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 Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 7:53 pm
Words could not descripe the depths of misery Kyil suffered. Cast out in disgrace, he had stumbled back to the Black Bottom in a numb haze. He had expected to be welcomed back within the walls of the familiar Pleasure House. How wrong he was. Madame Medusa denied him even an audiance. He had not been allowed past the entry hall of the Black, and was turned about upon his ear and tossed back into the streets a second time in only a short hour.
Kyil had seen the lives of other drow in the streets from his window. He had watched their comings and goings with muted interest, but no true desire to join them. It was a bewildering predictament for Kyil. He had no food, no coins, no allies. As he stood upon the street, his face drawn into lines of sickness, Kyil struggled to comprehend his situation. His Mistress's wrath had been something he would have willingly suffered. Any sort of pain in pennance. His ignorance of how his actions may have shamed her was unacceptable. He would have done anything to appease his Mistress. Yet she seemed to be most unforgiving and had ordered him cast out. It was those words that had struck him dumb.
Kyil had some skills that he could have made use of. Cooking and cleaning for instance. Kyil knew his way around a kitchen and laundry room. He supposed he could attempt to find a place willing to put him to work...but...
He was frightened to try. Kyil had never gone about seeking anything before. There had always been someone telling him what to do, where to go, and what his options were. He felt uncomfortable wandering down the streets of merchants in search of a place that he could find some manner of work in. Although this discomfort was not the major factor in his hesitation...
It was rather shameful really... Kyil returned to the general area where his Mistress lived, to haunt the streets as he was filled with a painful longing in his chest to see her again. Perhaps she would calm down and change her mind? Perhaps she would only cast him out for a day or two, then send someone to collect him? It was this last hopeful feeling that Kyil clung to desperatly. He could not bring himself to accept that he had been so greatly flawed that he had been thrown away like so much rubbish.
Yet the days passed and Kyil remained outside the walls of the House where his Mistress lived. Even if she had cast him outside, she had still purchased him. She was still his Mistress. Still...Kyil began to despair as his pretty clothing quickly turned to tattered rags. Such fine material was not meant for daily wearing or for sleeping in on hard surfaces. To feed himself he traded away his prescious baubles, beads, and trinkets. His hair took on a faded grey coloration as he was unable to wash it daily to keep up it's pure white appearance. Ah! And how he cried! His pink eyes were often red rimmed from the amount of tears that had fallen from them. Mistress! He wanted to return to her and throw himself at her feet to beg her to take him back. He'd do anything to obtain her favor again! Anything at all! But he never so much as caught a glimpse of her pretty locks.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 8:45 pm
Mikaril stormed through the crowds in a high bad mood; he would not be surprised if he was giving off sizzle marks and wisps of steam. He imagined that crowd members gave him a wide berth; he had discovered once that walking determinedly and looking as though you would gleefully dismember the first person to cross your path tended to keep away the unwanted queries.
When he had last set foot here, he had been a cautious, apprehensive soul who was gradually learning the ways of the shebali through a combination of trial and error and sheer dumb luck. But since he had traded in his bulky armor for a sleeker model, he had had better success. He wasn't sure if it was an increase in confidence or the fact that the armor needed no magical wards to quiet it and it was much darker and more apt to blend in. He had been delighted with it, despite the fact that his secret room was now deprived of at least half the valuables within. It had been worth it, and he did keep his old armor atop the dusty old bookshelf. He was proud of acquiring it without th approval or help of his house.
But what set his mood spiraling so far from delight was the fact that the armor also represented a milestone that he had hated to cross. He had realized that his profession now meant more to him than his original quest to find his banished brother. With this came a bitter and acidic resentment; had Triellyn ever thought of him? Did he miss him? If so, why had there been no contact for so long? He was smart; surely he was still alive and able to maintain contact. But he was gone now, and Mikaril had had to continue his training all on his own. He didn't need his brother, and he was now discovering that perhaps he didn't even want him.
As he passed a booth selling trinkets, its familiarity hit him suddenly and he stopped and blinked. Without realizing it, he had stopped at the very booth that he had purchased a set of jade earrings on a certain pretense.... for the first time since he had left the city, a ghost of a smile found his face. He had a friend here somewhere, and now that he had left behind the rank of Dalharuk and had blown off his House's efforts to keep him within Undrek'Thoz, going out to do what he liked best, he was free to come here whenever he wished; he had at least earned that much for staying alive for so long.
He began to look around him, passing the alley where he had first bumped into Kyil, trying to remember where the pleasure house was.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 8:58 pm
Another day. It was just another day. Kyil took up his point of vigil. Across the street of his matron's House, he sat upon the walkway with his knee's drawn up to his chest. Though days had passed he had not changed his routine. Much like a dog he returned to the spot where he had last seen his owner and waited diligently for her return. Or rather, for the day when one of the servants of his Mistress would cross over and tell him to follow them. Each day he sat, a faint flutter of hope in his chest every time the doors opened. Despite how long it had been that feeling had not died away yet.
Kyil's thoughts did not often wander to the past either. He had few fond memories to keep himself distracted. At least not enough to keep him through the day. Today though he glanced at those that wandered past him. As this was a fairly busy place in town there were many who walked by. Those who were familar to this section did not spare Kyil a glance. He supposed he had become as part of the scenery maybe? Some who he did not recognize did cast him glances in passing. None of them seemed any more interested in Kyil beyond checking to see if he posed a threat or had anything worth threatening out of him. No, those items were long gone. Though he did still have a hair clip, he kept it tucked carefully in the wrap of his belt so as to ensure it was not lost. He'd end up trading it in a day or two for some coins to buy himself something to eat. After that though..well...surely his Mistress would accept him back by then...yes...yes...by then...
As Mikaril wandered his way through the streets, he hardly resembled the thief he had sat and spoken with what seemed so long ago. Though he appeared familar in features, he definatly seemed...different. Kyil tilted his head as he watched the dark armored male curiously, his lips pinching into a thoughtful expression. He discounted it as the male he was thinking of, due only to the fact he saw no white upon the boldly exhibited ears.
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2008 11:12 pm
((Ah yes, the ear thing. xd That was the only tricky part for me story-wise because I forgot to tell Sho about them when she was doing his growing, but I would rather shoot myself in the foot than ask her to change it because he looks so darn cool. whee ))
Mikaril tensed as he felt a tell-tale breeze upon an ear that had poked its way out of his hood. Muttering a curse, he reached up to cover the offending ear, knowing that at this point he didn't have to, but the habit was comforting and hard to break regardless. Besides, his ears were so used to the warmth of his hood, he wouldn't be surprised if they were more sensitive to cold as a result. Hmph; of all the thing that would be more sensitive on his body; nothing useful of course....
The idea had come to him as he had been out purchasing the final result of his well-spent treasures. He had been giving some final specifications to the armour specialist when he had overheard a merchant hawking magic spells for sale. Nothing unusual, until he overheard a rather loud-voiced female customer ask if he had any spells which would create an illusion if placed over an object, making it seem as though it were something else entirely. Hearing the merchant's positive response, the idea struck him like a boulder to the head, and informing the armourer that he would return, he had walked over and asked if there were any such spells that could be attached to.......parts of a drow's anatomy to alter their appearance. The knowing wink and smile that the merchant had sent his way almost made him purple with embarassment, but the spell had been acquired, along with the added precaution that it would have to be replenished whenever he.....was finished with it. He had left the merchant alone with his dirty thoughts and walked home with armour and spell in tow.
He had found out of course that the words of the merchant were true; the spell would wear off after about 12 hours, and of course being an illusion, anyone seeing purely in the color spectrum wouldn't be fooled for an instant, but he frequented places where meager light existed, and really it was more of a precaution, since his ears had lately sensed his discomfort and were unobligingly finding their way out of his hood.
His eyes soon beheld the pleasure house, and he stopped across the busy street to look at the building thoughtfully. The last time he had been here, he had been admitted entrance only because he had been a prisoner; were it not for Kyil, he might be there still. He remembered his friend saying how little he actually left the building, but now that Mikaril had more time on his hands, he figured that he could afford to wait. Who knows; he might pull aside a servant that emerged and bribe him or her to carry a message to Kyil.
Still thinking, he leaned casually against the wall of a building, sparing a quick glance at the sad and bedraggled drow a small ways away from him. Satisfied that no threat was present there, he resumed watching the pleasure house's door.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 5:46 am
He seemed to be him. Kyil had ample opportunity to study the male as he approched a section of the walk that he was currently sitting upon. The armor had similarities with Mikarils. But that could just mean it came from the same smith had created the armor. After all, the glowing runes upon it were not that common as far as he could tell from his time out here.
He supposed that Mikaril might have managed to remove the curse that he had been inflicted with. Things could change dramatically over time after all, he himself was a example of that. Still...it was the cloak that struck him most peculiar. It looked identical. He'd never seen anyone else wear that color either. Only Mikaril seemed to be comfortable in such a easily noticed green. Was it him? Kyil rubbed a hand over the dirt darkened tattoo upon his shoulder. He did not want to interrupt the mans moment of thought, as it seemed he was in deep thought right now. Ah...but he seemed to also be gazing intently at the doors of his Mistress Zari's House. Why would he do that rather then just advancing to the doors?
Kyil unfolded his legs from his chest and by pressing his palms to the stone beneath him he stood. He felt a little gaunt, and took a moment to pinch out the pant legs of the once white silk material to better fill out his frame. Looking up he took a step towards the stranger and cleared his throat. "Ah...Mikaril?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 5:50 pm
The gentle inquiry caused Mikaril to look rapidly to his left, then to his right, where the haggard-looking drow was. He narrowed his eyes at the drow to get a better look. His eyes were constantly drawn to the others clear lack of upkeep; the ragged holes in the clothes, the dirt that caked the hair and made it dull, and the splatters of miscellaneous filth that made him wrinkle his nose in distaste.
And yet......he noticed the pink shine of the other's eyes; not the most common color for a drow's eyes, and he only knew of one other drow who had such eyes. But...he looked once more at the entrance to the pleasure house, then back at this unkempt specimen before him. There were no fine clothes, no shiny trinkets and baubles, no leering guards ready and waiting to knock your head off without so much as a 'by-your-leave.' But the eyes.....he looked once more at the tattered clothing, and noticed with a measure of shock that the clothes had once been new and expensive. There were still glints of shiny thread and patches that still looked like it had once been satin. That could only mean.....
"K-Kyil?" His eyes went wide, and he walked rapidly over until he was right in front of Kyil. He placed his gloved hands on Kyil's shoulders and gave him a little shake. "It IS you; it is! You look awful! What on Earth happened? Did the pleasure house get new management?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 6:02 pm
The initial look he recieved gave Kyil reason to regret standing and speaking to the young man. He shifted back a step under the very unfriendly gaze and lifted his hands, palms upwards, in prepareness to apologize in the most heartfelt manner he could manage for disturbing the young drow.
Yet as he would stammer his name and approch, Kyil felt quite the uplifting of spirits. His pink eyes shone and his lips turned upwards into a warm smile that seemed to defy the condition he was in. Though he really could have done without the shaking that followed.
"Ah! Mikaril! It is you! I had wondered when I first saw you." He gleefully returned. "Me? Ah I know. I'm in terrible need of a bath. but you! Look at you! You hold yourself so proudly now! A far cry from our first meeting I must say. You look positively commanding! It makes my heart glad to see you looking so fine."
Kyil paused and pursed his lips thoughtfully as he considered the explanation to his current condition. His head turned to look at Mistress Zari's House, the bright light within his pink eyes dimming signifigantly. "Ah me. I've been a dissappointment, don't you know? I've been a very poor trinket and I've lost my glimmer. I am being punished I'm afraid. But...she will call me back soon. Any day now, I just know it. Perhaps later today...or tomorrow..."
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 7:07 pm
Showing a glimmer of the young self he had only so recently left behind, he began to stammer an apology. "Sorry for being so agressive; I didn't come here in the best of spirits and I honestly wasn't looking for you outside the building...." He felt a small flush creeping up into his face as he heard Kyil's statement about him holding himself so proudly and being commanding; all he had been doing was walking about town with a pissy mood. He hadn't figured that it would work so well that his only friend would hesitate to enquire if he was speaking to the right person. As to looking fine, what an emotional price he had had to pay for that wonderful new look.
He followed Kyil's gaze to the building across the way, and he felt an uncomfortable lump form in his throat. He could only guess why his friend had fallen from the favor of the house's mistress. He wanted so badly to ask why and confirm his dread that it was his being let loose that had caused such misfortune to fall upon poor Kyil, but try as he might, he was having trouble stringing the words in order to speak them. Instead, he released Kyil's shoulders and reached down to finger a small pouch at his waist that jingled familiarly. "Wait here; I'll get you something to eat; you look as though you haven't had anything decent in days. Don't go anywhere."
Mikaril then turned and walked rapidly in the direction of a booth he had passed that sold breads and wines. He knew better than to try and buy anything too extravagant right off the bat; the simpler the better after a bout of near-starvation. He purchased some simple bread infused with herbs and a plain but strong wine and hurried back to Kyil.
Handing him a loaf and a wineskin, he crouched down beside him, his gaze keen. "You must tell me what happened."
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 7:33 pm
"Nonsense." Kyil gently admonished Mikaril as he began to apologize. His left hand lifted to wave dismissively with a hint of the gracefulness he had most often used with such movements. "It is a fine thing indeed Mikaril. I am most impressed and I believe that even if you had not come here in the best of spirits, as you say, that you have gained a aura that does not bespeak any sort of weakness. I am very happy for you."
It felt...so very good to be speaking with someone again. And more then just a apology for being in someones way. Or getting cursed at or spoken to in some offending matter. Seeing Mikaril in his fetching armor, and with his ears obviously fixed... Kyil could only assume that he had bettered himself and was as a result becoming happier. Such things never could have happened if he had let those brutish guards take him away. For all he knew something terrible and wounding would have happened. His intervention had helped Mikaril...and helping was something that Kyil truely missed doing.
"Of course I will wait here." His response was so light despite his situation. His lips pressing upwards into a smile that came as easily as breathing. Far more easily then it should have with all things considered. When Mikaril left him to go and purchas something for him to eat, Kyil turned back to his spot on the walk and settled himself back down. Though now he sat a bit straiter. Such good fortune had occured! To see Mikaril looking so well. Perhaps today would be the day then? Perhaps today would be his fortunate day and his Mistress would call him home? Kyil watched the front gates avidly, a faint remnant of a hopeful smile upon his lips.
So intensely was he watching the gate that the time slipped by without his noticing.It seemed only moments had passed since Mikaril had gone to buy food. Kyil shifted on the walk to a more comfortable position before he gratefully accepted the offered bread and wine. "Ah! Thhank you so much Mikaril. You are far too gracious. I am so very grateful for these gifts." Oh how he was! If he was not self conscious about his filthy state he would have attempted to pat Mikaril upon the arm. Taking the bread in one hand, he began to bite into the soft loaf. Despite his hunger, he was so very conscious not to eat too quickly or to take too large of bites. That would have just been unsightly after all! He took a quick drink from the wineskin though, and this he did not hold back from swallowing in long deep gulps.
"Mmmm. This is...verynice wine Mikaril. Thank you." He started to say, then paused. What had happened? Kyil shrugged his tattooed shoulder and answered in a slightly evasive manner. "I was simply lacking. That is all. I do not please my Mistress anymore. So she told the guards to cast me out of her sight. There really is not much more to tell my friend. I am waiting for her to decide that I have been punished long enough and to call me back. I am very certain it will be any day now though. I have waited very diligently for her favor to return." Kyils head bobbed as he took another bite of the bread. His pink eyes fixed upon the gate across the street. "She likes my eyes you know.She said they were the perfect color to match her cloak. I am certain when she don's her cloak again she will remember me and send someone out to fetch me. Ah! And she liked my massage too. Once she finds my oils maybe then she will remember me.... "
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 10:07 pm
As soon as he had gotten his first sip of the wine in the other wineskin, Mikaril shook his head. "I don't think so. I still remember the last time I was here; you were living in lavish surroundings, having the best food brought right to you, guards just a shout away; you were treated like the very jewel of the house. It would have to be some monumental deed to have you fall so far out of favor in so short a time. And the only such act that I am aware of.....would have been the act of setting me loose."
Not waiting for a confirmation or a denial, Mikaril leaned back and munched his loaf sullenly. It seemed as though this day had contained more unpleasant surprises than he had anticipated; not only had he found himself propelled forward along a path he wasn't sure he wanted to follow, but it also seemed like he had indirectly managed to get his only friend kicked out of his house and living on the streets like a sewer rat.
He managed another ghost smile at Kyil's observation. "Well, I suppose you could call it finding my 'aura' if you want. I was just recently declared an official thief, as officially as one could be declared such. No ceremony or any such thing, but the occasion did warrant a new set of armour. And....." He reached up absentmindedly to touch his stubbornly protruding ear. The illusion couldn't stand up to his touch, and it gave the impression that his fingertips had sunken into his ear. He withdrew his hand and looked uncomfortable. He let the sentence trail off as he failed to find a satisfactory means of finishing it.
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 2:55 pm
Kyil felt uneasy as Mikaril would so keenly determin the reason for his current state. It was difficult to continue smiling, more so now then ever before given his current circumstances. Time on the street wore away at the years of conditioning he had undergone. Still, what Kyil had been taught would not be undone so easily, and for that reason he continued to smile as pleasently as he could between bites of the bread and swallows of the wine. His pink eyes shifted evasively away from Mikaril and even his Mistress' House as he felt a sourness in his mouth. "Please Mikaril, do not concern yourself so much over that day. I have had...much time to think about certain things. I should have let the guards take you away. I should not have intervened. I should not have even let you into my chambers or shared my time with you. I certainly should not have let you leave."
Kyil tilted his head to peer at the wineskin in his hand as he took a small pause. "I am not a good slave at all. I am...flawed. Unworthy of the honor I had been given to adorn my Mistress's chambers. I deserve whatever punishment she deigns, and I am grateful to suffer for the chance to perhaps redeem myself for her. But it will not change the fact her little gem has lost it's gleam and is cracked. You see...despite all these things I know I had done wrong... I do not regret letting you leave. I would not change my actions in the past, even knowning what sort of fate would befall me. This is how I know I am a poor slave and I deserve to be where I am now, if not worse."
Kyil's eyes swept over the armor as Mikaril spoke of becoming 'official' in as much a way that a thief could be called. He certainly did not miss the strange way Mikarils fingertips seemed to vanish about the tips of his ears. So then perhaps he had not fixed his problem, but he had found a better means of covering them up besides the hood? "You do not look at ease Mikaril. It saddens me to see such a look upon your face. I wish there was a way I could help improve your mood." Kyil responded when silence followed Mikarils unfinished sentence. He tipped the wineskin back to his lips, and took another long swallow. The sweet mixture filled his belly with such a warmth! Kyil supposed that he should save some of it though. Before his fall he had never drank more then half a glass of wine, it certainly would not do to indulge too much. He wasn't certain when he'd next be able to enjoy wine and it would look poorly upon him if he allowed himself to get intoxicated. He might do something terribly embaressing then!
"Ah! I should ask you, what brought you down this way Mikaril? I should like to hear what has been happening for you if you are willing to speak of it. I find myself wondering about a new style you seem to be wearing. It is very fetching you know. Have you anyone that you have become fond of since we last talked?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 5:46 pm
((Oboy; Mika-rant! 8D))
Mikaril nodded rather glumly at Kyil's reasoning. In a way, he agreed with him. Though he loved self preservation as much as the next drow, he couldn't help but feel a little responsible. Though he honestly didn't think that something as trivial as turning a common thief loose would drop his friend so far from his mistress's good graces. True, it had crossed his mind, but he thought that surely Kyil was such a prize that it would take something much worse to even earn him a lashing, something nothing shy of spitting in her face to get him kicked out of the house entirely.
He looked rather sad as he nodded again, but this time it was not from agreeing. "You aren't flawed Kyil; you're mortal, and even immortality has been seen by me as not all it's cracked up to be. You try to be the best you can, but even when you try your hardest, there will always be times when you are forced to chose between being who you are and who you should be. That's a lesson I had to learn very hard very recently, and even now I still don't know if I chose right."
He chuckled a little and smiled at Kyil. "Believe me friend; if I thought you would be of any help whatsoever with my mood, as it were, I would gladly ask for it, but without offense to you, I think it might take something gigantic. Besides, you look like you could use more help than me."
His smile died a horrific death when the subject of his being here was breached. He set the wineskin and bread down, and his eyes seemed to suddenly gloss over, looking at nothing. "I came here because I could. Because I decided that from now on I would do as I saw fit; I've earned it. I deliberately ran away from Undrek'Thoz to show those harpies in my house that if they want to use my membership there only when it's convenient, then I shall do the same. Even if it costs me the worst beating of my life-" He paused for a moment, hearing a distant echo that assaulted only his own deformed ears. Stop it! Stop it please! Who do you think you are, telling me to stop? But....it hurts! It's supposed to, stupid male! You're nothing! Say it! I'm nothing! Say! It! LOUDER! Dying in a scream that left a ringing in his ears, Mikaril blinked in a moment of comprehension before looking at Kyil with a truly hurt expression. "I'm so sorry Kyil. I can't believe I forgot so easily. I should have let them take me to your mistress; she couldn't have possibly done anything worse than my own dear sister."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 6:17 pm
Kyil would not correct Mikaril. He'd only give him a smile with a slight wine fuzzing gleam in his eyes. Talking with Mikaril seemed to be a very different experience then it was with most other drow.Kyil could not remember any other drow that had spoken to him in such a way as to befuddle him. True, Mistress Zari had unsettled him with her initial questions about choices and what he wanted. But she very quickly accepted, or was it determined, that his desire did not matter. Only her own did. Mikaril seemed like the sort to encourage him to think more for himself, but Kyil could only think of one thing he truely wished for.... His pink eyes shifted back to the gate of the House. He wanted to serve again. he wanted to please his Mistress and see her satisfied smile. KYil lifted the wineskin to his lips, despite his earlier thoughts of saving it, and took another deep swallow.
"It...is unforgiveable though. I know what I should do. I should just do it. A good slave would just obay. I want to be though. I want to make my Mistress happy. I want to please her. It makes me feel...right. There is a great difference between us Mikaril. You are a Son." Kyil tilted his head back against the wall and turned to look at the man sitting next to him. "I am just a slave. Something bought from a Pleasure House. Just like you bought those earrings from that merchant. Do you remember those earrings? They were very nice, I rather wish I had them still."
Kyil's smile curled upwards a little more as he was smiled at from Mikaril. "It would be a unexplainable gratitude I would feel for you if there was something I could do for you. I despise this useless and cast off feeling. Though you have helped me already." Kyil lifted up the remainder of the bread before munching it down, and then paused to look at the nearly empty wineskin. had he really drank all that much already?
"Hmmm? This is good to hear though Mikaril. It sounds as if you are indeed becoming a man of your own. They should properly appreciate you and the skills you possess. I find it very admirable that you have found a place for yourself. I only hope that it is a place that makes you happy. I would be far more light hearted to know you were happy." Kyil paused then for a moment as Mikaril would apologize to him. His head shifted a little in a denying shake.
"No..no...please don't apologize to me Mikaril. It would have made me feel just..well...after speaking with you it would have made me feel terrible to know my Mistress had harmed you. As I said before, even knowing all I do now I still would not change my descion...come..let's speak of lighter things then this.." Kyil made a wobbly attempt to take another drink from his wineskin. "I would ask about that thing we spoke of in secrecy before if we were somplace more private. I would like to say you look like quite the proper young Lord indeed."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:32 pm
Mikaril noticed his friend beginning to look a tad swimmy-eyed, and was glad he hadn't chosen a stronger wine. He knew that grief for many was a feasable reason to overindulge, but it wasn't the wisest way to drown one's sorrows. As he had heard once from someone that he seemed to want to ignore and yet still listen to, 'Don't drink to drown sorrow, because sorrow knows how to swim.'
He felt sad for his friend, but he heard the sincerety in his friend's voice when he said that all he wanted more than anything else in life was to plewase his mistress. A tiny part still alive within him could sympathize; he remembered when he was a young prince how badly he had wanted to please his mother, show her that a male could do just as good as a female, and she didn't have to pine for one when he was there and ready to serve. In his naive child's mind, he hadn't known that he had never been in a position to make his mother think any such thing. The odds had been against him from the start, and it took a few beatings while the female he wanted so much to please had looked on and done nothing to make him realize the hopelessness of it. Females always had the good things in life, and his friend sitting here in rags was living proof of what each thought males were entitled to.
He nodded at the mention of the earrings, and could only guess what had become of them and all of his other pretty trinkets. He felt a fresh pang of guilt; he felt somehow responsible for those and the loss of all of Kyil's finery. He had tried to get Kyil to see what he had been missing being under the thumb of a female, and here he was now, in the dirt.
Mikaril lowered his eyes and said nothing. He knew what his sister was capable of in the art of torture, and he doubted that itr could get much worse, considering his battle-hardened brothers avoided her, after all the horror they had been through.
Feeling far from light, he nevertheless made an effort to steer his mind toward lighter things. He felt slightly foolish at being called something as grand as a young Lord, and he felt himself fidgeting like he used to as a young prince under the glaring eye of his superiors. "Nothing quite so grand as that, Kyil."
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Posted: Mon Nov 17, 2008 7:55 pm
Silence seemed the best answer following Mikaril's muted response. Normally Kyil would have attempted to hearten Mikaril with some form of praise. But with the wine in his head and his past neglect he found it rather hard to keep smileing. The corners of his lips trembeled to turn downwards and he felt the familar sore prickling in the corners of his eyes that wished to shed tears. He did not though. Rather he finished the remainder of the wine in the skin, then laid it down beside him.
"From where I sit it certainly does seem so though Mikaril. I thought I saw a young Lord with a purpose striding through the streets before. Perhaps I was mis-seeing things though. But this is the impression you have given me, and I honor you for it."
Kyil shifted his legs so as to ease a small cramp that was begining in his left foot. "I think you for the foor Mikaril. My belly is quite full now, I won't be hungry again until tomorrow. I am sure my Mistress will call for me then. It is getting quite late now for the House and I do believe she will be preoccupied with more important things, such as her own dinner and hygiene."
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