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 Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 2:47 pm
It was night time and Tailte had finally made it back to the city. Now she stood in the darkness and stared up at the unlit house of her fiancee and wondered just what she was doing. She was bad luck; the spirits would punish them! But she needed to at least tell them right? But if she did so... would she be able to ... walk away after that?
She desperately just wanted to hide from the world and cower in fear.. but she'd sworn an oath.. and she had to do this. Had to be strong and staying here would not help. They'd make her feel safe, they'd keep her safe.... and then her parents would never be avenged and the spirits appeased.
She took a deep breath and entered quietly; she'd have to find a way to leave the key behind when she did leave but for now it meant she could enter and get stuff with out having to deal with people.
Creeping up the stairs she entered the room that had been loaned to her to pack a few things.
If I am to be strong.. I need to leave most of this behind; she thought to herself. Take only what can help me out in the wilderness.. leave anything that might make me weak behind.
Some clothes, her books on plants... and that was it. All else she didn't need; they would have memories or be useless out in the wilderness.
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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2016 6:47 am
Tarlok had, only just then, gone to bed. When Tailte had left to her home village, everyone had been worried. She was a friend of the family, after all, and was returning to a place clearly polluted by ill omens and spirits. How much the talisman merchants believed in those ill omens and spirits was open to interpretation, but none could deny the danger posed by outsiders. Still, she was prayed for. Tarlok wouldn't admit he had trouble sleeping while she was gone. Counting their take helped - it aided the family business and helped him go to sleep, not unlike counting herd animals. Eventually, though, sorting goods and letting coin clink through his fingers did put him to sleep. He was just settling in when he heard it - creaking on the knotted wood of the stairs. It was faint, but it touched a nerve and Tarlok found himself, once again, unable to sleep. He would have to check it out. He slipped out of his quarters and tip-toed to where he heard undefinable movement - Tailte's room, or, rather, the room they had loaned her. He peeked around the door. "Tailte?!" he exclaimed, his voice constrained by the apparent need for quiet but a good bit above a whisper.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2016 8:16 pm
DraconicFeline I keep spelling her name wrong :p supposed to have 2 l's but I only put one in XD Taillte, nervous stretched already, almost screamed and jumped out her window when she herd someone whisper her name from behind her. She managed to keep from doing so; instead she only flinched and spun around quickly to see who'd found her. "Spirits..." She muttered when she saw it was Tarlok. "Just.. go back to sleep Tarlok... I... I didn't come back kay?" She said and ran a hand across her face. How was she supposed to do this? Her eyes avoided him, and instead she focused on grabbing her small pack and standing up, dusting off imaginary dust. Her face, while hidden in shadows, still held signs of weeping.. while she'd been trying to hold it in the tears hadn't listened.
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Posted: Sun Apr 24, 2016 10:15 am
Tarlok entered, leaning on the doorframe and crossing his arms, almost incidentally blocking the door (though everyting he did was definitely on purpose) "Well, now I can't sleep," he said, because you did come back." He studied her carefully, taking in the small pack, the hastily sorted through belongings, the dirt on her skin from travel... "And now you're running off without even saying hello or goodbye." His eyes drifted to her face, to the slight shimmer of tears on her cheeks. That was not a good sign. Clearly, something had happened out here, something bad. "So, since clearly I won't be sleeping for the next candlemarks," he said drolly, gesturing to her touseled sleeping mattress, "Why don't you sit down and tell me what's going on."robot kitten You should change it in the title, then.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2016 7:28 am
DraconicFeline How bad is that word color? Debating on changing it... She should just leave, it'd be easier that way! But... the easy path wasn't the path she had to take now. And if I tell them they will at least know and my parents may receive proper prayers. She took a deep breath and tried to relax. "My parents are dead. I went to try and convince them to return here but..." She had to close her eyes and push away the tears again. "I got near home and there was sounds of battle. So I just.. hid. It went on.. and on.. and I could hear mother's voice! But.. but I didn't go out. I stay hidden. And when it was over I came out and... the tall invaders had killed and left. They just.. left their bodies there! If I'd... if I'd gone out.. maybe the spirits would have kept my parents alive. If I hadn't hid... if I hadn't been a coward!" Her voice was a hoarse whisper; and she had to hold back the tears... but also anger. She was angry at herself... and at the invaders. She took a deep breath and took her glasses off to wipe her eyes clean. When she spoke her words were more under control. "I am leaving; my actions have displeased the spirits and I would not have it hit your family. As they rely upon good luck and the blessings of the spirits to get by it is best I not be here." There.. that ought to be enough reason to make him leave her alone. He was their miracle boy after all; proof of good blessings... her bad luck and the spirits anger would simply cause them trouble. And this way she could leave to become strong. Leave behind all the things that made her weak.
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2016 2:44 pm
Tarlok had known that something was wrong, and he had feared as much when she'd left to find her parents. Everyone had. They'd prayed for it not to be so, of course, but that would have been... unlikely. Impossible, it seemed. Tarlok's expression darkened as he heard her story. Impossible indeed. He approached and sat down next to her - and her pack. "If you hadn't hid, Taillte, you'd probably be with them now." he said, "Not doing... whatever this is." He looked at her, eyes gleaming in the half-light. "I understand why you want to leave." he said. Spirit curses were whimsical and contagious, after all. However, he couldn't just let her go with that. "But, Tai, what are you going to do? What do you plan to do, when you walk out of that door, your pack over your shoulder?"
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Posted: Fri Apr 29, 2016 7:17 pm
That was true.. but perhaps not? What if she'd made enough noise or ... distracted them long enough for her mother';s magic to take out more? She owuld never know. "I should have at least done something! Anything.. now.. Now all there is is guilt and the spirits anger." She stared at her hands; no sign of the blood that was on them but she knew it was there. She should have done something. "I will grow strong. I will avenge my parents." She said quietly as she looked back up at Tarlok. "I swore to avenge them. To appease the spirits. To let my parents souls rest in peace. I will toss aside things that keep me safe. Once I do that I will either survive and grow stronger or I will die. Either way I will do something." Her voice cracked again with emotion. She dreaded doing this; wanted to hide. But the guilt spurred her on wards. No more safety, no more hiding. She would do this.
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Posted: Sun Jul 10, 2016 5:10 pm
The guilt was splashed all over her face, that feeling was obvious. Tarlok wanted to reassure her that, really, there was probably nothing she could have done and, besides, if she'd gotten herself killed then her parents would definitely not be able to rest in peace, alive or dead... but he also could see that that wouldn't get through to her. She was too determined, too stubborn. If he denied her convictions again, then he would become an enemy. "Alone?" he said, softly, "You're going to do this alone?" Such a thing, he felt, was doomed to failure.
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2016 7:17 pm
She nodded in answer to his question. "I have to. Otherwise.. I'll keep hiding behind others. I'll keep relying on others... how can I get strong if I do not do this alone? And.. what if this bad luck rubs off on others? I could not forgive myself for that... anymore than I can forgive my cowardly actions." To be alone would force her to become strong. Force her to try things, to survive. It would also, she felt, atone for her sins.
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Posted: Sat Jul 23, 2016 8:47 am
robot kitten I apologize, his muse isn't... obedient[/quote Tarlok contemplated this for a moment. He could keep going, wheedling at her and convincing her. He was quite good at it, too - his entire life was convincing people to do something just out of the way of what they normally would do, and profiting from it. But that could well earn him a slap in the face. And plus... she had a point. If she wanted her revenge, she needed to train, and staying in civilization would foster an attitude of hiding, not fighting. That was just how Yael was. "That makes... Sense." Sort of. "But you don't have to do things completely alone, do you?" He smiled, "Is there any room for support in your desire for strength?"
"Because I'm not afraid of bad luck, and I'm not willing to let you do this, not without helping you."
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2016 10:33 am
She wanted to give in.. it would be an easier way out. Instead she took a deep breath and tried to voice her thoughts on why, tried to make sense of her feelings. "I... I am weak right now, I hide. If another was with me.. I would hide behind them. I would use them as a crutch. I have to burn out this weakness of mine somehow... I'm not sure I could do so if I had help, if I had company...." She paused and looked at him pitifully. "I think I would stay the same. That other people would keep me bound to the kinder cowardly parts of myself. That if I want those gone so I can avenge my parents and appease the spirits.. I have to leave that side of me behind.. leave leave it behind completely."
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2016 7:06 am
Kindness isn't cowardice. Sometimes, it is strength... He'd heard that before somewhere, but it wasn't relevant to Taillte. Not her. To him, though... "I understand that." he said, and he really did. "But I can't leave you completely alone." he said, "Your parents were good people." The monsters he'd heard about had probably killed other good people. His customers. His future customers. His suppliers. Their families... Who knew what else? "I'd like a little revenge myself."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2016 7:12 pm
She looked at him in confusion. He wanted revenge too? Why? "Um.. you want revenge.. too? Did they attack more people?" She knew that her parents had courted danger by staying behind but most hadn't... or had other villages done the same and stayed rather than flee in safety? "I.. I guess I... I do need help at first...." She gave in a bit. Mostly because she was beginning to think and realized that she didn't actually know how to live in the wilderness. Or defend herself. Sure she knew plants.. but could she survive on them? "But I cannot rely upon you solely. I need to do this and grow stronger and.. and.." Kill the cowardice within herself. Become a killer. "And change."
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2016 8:51 am
"I've heard of other attacks, sure." he said , "But again, your parents were friends of my family's, and your a friend of mine." he explained, repeating, "I'd like a little revenge for their deaths myself." Taillte was thinking entirely of herself - Tarlok wasn't surprised. He was fairly selfish, too. But she did need to think a little harder, just outside of her own pain, before going off and doing this. She needed to see that she needed help to achieve this, and that he was going to attempt to help her whether she wanted it or not. And he wanted her to succeed... and survive. "Well, yes." he said, "Obviously. I can give you supplies and information, and I can watch your back. I can keep you company and be a second set of eyes and sense." he smiled at her, offering her his hand, "There are things only you can do for yourself, but you'll have a better time of those if you're helped with the other things, right?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2016 8:03 am
Taillte wrung her hands as she thought it over, trying to get her brain to work and out of the shocked grieving state it'd been in the past few days. It ought to be smart to get help at first... and this land did have its fair share of poisonous plants and animals.... Baby steps; I can take baby steps towards appeasing the spirits and avenging my parents. Throwing myself off the deep end will only end in me dead and nothing done. "I... I can do that I guess." She mumbled before looking back up at him. "But I cannot live here. I cannot stay around so many people! I was thinking of going and living like a hermit..." A thought popped up as she finally got herself up to thinking speed once more and could think rather than just react. "I will need a teacher at first. For magic and weapons. For hunting." Her voice was calmer now, less full of panic. She now had a plan and it helped. She wasn't going to be all alone at first which also helped; she would have to keep an eye on herself to make sure she didn't rely upon him so much and stay weak as she was now. "DO you know of any hermits or... hunters that live out in the wilderness I could contact?" She asked hesitantly.She really should go find it herself; but if she got the information now she could get stronger faster. Be sensible, she thought to herself, being dead won't get me vengence anymore than staying weak.
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