Thinking Out Loud: Fadeless.

Originall posted here...

Mordign Sevrisil was not one to take anything lying down - it was said he even made love standing up, though of course that rumour was never spoken within his hearing, though his wife had made a few choice comments about the fact that it was not entirely untrue. Not that he had visited her bed since the birth of their second child, a fact that Jae'lean Fyras r'Sevrisil made no attempt to deny pleased her greatly. The Duke had plenty of mistresses, both at court and in the country, and the Duchess cared very little for his games. Theirs was the coldest of arranged marriages, made purely for political reasons.

Kae stared at the Dol'Carn hall once again, she was bored. All this talk about taxation and agriculture played havoc with her brain, she could not understand how it managed to bind so many minds and so many afternoons. Koryan had asked her to wait for him, he had to sit with his father for this session, and she - foolishly - had opted to sit in the less comfortable section of the spectator's benches. She was alternating between kicking herself for having come at all and fighting to stay awake when Sevrisil stood and the chamber, previously rife with chatter, fell silent.

"The last time this council met I called for Swords," he said into the silence, "that call went...unfulfilled. However, changes are upon us..."

Kae leaned forward out of curiosity, her blood stirring in her body; something was about to happen. On his throne, Lantor nodded and made a gesture at Voine, who rose to his feet.

"Duke Sevrisil speaks truly. A single tenday ago emissaries were sent across the border into Kardysha to convey the First Princess' desire to meet with Caine Shadowhand," the Ryn'Carn spoke, his strong voice echoing throughout the chamber, "they were returned to us with tradition human flair: their heads in a sack."

A murmur stirred throughout the chamber, a murmur that steadily rose to a garbled, collective roar of rage and promises for vengeance.

"If we had gone to war when I suggested it those men and women would still be alive!" Sevrisil shouted over the top the noise, "if we had not listened to the First Prince, if we had disallowed his - "

"Sevrisil, this is not about your vendetta with Teforne," Vendris cut in, his voice a knife through the racket.

"We will answer this violence with steel of our own!" a voice in the benches rose, "we must!"

"The humans have never desired peace!"

"We call for War!"

The shout trilled into silence and all eyes fell on the King. Lantor pressed a hand against his forehead, rubbing his temples. He had fought so hard to maintain the ragged peace Queen Moran had brokered for Feranath, but now...

"They have left us with no choice, scouts tell us that Kardyshan forces are massing at the borders," Voine said softly, "we must counter."

Lantor nodded.

"So be it. We are at War."

Thinking Out Loud: Fadeless.

Originally posted as a 15min ficlet here...

The room was unlit, no fire in the hearth and none in the chandeleirs or candles. Vendris had no trouble making out the furniture and the shape of the others, two by the window, one by the shelves, and on seated in front of the hearth.

"You're late, Kainiri," the latter said.

"You didn't exactly leave me much time to get here after the Dol'Carn, your Grace," Vendris told him.

"Perhaps not," Duke Sevrisil mused, "but we need to talk."

"Apparently," Vendris pointed out, waving the miniscule slip of paper at him, "you said 'urgently'."

"Yes, I did."

Vendris sat down in the armchair on the other side of the fireplace.

"So, talk, your Grace, I am at your disposal," the Count told the Duke.

Sevrisil glanced around in the darkness, and waved a hand.

"Light a candle, I'm tired of this darkness," he instructed, and one of the other three complied. Vendris noted their faces as the candles lit up their features.

"Better. Wine?" the Duke offered, raising his own glass.

"No, thank you."

"As you wish."

"Stop playing with me, Sevrisil, I've got better things to do than sit here and wait for you to get to your point," Vendris said wearily, leaning back in the chair and crossing his legs comfortably.

"Your friend is costing this nation more than he's worth," the Duke stated, "and the rest of us are losing patience with him. His political influence over the King is out of control."

Vendris rose to his feet in disgust.

"You called me here to discuss the First Prince because he didn't let you win the Swords this morning. That's pathetic, Mordign. What is it you expect me to be able to do?"

"Sit down, Kainiri," Sevrisil snapped, his patience obviously wearing thin, "you are the only one who has Teforne's ear, you're the only one he listens to."

"And you want me to convince him that renewing our hostile relations with Kardysha?" Vendris asked, keeping his voice calm as he leaned against the hearth.

"I would like you to speak with him," Sevrisil stated, "he is not without reason, and he and I would make powerful - "

"I've heard enough," Vendris said, "I am not his messenger, nor am I his ambassador, or his keeper. I am his friend, as you so delicately put it. I have no intention of approaching him on your behalf for anything. Teforne Ameandir is the First Prince of this Realm, and his is the recognized Vael'ne'Nayl, you wish to sway him, then sway him."

"Be careful, Count," Sevrisil said, his voice low and menacing, "for all that your hereditary position and power at Court you are not without enemies, and don't think that we didn't notice that it was you who called for the Sixth sword. Your continued friendship with that thing - "

"Mind what you say of the First Prince, Sevrisil," Vendris interrupted, his voice as tight as the Duke's, "I do not take my friendships lightly, and Weaponsmaster or no, I will not stand here and listen to you slander him."

" - has cost you more than you know," Sevrisil continued.

"I will keep that in mind, your Grace," Vendris replied.

"See that you do, Kainiri."

Vendris gave him a shallow bow, closer to a nod, and walked past him and out of the room; none of the others tried to stop him. They glanced at his face and stepped back to let him pass.

Outside, removed from Sevrisil's apartments, Vendris forced himself to quiet, and took a breath. This is getting out of hand, he thought; something was going to have to happen with Sevrisil, or perhaps to. He took another breath and tucked a strand of auburn hair away where it wouldn't drift into his strange, amber eyes. First things first, he would have to tell Teforne about this meeting. Perhaps that would waken the First Prince's interest in the political state of the country, or at least shake it away from his depression, or whatever he wanted to call it. He blinked, and breathed out.

A few seconds later, a tri-coloured patches cat sauntered around the corner in the direction of the Nath'Nayl, looking up and out at the world with strange, amber eyes.

This takes place after the Dol'Carn in Lady of the Glaive, during which Sevrisil calls for the Swords and Vendris and Teforne mess with his plans. I'm not sure if this will actually make it to the final cut, though I think it might be a good way to introduce the Vendris/Mardis duality thing. Maybe. I'll have to think about it.

Thinking Out Loud: Fadeless.

Originally posted here...

It wasn't even her real name; "Mirror" was what they called her because that's where they'd found her: next to the Mirror Pond, one of the places where water settled in the wide open desert. She had been with the Deyshann for seventeen years now, more or less; adopted into their ranks, even doted upon by the Kardis - the great ruler of all the clans - but she didn't even know her real name. She had been six or seven when they had found her, curled up. She was human, something that the Deyshanni Elves hardly cared about, mostly peaceful as they were. Of course, the Commander of the Knights of the Veil had had a word or two to say about that, but Kardis Myriahl had stepped in and that was the end of that and Mirror had been adopted straight into her household as a ward. This meant of course that she had had an adequate playmate in the Kardis' only child, a son named Dahr'kyr. Dahr would not inherit his mother's crown or throne, that would pass to her nearest female relative, in this case a young cousin who Mirror rarely saw.

She stared up at the sky now, absently pucking at the embroidery on the veil that clung to her face. All Deyshann wore them, the longer and more elaborate the veil, the higher your status was. Ironically, only the Knights didn't wear them; practicality must have won out over showmanship.

"What're you thinking about?" Dahr asked her and she became aware that he had been watching her for some time now.

"This..Feranathi princess of yours - " Mirror started hesitantly.

"Rayhn?" Dahr offered with some amusement.

"Yes...she's a little short tempered, isn't she?"

"You have no idea, rai," Dahr told her, laughing loud enough to draw the eyes of his mother and fiance both.

Mirror studied the shapely form of Princess Rayhn Saldin-yn'Ameandir, the eldest and only daughter of Cordin of Feranath. She had heard that the the elven princess was a Visionary, able to see flashes of the future. Rumour had it that she was terrified about this marriage to Dahr on accounts that she had foreseen herself as the cause of his death, and yet, because they loved each other - and no doubt, because Dahr had probably spun a foolishly masculine line like 'I do not fear death' - they were going ahead with this anyway. Part of Mirror thought it was highly romantic, but the overpowering sense of pragmatism that she had told her that this mushy business, alliances or no, had a chance of killing her Prince. She sighed and shook her head.

"You'll like her, little sister," Dahr assured her, "in a lot of ways, you two are well-matched."

"Well, for you, I will try," Mirror murmured and Dahr smiled reaching across the distance between them to ruffle her hair.

"Hey!" she protested, trying to keep her veil in place as she tried kick back at him from the saddle. Dahr laughed again and booted his horse, catching up with his fiancee and mother.

Mirror watched him in silence for a moment as she adjusted her attire. "Well," she thought to herself, "if you love each other then be happy, but I for one will not let you die."

It was then that she saw a look that passed between the princess and her intended. There was such joy there, such unbound happiness, limitless that it made Mirror's eyes well up. That in itself made it all worthwhile, didn't it? To see Dahr this happy?

Mirror looked up into the sky and breathed in the desert air, dry and rough as it always seemed to her. High above them, the moon was full and brilliant, and all around the caravan the desert was thrumming with its age-old rhythms. Mirror smiled.Truly a beautiful night, even for one with a name not her own.

Had to change Dark'yn's name to Dahr'kyr, the pun was getting a little childish and old. I think I'll like Mirror, she might even become a regular character in Fadeless, she'd be a useful tool to spark Rayhn's temper for starters.

I realised I haven't really done a lot of work in Deyshann. I know very little about them save for the random on-off mentions of them. The Knights of the Veil already existed on accounts of their appearing in one of the battles listed in the Feranathi history. I'll have to work a little more on their structure, and on the culture as a whole.

Thinking Out Loud: Fadeless.

Originally posted here as part of the 15 Minute Ficlet, I wanna poke at this some more...


La'faen was the kind of girl who never really enjoyed social events; solstice parties on the village green seemed largey like a waste of time. Why would she need to dress up in her prettiest frock and shawl? So some young man could ask her if she would like to dance? Offer her flowers? Trinkets? Usually she ended up hovering at the edge of the green, staring longingly up at the Daesharr Temple, wondering if maybe Danayl would see fit to deliver her from this fate of boredom. Surely her parents wouldn't really object if she opted to conscript herself into the army or something? Swords were interesting, far more so than sewing. She had been up to Col'Lefyra once, with her father, to visit his dying mother. The capital city of Feranath had left her bubbling with words, trickling steadily out over her lips until her father had told her pointedly to be quieter in her excitement. She had tried. Ash and blood, she had tried so hard to hold her tongue.

Now, she glanced around, wondering where her walk away from the dancing on the green had taken her. She knew it was dangerous to wander away from the village into the woods on the Kinai, the darkest, longest night of the year, but at least here, in the darkness, away from all the fiddles and singing and twirly-whirly dancing, she could think. It was strange, here surrounded by nothing but winter-scorched and sap-bursted trees that she actually felt like she was living - enlivened by the solitude. It was like she was the only person alive out here, with all the other creatures of the forest asleep in hibernation or gone. There were no wolves in these parts, not for generations.

"Pretty night for a young woman to be out on her own," a voice said and La'faen nearly fell over as she spun around.

The speaker made no attempt to conceal herself. She was tall, taller than most women La'faen had seen; and she was beautiful - beautiful in a way that made La'faen's knees go weak with a desire she had never thought to feel for another of her own sex. The long black hair fell down around a strangely pale face, juxtaposed by the black lines that seemed to curl up to her cheek - tattoos?

"I - "

"Sorry, girl, didn't mean to scare you. I came here to get away from the hubbub at Felyriah," the woman said, leaning back against the frozen bark of an ancient oak. Felyriah? A shot of panic rushed through the young girl; Felyriah was the only place where...

"You're one of the Dar'nayl..." she breathed.

"Yes, I am," the strange woman said. It was only then that La'faen noticed the sharpeness of her teeth when her lips parted, the teeth made for killing, "don't worry. I'm not here to eat you, girl. I'm here because I can't stand parties, and I quite like frozen dead forests, somehow they make me feel like I'm bursting with life and energy. Which of course I am."

The Dark Lady...the Dark Prince's consort. Ash and blood. La'faen felt giddy with excitement, terror. The adrenalin bursting through her veins made her want to run and skip and dance. The Dark Lady seemed to study her for a moment, watching her with a lopsided smile.

"Can't stand parties either?"

"No, m'lady," La'faen squeaked, finally finding her voice.

"Kae. We're in the middle of the forest, girl, bothering with titles is stupid and taxing."

"Yes...er...Kae," La'faen said, feeling slightly bold for daring. Kae'ra Vexantris t'Ameandir tyr'Kainiri smiled at her, a brilliant toothy smile, and it was then that La'faen realised why she felt so alive: when you were staring death - or one who walked its edge - in the face, you had very little choice but to remember just how alive you were.


Thinking out loud.
Obviously this takes place after "Lady of the Glaive", the first part of The Fadeless. I'm thinking it's gotta be in the vicinity of Kainiri, given Kae's showing up there. I doubt she would run too far from Felyriah; she wouldn't stray to far from Teforne, especially during the second part. So...that gives me quaint lil village in the nearabouts of Kainiri, so it's probably on the coast?

I really wish I could draw Kae from this scene, it's after she's gone through the Awakening, obviously: the tattoos and the hair, which is black in this scene. So she's been through the Door...come out. I wonder if I can't doodle some and sketch some ideas for how it's KINDA meant to look, even if I can't draw it properly. Maybe there's someone out there who'll take pity on a drawingless writer, lolz.