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 Posted: Mon Jan 08, 2007 11:46 pm
Into Silar - Part 1; Preparations
Having gone to the beach and not having quite enjoyed herself, Haze believed that they deserved a better vacation. One where she dictated every single detail and knew her requests (no matter how inane) would be accommodated. A devilish smile makes its way across her ruby lips as she descends the stairs into the living room. There she finds her servant Huni, playing a simple game with her adopted child Metanoia. She watched the pair clap and snap in an alternating rhythm, and listened to them chanting.
All for five seconds before she decided she was bored with their game.
"Huni, pack everyone's things and arrange for someone to watch over the house for a week. She instructed. "We're leaving Gaia for a spell."
"What do you mean everyone?" the Gaian blinked.
"Do I have to spell it out for you? Retta's things, Elias and Habi's things, your child's things, and even Keith and Shimmer's things. Honestly, what am I paying you for?" She sighed with a condescending roll of her eyes.
"Apparently to read your mind." Huni muttered beneath her breath. Noi simply stared at her mother, she was in one of her down moods it seemed. Huni could only hope the Soul didn't throw a tantrum when they went to Silar. The Gaian knew they were going to Haze's home world as she always specified leaving Gaia. Not Durem, but Gaia.
With a resigned sigh she leads Noi upstairs to one of the many storage closets in the house. She'd have to find several suitcases if everyone was going. "When you grow up Noi, don't ever become the hired friend of a spoiled, rich brat like Haze." she muttered as she rummaged through the closets.
She lugged out four large suitcases, each one big enough to fit in at least two weeks worth of clothing. They were made out of a dark obsidian leather, some dangerous beast from Silar, Huni expected. The Gaian hadn't really bother to learn about Silarian fauna.
She didn't need to pack anything for herself, nor for Haze, their armoires were magically linked to their rooms in Silar. However, she'd need to pack for the rest of the denizens of the household. She was grateful that Keith and Shimmer didn't mind having only a few sets of clothing, Keith in fact had more pants than shirts. He seemed to be able to change the designs at will. A real money-saver if Huni ever saw one. Shimmer preferred things that were breathable and wouldn't get ruined when wet. A rather limited selection in Huni's opinion. She hoped these two wouldn't mind sharing a suitcase.
While she folded and piled the clothes into the luggage, Noi simply watched her mother. She didn't feel particularly helpful and since Huni didn't ask her, she didn't see any reason to volunteer. Quietly, she sat on the floor, staring as the Gaian finished sorting and packing.
One down, three more to go.
After finishing with Keith and Shimmer's clothing, Huni thought it best that she packed Metanoia's things. "Let's go, Noi, you can show me what you want to wear for the next two weeks."
The Soul merely shrugged as she toddled after Huni with a heavy sigh. Half an hour later, Huni had chosen enough clothes for the Soul for every occassion. She ended up choosing nearly half of Noi's wardrobe. Four sundresses, three pairs of sandals, two pairs of shoes, three formal dresses, three jumpers with matching shirts, all were brand new. For one reason or another, whenever Noi wore something, it... changed. Absently she looked at what her child was wearing at this moment. The dress Noi had one had one sleeve torn, and the hem of her skirt on the same side seem to have come undone. Her socks were of the same pair, but one sock looked like it was decades since it was last washed. Her shoes were a stark contrast to each other; one shone with a newly polished gleen, the other looked like it had been buried in mud and washed in coffee.
Huni was not ashamed of Noi, she loved the little girl but she worried about the Wyndre's and what remarks they'd make. She'd end up working herself into a conniption had Shimmer not skipped past the door singing off-key.
"Noi, why don't you go make sure that Shimmer doesn't try to unpack her things?" Huni suggested as she snapped the clasps of the suitcase shut.
The Soul stared at Huni with sad eyes but nodded, quietly padding out of the room after Shimmer.
The third suitcase was for Kalderetta, a Magical Mishap and Haze's first charge. Unfortunately, she shared Haze's desire for material possessions and was a hoarder by nature. She clearly stated what she liked and refuse to acknowledge those she didn't like. The amount of clothes in her closet could rival Haze's, if she had her own magical armoire. Well, she did have her own armoire, however it could only hold a finite amount of clothing, much like Huni's. But it held far more clothes than Huni's did.
The Gaian wasn't sure if she should be offended that Haze was much more willing to buy things for Retta even though Gaian children outgrew their things far quicker than normal. Then again, it wasn't as if Huni wasn't being compensated for Haze's verbal abuse and odd requests. With a shake of her head, Huni scanned her drawers for the spare key to Retta's room.
Kalderetta was in her room, making another sheepie plush. At the sound of the door opening, the sheep-child rose in courtesy but blinked when she saw it was just Huni. The Mishap liked her guardian's servant, and would sometimes call her Aunt Huni just for the fun of it. But Haze had always made it known to the toddler that Huni was a servant first, a friend second.
"I know what I want." Retta stated, and pointed towards the armoire. "All those on left."
Well, this is going to be quick. Thought Huni as she dragged in the suitcase. Opening the armoire, Huni's jaw dropped when she saw that only one eighth of the garments were on the right side. She twitched and wondered just how she was going to be able to fit all those clothes in one suitcase.
A quick mental calculation and it was obvious that Huni would have to fetch another suitcase. She sighs and exits, returning once again to the Mishap's room. The second suitcase is smaller than the first, but is still quite large.
Retta bleated in distaste at the ugly banana-yellow color of the second luggage and immediately ordered Huni to find something else. The red-head was at a loss. The closet had run out of luggages, the remaining sets were Haze's and the Silarian did not like to share.
"I hope Elias doesn't mind using this one, then." Huni muttered beneath her breath as she switched the banana-yellow suitcase with the last obsidian one. After finishing with Retta's things, the Gaian needed a break. One she took on the couch.
A bad decision, as Irlan decided to make a surprise visit.
"Lying down on the job? What kind of servant are you?" He sneered as he shifted from the iridescent-blue insect he had been earlier. Walking to the door, he unlocked it and let his own charge in.
Malas gave Aunt Huni a small smile, something she had found herself more willing to do ever since she grew.
"Shut it, Irlan. I'm not in the mood." Huni snapped, baring her teeth in a snarl as she draped her arm over her eyes. She heard him approach and she could smell the scent of cedarwood threatening to overwhelm her nostrils. She moved her arm out of her eyes and shrieked when she saw the a large, bright blue pair of pincer jaws breathing on her. She grabbed at anything to swat the offending creature away, "I said QUIT IT, Irlan!"
The large insect clicked its pincers together in what may very well be a mocking laugh. He shifted back to his human form and leered, "See, here's the thing. You're a servant here, and last I heard you had some packing to do? Now unless you're already done with that, you shouldn't be lounging about. What do the Wyndres pay you for?"
Huni's expression turned ugly, it was one thing to have Haze talk to her that way, it was a completely different matter when it was Irlan. "Get. Out."
"Or what?" replied an amused smirk.
Huni said nothing, but there was a sudden tightening in Irlan's chest that made breathing almost unbearable. He doubled over as his stomach knotted. Literally. And if it weren't for the ringing in his ears, he would have heard bones snapping.
And then the pain stopped.
Irlan found himself on the floor, Malas staring at him from the couch. "Aunt Huni did something to you." She explained, as if her guardian wouldn't have figure it out.
"Nah, looking at her face that long just made me sick." Irlan wasn't about to let his kid think Huni could best him. Oh no, she just caught him off-guard.
And speaking of Huni, she was already upstairs packing Elias' things. "Habi, DON'T!!!" then a loud crash, and was soon followed by an equally loud keen.
"Although, I think that little creature can cause her more trouble than I can." The man grinned.
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Posted: Wed Jan 17, 2007 7:24 pm
Into Silar - Part 2; Welcome to Virall
The front lawn of the two-story house was an odd sight to behold. Four adults, each carrying a suitcase were lined up, a long-haired red-head in the very front and a short-haired red-head bringing the rear. Between these adults were two toddlers, an infant in a stroller and a curious looking animal.
The bags have been packed, the house-sitter has been instructed and paid, all necessary preparations have been made. The only thing left was to actually go to Silar. Traveling from one realm to another itself wasn't difficult for Haze or Huni, it was a simple spell grounded in a beacon of sorts back in Silar. All they needed to do was light the aforementioned beacon with their spell and that would allow a passage from Gaia to Silar to open.
This was the only Gesturemancy that Haze had bothered to learn and perfect in Gaia. After all, if she needed to go to the spa, well, she couldn't trust just anyone with her delicate skin and hair, could she?
"Are we going to stand here the whole day?" Keith muttered impatiently. It wasn't as if he disliked being outdoors, he disliked spending any time within Haze's vicinity. Or simply put, he just didn't like Haze. Period.
"Hush, you, I need to concentrate." The Silarian snapped with a glare. She took a deep breath and began to Gesture. Slowly, a portal tore itself open, beckoning people to investigate, to enter, to perhaps become lost within.
Haze wordlessly stepped through, disappearing into a vortex of swirling colors and a myriad of multi-hued lights. The next to follow was Retta, who shared the same nonchalance as her guardian. This wasn't her first trip to Silar, and judging from the first few times she knew it wouldn't be her last. She'd only have to learn how to get there on her own.
Once the sheep Mishap had vanished, her cousin Metanoia stepped up. She gripped at the orange-skinned woman's hand, though few would be able to know the older woman was her pet. A goldfish in human guise, capable of breathing in air as well as under water.
"We go we go we go now~!" Shimmer chanted in her sing-song voice. She took the lead and practically leapt into the portal, dragging the frightened Painted Soul with her.
The green-haired man sighed in embarrassment, glancing over to his owner before he wheeled the last of the children into the portal. Elias and Uninhabited marveled and squealed as they entered the pretty lights.
Finally, Huni gave once last look at the house, and prayed that Irlan would not drop by and send the house-sitter screaming his head off. It wasn't easy finding someone to who would watch a house for the meager price Huni was offering at such short notice. With a worried sigh, she steps through the portal, and arrives in the foyer of Wyndre Manor.
Haze was no where to be found, which was not unusual as the Silarian didn't think it necessary to give anyone a tour of the Manor. Huni didn't need one either, she had lived in Silar for a time and had learned the layout of the manor fairly well. Unless the Wyndres recently renovated, she was certain things remained as they were before.
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It is here that the story separates into their own branches. Each focusing on a specific group at a time. Suffice to say, Elias and Uninhabited were with their guardian, as was Kalderetta. Metanoia clung to Shimmer who, in return, stuck to Keith (much to his dismay) who simply refused to let Huni out of his sight.
The servants in Wyndre Manor cautiously approached both parties, with Rae opting to accompany Huni as opposed to her mistress Haze.
"It's been a while, Huni," the blonde greeted warmly.
"Yes, but just so you know it has nothing to do with you or Arson." Huni assured the young woman. "And speaking of Arson, he's not..." she glances around "He's not aware that Haze is back, is he?"
"Master Arson knows everything that happens in Wyndre Manor, but I doubt he'll let Mistress Haze know."
"Drat, I was hoping he'd give her a lecture or something. Or at the very least get to know her kids, even though they're not really blood relatives."
"I'm certain he will speak to Mistress Haze about it. Eventually. You know how he is whenever the subject involves his sister."
"I envy her, she has someone who's so worried and concerned about her all the time. I wish I had someone to worry about me like that..." Huni sighed.
Keith, Shimmer and Metanoia stared in awe at the corridors that stretched into eternity and at the ceilings that rose so high they could barely see it.
"Why so daaaark?" Shimmer whimpered, noting how the drawn curtains could barely let light filter in through the windows. She reached out to tug at one, parting them just enough to allow her a glimpse of the outside.
The sun was hiding behind ominous, dark clouds.
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