http://www.grey-company.org/Circle/language/phrase.htm
so, i've been able to find a better Elven language dictionary since our last rp.
also, i can't remember the languages we'd picked last time.
i think it was Welsh & Irish, but i can't remember very well.
also, Sylvia just called Aranhil "Hallaer," which means "tall one."
i kind of felt she should take his pride as a warrior a bit more seriously, & use a term of affection that would suit him better than something "adorable."
River will probably call Emera "Lirimaer", aka "lovely one".
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Without warning, Sylvia burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. Her poor husband seemed to be so nervous, & over a small thing like her grandmother being buried at the roots of her dowry chest tree. If only he knew the tree count of the castle, or that even her wooden comb was used from the tree of the dearly departed.
"Grandmama isn't in my dowry chest, Hallaer," Sylvia assured Aranhil, leaning over to rest her cheek on his shoulder, "Elves allow themselves to return to nature from where they spawned. The trees only inherit our nutrients, not our souls. We are careful with the things made out of the wood out of respect for the deads' noble contribution. Don't your people still keep the skulls of great rulers?"
Deciding to calm herself, Sylvia closed her eyes & lightly nuzzled Aranhil's shoulder. She hoped for many days like this, where they could relax in the sun & enjoy each other's company. Every day she spent with Aranhil was relaxing, & she was certain he made sure of that. Even though he still had to deal with dignitaries & have meetings with others, he always made sure that she only focused on learning his peoples' culture without diversion. Sylvia had already read on the customs & beliefs of the Dragons before she was sent to marry Aranhil, but Elves only had so much information on their enemies. The culture of Aranhil's people was so much more rich than she originally believed; a little misogynistic with their beliefs that women should make children her first priority, yes, but every group was bound to have a flaw or two.
"Aranhil, would you allow me to help you with your work?" Sylvia asked her husband a bit hesitantly, "I know that it is considered mens' work here, but seeing as I'll probably never be able to help you in battle, I want to ease your burdens some other way."
"Grandmama isn't in my dowry chest, Hallaer," Sylvia assured Aranhil, leaning over to rest her cheek on his shoulder, "Elves allow themselves to return to nature from where they spawned. The trees only inherit our nutrients, not our souls. We are careful with the things made out of the wood out of respect for the deads' noble contribution. Don't your people still keep the skulls of great rulers?"
Deciding to calm herself, Sylvia closed her eyes & lightly nuzzled Aranhil's shoulder. She hoped for many days like this, where they could relax in the sun & enjoy each other's company. Every day she spent with Aranhil was relaxing, & she was certain he made sure of that. Even though he still had to deal with dignitaries & have meetings with others, he always made sure that she only focused on learning his peoples' culture without diversion. Sylvia had already read on the customs & beliefs of the Dragons before she was sent to marry Aranhil, but Elves only had so much information on their enemies. The culture of Aranhil's people was so much more rich than she originally believed; a little misogynistic with their beliefs that women should make children her first priority, yes, but every group was bound to have a flaw or two.
"Aranhil, would you allow me to help you with your work?" Sylvia asked her husband a bit hesitantly, "I know that it is considered mens' work here, but seeing as I'll probably never be able to help you in battle, I want to ease your burdens some other way."
Ella listened to Regina as she spoke, honestly a bit shocked that the woman was putting her under scrutiny so quickly. It seemed like the queen was going to be more protective than her husband. While Glenn was just happy that his son was getting hitched; Regina seemed to be a little more concerned that Marken would get along with his new bride. But what would Ella's best answer be?
"If I were to be completely blunt," Ella finally replied, "I appreciate his honesty the most. While I am quickly growing fond of your son, he has never given me the delusion that he fell in love with me at first sight; the kingdom has been his first priority since we have met." Ella looked away for a moment, trying to figure out how she should explain further without offending anyone. Marken may already be a bit angry with her for being so straightforward about knowing her place in his priorities.
"Marken's honesty has allowed me to get to know him on a more meaningful level than mere infatuation," Ella continued, "I've never met a man who’s been so clear with his intentions before. Most who have approached me in the past did so with a silver tongue, and I have no interest in being toyed with. My father taught me that I was worth more than being a man's door mat before he passed away."
Ella went back to eating after she finished speaking, hoping her answer sufficed. There was no point in lying about anything. No matter how in love she and Marken were supposed to be, it didn't mean she had to pretend to be some dingy girl who flattered others for favor. After all, Regina didn't seem to be the type to fall for that. She was sharp and quick with her words; Ella was comfortable with that. People who mulled over their replies often proved to be liars in the end.
"If I were to be completely blunt," Ella finally replied, "I appreciate his honesty the most. While I am quickly growing fond of your son, he has never given me the delusion that he fell in love with me at first sight; the kingdom has been his first priority since we have met." Ella looked away for a moment, trying to figure out how she should explain further without offending anyone. Marken may already be a bit angry with her for being so straightforward about knowing her place in his priorities.
"Marken's honesty has allowed me to get to know him on a more meaningful level than mere infatuation," Ella continued, "I've never met a man who’s been so clear with his intentions before. Most who have approached me in the past did so with a silver tongue, and I have no interest in being toyed with. My father taught me that I was worth more than being a man's door mat before he passed away."
Ella went back to eating after she finished speaking, hoping her answer sufficed. There was no point in lying about anything. No matter how in love she and Marken were supposed to be, it didn't mean she had to pretend to be some dingy girl who flattered others for favor. After all, Regina didn't seem to be the type to fall for that. She was sharp and quick with her words; Ella was comfortable with that. People who mulled over their replies often proved to be liars in the end.
[b]Quietly, Ella listened to Marken introduce his mother as she entered the room. A tightness in her chest formed as the woman spoke, her own curiousity taking hold. Was this what a mother was like? They were... warmer than she anticipated. This didn't ease her concience at all.
"I-it's very nice to meet you, Your Grace," Ella said with a small smile, "I am Ellanor Winters, daughter and heir of Vincent Winters."
Ella stood quietly after, unsure of what to do. What else should she say, besides the obvious? Everyone already knew that she wanted to marry Marken.
"I-it's very nice to meet you, Your Grace," Ella said with a small smile, "I am Ellanor Winters, daughter and heir of Vincent Winters."
Ella stood quietly after, unsure of what to do. What else should she say, besides the obvious? Everyone already knew that she wanted to marry Marken.
Although she was a bit miffed that he was teasing her, Ella gave Marken a small smile as he led her to the dining hall, admittedly a bit amused by this excitement. He seemed almost like a kid sometimes, barely able to contain his excitement. And honestly, she didn't mind it. Most royalty was filled with stiffs and overly proper fools that only wanted to impress others. But as a prince, Marken probably didn't have to impress many people.
On the way tithe dining hall, Ella wondered what kind of person Marken's mother was like, greatly hoping that she was as kind as Marken believed her to be. She'd met far too many "kind mothers" to blindly hope that everything would be as Marken said. Some mothers could just be downright nasty.
On the way tithe dining hall, Ella wondered what kind of person Marken's mother was like, greatly hoping that she was as kind as Marken believed her to be. She'd met far too many "kind mothers" to blindly hope that everything would be as Marken said. Some mothers could just be downright nasty.
Ella stared at Marken in open shock as he pulled off his shirt in front of her, unsure of how to react. Was he nuts? They were already breaking so many rules just by sharing a bed before they wedded! With her face turning completely red, the young woman turned away and rushed back to her room, slamming the door shut.
Damn it, Marken just had to be attractive. She should have just killed him last night, and not allowed her emotions to sway her. Letting out a groan, Ella changed out her night gown and into her clothes, begrudgingly putting her hair up for the moment. She had to admit, keeping it down when she was alone with Marken felt a little uplifting.
After Ella dressed herself, she went back to the door to Marken’s room, knocking on it gently. She really hoped that he would be dressed as well by now. He wasn't very fond of being “proper”. Maybe it was because he was royalty.
Damn it, Marken just had to be attractive. She should have just killed him last night, and not allowed her emotions to sway her. Letting out a groan, Ella changed out her night gown and into her clothes, begrudgingly putting her hair up for the moment. She had to admit, keeping it down when she was alone with Marken felt a little uplifting.
After Ella dressed herself, she went back to the door to Marken’s room, knocking on it gently. She really hoped that he would be dressed as well by now. He wasn't very fond of being “proper”. Maybe it was because he was royalty.
Blushing lightly, Ella allowed Marken to kiss her and snuggled closer to him. Reaching up, Ella wrapped her arms around Marken's neck, moaning weakly as he deepened the kiss as well. The feel of him teasing her mouth with his tongue had her tingling from head to toe. With a soft groan, she began to copy his actions, enjoying the feel of him so close.
Ella was content to stay in bed with him and kiss like this, knowing her day would be much more enjoyable if she did. But sadly, they had other plans. The sooner they got to the dining hall, the sooner Marken's father could tell the two of them about Queen Regina's miraculous recovery. She could only imagine that Glen would be delighted.
Pulling back, Ella smiled at Marken before she hugged him tightly, enjoying the happy moment. she just wanted to stay like this forever. In a perfect world, she'd just spend all of her time with Marken, without a care in the world.
"We should head over to breakfast," she suggested softly, "Your father should have some good news by now."
Ella was content to stay in bed with him and kiss like this, knowing her day would be much more enjoyable if she did. But sadly, they had other plans. The sooner they got to the dining hall, the sooner Marken's father could tell the two of them about Queen Regina's miraculous recovery. She could only imagine that Glen would be delighted.
Pulling back, Ella smiled at Marken before she hugged him tightly, enjoying the happy moment. she just wanted to stay like this forever. In a perfect world, she'd just spend all of her time with Marken, without a care in the world.
"We should head over to breakfast," she suggested softly, "Your father should have some good news by now."
Finally resting for a couple of hours, Ella awoke to the frustrated glare of Marken's governess as she looked down at the two. Rolling her eyes, Ella ignored the woman's harsh gaze and buried her face back into Marken's chest, sighing contently. Letting out a rather feral huff, the woman stalked back out of the bedroom for the time being. It seemed like Ella had finally warded her off. Ella laughed lightly and leaned up, rubbing her eyes.
"Marken, we should probably get up," Ella quietly told her fiancé, "Your caregiver doesn't seem to be very happy to have found us like this. It's only a matter of time before she comes back with a squad of nuns to purify us."
Leaning over Marken again, Ella kissed his cheek, happy that he was still alive. She wanted so badly to wake up next to Marken for the rest of her life now, but how could she make that work? She'd only choked up last night, and there was no way she could allow herself to do that again.
"Marken, we should probably get up," Ella quietly told her fiancé, "Your caregiver doesn't seem to be very happy to have found us like this. It's only a matter of time before she comes back with a squad of nuns to purify us."
Leaning over Marken again, Ella kissed his cheek, happy that he was still alive. She wanted so badly to wake up next to Marken for the rest of her life now, but how could she make that work? She'd only choked up last night, and there was no way she could allow herself to do that again.
aaaaaall of that information, & what does Aranhil get out of it?
"there's a dead woman at the foot of my bed."
xD
"there's a dead woman at the foot of my bed."
xD
Ella stood in her place after Marken left to go back to his room, completely shocked. Damn it, why'd he have to go and kiss her like that? And hug her so close to him? Marken treasured her so much, and in such a short time. How could she betray him now? But she had to.
Steeling herself, Ella climbed into bed and waited for a long time before she decided it would be best to go back to Marken's room; the clock in the drawing room stuck 2am and she sat up in bed, sliding out of her sheets. Deciding she didn't want to cause needless fighting & pain, Ella left her dagger under her pillow and clutched the vial of poison in her hand. She would make things swift and painless, and feed Marken the poison in his sleep. With luck, he would just pass away while he was still unconscious.
Gritting her teeth, Ella slowly opened the conjoining door and snuck into Marken's room as he slept. She tip-toed over to his bed in the dark, only able to see due to being trained how to see in dark situations. She imagined wearing glass shoes as always, her movements swift, but quiet.
Ella was unprepared to see Marken as she got to his bedside, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. He was so defenseless , it hurt to look at him. Lying flat on his back, the man slept with slow, even breaths and rested with half of his covers kicked off. He looked so calm and peaceful, and still wrapped around his neck was the cord of her father's amulet. He wore it, even right now? Ella felt her eyes welling up before she closed the poison vial and stuffed it into the pocket of her nightgown and quickly made her way back to her own room.
Her door let out a pretty loud thud as she re-shut it, but with luck, Marken would just assume Ella went go to use the bathroom. With tears now sliding from her eyes, Ella walked over to her bed and fell into it face-first. Damn it, she'd try again tomorrow. She just couldn't bear the thought of him dying right now. it had to be because his mother was still ill, right? Maybe Ella could finish her assignment once Marken was without regrets. Yes, that had to be it.
…_..._...
By sunrise, Ella hadn't gotten any sleep. Rather than letting herself dwell on it, Ella presumed that it was divine punishment for betraying both Marken and her king with her indecision and secrets. With a sigh, she climbed out of bed. Before that pushy governess came back, Ella was going to give Marken more happy memories. She owed him that, at least.
It was selfish of her, Ella knew it, but she wanted to be close to her until she took Marken’s life. She wanted him to be happy, and to not have any doubts about her feelings. She wanted things to be perfect for him when he crossed over. At this point, she’d already realized that she wouldn't be killing Marken just to go home. The attempt on the Rhal queen was proof that Marken and she would be in constant danger if she betrayed George. She couldn't just throw that on Marken and force him to look over his shoulder for the rest of his life.
Sneaking back into Marken’s room, Ella slowly climbed into the prince’s bed and slid closer to him . The old woman would be furious later, but Ella just wanted to be close to her fiancé at the moment. Being around Marken helped Ella forget that she was such a terrible person.
Moving closer until she shared the same pillow and faced Marken, Ella pulled up the covers to her ears and finally fell asleep, her hand reaching out in her sleep to gently grasp his. As she predicted, she was able to relax, and none of her reoccurring nightmares paid a visit to the resting woman.
Steeling herself, Ella climbed into bed and waited for a long time before she decided it would be best to go back to Marken's room; the clock in the drawing room stuck 2am and she sat up in bed, sliding out of her sheets. Deciding she didn't want to cause needless fighting & pain, Ella left her dagger under her pillow and clutched the vial of poison in her hand. She would make things swift and painless, and feed Marken the poison in his sleep. With luck, he would just pass away while he was still unconscious.
Gritting her teeth, Ella slowly opened the conjoining door and snuck into Marken's room as he slept. She tip-toed over to his bed in the dark, only able to see due to being trained how to see in dark situations. She imagined wearing glass shoes as always, her movements swift, but quiet.
Ella was unprepared to see Marken as she got to his bedside, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. He was so defenseless , it hurt to look at him. Lying flat on his back, the man slept with slow, even breaths and rested with half of his covers kicked off. He looked so calm and peaceful, and still wrapped around his neck was the cord of her father's amulet. He wore it, even right now? Ella felt her eyes welling up before she closed the poison vial and stuffed it into the pocket of her nightgown and quickly made her way back to her own room.
Her door let out a pretty loud thud as she re-shut it, but with luck, Marken would just assume Ella went go to use the bathroom. With tears now sliding from her eyes, Ella walked over to her bed and fell into it face-first. Damn it, she'd try again tomorrow. She just couldn't bear the thought of him dying right now. it had to be because his mother was still ill, right? Maybe Ella could finish her assignment once Marken was without regrets. Yes, that had to be it.
…_..._...
By sunrise, Ella hadn't gotten any sleep. Rather than letting herself dwell on it, Ella presumed that it was divine punishment for betraying both Marken and her king with her indecision and secrets. With a sigh, she climbed out of bed. Before that pushy governess came back, Ella was going to give Marken more happy memories. She owed him that, at least.
It was selfish of her, Ella knew it, but she wanted to be close to her until she took Marken’s life. She wanted him to be happy, and to not have any doubts about her feelings. She wanted things to be perfect for him when he crossed over. At this point, she’d already realized that she wouldn't be killing Marken just to go home. The attempt on the Rhal queen was proof that Marken and she would be in constant danger if she betrayed George. She couldn't just throw that on Marken and force him to look over his shoulder for the rest of his life.
Sneaking back into Marken’s room, Ella slowly climbed into the prince’s bed and slid closer to him . The old woman would be furious later, but Ella just wanted to be close to her fiancé at the moment. Being around Marken helped Ella forget that she was such a terrible person.
Moving closer until she shared the same pillow and faced Marken, Ella pulled up the covers to her ears and finally fell asleep, her hand reaching out in her sleep to gently grasp his. As she predicted, she was able to relax, and none of her reoccurring nightmares paid a visit to the resting woman.
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