Morgaine of Avalon
05-30-08, 11:36 PM
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Niraine watched the coast line eagerly as men were coming to shore from all over. It wasn't so much the fishing that intrigued her as the beauty of the boats in the clear lagoon water. The sea was as a smooth sapphire, with the fluctuation of the surface due to the boats making it look as if it instead fluctuated with magic. As the sun was setting, she was stroking her familiar. Ghost, he was called. A snow white raven with emerald eyes.
He can take messages to anyone you want them to - no matter where he is Cersa, the sorceress she was squired to, told her once. It may take him a long time to return, but he will.
"Ghost..." She began softly, tying a letter around his claw. "You better make sure father gets this. Don't let anyone else get it - the others don't want me to talk to him, they're jealous, they'll take it. Only father, okay?" The raven could understand the importance of 'only father' at this point. He has experienced the ire of this girl's step mother before. With a quick caw, he fluttered his wings and glided on the west wind only to steer north once he achieved height.
"Little one, are you alright?" A woman's voice asked behind her. Nira turned to her and nodded. "Sorry Messum," She said, addressing her mistress as squires of the sacred art did. "I was sending Ghost with a letter to father. Sometimes he forgets to only go to father."
"You know that isn't true child," Cersa reminded her. "You tell the familiar where it needs go, whom it needs go to, and it will. You've done that, your letter will be fine. Now come, the travel has made your hair a mess." A gentle hand beckoned for her. Quietly, Nira nodded and sat before her. Cersa pulled from her pack a horsehair brush with silver paint detailing a high sorcerer's staff on the back of it's smooth darkwood surface.
Nira let the soft brush deal with the tangles of her hair for once, she was more keen to examining the peculiarities of the room they were to sleep in. She did not sit on a bed right now with her mistress, but a grass mat with many plush and colorful pillows. numerous tribal decorations were all about them, mostly adorning the fireplace.
"Messum, why are we here?" She asked Cersa anxiously. "You always told me that my training was to be done back home, in the castle with the other squires. Then suddenly you wake me up and we get teleported out here and all you'd say is 'The High Sorceress told us to go here'. Why did she want us here?"
"Because child," She began, not looking up or pausing from brushing Nira's hair. "The people of Istraloth have one of our relic's hidden in a labyrinth in their Ruined City. She needs us to go get it."
"But why you?" Nira persisted. "Messum Cersa, the order is huge! Why you, who has a squire?"
"Niraine of Ravenwood, what's this about?" Cersa said in a sterner tone. "We've been sent outside of home to do things before, why so uptight about this one?" Nira hung her head. That told Cersa immediately. "You don't like being half the world away from your father, is that it?"
She slowly nodded, picking her head up a little. "I miss him, Messum. I can't see him for a few more months now. How do I know he's getting my letters? My step mother hates me, Messum, she hates me! My letters-"
"Are going straight to his protecting hands, my poppet," Cersa assured her putting the brush down to give the girl and gentle embrace. "I know it's hard, growing up without knowing a mother's love or a father's touch. But I cannot be your parent, you know that."
Nira looked up at her questioningly. "Why? Your supposed to train me since babe-hood, how come you can't be my mother?"
"Well one, little miss, babe-hood isn't a word. I'm supposed to train you since infancy," Cersa corrected her. "And secondly, we can't attach ourselves to our pupils more than is necessary. Yes, I do love you as my pupil, but the Order does not permit me to have children. If I attach to you as if you were my child and you were sent somewhere where your life would be in danger, they don't want me to disobey my orders to go after you. So I cannot be a mother, but I can be here when you need it."
"Alright..." Nira said hesitantly, though she didn't truly understand.
Cersa smiled her white teeth and tossed her long brown hair out of her face. "Just heed your instincts, remember your training, and you will be fine. Now off to bed, we must rise early to get supplies in the market," She told her pupil, shooing her to her own sleeping mat. As Nira put her head to the pillows to sleep, Cersa hitched up her staff from the corner, aimed it to the fire, where some wood sat, and after a brief moment flames erupted from the wood.
"Sleep soundly, child," she told her, before putting her staff back. It was a beautiful thing, her staff. Flexible rowan wood bound to the sturdy oak, carved in the shape of a horse rearing. It's eyes were small beads of pure mythril, and gnarled under it's rearing legs was a sphere of jade, carved to have numerous runes across the surface. It showed up Nira's simple oak rod and quartz sphere any day. But she would get there...one day, some day...
one day, some day...
some day...
And she was asleep.
The next morning, Nira dressed in her green linen robe and tied the white and gold sash of her Messum around her waist, then helping Cersa dress in finer garb - a green satin tank top under-dress, with runes along the border in gold thread. over it was a quarter-sleeved white and gold coat that was made of the same cloth and fastened in mid-belly. Her hair was held back by a head scarf of green, white, and gold. It was now that they were going to the market.
"Our provisions are low," She reminded Nira as they browsed goods. "Never forget that casting on an empty stomach is one of the worst things you can do - you won't stop hurting for days." Nira watched as numerous fruits and breads and coins were exchanged, when something caught her eye.
Could it be...? No, the only place I've seen them is our books! But books tell us about the rest of the world...is that really...? Nira's thoughts raced. She clutched at her rod tighter, when she saw the most peculiar race that she never expected to be out here.
Niraine watched the coast line eagerly as men were coming to shore from all over. It wasn't so much the fishing that intrigued her as the beauty of the boats in the clear lagoon water. The sea was as a smooth sapphire, with the fluctuation of the surface due to the boats making it look as if it instead fluctuated with magic. As the sun was setting, she was stroking her familiar. Ghost, he was called. A snow white raven with emerald eyes.
He can take messages to anyone you want them to - no matter where he is Cersa, the sorceress she was squired to, told her once. It may take him a long time to return, but he will.
"Ghost..." She began softly, tying a letter around his claw. "You better make sure father gets this. Don't let anyone else get it - the others don't want me to talk to him, they're jealous, they'll take it. Only father, okay?" The raven could understand the importance of 'only father' at this point. He has experienced the ire of this girl's step mother before. With a quick caw, he fluttered his wings and glided on the west wind only to steer north once he achieved height.
"Little one, are you alright?" A woman's voice asked behind her. Nira turned to her and nodded. "Sorry Messum," She said, addressing her mistress as squires of the sacred art did. "I was sending Ghost with a letter to father. Sometimes he forgets to only go to father."
"You know that isn't true child," Cersa reminded her. "You tell the familiar where it needs go, whom it needs go to, and it will. You've done that, your letter will be fine. Now come, the travel has made your hair a mess." A gentle hand beckoned for her. Quietly, Nira nodded and sat before her. Cersa pulled from her pack a horsehair brush with silver paint detailing a high sorcerer's staff on the back of it's smooth darkwood surface.
Nira let the soft brush deal with the tangles of her hair for once, she was more keen to examining the peculiarities of the room they were to sleep in. She did not sit on a bed right now with her mistress, but a grass mat with many plush and colorful pillows. numerous tribal decorations were all about them, mostly adorning the fireplace.
"Messum, why are we here?" She asked Cersa anxiously. "You always told me that my training was to be done back home, in the castle with the other squires. Then suddenly you wake me up and we get teleported out here and all you'd say is 'The High Sorceress told us to go here'. Why did she want us here?"
"Because child," She began, not looking up or pausing from brushing Nira's hair. "The people of Istraloth have one of our relic's hidden in a labyrinth in their Ruined City. She needs us to go get it."
"But why you?" Nira persisted. "Messum Cersa, the order is huge! Why you, who has a squire?"
"Niraine of Ravenwood, what's this about?" Cersa said in a sterner tone. "We've been sent outside of home to do things before, why so uptight about this one?" Nira hung her head. That told Cersa immediately. "You don't like being half the world away from your father, is that it?"
She slowly nodded, picking her head up a little. "I miss him, Messum. I can't see him for a few more months now. How do I know he's getting my letters? My step mother hates me, Messum, she hates me! My letters-"
"Are going straight to his protecting hands, my poppet," Cersa assured her putting the brush down to give the girl and gentle embrace. "I know it's hard, growing up without knowing a mother's love or a father's touch. But I cannot be your parent, you know that."
Nira looked up at her questioningly. "Why? Your supposed to train me since babe-hood, how come you can't be my mother?"
"Well one, little miss, babe-hood isn't a word. I'm supposed to train you since infancy," Cersa corrected her. "And secondly, we can't attach ourselves to our pupils more than is necessary. Yes, I do love you as my pupil, but the Order does not permit me to have children. If I attach to you as if you were my child and you were sent somewhere where your life would be in danger, they don't want me to disobey my orders to go after you. So I cannot be a mother, but I can be here when you need it."
"Alright..." Nira said hesitantly, though she didn't truly understand.
Cersa smiled her white teeth and tossed her long brown hair out of her face. "Just heed your instincts, remember your training, and you will be fine. Now off to bed, we must rise early to get supplies in the market," She told her pupil, shooing her to her own sleeping mat. As Nira put her head to the pillows to sleep, Cersa hitched up her staff from the corner, aimed it to the fire, where some wood sat, and after a brief moment flames erupted from the wood.
"Sleep soundly, child," she told her, before putting her staff back. It was a beautiful thing, her staff. Flexible rowan wood bound to the sturdy oak, carved in the shape of a horse rearing. It's eyes were small beads of pure mythril, and gnarled under it's rearing legs was a sphere of jade, carved to have numerous runes across the surface. It showed up Nira's simple oak rod and quartz sphere any day. But she would get there...one day, some day...
one day, some day...
some day...
And she was asleep.
The next morning, Nira dressed in her green linen robe and tied the white and gold sash of her Messum around her waist, then helping Cersa dress in finer garb - a green satin tank top under-dress, with runes along the border in gold thread. over it was a quarter-sleeved white and gold coat that was made of the same cloth and fastened in mid-belly. Her hair was held back by a head scarf of green, white, and gold. It was now that they were going to the market.
"Our provisions are low," She reminded Nira as they browsed goods. "Never forget that casting on an empty stomach is one of the worst things you can do - you won't stop hurting for days." Nira watched as numerous fruits and breads and coins were exchanged, when something caught her eye.
Could it be...? No, the only place I've seen them is our books! But books tell us about the rest of the world...is that really...? Nira's thoughts raced. She clutched at her rod tighter, when she saw the most peculiar race that she never expected to be out here.