful bright light of the flames.
From behind him he could hear his mothers voice, sheriking at the light that was being cast. "Out! Out! Put out that infernal light! Enough! Stop this instantly!" Her thin voice trembled as her guard drew close to her, the fourth which had been tending to her placed a hand over her eyes. Their eyes each seemed to be open, but a ghostly blue light shielded over their eyes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 9:46 pm
More mist gathered, springing from whatever water sources lay nearby. She would not be played with like some doll who had no mind of her own! Her grand Matron could try to do that to her, the marketplace could try to do that to her, but she would not allow this liar before her to toy with her in that way. Her ears were deaf to whatever ploys he might try to sate her anger.
"Liar!" was her only yell before 'The Moldau' sprang forth, her eyes seeking to lock into his to draw him fully into her Siren's spell. The tune poured from her mouth effortlessly, gathering in her mists that strove to keep the air damp despite the heat. She was an Elementalist; his fire had to die out sometime, her mists would remain as long as she had the water to replenish whatever Mas evaporated.
Her face was stoic in her rage, emotionless except for the light of her magic in her eyes and the slight downturn to her mouth as the only remnants of her feirce scowl from her earlier yell. She was wrapped in her song, the only thing it desired was for the Drow in front of her to submit to her punishment.
The Moldau grew louder, any within range of her voice and not prepared for an effect of vocal magic would become wrapped in the emotion she desired of them. In this case she only wanted the one in front of her to realize the rage he had put her into. But that would not stop it from spreading to those nearby who were caught unaware with their ears and minds open.
She did not understand the reason why others delighted in toying with her so. What she did understand at the moment was that she had been treated as something beneath what she was; which was her mother's daughter, an inheritor to the Name of Piranor. Not the House, but the Name. There was a difference; this difference being she could stand the insult of the first, she could not forgive the insult of the second.
Which was why she did not relent in her mists nor in her song. If he would only give in and admit what he had done wrong she would be satisfied, but if he continued to fight her and deny what he had done then she would press forward with all the power she had until he had submitted or she had fallen. Her song heightened as far as she could get it to without straining her voice, her eyes only blinking once at the end of the last crescendo of her beginning verse when she shouted, "You will not toy with my Name!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 3:26 pm
Mas expected the guard to get involved. With his mother throwing a fit surly they would intervene. Much to his sickened dismay though they scooped up the matron and withdrew with her. Of course...they would not wish their easy life to vanish if the events in the room turned out to be too much for the fragil old drowess to handle. Mas's eyes remained firmly closed against the flames brightness, but that did nothing to help his ears. He heard the boom of the doors closing as the Guards retreated. Leaving him undeniably on his own with the enraged Valin.
Inwardly he wanted to shake. He felt a overwhelming frustration at his seemingly constant assualt. Months ago he probably would have simply crumpled to his knees the moment he had read the letter that Valin had brought with her. Instead he had opted to try and work things to be the least problematic for him. Instead he had to struggle and fail it would seem. he felt such...frustration! Now he faced a foe and a power he was completely unfamilar with. He had been prepared for the mist. he had a few other flame spells to dissapate the mist, and another to freeze all the water in a radius about them. Without the mist he had assumed she'd be unable to fight him. His last resort was a electrical spell that was bound to harm him as much as she.
The song though was something he had not anticipated. The anger in the strange words and the power behind them were inconcieable at that moment. Mas broke his pose to clap his hands over his ears in an attempt to silence. "I was not!" He insisted vehemently. The flame of his spell flickered and weakened as he felt his strength failing quicker then it ought to. How was she doing it? How was she draining him with her words? He had not heard of such a power before. A sonic scream yes! But this was nothing of that sort!
As the flame wall about him vanished Mas dropped to his knees. He felt completely drained, even through his palms he could still hear her voice! He needed...needed a silence spell! But he did not have one prepared!
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 5:06 pm
Valin's voice continued to ring, through his protest, through the ending flicker of his flames, up until he fell to the ground. Only then did she close her mouth and lower her hands, letting the mist calm and drift slowly back to her. She took a moment to stroke her mists, hiding herself in their embrace and preparing for a possible strike back towards her.
She didn't expect he would try, but there was always that possibility. "You lied to me; you not only did not tell me the truth you told me a completely untrue story about what I was to be doing here. I do not care if you do not think it did any harm; I did," she breathed, "I veiw such acts as an insult to me and what my mind is capable of. You deliberately decieved me, you toyed with me. And for that you have paid."
Her doe eyes stared down at him, no longer angry. She was simply devoid of her emotions as what usually happened when she used the spell for prolonged periods of time. Her emotions were not gone, only buried until they had time to sort themselves out and return to their normal balance. She could call it all back in a second if she needed to, but if she didn't she would like to resume a normal conversation and possibly actually eat the food that was laying cold on the table.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 5:38 pm
"You throw around the word 'toy' as easily as a pair of dice." Mas D'aun's words came with a spiteful edge to them. Her song was ended, and the mist was not surrounding him. But he felt no less under attack by her words as it stood. His body felt weak and he certainly was drained of his magical strength, but the blue eyes that lifted to look up at her under the veil of silver hair was no more dampened in fury then had his magical flame not been extinguished.
"If there is anyone here whom has been toyed with it is I. A summoning to some female from a distant city? To show me my place? Me? Then I am the one whom is told to deliver the message? To tell this female I am lacking. I am worthless and need to be reshaped? All for what? For the vanity of my own failed matron? I listen to her mad rantings to the Goddess Lloth over my 'defective nature'. Listen to demands and canjoling and pleading to fix something that is not in need of fixing."
Mas pushed his palms against his knees and pulled himself to his feet. His lips trembled as he forced his angry gaze to steady upon Valin. "All I have done is attempt to circumvent my Matrons designs. You act as though it were personal slight to you! Ha! Are you so important that I should purposefully go out of my way to insult and play with you like a puppet on a string!? My actions were against the will of my own Matron. Unless of course it was indeed your idea to come here. Was it? Did you come here with the purpose of fulfilling your matrons desires and teaching some male how to kneel and beg and whimper on command?" His chest hurt, so tight it felt at this moment. Mas lifted a hand and made a sweeping gesture through his hair, brushing it from his brow as he decided to end their confrontation while he could still walk without shaking.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:05 pm
Valin blinked, slowly, "I do not decide what your Matron does to you, no more than you decide what my Matron does to me. It may not have been personal, but the actions were still actions and they still had the same effect." She sighed, stroking her mists and softly whispering to them.
Now that her rage had passed and it seemed as though Mas was unable to make any attack against her she was mulling over the events in her mind. "As I told you before, I did not know the purpose for which I was sent. I have no desire to be within the walls of any House; this one or my own, and I made it clear when I came that I wished to leave quickly and be out of your hair as soon as possible. Instead of telling me some simple reason and sending me off again in the time that I desired you decided to extend that period a few years, to tell me I was trapped here for such an amount of time that I did not have to spend" she said, her eyes burning back into his with their sleepy tilt, "That would be toying; that would be the base of my anger."
"I cannot change how you are treated or what others think of you, only you can do that, and in my eyes you have failed," she said, her voice flat as she began to walk out of the room, "I never gave such offense to you and you did not give me the chance to see you as anything other than how you have presented yourself to me. Instead of inviting a freind into your House you have cast an enemy out, and this enemy will never return to bother the likes of a liar as you again. Tell your Matron I am sorry but I shall have to refuse her request."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:46 pm
Never before had Mas felt such venom in him. Even as Valin turned and was leaving his lips curled into a spitefully satisfied smirk. Should she leave he would be more then happy to close these doors to her presence. One less ally of his Matrons was one less burden for him to bare.
Mas knew that to speak again would only insite another spat of words, so he was more then pleased to let the female leave. he had other things now to concern himself with. His Matron had clarity enough to set up this foolish endevor..she was getting desperate and that would ruin him. Perhaps waiting was not at all an option to him anymore.
Mas waited for Valin to leave the room, and be vacant for a good few minutes before he slowly returned to his own rooms in the level above. He had to plan. he had to clear his thoughts of these angry desires and clearly choose his path.
The only eyes that would be upon Valin as she left would be those of Micarreths. The younger Barrith boy peered around a pillar near the exit, though he certainly did nothing to hinder her leaving.
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2008 6:55 pm
And so, Valin strode from the room, her only other action to raise a brow at the younger brother as she passed by him.
Her anger was now behind her and soon would be this wretched House; then she had only to depart from her own House after she received what she was waiting for and her hunt for the Sword would continue.(I think this is over with unless you want Micarreth to do something...
If not then we can set up a rp for Valin and Divintra? mrgreen )
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