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| Amaranth | Jan 14 2008, 04:20 PM Post #1 |
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The carefully caved stone doors of the palace burst open and Amaranth strode through, her robes flapping about her like the crimson wings of a great monster. Her normally pale cheeks were tinged, no, flushed red with fury, and those extraordinary red eyes were burning with hell-fire. "How...dare...they!" The harsh words, filled with anger, seemed to take some effort to speak, as her breath was coming in short, painful gasps, her heart hammering against her ribcage with a rapidity she had never known before. But then, she had never been this angry in a long time. The man that was watching her nervously from behind was obviously intimidated at the prospect of having his throat cut by the dagger that swung from her belt and did not move. "Five years I've worked for them!" Amaranth almost screamed, "Slaving away on their hopeless plans to invade the East! Since I was a child! Since I was a CHILD! And now they've-" Her furious shrieks suddenly died down to empty silence and her eyes narrowed warily as she cast a truly evil glance at her surroundings. Ever-watchful, that was what she had been trained to be, and even in her worst tempers, that part of her personality never deserted her. She wouldn't say the next part. She couldn't say the next part. Not with who-knows-what watching. Though it was highly unlikely that any of the gutless inhabitants of the East would dare venture onto Drow land. Oh no. They were the peaceful type, the type that would curl up and go to sleep if they thought there was no threat, the type that never bothered anyone. Even so...it paid to be cautious. [size=7]Jaidyn:[/size] Somehow, Jaidyn was lonely. He never thought he could be so lonely surrounded by so many people, but they were drows after all. Now he was bored, tired, and lonely. And he had learned nothing. It had seemed it good idea at the time. Aliver would put an illusion on him, so that he looked like a drow, and he would pretend to be one of them - in the castle. He was afraid that someone would catch him, but Aliver assured him that no one could see Leaye magic. No one, not even other Leaye. Apparently, he was right. What he could not do, though, was weave a spell that caused other drows to trust him. They had no reason to, really. He had come out of nowhere, supposedly a son of a noble living far to the north. He had been in court for four days. Of course he had heard nothing; no one knew him very well, so they did not speak to him. Now he missed his leopards, his friend, and his home. As he shuffled through the grand hall, he considered just running out the doors, but he convinced himself to wait until night. Suddenly, the doors flung open, and Jaidyn stumbled backward into pillar. He raised his head to stare at a lovely woman who he should have been able to stare at, right into her snapping red eyes if he had not been covered by an illusion that made him nearly a foot taller. He knew who she was; he had seen her twice before. She was one of the leaders, someone who had paid him close to no attention before, and she continued that tradition as she swept a menacing glare throughout the group of cowering nobles. Many of them were more important than Jaidyn, son of Lord Atoron Secaina. Others, though, were just younger sons of minor nobles. jaindyn wondered why he was being passed over, until her face turned to him, and he as well was pierced to the wall by her gaze. "How...dare...they!" She screeched with such magnitude that Jaidyn wanted to reach up and cover his ears, but he did not dare. "Five years I've worked for them! Slaving away on their hopeless plans to invade the East! Since I was a child! Since I was a CHILD! And now they've-" Jaidyn stared at her, clueless as to what she was talking about, but suddenly more than interested in the conclusion of her words. Four days, and he had heard nothing of import. Now, by simply being in the same room as this leader, he was about to learn something of this plan to invade the East. Silence filled the room and Amaranth scanned the room. He carefully stepped away from the pillar. Why? Why was she stopping? Would he hear nothing after all? He took nervous steps toward her and bowed. "My lady, can I do anything to ease your fury over what they've done?" He asked, speaking for all the world as if he knew who "they" were. |
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| Amaranth | Jan 14 2008, 04:20 PM Post #2 |
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Amaranth paused at the sound of the voice that was definately an unfamilair one, male, and as she had come to expect, nervous. It acted like a powerful drug, cooling her anger and turning it into curiousity as she looked him up and down. He was quite a bit taller than her, that was the first thing she noticed. Tall and handsome, no doubt the type that she herself would've been chasing after, had she been the romantic sort of girl. He carried himself much like the other nobles in the room, his tone of voice ever-respectful -and here Amaranth smiled grimly- a little fearful. But he was the new one, was he not? Although she paid little personal attention to any of them, Amaranth made it her business to know the background and history of anyone who entered the Court. He was called Jaidyn or so she had been told, son of a noble called something like Atoron Secaina. He'd just arrived from the North, and had been at Court for four days. Amaranth had been told to keep a close eyes on him, but then again, she been warned about every new arrival at Court. Do the spies just keep coming? she sometimes wondered in her most tired moments (yes, even she could get tired) Why can't they just leave us alone? We can make our attack a nice secret for them. Surely we don't spy this much on them, dammit! Now she concentrated on Jaidyn who stood before her. He probably expecte dher attention, to be honest, he was about halfway up the social scale, more important than some, less important than others. As her red eyes fixed on his blue ones and more or less burned holes into his face, she opened her mouth to say the carefully planned words she already had prepared for this new arrival. You see, it was really worth planning for everything. "I thank you, Lord, for your attentiveness," her tone, when she spoke, was surprisingly mild, almost gentle. Can't scare him too much so he'll turn into one of the idiots behind him, can I? Amaranth shot a glare at the rest of the trembling nobles behind him and continued, "Sometimes it seems that even a Knight or Queen must play Pawn in a game of chess, no?" She was speaking, of course, of what her fellow leaders were planning, but naturally he'd have no idea of that. New ones were rarely informed of anything. |
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| Jaidyn Melthrasír | Jan 14 2008, 04:21 PM Post #3 |
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Jaidyn watched as the woman turned her gaze to him. Her eyes softened, to his surprise, and she looked at him. He resisted the urge to glance down at his own unfamiliar drow body. He suddenly realized that he would rather be doing anything that pretending to be a drow and talking to this woman, trying to decipher her secrets. He had to do it, though. It was the only way to keep the people of the east safe. He felt like just leaving right now. Choosing the Leaye and Erelle as a cause to fight for was a stupid decision, and he knew it. If he went back to Molontor, there was a place for him at court, with plenty of money, and even a promised wife, as soon as she was old enough. But he couldn't give up after starting. It was too late. With the faintest grimace, he kept walking until he reached Amaranth. She finally spoke. "I thank you, Lord, for your attentiveness," she sounded kind, but he had seen her before, and even just now. He knew she was faking it, for any number of sinister reasons. "Sometimes it seems that even a Knight or Queen must play Pawn in a game of chess, no?" Jaidyn stopped himself from gaping, but just barely. He knew his eeys were wider than saucers, but he couldn't help it. What was she talking about? Did she think he knew what she was saying, or was she saying it just to confuse him? Did she even know what she was talking about. Abruptly he regained his composure. Acutely aware that it was too late to regain his lost dignity, he smiled mysteriously. It was a smile that made women and girls smile back at him with an eager spark in their eyes. However, that was in his human body. He doubted it would have the same effect on a drow, especially this one. Even with her soft smile, she reminded him of ice. He began to form an idea that he did not think would work, even if Amaranth did not catch his meaning. It could cause her to get angry again, but she was not sharing any secrets, no matter what he did. "True enough. In the same way, though, a pawn acting as queen may reach the same ends." He kept smiling, and determinedly ignored the looks of the other nobles. |
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