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Post by Luneby on Jan 30, 2021 15:16:45 GMT -6
 E U O N I A"Renunciation, total and sweet."
The second her eyes lay on the golden letters, Euonia knew the 6th of June would be a day to remember. She could feel it in her bones – History was about to be written, and she would hold the quill.
She knew full well who had invited her – but could only speculate on her host’s newest plans. Her head ran in circles all the way up to the Goldhead Pub.
She had gone alone – bringing an escort with her would not have gone unnoticed in the streets where riots were a match away from blowing up. Maybe that was not the safest solution – but she could not afford to be recognized. Shielded under a worn-out cape, she was just another limping horse wandering the suffocating streets, seeking shelter.
She arrived at the pub and was met with emptiness, if not for the neatly displayed catering table that waited alone. Her ears perked up as other cloaked silhouettes crossed the Goldhead’s threshold moments after she had, soon revealing their identities as she quietly welcomed them in.
Some of them were more familiar than others. She gave Bale and Kaspar, her fellow Flamines, a warm, knowing smile as she respectfully dipped her head before them.
“Your Holinesses” she greets softly, as she walks towards them “it warms my heart to see you here. I am indeed in the company of friends.”
She moved on to Rosabla and Oberyn, accompanied by Edenne.
“Advisors – I’m glad to see you safe.” She says, smiling as she dipped her head before them. She nods towards Edenne – thankful for a skilful fighter being among them that night. Her gaze quickly met Rosalba’s – she knew their past meeting had shaken the mare, and hoped she was alright.
She certainly was surprised to find Adonis within the ranks of those invited – but she was not at the end of her surprises. Adonis had, after all, offered his House’s support – which was very brave and bold of him. His presence in the Goldhead that night could only mean that he was trustworthy.
“Emin Adonis, I am delighted to see you. I meant to thank you for your vocal support last time we were here.” She smiles as her eyes drift towards a much smaller figure.
That was clearly the young labor slave that was there a few ago – accompanied by a hippocampus mare she also recognized from that day. She hastily made her way towards them, barely holding back a smile of relief as she gazed upon the colt. It was likely the child was no stranger to the growing tension within the ranks of labor slaves – he really was a brave little one.
“Welcome young one, how happy I am to see you.” She says softly. Part of her was concerned to see a child this young among them, but surely their host had his reasons. “Forgive me, I do not know your name yet, do you mind sharing it with me?” She wished to be able to be able to call him by name – she would not allow herself to remember him solely as a nameless slave.
Lastly, she noticed a group of equines she was not properly acquainted with – she did recognize the hippocampus [Tesana] and unicorn [Nova], but not the flamboyant pegasus [Phoenix]. She politely greeted them.
The doors were locked from the inside promptly after the whole company had made their way in.
”I believe that must be all of us.” She calls, as she makes her way towards the middle of the room. ”I’m sure we all wonder why we were called upon today”, she said, while she was well-placed to know some of them had a rather clear idea of what was about to happen, ”but worry not, I’m sure our host will join us soon.”
She pauses, glancing around the room with a thin smile.
“In the meantime, why don’t we have a chat? How have the past few weeks treated you?"
Maybe some people among the crow had gone out of their way to spread the seeds of doubt – maybe some had noticed the tension grow before their very eyes. Judging the situation from her gilded cage right inside the King’s home had proven difficult – she could not wait to find out what everyone else had to say.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Jan 30, 2021 20:08:48 GMT -6
  Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave Runt had no idea what would come of him when he fell asleep that night on May 13th, but he did as he promised. He whispered into the ears of any Labor Slave who either perked up to listen to the juicy gossip that spilled from his lips, or was too tired to shoo him away. He made it a point to raise his voice whenever someone other than a slave or Chevalier was nearby, enthusiastically speaking about, well, the truth. And whenever he caught a glimpse of two horses heads come together after he spoke, he couldn't help but grin a little; it added a skip to his step. Spreading the rumors gave him a new purpose. Building or taking down things, picking up litter or watering plants were of course purposes, but he was a slave and was expecting to do these kinds of things. It was hard to see the heroism that the Labor slaves had before, because they were thought of as nothing and worthless despite everything they did. [Euonia] had said it perfectly that night, that the labor slaves carried Aodh upon their backs. And how many backs had literally broken because of it? How many sorrowful visages had closed their eyes for the last time as he walked by? This was a time of reckoning, and he would be at the head of it in his class if he had to be. Runt was never really approached by many horses, no Labor Slaves were. Usually a Chevalier provided him with new orders, or a scoundrel would throw rocks at him or something. That night of the 13th he had been ordered by Tesana to follow her, which he realized he never got a chance to thank her for the opportunity to participate in something so...rebellious. And very, very rarely, a horse would pass him a fruit from beneath a cloak or offer him a smile. Never had he been given something like a letter before. When the courier had come up to him, clad in symbols of Aodh and looking imposing, Runt first assumed that he was probably caught and was going to be brought before Sola's mighty teeth. But when no order came and he was handed a gilded black envelope, the boy just stared at it. He of course had no idea what it said, only that he knew it was very pretty. When he mentioned as much to the courier, he was promptly told exactly what the contents were, and the courier left in a hurry. The letter was hidden in a section of wall in the Dark District where the black paper practically disappeared in the crack until the day he would need it. Over the days leading up to the 6th, tensions were rising more and more. He had to be a little more careful about who he spoke around, as it seemed like horses were being pursued and even going missing. Being a child really did have it's merits, because who would believe a child would start such ludicrous rumors about the King? He took it in stride, but it did make him much more anxious. He had to do this, even though the reality of it all was making him more and more scared as each day dawned. The 6th came. The day was finally there, and Runt was filled with new vigor. New fear. He didn't know who had summoned him, only that he was personally requested. He hoped this wasn't some elaborate trap, because who would waste all the time and the energy required to get him alone when he was just a Labor Slave? No this was different, he was certain of it. With the help of directions he had been given, he found himself standing outside of the same pub that he had walked in all those weeks ago. He was shocked, but at least he would be in somewhat familiar territory; if one could count one evening in the place being familiar. He had his Faerie Lunabelle stay outside, because he was still worried that something bad could still happen and he would be upset if something happened to the little green beastie. Lunabelle nuzzled the tip of his nose before she disappeared into some nearby foliage as he walked up to the door and went inside. An incredible smell filled his nose when the doors shut behind him, and his eyes immediately sought out that which made his mouth water. The pub was much more empty than last time, but the sound of voices still filled the air. It almost felt like it was too empty, but at least the vacancy allowed him to see the long table piled with food set up. There were even drinks in fancy glasses, but they didn't smell particularly good to him. It was hard for him to resist stuffing his face then and there. He turned away from the mountains of food that had his stomach growling as he looked to the other horses gathered. Some he did not yet know, others he was pleasantly surprised to see. Of those he recognized, there were the two Flamens Euonia and Kaspar, Rosalba of course with her slave Edenne and a very familiar unicorn [Oberyn], the cocky unicorn who offered Rosalba protection [Adonis], the hippocampus who had stolen him away into the pub that night (he really needed to thank her) [Tesana], and the confident speaking unicorn with a blue horn [Nova]. But his eyes caught a practically glowing Kirin [Bale] he had never seen before, and Runt was sure he would absolutely remember if he saw that one. And then standing somewhat alone but looking observant and thoughtful was a beautiful servile slave pegasus [Phoenix]. Movement caused his eyes to shift back and he saw the Flamen Euonia striding towards him. He turned to her, a smile coming to his face as she greeted him, and he bowed his head respectfully to her. "It's nice to see you too, Ma'am Flamen." He wasn't sure that was the best greeting, but he was feeling a little nervous. He tilted his head at her question and only them realized his mistake. "Oh! I'm sorry...uh...My name is Runt." He bowed his head again; he wasn't really used to saying his name, not many actually cared! Soon after it seemed that everyone who was to come to the pub were there, and the doors were locked. A trickle of anxiety flooded through the colt, but he forced it back when Euonia spoke up. Her voice calmed his fears; he knew he trusted her, and he would continue to do so. He stepped up, holding his head high; if he was going to be around all those who were ultimately above him, he would ensure he didn't look as downtrodden as the rest of his kind did; as he definitely felt. "Please, if I may?" He locked his legs to keep himself from shaking in the presence of so many obviously important equines; why did this much littler gathering unnerve him so? He cleared his throat, "I did what I said what I would do the last time we were here; I spread the rumors, the truth, through the Labor Slave ranks." He bowed his head. "We're definitely feeling it."
The past few weeks were a complete and utter whirlwind. One of the last days within the estate of House Soleil, Phoenix had been blessed by Ignacio with the blessing of Fire Manipulation. She adored her new blessing, working on it whenever she had the free time and was alone. But shortly after, Phoenix was sold to Eliina of House Xoias, the Aodhian Envoy to War-Forged. It was a rather hard transition, mostly because of her lingering feelings regarding her previous Mistress, but Phoenix was a creature of high class breeding, so she worked through her emotions on her own and was growing to accept her new reality. It didn't mean she would never see Iscah ever again, she hoped they would cross paths again someday, the same feelings in regards to the other slaves who had been sold like Eleanor and Eris. It was during one of those first few days that the rumors were really starting to take off. While she ran errands for her new House, she heard whispers of the King having killed to gain power. The first time she heard it, she nearly dropped everything she was carrying, and when she turned to look at who had the absolute audacity to say something so brash, she only saw a couple of tired labor slaves. Surely, surely it wasn't them? But it happened almost every time she left the estate. She'd hear whispers, the same thing, about the king poisoning the King Solaris, about the murders that happened that New Years Night. And when she looked, she saw withering Labor Slaves. Sometimes she saw regular citizens, some angry and really believing the nonsense. And the more she heard it, the more she was inclined to believe it was anything but nonsense. And it scared her. She feared being a servile slave previously from House Soleil, currently in House Xoias who was hearing these things and not turning in the culprits. But she understood the implications of this; if Isador was a murderer, then he would eventually be usurped, and from there, someone else would take over, someone else who would ease the burden on Aodh rather than making it worse. She thought of the Labor Slaves and the refugees, both of which were suffering. One evening she received a letter, a letter she had originally thought was meant for her Mistress but saw her own name written in the beautiful gold scrawl. Curiosity spread through her, for the writing seemed familiar, but she wasn't quite sure exactly who had written it. And Eliina was none to happy to see her newest slave get an invitation, but luckily the unicorn wasn't unhappy with Phoenix. She also knew that whoever had sent it was important, and encouraged the pegasus to be at her very best. Phoenix was going to be representing House Xoias, so she was sure to look and act the part. The day came, and she bid her Mistress goodbye for the evening. She was fitted with a new gilded bridle made from black leather. In the center of her forehead rested a white gold disc engraved with the house symbol of a phoenix. Along the edges of the bridle there were flourishes in white gold while there were numerous gemstones that dripped down along the sides on white gold chains. This particular bridle did have a bit, but that was to be expected for a slave out in public. Similarly colored anklets dangled above her hooves, while silvery shoes decorated them. A black cloak embroidered in ornate swooshes and the imagery of the Xoias phoenix covered her back and wings in white gold; it wasn't the best disguise as those familiar with House Xoias symbols would easily recognize it. The pub came into view, and she released a sigh of relief; she wasn't accosted. The slave quickly hurried inside so that she could relax, and found that she was, thankfully, not the only one invited. But she also wasn't very familiar with the horses gathered either. She stood off to the side, her head held high as she observed those around her. There was a sooty silver buckskin unicorn [Oberyn] not far from a rose-crowned kirin [Rosalba] who had a curly-haired slave [Edenne] at her side, a pegasus with long flowing feathers form a tail [Euonia], a gilded kirin [Bale], a red-headed hippocampus [Kaspar], a pompous looking unicorn [Adonis], a hippocampus with stunning fins [Tesana], a gem-studded unicorn [Nova] that reminded her slightly of her new Mistress, and finally, a small colt whos bridle gave him away to be a slave [Runt]. The colt was chatting with the long-tailed pegasus as it appeared they knew one another. Not wanting to bother anyone, she stood off to the side, taking in all who was gathered and prepared the information to be relayed back to Eliina later. Those that approached her (like Euonia) were rewarded with a grand, sweeping bow, a smile upon her lips and velvety words of greeting. The door was soon locked, and Euonia took to the center of the room to speak with everyone. Phoenix stood at attention, listening intently with her large ears focused. Before anyone had time to speak up, the small slave stepped forward and spoke first. Phoenix held back a look of shock at what he said, watching him with slightly widened eyes. So this colt was a labor slave? And he was helping spread those rumors she heard? She almost laughed! Such a brave child... |
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Post by reyarpg on Jan 31, 2021 0:05:36 GMT -6
 Edenne;| Aodh | Servile Slave
talks to runt + talks to the roomThe last thing Edenne had ever expected was a letter addressed to her, specifically. The black parchment lettered with gold ink was valuable in it's own right, the words and meaning vastly invaluable. Edenne was keen to hear her owner got something similar, let alone to know who it was from. The servile knew not what Advisor Aleksei could want from her, specifically, but she knew that she wouldn't, and couldn't, turn down such a request. Rosalba placed him in high regard, so Edenne had no doubts that the exchange wouldn't be intolerable.
Still, Edenne had much to mull over. The letter was tucked away in a small, unassuming keepsake box. Rosalba had assured her that she trusted Aleksei and the company he invited, so Edenne didn't have to worry as much about their safety in the others' company. However, there was still the nerves that came along with such an invite. Again, what would an Advisor want of a servile owned by an entirely different Advisor?
In the month that followed the meeting at the Goldhead, Edenne had had a lot of time to talk with Rosalba. Many things were discussed, many things were learned. Their words hushed behind closed doors. Outside the comfortable walls of the Cardea estate, tensions were rising. Hushed whispers were growing louder by day, and the atmosphere of the city was growing tense.
Edenne was almost getting used to it.
Her little runs into the city to assist Rosalba grew more and more slim as the days went on. Soon, Edenne was once again mansionbound.
She almost liked it.
When the day came to venture outside the mansion walls, her mood most likely matched Rosalba's. It was tense, to say the least. She protected herself with a simple furred cloak, the hood pulled up while in the streets to hide her features. Her newly-acquired armor was only visible on her legs, the leather kept plain to not draw extra attention to herself. Horseshoes, just in case, were fastened on her hooves. Underneath her cloak, a neck guard and a breastplate were obscured. While she did not expect a fight while in the company of Aleksei and the others, neither she nor Rosalba were entirely sure they wouldn't be jumped en route.
The heat and suffocating air made it hard to breathe under her cloak, but she made do.
When they arrived, miraculously safely, Edenne stepped into the light and lowered her hood as her eyes squinted against the harsh light for a few moments. The faint smell of delicious food hit her nostrils, and she could already see a handful of faces she recognized easily. She was nearly shocked when the Flamen looked over and gave her a nod of acknowledgement. In a place like this, Edenne was used to just being an accessory, or something to flaunt for Rosa. Certainly not one of the invitees.
This would take some getting used to, though she sincerely doubted this would ever happen again.
She recognized the others, from that night in May. The dark-coated stallion [ Adonis ] stuck out to her; one of the other nobles who humbled themselves enough to bow. The young labor slave [ Runt ] that Rosalba had later informed her the name of, she was uncomfortably pleased to see them there once more. At least they were still alive. The other horses filtered in, and Edenne at least had names to some of their faces now (thanks to Rosalba).
Rosalba had already given her permission to speak prior, and she didn't have to wait for Rosa to introduce herself or announce herself before speaking. Edenne was also given a regular decorated bridle to wear. Rosa had insisted that, at a meeting like this, Edenne not wear her bitted bridle. Considering Edenne's past history of good behavior, there was no reason for her not to.
Edenne gave a polite dip of her head to Euonia, acknowledging her in turn, before listening to what she had to say. Indeed, she was wondering why they were all called upon today. Edenne had no reason to worry... surely Aleksei would be there soon? Though it was a little concerning he wasn't there yet. No matter, she would swallow her nerves and speak.
"Hello again," Edenne gave a glance over to [Runt] the labor slave, the one of which she had walked with alongside Rosa after that night in the Goldhead. "It is...nice to see you well." Her words were kind, but her tone was a smidge awkward. She did know how hard labor work was, and he was much younger than her. Congrats on not dying, I guess. "It is lovely to see you all well," She added, casting her voice towards the room. She did not yet answer Euonia's inquiry about how the past few weeks. She would let Rosalba speak on that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 31, 2021 14:32:30 GMT -6
BALE
It wasn’t the first time Bale had received a curious invitation, but this time he walked alone - the invitation had not extended to his husband. He had shown the letter to Milan, however - it was in cursive, after all. Reading was hard enough, it made little sense to make the letters harder to differentiate from each other. Sharing a private letter had gotten him some chosen, tired words from his beloved, but Bale wouldn’t have done it any other way.
He hadn’t bothered to try and conceal his identity too much as he walked the darkening streets - it would have been a challenge, anyway. He was proudly holding onto his sizable relic, just in case. He always felt better with Lux at his side, even though Milan typically thought it was entirely unnecessary. He was sure there’d be a day it’d be necessary. If it wasn’t today, that was probably a good thing, too.
Bale looked at the offerings of the table, but opted to focus his attention on his company… For now. It did look delicious, though.
He politely nodded at Euonia: “The sun shines upon you tonight.”
He regarded the others with nods too, making no differentiation between advisers or slaves. His expression softened most towards Runt, ears perking as the slave spoke.
“You need not permission to speak”, he encouraged Runt, with a knowing glance towards the rest of the slaves as well. Given his history, he had been complacent for far too long.
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FAIZA
Faiza stood alongside Aleksei, listening as the guests arrived and the tell-tale sound of the door being bolted. There was a chatter of conversation beginning, and the movements seemed to settle as people found places to stand. She had walked through the pub many times prior to tonight, made sure she knew the place down to the last bit. It was her job, her duty, and she had always been good at it. It was even more, too. She was together in this with Aleksei, and she would do her damndest to see the golden unicorn reach his goals.
She gave another glance around the room. It was almost time. Her mismatched eyes shifted from a corner of the room concealed from sight to Aleksei, and she gave a solemn nod.
“I’ll go first, get the feel of the room… And such”, she said, with another meaningful glance, before descending the steps.
“Good evening”, she spoke as she stepped into the room properly. Her posture was a curious combination of the assertive stance of a chevalier, and the grace of an eminent. She smiled at the guests: “I hope you faced no trouble on your way.”
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Post by Zugunruhes on Jan 31, 2021 20:53:07 GMT -6
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The howling wolves had ceased their vengeful calls. Wind that had whipped through the city a month ago, ushering in Kaspar and the others who chased the rumors into the Goldhead Pub, were still. But the wolves circled through the trees, eyes glinting with knowledge of a bloodied reign and usurping king. The rumors had been their cries, mourning and enraged in one song, and the winds had carried their note through Valore. Though no gusts buffeted through the city on the sixth of June, its foundations rattled by the words of all who spoke of King Isador.
A lone hippocampus, his sanctum cloak left behind in the summer heat, returned to the Goldhead Pub a second time. He no longer walked with soft steps, nervous of how far his hoofbeats would carry. Instead the echoes emboldened him, as though a crowd of others marched beside him. And inside the pub he found the company he sought and a smile gave warmth to his thoughtful face, scattering shadows away. He greeted them all with a nod of his head, gaze moving to each horse in turn. The variety in the small group surprised him only for a moment.
For he reminded himself, eyes moving from Runt to Euonia, they were all people of Valore. How was this small gathering any different from his sermons? In a sea of hundreds it was easy to lose sight of the individual faces, but when visitors had sought him out he had greeted pit-fighters and eminents with the same grace. This is Aodh. And his heart seemed to thrum with thoughts of Aodh's new future. The golden writing- it could be by no other than Aleksei- it reminded him of the new day they had spoken of weeks ago.
At Faiza's appearance he nodded a greeting. "No trouble found me, and now I am pleased to find myself in the company of friends.
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Feb 1, 2021 2:28:18 GMT -6
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The leaf of parchment in which the gold letters had glinted on was still sat humbly on his desk within the study of the manor when he disembarked for the Goldhead Pub on such a fated evening. He did not bring weapons, but all he dressed himself with was weaponry enough. None of his household slaves had accompanied, leaving the trailing of his cloak across the cobblestone of the Artisan District all but gathering with soot. He cared not.
Since the night at the Goldhead Pub days ago, he had set to the ground running. All of House Julius’ armories were teeming with the truth now, accentuated by the pounding hammers and fiery coals that Aodh raged with. The Chevaliers, famous for such unwavering loyalty at the helm of the Soleil dynasty, were now questioning for more as they visited shops and armories and smithies. The ceaseless need for new weaponry - more dazzling than the season before, again and again - drove the best of fighters to bend their ear for the wise whisperings of their favored blacksmiths. And from their network established in the Goldhead, he had heard of many of the same whisperings throughout New Valore. Alixandria had even, in fact, heard of such from the circles of the lesser House socialites - for of course when there was work to do, Alix was very much more inclined to go to such tea parties.
It was no surprise when the letter arrived, requesting his presence back at the Goldhead Pub, by no doubt the puppetmaster of it all. He would not take his sister’s ill-humored bets on which noble house was the cause of such searches for truth, even when Alix had laughingly offered her dowry that it could be someone close to the treacherous king. Any speculation had driven him to drink. Was he making a good decision, leading only him and his sister, and the stability of House Julius down this path? Was he condemning them all to the gallows - to his sister being culled and driven out of New Valore if Isador granted mercy on her in exchange for his head? So much had been built up from their disastrous fall from grace during the Inquisition, how would his ancestors greet him in the afterlife knowing he had squandered it all on an ill-fated rebellion?
Gods, how could he even begin to think Ignacio would protect them from Isador’s wyvern? Sola had the grace of Ignacio’s creation on its wings and they only dared to stand on their four hooves against its might.
As much as he felt the taste of death on his tongue, turning back now would be more dishonorable than his death branded as a traitor. He believed in the cause now, after seeing the refugees beyond New Valore’s gates steal for the simplest of security firsthand, and Adonis would stand strong for their chance of security - as he promised. The only way to do that was to guarantee aid through this puppetmaster, through this cause.
He arrived after the others once again at the Goldhead Pub, but eyed the wings of Flamen Euonia - an equine he had known of since his birth, as a former Emin of House Ritterbren, but had never been properly acquainted. She was a marvelous sight in the darkened pub, glowing bright with Ignacio’s favored light. Beyond her, he could recognize many favored and powerful figures. Advisors Oberyn, Rosalba, as well as Flamen Kaspar and Flamen Bale. He greeted them with a nod, and turned to the glorious Flamen of Oralee as she spoke to him.
“No thanks are needed,” He said with a bow of his head, low enough to nearly touch the gentle Flamen’s shoulder with his horn, “One would be a fool not to be roused by your and many others’ speeches that night.”
Adonis watched her then as she moved on to the small labor slave from before. His stature was strong, and he was locked on the slave - Runt, he heard - as he spoke to the room. The Flamen of Enya, Bale, in kirin glory, was quick to encourage the small one.
“Your efforts are immeasurable,” He commended, for it truly was tremendous, and tried not to think too hard on how the nobility of House Julius’ past would be horrified to hear his near-affectionate tone directed toward the labor slave, “Ignacio’s light shines brightly on you.”
It was then that Euonia and Edenne, the slight and protective slave of Rosalba, greeted the room - only to be echoed by the impressive figure of the gilded Chevalier Faiza. His breath caught in his throat, and the fur of his cloak felt heavy with gold around his shoulders. Adonis didn’t need a focused court upbringing like his sister to easily recognize the wife of Advisor Aleksei. Ah.
Flamen Kaspar began to speak, and Adonis surveyed the room as he spoke. He truly didn’t mean to pace or circle their small gathering, and so he halted in any distressing movements, before saying carefully, as to not scare: “I’m pleased to hear no trouble has reached any of you. However, it has been weeks now, and it has been all too quiet.”
He dared not hope that their plotting was so secret that the rotting undercarriage of Isador’s shadowed throne had not heard of, in the first least, their gathering nights previous. Adonis might not come to understand the careful political scheming of a King’s council, but he knew war very well. When an enemy is silent, they are coiled and poised ready for attack.
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 1, 2021 15:18:10 GMT -6
 Tesana;Aodh|Commoner
Several weeks had passed, but truly, not much had changed.
The city had been tense ever since the kirins had decided to wage war, and though this was a different type of tension Tesana dealt with it the same way -- she kept herself extremely busy and buried in the affairs of Ignacio’s Touch.
She had had several visits and chats from those who had been among the group at the Goldhead Pub, though nothing untoward had happened. Ignacio willing, nothing ill would.
It was with quite a bit of surprise that a courier arrived, asking to speak with her and presenting her a black envelope, addressed in golden ink. The mare could only blink and thank the courier, later opening the expensive paper in her office. The words were both reassuring and instilled a sense of trepidation. Was it a trap? She didn’t know this writing, and didn’t know who it was from.
But whoever had sent it had obviously taken note of her, and there was nothing for it but to go.
After all, she was marked now one way or the other.
So Tesana tossed a cloak on despite the oppressive air, striding out with a purpose to the Goldhead once more and leaving her assistant manager in charge of things. As she drew near, the hippocampus drew in a steadying breath, determined to appear calm and collected no matter what happened.
Stepped through the door, she was certainly not expecting the elegant crowd (minus a few slaves) that were present. Gaze swept over those gathered, assessing the room and those she recognized as she hung her cloak over a peg beside the door.
This was...certainly something. She felt better seeing the Flamines present, and it put her at ease a bit more. Enough that she only felt like she was back of the days being a junior bath attendant attending a staff meeting with her superiors.
She could do this.
As the others spoke, Tesana shifted to the bar and selected a wine to pour, listening a moment before she moved forward to fully join the gathering and offering a respectful head bow.
“Greetings, everyone,” Tesana offered, a little discomfited when the doors were closed and locked -- though that also kept anyone from interrupting them.
“I’m glad to see you’re in the same shape as last time, little one,” the mare added, glancing down to Runt. He might be a slave, but as such Tes would have felt quite responsible if he’d gotten injured because she’d dragged him away from his duties.
Attention shifted then, lifting to Flamen Euonia, who seemed to be the center of things at the moment. “Excuse me, but may I inquire as to who our host is? I’m afraid I’ve no idea,” Tesana remarked politely, head turning as a mare with the assertiveness and fit nature of a Chevalier but bearing of a noble came down the stairs.
Tes felt like….she should recognize that unicorn. Hadn’t she heard of someone of that description before?
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Feb 2, 2021 8:57:46 GMT -6
 Nova;Aodh | Courtesan
oh boyOn their walk home that night less than a month ago Nova was reeling with excitement. The top of the top nobles had given express directions to spread disarray and distress around the current King and all the corruption that surrounds him and after what they had witnessed in the true form of a God's desire, they knew it was truth. Isador's reign was standing on shaky legs, with someone in every section of Valore ready to made it tumble with one command. In the past weeks, Nova had happily stoked her client's fires when talk came about Isador, she even offered a discount on their next visit if they could prove that they had spread those ideals further and business was booming with the extra layers of stress crushing down on all of Aodh.
So when the note had arrived at her bedroom door, she was absolutely delighted. Not that she entirely trusted gatherings from strange invites in astonishing cursive, but this one was to be held at the pub she knew well. A true sense of security for the Courtesan.
You can imagine the shock upon Nova's face as she entered the pub and found it's usual commotion dulled significantly. Instead in its place were faces she'd seen not a month before and still included a terrifyingly large amount of Emins and Flamines. The mood was definitely one she was not expecting, Nobles, Commoners and Slaves all mixing together freely, all bonded together over a secret cause which she could only assume was slaying the dragon from the underbelly. But it was invigorating all the same.
The Courtesan accepted the Flamen Euonia's greeting warmly and as they all spread around the space, Nova eagerly taking herself to the open bar for a gin as they did so, there was only so much confidence she could fake with so much responsibility in one room! She gave a large grin to Tesana, who although she didn't see her face that night, was recognisable in stature and those stunning fins. As she opened her mouth for greeting, Euonia broke the thickening ice, opening up conversation to all. Her ears flicked forward in curiosity as she spoke the words mentioned their host. Eagerly nodding when Tesana asked who that host might be. Giving a small bow of her head in respect, Nova spoke "I have to say these last few weeks business has been exceptional. Discounts were offered for spreading the good word and the returning interest has been remarkable." She noted, giving a shake of her new diamond encrusted gilded bridle.
It was then that the young and glamorous chevalier, Faiza, came down the stairs. Having a chevalier father kept Nova in the loop and her mind instantly jumped to Faiza's partner in crime, Aleksei. A face she hadn't seen at the last Goldhead gathering. How curious this evening was getting.
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Post by savorda on Feb 2, 2021 16:31:26 GMT -6
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When Arthur brought him the letter, Oberyn quickly tucked it in his desk and shooed his son away before he could ask any questions. The boy always asked too many questions. Oberyn sat alone that night, watching as the familiar writing glittered in the candlelight. It’d been long enough, he supposed. He couldn’t go one one day without hearing about something they discussed at Goldhead. Even his kids swapped theories over dinner. He let them have their fun, but he made sure to shoot down the nonsense that found itself interwoven with the truth. He began to realize over these past few weeks just how far his children’s influence really stretched, especially his oldest two. So, if they were going to spread these rumors anyways, he’ll be damn sure they’re true. Even outside of their estate, he couldn’t go five minutes without overhearing a whisper that would surely damn the speaker if said just a hair louder. Fantastic.
The 6th approached much quicker than he expected, and Oberyn found himself cloaked (despite the suffocating heat) outside of Goldhead once again. This time however, greeted by a host of familiar faces that worked to ease the tension coiled between his withers. Everyone is, rightfully, paranoid these days, looking over their shoulders more often than not, so to be in the company of those he knew could be trusted comforted him significantly. He dipped his head to Euonia.
“Likewise, you Holiness.” he said, offering her a warm smile.
Oberyn hung his cloak, thankful for some relief in this heat. He watched Euonia as she hurried over to the little labor slave Oberyn keeps seeing, first at the strange sanctum, then here, twice. He’d begun to grow fond of Runt, as he introduced himself. He listened as Runt told Euonia of his efforts with the labor slaves. How he reminded Oberyn of Arthur. Oberyn scowled at the thought, an empty gaze focused on a floorboard that did nothing to deserve such scrutiny.
“Hmph.”
Oberyn lifted his head as Faiza descended the stairs, his expression relaxing considerably. He nodded, echoing Kaspar’s sentiments. Quite the few weeks it’s been, since they last gathered here. He could only hope tonight would take on a much more optimistic tone.
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 3, 2021 9:05:56 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
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(brief mention of death/violence)
The weeks dragged on.
Her days were filled from dawn till dusk. An Adviser’s work was never done, and neither was a Head’s. There was always something, fires to put out, nobles to greet, business deals to settle.
And in between her ventures, her duties, were the whispers.
Careful words and meetings arranged in safe places. Shards exchanging hooves. Alliances strengthened, loyalties bought. Rumors spread.
No, the truth, like Runt insisted on calling it. It never ceased to make her fight a smile.
Every day, she woke before dawn, and was on her hooves until late evening.
And then, behind her closed lids, she peered out from Isador’s eyes again. Watched Rosalie’s little head cave in. Heard her mother’s wet, gurgling breaths peter out. Her father’s last dying gasp. The crunch of her husband’s bones splintering under hooves.
Solaris’s warm, trusting smile to her advisor, accepting a drink.
She woke up every morning with the taste of blood in her teeth, and wished it was Isador’s.
When she received the black letter, she smiled for the first time in weeks.
Hearing that Edenne had also been invited pleased her to no end- having one of her top serviles make an impression on Aleksei was a fine compliment, and she would not have felt safe approaching the Goldhead alone, anyway.
She warned Edenne to be careful, and outfitted her in new armor. She prayed it would be enough.
There was nothing else she could do to protect her.
She donned her own armor, a gift from Adonis- fine rose gold and embellished neck and chest armor with lavish decor, but discrete enough to pass for simply a statement piece, complete with matching bracers. She threw a fine cloak over it all, and she realized all at once she was not afraid.
She was ready.
With Edenne at her side, they made it to the pub a little early, greeted at once by warm light and the soft voice of Flamen Euonia. She was unsurprised at all the familiar faces, able to put a name to all but one or two- including a beautiful pegasus slave she could dimly recall seeing before, but did not know the name of.
She wondered what she was doing here, but quickly decided she would likely find out soon.
The other lovely stranger was clearly a unicorn used to luxury, and she wondered who she was.
“My, what a lovely crowd.” She greeted, lowering her hood and giving a small, tense smile to those who had already arrived. “Your Holinesses,” She bowed her head towards the gathered Flamines. “Emin Adonis.” She greeted the unicorn with only a bit of sarcasm behind her smile. “And I believe… Tesana?” She queried, glancing to the lovely hippocampus mare. Her eyes flickered over the group, lingering over a familiar face, and her gaze softened, just slightly, in relief.
“Oberyn.” She greeted, her tone just a hair warmer. “It’s good to see you here.”
She was not surprised to see the other adviser, but it gladdened her heart to have him here- were they not in such esteemed company, she may have stepped closer for a more personal greeting, but for now she merely gave him a small, softer smile.
Her eyes trailed to another familiar figure, much smaller than the rest, a bolt of relief and fear shot together down her spine, tangled like snakes. She was glad to see him alive and well, but gazing at him, her mind soundlessly repeated the nightmares of Isador’s false memories.
The ones her unconsciousness dreamed up at night were likely just her own fears come to life, but she could not shake the sudden, creeping feeling of unease that slid down the back of her neck like ice water.
“And hello to you as well, Runt.” She said quietly, her eyes flickering once over his skinny frame before turning to the strangers.
“I don’t believe I’ve had the pleasure. I am Adviser Rosalba, and I am glad to meet new friends.” She greeted. For if Aleksei trusted them, then she would as well.
The brief awkwardness in Edenne’s tone as she returned greetings almost made her smile, turning her head slightly to hide it, lest Edenne be put out.
“The last few weeks have been busy, but Cardea has managed well,” She answered simply. “I hope this time has been kind to you, Flamen.”
Her eyes shot to Runt when he spoke, watching as he lifted his head proudly, and her eyes twinkled with a suppressed smile.
“You have done well,” She told him. “I have heard the rumors spreading through the labor force, through the city. We did well to put our trust in you.”
She looked at him in silence a moment, seeming to be considering something, before she stepped closer.
Her teke glowed softly, gently unclipping the bridle that sat snug on his head, easing it over his ears and giving it a brief check to ensure no vermin clung to it before mutely handing it to Edenne to slip into one of her bags.
“You are among friends.” She said. “And you have worked hard for your place here.” She looked towards Bale when he spoke, inclining her head in mute agreement.
The arrival of Faiza made her glance up, a little surprised to see Aleksei’s wife here, but she supposed the woman was likely ensuring his safety. She had no doubt Aleksei was here, whether he was in one of his pocket dimensions or simply hidden in another room.
She was pleased to see her here, regardless.
“No trouble found us,” She replied lightly. “I hope not for you as well.”
(Rosalba is replying to literally everyone but if I missed you I'm so sorry kick me)
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 3, 2021 9:09:17 GMT -6
J E S S I A H
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They lingered by the window, not looking out but one ear pointed out to the wall, quietly listening. Not just to the approach of hooves, counting equines as they came in pairs or alone, but sifting through their thoughts as they passed beneath them, the distant murmur of voices.
So far, everyone had arrived, and none seemed to hold any intentions they needed to worry about. None were in disguise.
Everything was going shockingly well, considering the risks every single head under the Goldhead’s roof was taking. They could only breathe deeply and will themselves to not stretch out their listening again, checking everyone once again, perhaps reaching for the brief, comforting contact of a golden voice.
They looked to Faiza when she spoke, nodding sharply. Were it someone else, they would have offered to go first instead- but they were certainly not going to suggest Faiza wait behind them.
The mere idea of that almost made them smile, the heavy atmosphere hanging over their heart lifting, just for a moment, as they turned to look at Aleksei.
“I will join her,” They signed. They were attempting to keep Aleksei’s thoughts to himself, tonight- enough hung on him without the presence of another occasionally speaking into his mind. “I believe just about everyone has arrived, but I will confirm it.”
They were fairly certain everyone was here, but it was an offering of a little extra time. Of a moment alone.
They hesitated, just for a moment, their ear swiveling to point to a corner of the room before quickly turning away again.
They glanced to Aleksei and bowed their head low, turning and stepping quietly over the floorboards. For a moment they debated forms, the edges of their features blurring as they unconsciously reached for the security of another face.
No.
Everyone here tonight wore their own face. This was not the time for masks any longer.
They swallowed but held their head high, stepping out of the stairwell into the open area of the Goldhead’s pub.
Their pale pink eyes flickered over the group in front of them, silently counting heads and reaffirming who had shown, and they bowed their head towards the group as they approached. For just a moment, their eyes lingered on a familiar gaze, before quickly resuming their scan, listening to voices as they spoke, thoughts as they were mulled over.
This time, the glance they flicked towards Euonia was purposeful and direct, a silent request in the slight cant of their eyebrows.
“Our Host will join us soon.” They signed, face expressionless once more. Their face was blank, but the voice that spoke softly into Euonia’s mind was warm. Glad to see her, even as something like fear pulsed in their heart.
"Would you translate?"
They could only speak to a few people at once, and only she and Faiza knew of their second voice. Signing would be quicker and easier, but they doubted everyone here was a speaker of sign.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 3, 2021 12:51:42 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
He had watched them arrive through the upstairs window.
One by one, they had all come. He recognized every single one, even the ones he had not personally met before – Jessie had given such good descriptions of each.
Aleksei could feel the nerves now; the tingling, uncomfortable sensation somewhere between excitement and wanting to throw up.
He had waited so long for this. Had worked so hard for this.
And finally it was time to officially stand in front of people, to present himself as an alternative – no, the alternative, to Isador.
He nodded at Faiza as she departed for the downstairs. From where he was, he could not really hear the discussion particularly well, but he did hear Faiza’s words, and then what he assumed must have been those waiting responding to her.
Jessie went next, and Aleksei responded to them with what was best described as a mental nod.
His mind felt so loud, and yet so quiet at the same time.
Aleksei glanced behind him, just once, and found there the confirmation he needed.
Onwards.
”That would be me”, Aleksei responded to Tesana as he came down the stairs. He was dressed in finery today; a cloak on his shoulders and a bridle on his head, boldly displaying the Aelius colors together with the Aodhian – no, the Soleil dragon on his chest.
He looked at those present and smiled.
”I am sorry for the theatrics”, he said, taking the final few steps down the stairs and into the room. Wordlessly he exchanged a look with Faiza, and she walked with him to the center of the room, standing by his right side.
”Most of you know me, but those that do not: I am Aleksei of House Aelius. Adviser to our shared enemy, a brother of a dead Prince and the stepson of late King Solaris”, Aleksei announced, his voice surprisingly loud and steady – youthful, and yet booming.
”I am also the owner of this pub”, he noted, with an almost humorous tone – a clear hint that he was well aware of all that had transpired here on that night in May.
”I have invited you all here to formally ask for your support”, Aleksei went on, feeling that if he stopped speaking now, he might find it difficult to gather his words and thoughts again: ”Your support in dethroning Isador, and restoring the throne to the family it belongs to – my family.”
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 3, 2021 15:51:28 GMT -6
Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave "You are among friends - And you have worked hard for your place here." Shock was the best emotion, because if he hadn't been surrounded with such incredible horses, he might have broke down then and there. But with eyes still wide, still frozen in shock, he bowed his head to her as far down as it could go without completely kneeling down. "Th-thank you..." Great, now he could barely talk...He also had to resist the urge to itch his face!Shortly afterwards, another joined them [Faiza], forcing him to regain his composure. Runt immediately admired her beauty, but also realized she had the commanding presence like most chevaliers he had encountered. She asked if they had encountered any trouble, and Runt shook his head."None, thankfully." He bowed his head to her as well, shortly after Kaspar spoke.Another horse came from where Faiza had come from, but this one was a slave. They were quiet, making strange movements with their body that Runt couldn't understand, but the actions were directed at Euonia, so he expected the pegasus Flamen to explain soon.Or perhaps a bit later.Tesana inquired about who their host was, of which Runt had no idea. He looked to Faiza and Jessiah, his expression curious, but another voice answered instead. The unicorn that joined them looked every inch a Royal [Aleksei], and as Runt listened, he was surprised to find his suspicions were true. With every passing word, fear and excitement fought to take control. It didn't really feel real. No, not until now. Not until he stood among these horses as his peers, almost like they were equals until this unicorns gaze.Brave. Be brave. He needed no invitation to speak, but he still shivered from anxiety."You have my support." Runt finally said, speaking up. "Your people are spreading the truth. I helped make it so." He bowed his head yet again. "What else can we do, your Eminence?" His tone was concerned, hopeful.
The others spoke, and Phoenix kept out of the way.She listened, made mental notes of the relationships the other horses had with each other, if there were any to note, keeping track of names and faces. It wasn't that she was not friendly, Phoenix was quite the friendly creature. But she was new to this sort of position, if this kind of representation, and so her old training took over. Be quiet, listen, learn. Only speak when you are spoken to. Don't bother anyone if they are busy.It was also frustrating.She wanted to really get to know these horses, find out what made them tick, see if they knew exactly why they had all been brought there, and by whom? It peeved her to no end the little labor slave bore more confidence than she was feeling, that and the fact he was able to show it so plainly. But she also knew she shouldn't feel jealous, his life was far more difficult than hers was, and he was making the best of it.Before long, a stunning unicorn made herself known, and Phoenix made a sweeping bow as she recognized the mare to be a rather famous individual due to her marriage. It suddenly occurred to her who their host was, if Faiza's presence were any indicator."No trouble at all, Lady Faiza." From behind the chevalier, a servile slave made their presence known [Jessiah]. The long-eared slave signed, and Phoenix felt relieved that she remembered learning many years ago. She made a mental note to work on it again. It was fuzzy, like a muscle that hadn't been used in a long time, much like her wings. She nodded her head to Jessiah, a quiet affirmation to let them know she understood.A new voice had her looking towards the maker, and her earlier suspicions were confirmed. Advisor Aleksei. She bowed her head to show her utmost respect, her long ears pointed in his direction as she absorbed the information. A tiny bit of fear grasped at her chest. What would her Mistress say? It was not unknown that Eliina did not support the current King, but would outwardly stating so be wise while she was alone? She needed to think about it a moment, instead keeping her head slightly bowed, opting to allow the others to speak before her.She was unsurprised the boy, Runt, immediately spoke up, having no hesitations about supporting Aleksei.She needed to think, to be sure with her heart. |
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Post by reyarpg on Feb 3, 2021 16:39:16 GMT -6
Edenne;| Aodh | Servile Slave
talks to runt + talks to the room Rosa was looking beautiful tonight. Even while protecting herself with armor, she was looking stunning. Edenne expected nothing less from her powerful patron. Edenne, likewise, recognized many of the faces here, though not nearly as many as Rosa. She did not feel entirely confident in greeting most by name. By the time Rosa had made her rounds greeting, however, she was able to put more names to faces.
There was a sideways glance when Rosa greeted Oberyn, though it was only a brief moment. Rosa greeted the labor slave - Runt - and soon enough was handing Edenne a less than desirable bridle to tuck away. She did so, uncomplaining, grimacing at the brief taste of dirt and sweat on her tongue from the leather. At least it was tucked away, safe for now.
Finally, their host arrived, stepping down the stairs. Not even Edenne could deny he was beautiful - and impressive. She knew his name and his face from working closely with Rosalba; that was Advisor Aleksei. She wasn't surprised to know he owned the pub that they had all spoken in, before. His words, however, definitely sent nerves and shock rippling through her.
Their support in dethroning Isador.
Edenne's throat felt dry in that moment, her blood running a few shades colder. The words he spoke were very serious, and their implications dire. And what - pray tell - could she do? Her pelt prickled uncomfortably, and whatever desire to speak she had went out the window. She wanted to defer to Rosa; see how she responded, and go from there. The proposal almost seemed unreal. However, the labor slave Runt speaking up to ask what they could do echoed just about what Edenne wanted to say.
Yes, what else can we do indeed?
"You have my support, as well, your Eminence." Edenne spoke up, sounding far more confident now - perhaps emboldened by the slave next to her speaking so freely so..bravely. Unsure of what else to add - at least, without hearing Rosa's thoughts - she left it at that, short and sweet.
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Post by Luneby on Feb 4, 2021 12:57:03 GMT -6
E U O N I A"Renunciation, total and sweet."
She was unsurprised when Faiza appeared, although Euonia had hoped to see someone else.
“I have walked safely, my Lady.” She answers, politely dipping her head to greet the unicorn mare.
A nod of approval welcomed Rosalba’s gesture as she freed Runt- whose name she would not forget- from his bridle. All should be able to be actors in the revolution that was coming on an equal footing.
And then appeared the one she was looking for. Uncloaked, unmasked, wearing their own skin at last. She had nothing to hide anymore either – a genuine smile found her lips, free of restraint, as she greeted them with a quiet bow. The familiar feeling of their presence in her mind made her feel warm – safe, and heard.
“Wherever you are, whenever you need, I will be your voice always.”
But she found herself short on time to answer Tesana and translate Jessiah’s signs into audible words – for Aleksei was not one to make his guests wait. She bowed silently as he appeared, expression falling solemn. She had promised him her loyalty before – But finally, she could voice her support out loud. How happy she was to free herself of the burden of secrecy – how proud she was to see Aleksei revealing himself at last.
“You have my support. I will aid you to step into the light, where you belong and seize the bloodied crown that rests on an unworthy head.” She says, loud and firm. She watched Runt through tender eyes – he of all people had showed his support first to one who wanted to be King. He was a brave, smart little colt that she respected more by the minute.
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Feb 5, 2021 0:27:09 GMT -6
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Adonis watched Aleksei descend the stairs into the Goldhead Pub. To restore the throne to the Soleil family - as they had held it before Isador had tarnished the gilded seat of Aodh. Again he felt the taste of death on his tongue, for pledging so much to Aleksei would be breaking the seated vow of his House from centuries before. But could he stand by as Isador continued to take Aodh for his own? Continued to make a mockery of their monarchy and ages of dynasty? For such a selfish act, he had made Aodh pay for the price of his treason and regicide. The people were restless, the refugee situation was getting worse by the day, and it all began with the death of Solaris by Isador. He had no doubt all but led astray the small King Amadeus, after killing the boy’s mother and squandering Aodh’s golden age - an age that had made them truly great once more - and for what?
Power and greed. The same motivators that ran through any true Aodhian’s veins - thick and rich. Perhaps Isador had forgotten the gold through it all. Honor held power and greed in balance, and he had murdered honor alongside Solaris with drops in a goblet.
Flamen Euonia’s voice was strong, musical. The two before her, Runt and Rosalba’s servile Edenne, weaved a song of support, and the Flamen’s statement - unwavering, resilient, like flame -
“- I will aid you to step into the light, where you belong and seize the bloodied crown that rests on an unworthy head.”
It rang in his head. Adonis stepped up, alongside Euonia as he had been standing near her all the while, inclining his head in a bow and feeling the weight of it all on his shoulders.
“House Julius stands with you, Advisor Aleksei,” He began, low, “Aodh’s light has been tarnished by bloody hands, and the people call for a golden age once more.”
When he lifted his head, he looked not to the nobility in the room. Words with weight and voices with riches, he was beginning to realize, were only meant to be amplifiers for the people, for those with no power of their own. The slaves that stood around them risked life and limb - more than any of them - to voice support for this cause.
Resolutely, he looked to Aleksei, meeting his gaze, “I can have weaponry and armory at the ready, Ignacio forbid it comes to that, but all and any support in my estates and businesses are primed for our cause. Long live Soleil.”
Faintly, Adonis thought: should he ask now or later for a drink?
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 5, 2021 13:51:54 GMT -6
Tesana;Aodh|Commoner
The hippocampus returned the greetings and queries addressed to her from most in the room with polite difference, bowing her head and using the right pleasantries. Gaze was snagged by the removal of Runt’s bridle, surprised but finding herself pleased, and realizing that the poor things probably hadn’t ever had it removed before…
Attention shifted to another figure as they came down the stairs, one who used sign language. Unfortunately, Tesana only knew a few bits of sign language, nothing near enough to even make a full sentence. It was a relief that Flamen Euonia would take up the task of translating for them all.
However, when the next figure came down the stairs, pieces began to fit together in the mare’s mind. That was Advisor Aleksei. And when he spoke…
Well, Tesana gaped for a moment.
She really couldn’t help herself, though she did pull herself together a moment later, her fins quivering slightly as she lifted her wine glass for a long sip, the liquid trembling.
Get it together, Tes, the mare chided herself, knowing it had been unseemly behavior in front of such prestigious individuals. She could only hope that no one really noticed, the slaves speaking up and pledging support immediately.
It was just...the moment had felt so monumental she had been completely stunned. It was the stuff of stories -- and here she was, a mere commoner, standing in the midst of it.
Where a labor slave child was showing more courage than her.
Dear Sun and Waves, help me keep my wits together this night, Tes prayed, drawing a deep breath and managing to stop most of her trembling, her ears taking in the answering affirmations of most present.
The words of Flamen Euonia once more sank into her, drawing her attention and further settling her nerves. They were so eloquent, so beautiful, and inspiring. They touched her soul, as only a skilled representative of Ignacio could.
Aleksei seemed so young, though he stood confidently, and she couldn’t remember ever hearing about scandal or issues within his House. He was of the right bloodline (though Amadeus had shown that wasn’t everything), but for all...Isador had been proven to have gotten where he was only through deceit and blood, and he was failing this country.
“I am sure you already know our answers, since you have invited us here, Advisor Aleksei,” Tesana replied, bowing her head and thinking, of course he owns this pub too. “You do formally have my support. I want to help right the wrongs done to my fellow equines.”
Lifting her head once more, she saw her glance was empty, her gaze sliding toward the bar. The mare gave herself a mental shake and strode toward it, taking a spot behind.
“Forgive me, esteemed friends, but I think best while my teke is busy. Would anyone like a drink? I’m no professional, but I can manage,” Tesana announced, soothing her nerves with finding glasses and pouring wine into at least her own. And after a glance at their youngest member (for surely they’d all be counted friends of a sort considering they were together plotting to overthrow the current king, for Ignacio’s sake), she began putting together a fruity non-alcoholic drink. The kid deserved something for that courage.
“Here, child, take it,” Tes announced, setting it down after finding a little straw under the bar. Could the child even use his teke after so long?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2021 14:42:32 GMT -6
BALE
Bale kept an ear to the conversation, politely nodding to anyone who acknowledged him. A few sparkles of light surrounded him, swirling in the air in a relaxed manner - the glow itself somewhat politely dim.
He made his way towards the table, as discreetly as one could with large antlers and a tail that almost matched his body in length. He picked out a couple snacks; it was beyond him why everyone always insisted on making the food items so small at these things. Milan had, time and time again, assured him that one full platter was not a serving size, so he used restraint.
His golden eyes glanced up as Faiza came downstairs, and his expression lightened - he had grown to quite like his husband’s cousin. It was funny for someone to feel like he was safe, for he typically relied on his own strength, but he knew the colorful mare could hold her ground. He joined the others in saying he had no trouble, while discreetly sliding himself a couple more snacks.
What really pulled his attention away from the catering was Aleksei. Bale could tell they were at the cusp of big things, and he was honored to be a part of it.
Yes, one could argue Isador had allowed his freedom and given approval to his raise in station, but that did not outweigh the disquieting nature of his other actions. He was inclined to side with Aleksei, if for nothing else, for being a part of his extended family. Gods knew how much he had yearned for family since he had been a boy.
“I’ve said it before, and I’m not afraid to say it again. You have my support as well”, he stated calmly, assuredly.
“I could take one”, he murmured as he stepped closer to the bar where Tesana was keeping busy, for he recognized the need to do something.
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FAIZA
Faiza eyed the room, nodding to everyone. She was truly relieved to hear the guests had found it there safely and without trouble - even though she liked to assume she would have known had it been otherwise. So much was riding on this.
She was happy to take her place next to Aleksei as he came down and addressed the crowd, to stand together with her man. He was a vision with his golden coat and the contrasting blue outfit, and Faiza knew exactly how much it had taken for him to be here today, like this. This wasn’t really her battle, but she would do anything in her power to aid Aleksei on his way.
Her heart felt like it was drumming itself against her ribcage awaiting for the responses, even if she looked calm, almost serene, on the outside.
And as she listened, her heart swelled at the bravery of the young slave, and she smiled at Runt warmly. The expression didn’t dwindle at the ones who spoke after, either. It was truly amazing to watch how a single, small match could light up fires around them, to ignite such bravery and passion. These were the true Aodhians by heart, and Faiza was proud to stand among them.
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Post by Zugunruhes on Feb 6, 2021 18:33:19 GMT -6
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The Adviser arrived with the grace befitting a King, Kaspar noted. Despite that he was descending into a pub and not a great marble hall, greeted by a group still tense from what lingered in the streets outside and not a crowd of eminents and foreign diplomats... he carried power and grace on the shoulders that bore the dragon-marked cloak. And the sight was one immediately reassuring to the Flamen.
He smiled openly at the Adviser's appearance, letting his expression reach anyone who cast curious glances around the room. There was no need to be reticent and now was the time to be vocal in both word and manner. And from that same strong-willed belief it was no hardship for Kaspar to announce his allegiance to Aleksei's cause. Voices in the room rang out declaring their faith in the young Adviser and Kaspar looked at each of them in turn warmly.
Each could speak freely- Isador's will to silence the truth could not penetrate the walls of the Goldhead- and Kaspar wondered how many of them had been keeping something dear close to their hearts for so long. "You have my support and friendship, Adviser Aleksei." He began. "We spoke of an endless night once- without stars to guide us- but now I look around this room and see their radiance in these faces. I am proud to be among all of them."
"Fernos will support you too." In his sermons he had been alluding to the rumors discretely, but in private there was a growing number of attendants who shared Kaspar's feelings of the Crown because they feared for the refugees.
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 6, 2021 21:32:04 GMT -6
R O S A L B A
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She remembered, suddenly, long ago, the unblemished feeling of pride.
Of when Rosalie would master some task or lesson, or pipe up with an unexpectedly brilliant answer, and Rosalba had been so proud her heart had ached.
It ached now, when Sereya made her proud, but in a different sort of way. Bruised.
It was so hard to feel proud when she felt it, always, in them both. When Sereya’s victories reminded her of someone else’s. Like rose bushes growing together, tangled, ensnared- impossible to separate even as one withered and died. One just beginning to bloom, one she needed to prune away before it choked out the other. Pride in someone else did not come without thorns, for Rosalba.
But it was hard not to feel, at least for a moment, a little proud of Runt.
And proud of Edenne, when she voiced her own support unprompted.
The smile Rosalba gave her was small, but pleased, even as she stepped forward to bow her head to Aleksei.
“You know of my support as well,” She rumbled. “But House Cardea stands with you, as it has always stood with House Soleil, and with House Aelius.” She raised her chin, looking the gold unicorn in the eyes. “I will pull Isador from the throne myself, if I must.” She smiled suddenly, the flash of fangs like the glint of a hidden blade. “Whatever you need, Cardea will provide.”
Her eyes flickered over to Tesana at the offered drinks, and it wasn’t hard to spot the tremble in her teke, and any amusement she might have felt at a clearly in over her head commoner was quickly spoiled by the enormity of what they faced- she couldn't blame Tesana any more then she could blame anyone else here for being afraid.
The fact that the hippocampus stayed was a considerable point in her favor.
“I’ll take a drink,” She agreed, inclining her head gratefully towards Tesana. “Anything strong will do. I imagine we’ll need it, tonight.” She drawled, turning again towards Aleksei with a single arched brow.
She had little belief that he had arranged this meeting purely to ask for support- especially with commoners and laborers involved. Asking for their support was dangerous, too- he was putting a face to the rumors, now. She wondered if they were all being tested, somehow, and if this was merely the opening before a plan would be laid out before them- her blood burned just thinking of it.
Finally, action. Rumors and hearsay were what she dealt with best, but she would gladly drop them to the wayside for now- Isador would not be removed from the throne with pretty words and gossip. They could only work from the shadows for so long.
She could really go for that drink now, actually.
(Speaks to Tesana and Aleksei! Thinks/interacts a bit with Edenne and Runt.)
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Post by kajeayn on Feb 6, 2021 21:33:29 GMT -6
J E S S I A H
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Their gaze caught briefly on Euonia’s, their eyes smiling but mouth unmoving despite the lack of a bit tonight.
They were still bridled, but wore no bit, and it was a foreign feeling to them. The rest of their outfit was carefully selected, gilded armor and rich fabrics- all bearing colors or insignia of House Aelius. Blues and golds marked them, the visage of a lion- and at their chest, carved into their breastplate, a lion with dragon wings on each side.
A servant of Aelius, and of Soleil.
A guardian for them both.
The reeling of racing minds skittered along the edges of their awareness like distant pricks of claws, and they tried to not linger on any voice they heard. They were still learning to listen to groups, skimming over a crowd’s mingled voices and looking for anything of note. When they’d first been blessed, it was hard not to focus on whoever spoke the loudest- their feelings the strongest and thus the clearest.
It had also been difficult to not get lost in the thoughts of others, when they were that intense- the startled fear in the room casting thoughts in a clear, vivid light was difficult to ignore, and set them on edge.
But even with the worried voices buzzing in their head like insects, they were not afraid. They felt a little like their days back in the Crucible, hearing the distant roar of the crowd as their blood began to boil in readiness. Back then, they had never hoped for glory, for victory- they had only hoped for approval, for praise hard fought for.
Now, something like anticipation danced under their skin.
Months, ages of planning and secrets and schemes, culminating in open meetings like this- the most daring of the plots they had been involved in thus far. They were no longer listening from the shadows, committing names and faces to memory, searching for alliances and enemies alike.
Tonight, they looked out to a room of friends, with no bit in their mouth. Nothing to silence them, even a new voice that could be used at their will.
They had never imagined themselves to ever even care about royalty, let alone find themselves so deeply entrenched in the coming of a new King, but it had led them here, and they had no regrets. They’d follow Aleksei to the ends of the earth if he asked them to, and they knew he knew that.
It was a dangerous feeling that began to crawl under their skin, one familiar to them, one that Aleksei had gifted them before. One Euonia sometimes gave them, too.
Hope.
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Post by ThatDenver on Feb 7, 2021 13:24:11 GMT -6
ALEKSEI
He could hear his own heartbeat as he waited for them to respond. Even though he had spoken to so many of them before – even though he had good reason to believe they would support him – the nerves never really went away. He supposed it was natural; if he wasn’t nervous, would he even be a person?
It was touching that the two slaves spoke up first. The other one was so very young too; Aleksei seemed to recall his name being Runt. He smiled at them both, and then at Euonia, whose trust in his ability was, as ever, humbling.
Then there was Adonis – of a Lesser House, Aleksei knew, one of the young ones that his great-great uncle Mishal had made.
”I am afraid it is likely to be necessary”, he said honestly.
The turns to speak went around the rest of the room. Tesana, who was now offering drinks – Bale of course, momentarily distracted from his eating. Kaspar, who had clearly gained in confidence since their last meeting, and then Rosalba; for whom this was just as personal as it was for Aleksei.
”I thank you all. Your trust means everything to me”, Aleksei said.
”I know of your efforts to spread these rumors. The truth mixing with the absolutely ludicrous has certainly been beneficial to our cause – while Isador by now knows that something more than mere political scheming at play, he still seems unsure as to where his enemy is”, he told them. It was this fact that had protected them, and part of the reason the rumors had been so vital. With a thousand mouths and a thousand more heads, one could not randomly strike at the hydra; not even Isador.
”But I’m afraid that we can not trust this protection for long. Isador is not stupid, and many are still loyal to him – and he has proven himself to be ruthless”, Aleksei went on, before sharing: ”He has increased his personal security, and rarely meets with anyone. He is expecting an assassin, and is prepared for that occasion. To attempt it would give him the tools to turn the game on us.”
Aleksei looked towards the stairs from which he had descended moments before.
”Which is why we will attempt no such thing. We will rouse the people against him – create a banner around which New Valore will gather. Whether it be by sheer voices of the people or a bloodier feat remains to be seen”, he said, and then his voice rose once more: ”But tonight, I present you that symbol which Isador can not hope to overcome. Marcellus Soleil, Prince of Aodh.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2021 13:24:42 GMT -6
MARCELLUS
In the upstairs of the pub, concealed by the structure she stood still and waited. Her heart felt like a caged bird inside her chest as first Faiza left, then Jessiah, and lastly Aleksei. Seconds seemed to stretch into eternities and her teke clung to her coat.
She could hear the crowd downstairs, hooves moving across the floor, glasses clinking; all the mundane sounds, yet tonight was not mundane at all. It was not a celebration, either, but she still had to focus to not let her mind wander into the last occasion she’d been amid larger numbers - the New Year’s Ball.
Marcellus had been in hiding, a well kept secret for around a year now. There had been comfort in the confinement, room and time to just process. That time was over now, however. Their time was now.
She could hear Aleksei’s voice, and waited for her cue. Her heart beat almost painfully hard, her mouth dry. The floorboards gave the telltale creak as soon as she moved, and headed for the stairs. It sounded impossibly loud in her ears.
Her form was covered by a heavy, hooded cloak that obscured her features, only a small part of her tail fin visible from underneath. As she came down the stairs, she let the cloak fall, regarding the room with her eyes bright and her coat just as shiny as it had been the day she died. She quickly assumed her spot on Aleksei’s left, her demeanor as graceful as one would be accustomed to seeing from a royal.
”The House Soleil stands with the House Aelius. With Aleksei.”
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Post by Dream-Lark on Feb 7, 2021 14:04:13 GMT -6
Tesana;Aodh|Commoner
More announcements of loyalty were made about the room, voice filtering into Tesana’s ears. She was doing her best to follow them, while at the same time not be overwhelmed. The fact that she could occupy her teke by doing something (as Flamen Bale had just requested something) helped a great deal. She was used to baking, or folding bits of laundry, checking over guest books and the like, while running Ignacio’s Touch and listening to the attendant’s needs and requests. She could multitask well, and it helped her focus, to move while processing something.
The mare set Bale’s drink down on the counter, glancing up as she heard a sharp voice, taking in Emin Rosalba’s anger once more. Oh, that noble wanted blood, and Tes would never want to be on the opposite end of her wrath, that was for sure. It sent a shiver down her spine.
But with a quick smile and a nod, the hippcocampus set about mixing up another cocktail, this one more potent than the last she’d made for the Flamen (she was not about to be accused of dulling one of Ignacio’s Chosen's senses), using two different types of liqueurs. Strong, but not enough to mess with someone who drank regularly...which it was assumed nobility often did.
Tesana slid this drink onto the bar as Aleksei began to speak again, sea green gaze snapping up to center on him. Making the drinks had distracted her from the overwhelming urge to start bombarding the Advisor with questions about the vision they’d all been shown that night, when the necklace Flamen Euonia had been wearing shattered.
She was glad an assassination was not the in the plans for the future, at least from Aleksei. More blood to take the crown...did not sit well with her. It wouldn’t sit well with the rest of the people either. It wouldn’t fix anything, just show that someone had been sneakier than the other.
But when the golden unicorn spoke of symbols, Tes’s eyes went wide.
It really was true then.
Again, the commoner gaped as a figure from recent history stepped down the stairs and revealed herself. Someone who should be dead. But there she stood, living and breathing, telling them she stood with Advisor Aleksei.
And yet…
“You don’t want the crown for yourself?”
The question was out before she could process it, and the click of teeth as her mouth snapped shut was quite audible, a flush heating up her cheeks.
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Post by Prismaticlysm on Feb 7, 2021 15:12:10 GMT -6
Runt ♦ Phoenix Aodh - Labor Slave ♦ Aodh - Servile Slave
Everyone was sounding their support, and here she was, quiet. It wouldn't do, she knew. She had been summoned here for a reason. Aleksei believed that she was to help the cause, and Phoenix knew that this was no time to reflect. She knew in her heart that she supported the downfall of Isador, the King who she feared ever day. Her eyes went to Runt, the boy who held the title Labor Slave that she so rightfully feared. She was torn from Iscah, she would not be torn away from Eliina. Never again!"I, Phoenix, give you my support, as does House Xoias. We stand firm behind you, Advisor." She deeply bowed her head, small flames licking around her hooves.She fell silent, her heart pounding in her chest. But she felt...better. She didn't feel as much fear. It was, of course, still scary, but she felt she had a new purpose, that spark that Ignacio spoke about. This was what he meant. She would not fail Eliina and House Xoias, nor would she fail the Smoldering Sun.Aleksei spoke again, talking about the rumors, the truths, and how Isador knew something was going on, but unsure who was causing it. She couldn't help but smirk, knowing full well she was surrounded by those very equines that were the thorns in the Kings side. She felt glad to be among them. The Advisor went on to explain how Isador expected an assassination, and Phoenix didn't need to hear the rest. Anyone in power would always be expecting that anyway, but Isador was a whole other beast. He proved he would kill many to get what he wanted, and she knew it was only a matter of time before the bullseye landed on each and every one in this room.The stallion looked to the stairs, and Phoenix followed his gaze. To her astonishment, it was not a vision that appeared before them. Marcellus Soliel descended the stairs in her gilded glory, a look of shock frozen on Phoenix's face. No. She was dead. It was all over Aodh how many had been lost that fateful night. How this glittering mare, standing before her, had died in the worst way. Shaking herself, she regained her lost composure. Marcellus announced she, too, stood with Aleksei's plan. The pegasus stood tall, but then peered over at the hippocampus who had been serving drinks. The question...it made Phoenix wonder.Was Aleksei's plan taking the crown for himself or helping Marcellus assume their place as King? She pitied the wrath the mare's thoughtless question could incur, but appreciated that this would give them all the exact details of the plan. The long-eared pegasus looked to Aleksei curiously, though she didn't press the issue.Who was going for the crown?
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Post by mai | nychnymph on Feb 7, 2021 22:22:01 GMT -6
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Tesana, the sweet looking hippo, was a lifesaver. He was quick to cross the room to the commoner’s side, inclining his head toward her with a small smile, “A drink would be welcome. Just a wine, though I’m sure your mixing is more than agreeable.”
The compliment was easy on his tongue, and he was slightly surprised to find himself heartily genuine. These were esteemed peers, those with the same thoughts and minds and care for Aodh as himself. Adonis felt himself relax, never like he had before in the presence of others. Even his family were cutthroat to the very end, and these equines - no matter the status - had interests closer than all pettiness at heart. He felt calm and pleased for that alone.
The Flamen Kaspar, and Flamen Bale, chimed in with their support before Rosalba of Cardea pledged her house’s honor and the small slave of House Xoias perked up with her own vow.
As Aleksei spoke to him next, Adonis turned and weighed those words over in his head as he stood next to Tesana, “We have already begun work on preparing stock of steel and iron, and I’d only but insist we outfit many of this inner circle in the finest defenses given Isador’s underhanded tactics. I’ll give orders for the provision of weaponry and defensive armor as soon as I can.”
With that, they would have just barely a single upper hand on Isador. It was with a cold chill that he regarded Advisor Aleksei’s words. Isador would know sooner rather than later, and time was cutting short - faster than he had ever imagined. They’d need to be two steps ahead if they were to survive. He was half swaddled by planning his orders, under secrecy for if the wrong ears heard his armorers’ prep, they would quickly be found out - but then, Prince Marcellus descended into the pub.
He was ashamed to be rooted awestruck for a moment. Her words were music and he was all but floored to hear her declare such fealty. Marcellus was a sight, pure of Soleil’s dynasty, but she took a step to Aleksei’s left as if she was sworn to him in honor and not opposite.
Tesana spoke quickly - a burst of disbelief and bewilderment and he was inclined to agree. Did Marcellus reject the crown?
He swigged the wine in his teke fast and gracelessly. New Valore had always been a labyrinth of secrets and complications, but now it weaved itself all the more intense. Life in Aodh with House Aelius on the throne, would it be any better than House Vela? Surely it would. Aleksei was a smart equine, an Advisor at such a young age, and this was proof enough he was loyal to the traditions of Aodh and held a distaste for how Isador was treating its citizens. Would this usher the golden age they all so craved? Why would Marcellus, last of Soleil, refuse the seat of her ancestors?
Adonis did not speak, for Tesana’s question was miles more direct than any pandering from a political standpoint. Instead, he watched carefully, looking past Aleksei and Marcellus - cutting figures of grand royalty - to Faiza and, lastly, Jessiah. The slave was honorably standing nearby to the Advisor, tall and foreboding and endlessly loyal. They clearly supported Aleksei and this potential bid for the throne. Could he trust Aleksei as well?
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Post by SkyOfNewMoon on Feb 8, 2021 9:31:10 GMT -6
Nova;Aodh | Courtesan
shit Proving her suspicions right, Nova enjoyed watching Aleksei making his entrance down the stairs. His coat and adornments flaunting his wealth with perfect gleam with power and status for the whole room to see. It really gave Nova a true perspective on how these Nobles had to present themselves to each other, showing no weakness, not one chink in the armour (as it were she glanced at Faiza to watch her reaction). Whereas from her commoner pedestal, all she got was 'a status I'll never reach'. But she couldn't deny, she was instantly impressed when he said he owned the bar, which somewhat subconsciously (maybe mostly of habit) had her downing the last of her gin, very much ready for another as it seemed this night was just beginning.
Then he announced his plan to take the crown. 'Most definitely a status I'll never reach. Nor would I want to hold that burden.' She had to admit, Isador had made a real mess of things and this unicorn certainly looked like they had it all together. "I must admit, I'm not sure how this could directly benefit me, but Isador has made a right mess of things and the Soleil line belongs on the throne and you certainly seem to know what you're doing. More so than that sweet naive King, may their soul rest in peace." She added, ears flicking back and head resting in a light bow of respect before announcing, "You have my support. Whatever help I can offer, it's yours." (Could she really deny support when a room full of Flamines were offering theirs and in turn, Ignacio's?!).
Pleased with her outward support, she listened to the chorus of agreement that followed. Not to mention her eyes followed Tesana as she declared herself bartender for the evening. With a wink she jingled her empty glass at the hippocampus, hoping their clear nerves helped the alcohol flow a little stronger than usual. Just as she took another sip of her fresh drink, it came an inch from being spat on the floor as the Adviser announced the arrival of a true Soleil. The apparently dead Marcellus walked again, but it would seem the death that had been witnessed in the vision had not tampered with her beauty. Her golden scales shining far brighter than Aleksei's very well polished pieces.
Much like the rest of the room, Nova stood just as shocked (though quite proud of her fellow commoner) as Tesana so boldly asked the obvious question of the room. They all knew Aleksei was saying the Soleil line was meant for the throne, yet here one stood, declaring their support for him instead. Personally Nova couldn't imagine wanting to jump straight to ruling after waking from the dead (if she truly had been dead), no matter how rightful their throne was.
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Post by Luneby on Feb 8, 2021 10:02:58 GMT -6
E U O N I A"Renunciation, total and sweet."
The Prince’s ghastly apparition left Euonia frozen where she stood, eyes wide and jaw clenched as her ears flicked backwards and her wings ruffled.
Her gaze flicked towards Rosalba, waiting breathlessly for her reaction. She of all people would likely be the most affected by such a sight.
She had expected it, from the visions that came from the necklace Aleksei had given her. Yet her mind still refused to believe it, as much as she thought she would be ready to witness the real thing.
The Flamen did not like the idea of bringing anyone back from the dead. The matters of life and death were not Ignacio’s realm – as his priest and representant on earth, she had no authority to judge the ethics of the Prince’s return.
It still did not sit well with her.
She could do nothing but trust Aleksei in good faith and hope that his reasons lied elsewhere than the need of a symbol to legitimize his rule.
Euonia cleared her throat and shook her feathers, trying to gain back some of the composure that was an integral part to her holy persona. She tried her best to face the hippocampus’ gaze, not without deep discomfort she did her best to hide.
“Welcome back, Prince.” She slowly dipped her head. She would await the answers to the question Tesana had asked – hope they would be of any reassurance.
“… I could also use a drink, please. Wine sounds good.” She adds, eyes drifting towards Tesana with a thin, thankful smile.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2021 10:57:53 GMT -6
MARCELLUS
Marcellus wasn’t surprised to see shocked expressions, nor could she blame anyone for it. She hadn’t known what to make of it herself, at first.
Her gaze calmly met Tesana’s, no ire to be found on her expression. She looked understanding, momentarily, but showed no hesitation with her pick of the words:
“Aodh deserves a King who has lived among the people, a King who has stood by you during the recent years. As much as I love Her, I believe that Aleksei is the best choice. The right choice. Aodh needn’t a single more ruler who wants the crown for selfish gain, or takes it merely because their bloodline mandates it.”
For her petite frame, her voice had no trouble carrying over the room. Her heart beat impossibly fast still, but she had been raised to rise to an occasion.
She hadn’t been raised to rule, however; not like her still dead brother Alduin. Some had claimed she would have made a better King, regardless, and maybe they would have been right in different circumstances.
“Do not fret. Aelius and Soleil will be joined - it will be a new beginning. A brighter tomorrow, if we can get the plan right.”
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