3. Whisper of bare feet and linen (open)
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04-28-2011, 02:03 AM
Niesara
Swish... swoosh... swish...
There was the barest of soft tappings between the whispers of linen on bare legs as the barefooted young girl wandered into the place she would now call home. Wind, panic and loose ribbon had caused her hair to come free of its binding and left her brunette tresses laying soft and subtle over her shoulders and upper back.
She looked here and there, occasionally glancing behind her to be sure her bare feet left no signs of the garden imprinted on the floor. No point in messing up her home before she could even call it such out loud.
As she wandered the halls, she kept to ones she assumed were the more used ones. She had hoped to find the main parlor, or even some sort of special room set aside for the Master and or Mistress of the great establishment. Now that she was here, surely she should announce herself and see what role she would play here while learning her new trades. Anyone coming upon her would see a wide eyed young girl in her late teens, eagerness and curiosity written plain across her face.
Softly her mind would call to no one in particular. It was more of a musing than anything. She had no idea someone could possibly hear her. *Master? Lord? * A soft giggle punctuates her thoughts at how silly it seemed to be seeking someone she didn't even know the title of. *Are you here?* Then as a curious afterthought, *Come out, come out wherever you are...*
She traversed the halls in hope she was heading in the right direction... and hoped she wouldn't fall on her face when truly facing someone. Facing masks was different. There was an anonymity there that held true fear and embarrassment at bay. Face to face she could only hope that whoever she met would understand how truly strange, yet at the same time comforting, this whole experience was becoming.
***
04-28-2011, 09:58 AM
Haemon
*Come out, come out wherever you are...*
"I would think carefully before issuing that challenge to one of the lords or ladies of the court. They can be rather moody if you wake them up at this hour... "
The words seemed to come out of the shadows. In particular, this voice came from the shadow of some suit of armor so ancient that its origins were lost too time. It was kind of hard to make out the figure in the shadows. While this wasn't that strange a sight in an organization like the secret ruling class of Ruusan, this case was strange even by their standards.
The only part of Haemon that could have been seen was the dark red hair on his head and some of his pale yet still oddly glowing skin. It was one of the trade offs for working and living in a forge since the moment you were old enough to hold a hammer and know how to use it.
The reason nothing else of his body was viable was because of the fact that he was wearing two jumpers and a coat while more or less covered everything while he was sitting down. Compared to the forge, the rest of the castle was so cold and drafty. It was rare that he took the time to stop working and come up to the higher levels, but he had his reasons.
Smiling kindly at the girl who seemed to be about his age, he asked a rather important question. " So do you often call out so loudly into the darkness and expect someone you don't know to answer?"
***
04-28-2011, 11:51 AM
Nisa
Nisa startled slightly and looked to the dark figure. “I wasn't calling to anyone,” her audible reply came. *At least not on purpose* she thought.
“I am sorry if I was loud. I hadn't meant to be.” Tilting her head in her 'curious bird' look, Nisa tried to take in all that this fire haired vision before was. “Wait... did you read my thoughts? I didn't know... I mean, I knew people could read emotions. There was a woman in my town who could. She could tell you in an instant if you were happy or sad. Sometimes,” she laughed softly remembering, “she could make you happy even when you were in the deepest sorry or darkest rage you had ever been in. It was as if she instinctively knew what to say.” Looking around hoping her next words would only sound crazy to the person before her and not a bunch of lingering curious onlookers, she confessed her silly thought... “You can't do that can you? I mean read my thoughts and actually change how I feel? No one can... right?” Her nervous laugh was covering the thought that there was much more to what she had gotten herself into that pushing and pulling object.
***
04-28-2011, 12:24 PM
Haemon
"I wasn't calling to anyone. Wait... did you read my thoughts? I didn't know... I mean, I knew people could read emotions. There was a woman in my town who could. She could tell you in an instant if you were happy or sad. Sometimes, she could make you happy even when you were in the deepest sorry or darkest rage you had ever been in. It was as if she instinctively knew what to say. You can't do that can you? I mean read my thoughts and actually change how I feel? No one can... right?”
Within the short amount of time that Haemon had allowed himself to listen to the woman near him, one thing became apparent. This girl was either a criminal mastermind or a complete airhead... there wasn't much difference after a while.
Shrugging at her question, he decided to answer truthfully. "I can read emotions just as well as the next person. It's just hard to ignore someone mentally crying out for attention. Having a hard time finding your way around the castle yet."
This wasn't a question. It was a statement. Everyone who came to live in the castle got lost a hell of a lot early on for some reason or another. It was an easy place to get lost. Taking a moment to remember some of the people skills that were needed for normal interaction, Haemon seemed to beam at the woman he was talking too. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the royal forgemaster, Haemon Malka. It's a pleasure to meet you."
***
04-28-2011, 12:33 PM
Nisa
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." She frowned slightly as her found herself determined not to cower before any more of those who resided here. "I will try not to be so... ummm loud." As he mentioned his title, she smiled. She had a natural curiosity with steel. Daggers, swords, throwing knives. There was a beauty to them that somehow she failed to see in light sabers. Her brother disagreed. He was all for the technical beauty and skill required to yield the power weapons. It was one of the things they agreed to disagree on. A moment of panic filled her heart and mind before she got it under control. He was gone... she was going to have to live with it. "Yes, I am a bit lost. I was looking for the heads of house. The ones I should report to to speak of my presense. It is only proper."
When he introduced himself, something else occured to her... she had no way to reciprocate that sounded even mildly regal. "I guess I am Nisa, royal... um," she smiled then and looked at him with raised chin teasing, "I guess I am the royal morning yeller." She tried to laugh then and hoped that whatever thoughts were echoing in her mind weren't bothering anyone else right now.
Niesara
Swish... swoosh... swish...
There was the barest of soft tappings between the whispers of linen on bare legs as the barefooted young girl wandered into the place she would now call home. Wind, panic and loose ribbon had caused her hair to come free of its binding and left her brunette tresses laying soft and subtle over her shoulders and upper back.
She looked here and there, occasionally glancing behind her to be sure her bare feet left no signs of the garden imprinted on the floor. No point in messing up her home before she could even call it such out loud.
As she wandered the halls, she kept to ones she assumed were the more used ones. She had hoped to find the main parlor, or even some sort of special room set aside for the Master and or Mistress of the great establishment. Now that she was here, surely she should announce herself and see what role she would play here while learning her new trades. Anyone coming upon her would see a wide eyed young girl in her late teens, eagerness and curiosity written plain across her face.
Softly her mind would call to no one in particular. It was more of a musing than anything. She had no idea someone could possibly hear her. *Master? Lord? * A soft giggle punctuates her thoughts at how silly it seemed to be seeking someone she didn't even know the title of. *Are you here?* Then as a curious afterthought, *Come out, come out wherever you are...*
She traversed the halls in hope she was heading in the right direction... and hoped she wouldn't fall on her face when truly facing someone. Facing masks was different. There was an anonymity there that held true fear and embarrassment at bay. Face to face she could only hope that whoever she met would understand how truly strange, yet at the same time comforting, this whole experience was becoming.
***
04-28-2011, 09:58 AM
Haemon
*Come out, come out wherever you are...*
"I would think carefully before issuing that challenge to one of the lords or ladies of the court. They can be rather moody if you wake them up at this hour... "
The words seemed to come out of the shadows. In particular, this voice came from the shadow of some suit of armor so ancient that its origins were lost too time. It was kind of hard to make out the figure in the shadows. While this wasn't that strange a sight in an organization like the secret ruling class of Ruusan, this case was strange even by their standards.
The only part of Haemon that could have been seen was the dark red hair on his head and some of his pale yet still oddly glowing skin. It was one of the trade offs for working and living in a forge since the moment you were old enough to hold a hammer and know how to use it.
The reason nothing else of his body was viable was because of the fact that he was wearing two jumpers and a coat while more or less covered everything while he was sitting down. Compared to the forge, the rest of the castle was so cold and drafty. It was rare that he took the time to stop working and come up to the higher levels, but he had his reasons.
Smiling kindly at the girl who seemed to be about his age, he asked a rather important question. " So do you often call out so loudly into the darkness and expect someone you don't know to answer?"
***
04-28-2011, 11:51 AM
Nisa
Nisa startled slightly and looked to the dark figure. “I wasn't calling to anyone,” her audible reply came. *At least not on purpose* she thought.
“I am sorry if I was loud. I hadn't meant to be.” Tilting her head in her 'curious bird' look, Nisa tried to take in all that this fire haired vision before was. “Wait... did you read my thoughts? I didn't know... I mean, I knew people could read emotions. There was a woman in my town who could. She could tell you in an instant if you were happy or sad. Sometimes,” she laughed softly remembering, “she could make you happy even when you were in the deepest sorry or darkest rage you had ever been in. It was as if she instinctively knew what to say.” Looking around hoping her next words would only sound crazy to the person before her and not a bunch of lingering curious onlookers, she confessed her silly thought... “You can't do that can you? I mean read my thoughts and actually change how I feel? No one can... right?” Her nervous laugh was covering the thought that there was much more to what she had gotten herself into that pushing and pulling object.
***
04-28-2011, 12:24 PM
Haemon
"I wasn't calling to anyone. Wait... did you read my thoughts? I didn't know... I mean, I knew people could read emotions. There was a woman in my town who could. She could tell you in an instant if you were happy or sad. Sometimes, she could make you happy even when you were in the deepest sorry or darkest rage you had ever been in. It was as if she instinctively knew what to say. You can't do that can you? I mean read my thoughts and actually change how I feel? No one can... right?”
Within the short amount of time that Haemon had allowed himself to listen to the woman near him, one thing became apparent. This girl was either a criminal mastermind or a complete airhead... there wasn't much difference after a while.
Shrugging at her question, he decided to answer truthfully. "I can read emotions just as well as the next person. It's just hard to ignore someone mentally crying out for attention. Having a hard time finding your way around the castle yet."
This wasn't a question. It was a statement. Everyone who came to live in the castle got lost a hell of a lot early on for some reason or another. It was an easy place to get lost. Taking a moment to remember some of the people skills that were needed for normal interaction, Haemon seemed to beam at the woman he was talking too. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm the royal forgemaster, Haemon Malka. It's a pleasure to meet you."
***
04-28-2011, 12:33 PM
Nisa
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." She frowned slightly as her found herself determined not to cower before any more of those who resided here. "I will try not to be so... ummm loud." As he mentioned his title, she smiled. She had a natural curiosity with steel. Daggers, swords, throwing knives. There was a beauty to them that somehow she failed to see in light sabers. Her brother disagreed. He was all for the technical beauty and skill required to yield the power weapons. It was one of the things they agreed to disagree on. A moment of panic filled her heart and mind before she got it under control. He was gone... she was going to have to live with it. "Yes, I am a bit lost. I was looking for the heads of house. The ones I should report to to speak of my presense. It is only proper."
When he introduced himself, something else occured to her... she had no way to reciprocate that sounded even mildly regal. "I guess I am Nisa, royal... um," she smiled then and looked at him with raised chin teasing, "I guess I am the royal morning yeller." She tried to laugh then and hoped that whatever thoughts were echoing in her mind weren't bothering anyone else right now.