Post by Avati on Dec 17, 2006 7:43:29 GMT -5
Just within the Moonhaven land borders, along its western shores before truly entering the heart of The Valley, a house stands, recognizable from sea by its single Palladian window, and its feather etching in its center. From the sky with its one skyward window, from the ground it is simply a house.
A house that had been planned, and under construction for longer than most human marriages last. Special consideration had been given, as well as a great deal of open space, for its intended occupant. Furniture was sparse, but chosen with care. Stools and chairs were spade backed, the design found, both abled to give support, and avoid infringing upon appendages.
Avati leaned to the side, looking across her living room to see out of either window beside the fireplace, looking still for the ever-present Apertaine. It had been three days since she returned, and encountered the creature. In addition, surprisingly it seemed more disinclined to kill her, as it so seemed to a moment into their meeting.
The woman stayed within her home, and slept much of the day away, rising only to greet the falling night, and her knew found companion. She spoiled the creature in her marveling, each night she went out bare foot, and a shallow basket of fruit and vegetables, and would sit, offering carrots and apples, and silently thanked whatever deity that had took pity. Wings bound, and her brothers’ words would have been enough to throw the woman into despair, but this was her first time, stepping foot within the home that had been made for her. And the Apertaine.
The door opened and closed, and wearily Avati listened to the footsteps before a smile broke upon her face at the familiar Zhoan.
“Papa.”
The warmth that filled the Zhoans eyes was instant, and had always been a comfort, she recognized him, build, gait, dressed full in his armor and cowl, every time threw herself, into arms that would open. Now, she grinned, and stay seated at the kitchens prep table watching as Chem neared.
“Nice to see you’re awake and moving finally.”
“I was both last time you saw me too.
“And barely able to walk to your own bath. He‘s a beaut ‘gale, young, strong, a great animal.” The remaining stool moved silent along the kitchen areas stone floor before the bounty hunter sat and relieved an apple from the bowl upon the table.
“I’ve spoken to the featherheads, did you hide them well?”
Avati looked out the window past her father once more before softly speaking, “How long have you know?” The chuckle brought her eyes to her father youthful tan face, he did not look too much older than she did, he would always be young before her eyes, and she…
“Stop that. You are not going to turn into dust this very minute. And I knew almost from the beginning, a gentle Pomira, a pirate? She had to have been successful to maintain everyone, her boys, and her group. She was an odd one, but she was successful, and happy. And tried very hard to keep those around her as thus.”
Avati nodded her head, even as she spoke, Chem pulled a letter from his shirt and slid it across the table to his offspring, before he took a bite of his apple.
“I got this a bit ago, but something has come up. I want you to go in my place.”
Avati glanced at the letter, her father, and the letter again, just want had he in mind?
Dear Sir/Madam,
After a series of inquiries, it has been brought to my attention that you might be obliged to pursue a small adventure on my behalf. The adventure involves you and a small band of other adventurers retrieving for me a small trinket that has been stolen from my possession. For your efforts, you will be well compensated—200 ka upon accepting the endeavor, and another 300 once the item has been safely returned to my hands.
For further details on this modest proposal, please arrive at my humble home within two weeks time. Present this letter to the doorman for entry.
Sincerely Yours,
Messir Palledon Thistlefoot
Dwarven Entrepreneur
17 Merchant’s Row
Auregon, Delain
transcribed this 11th day of Xshetan, 3017.
Avati blinked and looked at her father, it was not what he had in mind, but where he lost his. She tossed the letter upon the table effectively sliding it back to Chem.
“Can’t.”
“Won’t you mean.”
“No, I mean, I can not do it.”
“Afraid?”
“Always.” Avati smiled beautifully, closing her eyes to the uncertainty both their eyes held and played her jest, and charm.
“Further reason why you should go.”
“…Papa…”
Chem smiled, and it was clear where Avatis’ habits came, “Don’t you ‘Papa’ me. You can’t stay here, mope, and feed the horse.”
Chin upon hand Avati ran a finger upon the table top and thought for what angle this man played for “Why ever not?”
“We’ve received a job, while I can afford to pass it by, you however, cannot.”
That then got her attention, “‘We’? And why can’t I pass this one by?”
Chem halfway through with his apple to a large bite before finally speaking. “Because with something as small as this, it can’t break you, too bad. And, you need people skills apparently.”
“Why the apparently?”
“Because apparently, despite my dashing good looks, and charm, I have the foulest mouthed, ill tempered, wanton child, this side of the valley. Reckless too. Your Grandmamma says so.”
Avati rolled her eyes, she loved her grandmother, she was truly a lady, and still had a mean wooden spoon. “My wings’ busted.”
“You’ll be healed by time you get there.”
“But how am I going to get there, hmm?”
“Have you looked outside recently? There‘s a horse out there.”
“You want me to ride it?”
“If you leave now, you should be able to get there at a decent trot.”
A decent trot, right.
A house that had been planned, and under construction for longer than most human marriages last. Special consideration had been given, as well as a great deal of open space, for its intended occupant. Furniture was sparse, but chosen with care. Stools and chairs were spade backed, the design found, both abled to give support, and avoid infringing upon appendages.
Avati leaned to the side, looking across her living room to see out of either window beside the fireplace, looking still for the ever-present Apertaine. It had been three days since she returned, and encountered the creature. In addition, surprisingly it seemed more disinclined to kill her, as it so seemed to a moment into their meeting.
The woman stayed within her home, and slept much of the day away, rising only to greet the falling night, and her knew found companion. She spoiled the creature in her marveling, each night she went out bare foot, and a shallow basket of fruit and vegetables, and would sit, offering carrots and apples, and silently thanked whatever deity that had took pity. Wings bound, and her brothers’ words would have been enough to throw the woman into despair, but this was her first time, stepping foot within the home that had been made for her. And the Apertaine.
The door opened and closed, and wearily Avati listened to the footsteps before a smile broke upon her face at the familiar Zhoan.
“Papa.”
The warmth that filled the Zhoans eyes was instant, and had always been a comfort, she recognized him, build, gait, dressed full in his armor and cowl, every time threw herself, into arms that would open. Now, she grinned, and stay seated at the kitchens prep table watching as Chem neared.
“Nice to see you’re awake and moving finally.”
“I was both last time you saw me too.
“And barely able to walk to your own bath. He‘s a beaut ‘gale, young, strong, a great animal.” The remaining stool moved silent along the kitchen areas stone floor before the bounty hunter sat and relieved an apple from the bowl upon the table.
“I’ve spoken to the featherheads, did you hide them well?”
Avati looked out the window past her father once more before softly speaking, “How long have you know?” The chuckle brought her eyes to her father youthful tan face, he did not look too much older than she did, he would always be young before her eyes, and she…
“Stop that. You are not going to turn into dust this very minute. And I knew almost from the beginning, a gentle Pomira, a pirate? She had to have been successful to maintain everyone, her boys, and her group. She was an odd one, but she was successful, and happy. And tried very hard to keep those around her as thus.”
Avati nodded her head, even as she spoke, Chem pulled a letter from his shirt and slid it across the table to his offspring, before he took a bite of his apple.
“I got this a bit ago, but something has come up. I want you to go in my place.”
Avati glanced at the letter, her father, and the letter again, just want had he in mind?
Dear Sir/Madam,
After a series of inquiries, it has been brought to my attention that you might be obliged to pursue a small adventure on my behalf. The adventure involves you and a small band of other adventurers retrieving for me a small trinket that has been stolen from my possession. For your efforts, you will be well compensated—200 ka upon accepting the endeavor, and another 300 once the item has been safely returned to my hands.
For further details on this modest proposal, please arrive at my humble home within two weeks time. Present this letter to the doorman for entry.
Sincerely Yours,
Messir Palledon Thistlefoot
Dwarven Entrepreneur
17 Merchant’s Row
Auregon, Delain
transcribed this 11th day of Xshetan, 3017.
Avati blinked and looked at her father, it was not what he had in mind, but where he lost his. She tossed the letter upon the table effectively sliding it back to Chem.
“Can’t.”
“Won’t you mean.”
“No, I mean, I can not do it.”
“Afraid?”
“Always.” Avati smiled beautifully, closing her eyes to the uncertainty both their eyes held and played her jest, and charm.
“Further reason why you should go.”
“…Papa…”
Chem smiled, and it was clear where Avatis’ habits came, “Don’t you ‘Papa’ me. You can’t stay here, mope, and feed the horse.”
Chin upon hand Avati ran a finger upon the table top and thought for what angle this man played for “Why ever not?”
“We’ve received a job, while I can afford to pass it by, you however, cannot.”
That then got her attention, “‘We’? And why can’t I pass this one by?”
Chem halfway through with his apple to a large bite before finally speaking. “Because with something as small as this, it can’t break you, too bad. And, you need people skills apparently.”
“Why the apparently?”
“Because apparently, despite my dashing good looks, and charm, I have the foulest mouthed, ill tempered, wanton child, this side of the valley. Reckless too. Your Grandmamma says so.”
Avati rolled her eyes, she loved her grandmother, she was truly a lady, and still had a mean wooden spoon. “My wings’ busted.”
“You’ll be healed by time you get there.”
“But how am I going to get there, hmm?”
“Have you looked outside recently? There‘s a horse out there.”
“You want me to ride it?”
“If you leave now, you should be able to get there at a decent trot.”
A decent trot, right.