Born Under A Bad Sign
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
7:57 AM
Whoever said children brought the pitter patter of little feet, obviously did not have children. It often bemused her, how a child so slight and willowy of frame, could make so much noise running down the hall without the aid of shoes. "Oma! Oma! Tavian and I would like tea." Saeth spoke with an assertive uptilt of her small chin. Bare foot, and pant-clad. Her dark hair long and wild about her face, with little beaded braids that littered the sable curls like her kaiila. Her father's cool blue eyes beguiled with their innocence. Something Savana longed to preserve in her for as long as she could.
She looked like Sahara now, the last time she'd been allowed to see her. Now and then she had asked the daughter of Rune about them. In time, it was easier not to ask, than learn second hand of the lives she had brought forth but could not be a part of. The loss of the twins was grieved, but accepted. If the First were to find her alive all these years later, it was not without possibility that they would both be hunted, leaving both children with no true parent. Nashoti had not always been a good man, but he was always a good father. And while Savana also, was not always a good woman, she was always a good mother. She would not jeapordize the lives of her children for the sake of unfinished betrayals. They were her crosses to bear alone.
"Where is Tavian?" Lifting up from the couch, she lightly tugged one of the small messy braids and began to head into the kitchen. "In my room," Saeth murmured, following her mother impatiently only to become distracted by the cookies that Shane had made earlier in the day left to cool on the table. "He would like cookies too.." she added quickly, gathering one or four in both hands. "Oh he would eh?" Savana smirked, setting the familiar tea pot on the stove and leaning one hip to the counter. "Yes," Cherubic blue eyes looked up around an armful of cookies and wild dark hair, "Honest, Oma. We're picking our High Council. Cicero needs cookies too, and Cedric." She was a good liar, her daughter. That didn't surprise her, but it did evoke a small cluck of her tongue. "Go upstairs, Gina will bring your tea."
Saeth grinned and turned to run for the stairs, "Sae.." The little bare foot hellion came to a halt and turned, looking back quizzically at her mother, "If you're going to bribe him with cookies, at least make sure you get a good seat on the council." Saeth sniffed, "I am High Magistrate." She tossed her head with all the pride her lineage entitled her and fled up the stairs, careful not to drop her cookies along the way.
"High Magistrate.." Gina whistled, stepped into the kitchen, taking down a tray to set up tea-time for Thing 1 and Thing 2. "How awkward." Savana smirked, setting the teapot of slightly warmed juice on the tray, "Sarlin has to retire some time though."
Gina just sighed, shaking her head while taking down two small cups. "I will need you to watch Saeth at the end of the hand," Leaning up from the counter, she snagged a cookie from the table to take a bite, flipping through the opened letters that had been delivered that morning. "Working again?" Gina queried, hoisting the tray into her arms. "Sort of," the scroll opened earlier in the day lifted briefly and studied again, "I have a date with the First Physician of Ar. We're going to a coming out party. I think that means I can dress as the boy."
Gina just groaned, laughing, "You can't go anywhere without intentionally ruffling feathers can you?"
"Why would I try? I'm the most entertainment this city ever sees."
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Ebb and Flow
Sunday, April 20, 2008
9:06 AM
The Poet's play is in a couple of days. I was not sure I wished to go. No, in fact I know I had no desire to go. Unfortunately, Mika has made arrangements that we will go, and now I am obligated due to promises made to two women. Women... I will admit I enjoyed very much watching Catastrophe, Poetry, and Lucien throw veiled daggers at one another. I suppose that makes me a bad person. Even worse for stirring the pot and watching it boil over. I never professed to be moral.
Mika was to journey to Ar Station with his brothers to meet the caravan transporting Brutus Aurelius. He has since decided not to leave, and frankly I am not crying any tears over this. I do not know what his involvement is, beyond the strange gaggle of men that come and go with their secret handshakes and talk of tarns. My guess is they are funded by the Gens Elite Houses, with their own machinations as to the current politics in Ar. Where they stand as far as the city, and the Delta Brigade, I know not.
Kai left a package for me. I can only imagine the token is 'hot', knowing the sort of fellow that Kai is. He wishes to speak to me. We have been meaning to rendezvous for some time, but things keep barring both our attempts. I should make the time soon. I made need the allies in the hands that come. In that vein, I also need to make time for Eleni. The man with designs on working in the underground of Ar. That requires a trip to Black Rock outside Ar's Sun Gate.
The Estate's gardens are nearly finished. I have sold Gina to Shane, a thing that bothers me, but is best for the barbarian. A slave girl is better under the hand of a man. I believe she loves the man anyway, which was exactly why I did not wish to sell her to him. Slave girls are not equipped to guard themselves from the emotional, financial, and physical ruin that comes from loving a man. Alas, the more I forbid it, the more smitten she became. Women are irrational creatures.
I have sent for Kreeandra Vinquient. My erstwhile mother. I believe she is hoping to attending Szol's play as well. She is not coming just for the play of course, I have plans for her.
Time. The more I need, the more I don't have it seems. The moments tick down, and before long, mine will be up.
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Miles to go before I sleep.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
6:54 PM
"The things that people in love do to each other they remember, and if they stay together it's not because they forget, it's because they forgive."We are half way through the third year now. Second, in official capacity. I can't say things have gotten much easier. Only more complex.
Though he protests, I believe he may be falling for another woman, a woman of the red caste: Scarlet Sin. I suppose I cannot fault him for it. She is an enthralling creature, and undoubtedly a more suitable match than I am.
This knowledge has made life more strained. I am distant. I work more than I should. Like a storm, you can smell pain before it becomes fully apparent.
He has spoken of taking a trip to Torcandino. I have little desire to travel at this point. There is nothing in Torcandino that would please me to see. Now and then I grow lonesome for the shores of Port Kar, and consider visiting Kreeandra, my erstwhile mother. But it is far, and Port Kar smells. Too, the city is restless, and she governs much of me I am sorry to say.
Perhaps it is time to retreat into the skin of Lilith Agripeta, or Calypso Amandus for a time. Behind veils one can find a certain solace.
Venor was attacked. He was hiding at the Diamond Back, but has since moved. He wished to speak business, but I've yet to see him since the request. I can't say as I am disappointed by that. I can't imagine his request is anything positive.
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Time
Thursday, March 6, 2008
9:57 PM
Much has happened since the last time I entered my thoughts into the black book. Venor has taken a free companion; A Sin. Trahkam has arrived home with Kai and brought with them some interesting characters from the Port city. Portia was sold from the city kennels. A temple burned, and a people rioted. Lady Eliza is rumored to be a debtor whore. Mika is rumored to be sleeping with his free companion's sister. Trahkam courts yet another Sin. The Gens Elite Houses begin to prepare for changes in the hierarchy of power. There was a political party. High Council members were murdered. Taxes were repealed by the Magistrate of the People. I realized the location of the Salt of the holy men. The Estate is built. The ghosts continue to haunt.
I cannot fully reflect on everything that has happened in the past hands. There is too much. My obligation to Ar's plight, upon speaking to Szol, will be over. What the people, and the Delta Brigade, do with their information is entirely up to them. She is not mine to fight for.
Serenus Aria will very soon be home. The Estate is now built. I have begun the process of furnishing and decorating the interior. The outside, and its landscaping I am leaving up to him.
We marked the completion of one year, in official capacity, earlier in the hand. If I can ever consider anything in my life "official" of course. Though we have been together for at least two now, it took me a very long time to think of him as anything more than an interim lover. It is bemusing how smoothly and comfortably the time goes by. My idea of comfort and smoothness however may be different than his. We often do not see eye to eye. My own lifestyle many times clashes with his staunch upbringing. I am not an easy woman to live with, and I make no such claim that I am. At the least, there is little risk that I will ever bore him.
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