Alyssia Kanath
04-24-2006, 12:27 PM
She lay in darkness....
The only light that illuminated the common room of her home was the soft golden glow of the last burning embers in the fireplace. She had not bothered to stoke it, to stir it back to life...content with watching it slowly burn itself out. Upon the couch she lay, arms folded and head propped against the soft pillow that set against the armrest. The day had been long and drawn out...much more time it seemed than a day should hold. It had started out well enough, waking next to her lover and wrapped in his embrace, body weary from a long night of lovemaking and laughter, yet mind well rested from deep contented slumber. Sleeping late into the morning she had risen long after Etrirc had gotten up to take on his daily Eshu wanderings. And now she began to doze off, exhausted from her day...but it's memories still weaved within her mind.
Rising late that morning, she had shrugged on her long indigo hued robe she had sat at her desk and finished her paperwork before setting out to run her own errands. At one point wandering to Bedlam's mercantile to speak briefly with Rithalas and Julieanna for some armor revisions. Aedon had shown up, a fact which annoyed Alyssia near instantly as his mouth had once again began running with nothing to fuel it but his own ignorance.
Thankfully however he had left soon after and she once again went about her errands, heading to the Aegis to peruse a few shops she frequented. She knew that there was a chance of having a confrontation with any of those of Connemara within the confines of the Aegis, but being stubborn and unafraid of such she had gone anyway. Alyssia didn't want a fight...despite the growing tensions between the Queen's court and those of Connemara. Aedon's hatred of the Fae had begun to take on a new level of ire, and so therefore a threat was beginning to grow...
But she was stubborn...and refused to avoid an area that she had spent so many years defending in her youth.
It was she who had fought in the orc wars...defending Yew against the Orcish and Undead invaders...not Aedon nor his people.
It was Alyssia and the Rangers of the Heart who had aided the Shadow Rangers those years ago to keep the forests of what was now the Aegis safe from those who would do ill to all those who dwelled within....along with the friendship of the now dwindling Celts. Not Aedon or his "Knights".
She had lived here...long before his people had ever been whispered of.
She had ridden these lands long before even the Knights of Yew had taken up residence.
She had more right to ride those woods than most of them...and so she would...without care that they would confront and question her right to be there.
Her rights were her own...and no business of theirs.
She had defended Yew...Aegis...long before most of them had been a warm wet tingling in their daddie's trousers as she would say.
Alyssia had smirked to herself as she rode and was greeted with the disaproving visage of Aedon as Thundermane trotted through the wood towards the moongate. There were times when she and Aedon could almost get along. Times when their banter was less acidic and more cordial. But this would not be one of those days. She listened as he rambled and spouted about the fae. About how they had not stood to fight against the menace that had made itself known outside the doors of the Saints and Spirits. She knew the truth of it. Elisandra had come in limping and snarling about how his mount had trod over her foot as he rampaged up with his men without even surveying the scene. When she saw Beleg and Ahmaya arrive out the window, Alyssia had been near vibrating with worry over Ahmaya being out there within the midst of conflict....hopping from window to window in order to keep the elven woman within her sights, hoping desparately that she not get hurt. Carrying a cub made it no place for her to be...and had she looked to be in immediate danger Alyssia would have flown out of that tavern and done what she could to defend her. But the Queen had ordered their neutrality in this matter...
Because that's what they had wanted....The Yew council had basically told Silvara that it was not her jurisdiction an therefore they did not want her involvement..nor that of her court.
And so Silvara was just giving them what they wanted....
And now it made them angry?
Torn..always so torn. Alyssia was tired of fighting...and tired of politics...but they followed her wherever she went.
She could bear to hear no more of Aedon's ignorance, and before her own tongue became too sharp for even her to bear she jerked Thundermane's reigns and rode to the Freehold in annoyance.
As she had walked up upon the roof of the Palace in preparation for court, the Thunderlord sighed and looked up to the sky. The weather was warm and sunlight streamed down. Birds sang happily and a gentle breeze stirred her hair....
The calm before the storm....
But for now...she slept...there upon the couch of her common...preparing for that tempest that loomed upon the horizon.
The only light that illuminated the common room of her home was the soft golden glow of the last burning embers in the fireplace. She had not bothered to stoke it, to stir it back to life...content with watching it slowly burn itself out. Upon the couch she lay, arms folded and head propped against the soft pillow that set against the armrest. The day had been long and drawn out...much more time it seemed than a day should hold. It had started out well enough, waking next to her lover and wrapped in his embrace, body weary from a long night of lovemaking and laughter, yet mind well rested from deep contented slumber. Sleeping late into the morning she had risen long after Etrirc had gotten up to take on his daily Eshu wanderings. And now she began to doze off, exhausted from her day...but it's memories still weaved within her mind.
Rising late that morning, she had shrugged on her long indigo hued robe she had sat at her desk and finished her paperwork before setting out to run her own errands. At one point wandering to Bedlam's mercantile to speak briefly with Rithalas and Julieanna for some armor revisions. Aedon had shown up, a fact which annoyed Alyssia near instantly as his mouth had once again began running with nothing to fuel it but his own ignorance.
Thankfully however he had left soon after and she once again went about her errands, heading to the Aegis to peruse a few shops she frequented. She knew that there was a chance of having a confrontation with any of those of Connemara within the confines of the Aegis, but being stubborn and unafraid of such she had gone anyway. Alyssia didn't want a fight...despite the growing tensions between the Queen's court and those of Connemara. Aedon's hatred of the Fae had begun to take on a new level of ire, and so therefore a threat was beginning to grow...
But she was stubborn...and refused to avoid an area that she had spent so many years defending in her youth.
It was she who had fought in the orc wars...defending Yew against the Orcish and Undead invaders...not Aedon nor his people.
It was Alyssia and the Rangers of the Heart who had aided the Shadow Rangers those years ago to keep the forests of what was now the Aegis safe from those who would do ill to all those who dwelled within....along with the friendship of the now dwindling Celts. Not Aedon or his "Knights".
She had lived here...long before his people had ever been whispered of.
She had ridden these lands long before even the Knights of Yew had taken up residence.
She had more right to ride those woods than most of them...and so she would...without care that they would confront and question her right to be there.
Her rights were her own...and no business of theirs.
She had defended Yew...Aegis...long before most of them had been a warm wet tingling in their daddie's trousers as she would say.
Alyssia had smirked to herself as she rode and was greeted with the disaproving visage of Aedon as Thundermane trotted through the wood towards the moongate. There were times when she and Aedon could almost get along. Times when their banter was less acidic and more cordial. But this would not be one of those days. She listened as he rambled and spouted about the fae. About how they had not stood to fight against the menace that had made itself known outside the doors of the Saints and Spirits. She knew the truth of it. Elisandra had come in limping and snarling about how his mount had trod over her foot as he rampaged up with his men without even surveying the scene. When she saw Beleg and Ahmaya arrive out the window, Alyssia had been near vibrating with worry over Ahmaya being out there within the midst of conflict....hopping from window to window in order to keep the elven woman within her sights, hoping desparately that she not get hurt. Carrying a cub made it no place for her to be...and had she looked to be in immediate danger Alyssia would have flown out of that tavern and done what she could to defend her. But the Queen had ordered their neutrality in this matter...
Because that's what they had wanted....The Yew council had basically told Silvara that it was not her jurisdiction an therefore they did not want her involvement..nor that of her court.
And so Silvara was just giving them what they wanted....
And now it made them angry?
Torn..always so torn. Alyssia was tired of fighting...and tired of politics...but they followed her wherever she went.
She could bear to hear no more of Aedon's ignorance, and before her own tongue became too sharp for even her to bear she jerked Thundermane's reigns and rode to the Freehold in annoyance.
As she had walked up upon the roof of the Palace in preparation for court, the Thunderlord sighed and looked up to the sky. The weather was warm and sunlight streamed down. Birds sang happily and a gentle breeze stirred her hair....
The calm before the storm....
But for now...she slept...there upon the couch of her common...preparing for that tempest that loomed upon the horizon.