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"Until then," Sparhawk nodded by way of reply. After whistling at his brute of a horse, the two of them departed, and he rode his way back to his lord's manor.
"You know, Faran, I think this is probably the most insane idea I've ever had."
Faran snorted.
"Okay, so maybe it was his idea, but I still decided to act on it."
The manor was a fairly modest size - Sparhawk couldn't attest to its appearance; he was knighted sometime after he lost his sight, but it took him a good few years to memorize all of its rooms. He didn't live in the manor itself, his lord allowed him a small property to call his own, at which his wife and young daughter lived. What were the odds of meeting Mira again after all this time? They'd hardly been adults when they parted ways. But even more curiously was how she managed to lose her voice. He'd heard of pirates having a habit of cutting out tongues for various reasons - maybe they did it for all the talking she did. He smirked. She always did talk too much, but that weasel was going to grate on his nerves even more.
He shook his head.
"Sir?" He heard a voice to his left and down.
"Yes?"
"Your horse, sir?"
"What about him?"
"Did you want me to stable him, sir?"
Sparhawk had barely noticed that Faran had stopped moving.
"Right. He's all yours then - Faran, don't do something I'll regret later," he warned his animal as he dismounted.
He made his way indoors, leaving the poor stablehand to deal with his horse. He found his lord in his study.
"Come in, Sparhawk. So, you're taking me up on my suggestion, then?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Excellent. I think it will do you some good!"
"Assuming I don't get killed in the process, my Lord," Sparhawk pointed out.
"Nonesense! Even as a blind man, you're still the best swordsman in the country!"
"I wouldn't know, my Lord, but I would ask a favor, if I may."
"Anything, my good man."
"I should like to borrow two extra horses."
"By all means, have your pick! The stablehands know I keep too many of them, anyway. Oh, and you shall have a pack horse, and supplies to boot. I'll see that you have everything you need to begin your journey. I'm not going to send my best man out with nothing!"
"You are generous, my Lord."
"I am, rather, aren't I? But, how does your family feel about this?"
"They are a little less than pleased, my Lord."
"A shame. But not to worry, Sparhawk, I'll make sure they are looked after."
"Thank you, my Lord."
"Are you off to see them now?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Very good then, off you go!"
Sparhawk bowed. "My Lord."
He turned on his heel and left the manor. He'd always suspected perhaps that his lord had an unhealthy fancy for his wife - but he was proud to say that his wife was nearly as deadly with a frying pan as he himself was with a blade... and even if she angered him and he turned them out, she could easily take care of herself and their little girl.
Though, he had to admit, he was as loathe to leave them behind as they were for him to leave.
The moment he entered the little cottage, he was attacked with hugs from both sides.
"Father!" Came the excited voice of a child.
The taller woman said nothing, but he knew what she was thinking.
"Hello, little one."
When his wife released him, he bent down to pick up the little girl.
"How's my Vella?"
"Good. Are you really going away?"
He could hear the pout in her voice.
"Yes, little one."
"Can't I come?"
"Oh but I wish you could. I'll miss you terribly."
"I'll miss you too, father... I -" She trailed off, as if losing her thought.
He heard his wife's voice from beside him.
"Vella?"
"How come you're letting another little girl go with you, but not me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw a girl! She's going to try to steal something from you."
Sparhawk frowned, addressing his wife.
"How long has she been doing this?"
"Since a few weeks ago, but, it's been getting more frequent. She gets... distracted when she looks at certain people, and she keeps telling me things that she thinks they're going to do."
Sparhawk frowned.
"Vella, what do you see?"
"Oh simply lots of things, father. Mmmm, some people are boring to look at, they don't have any images. But some people have a whole cloud of images floating around them like a great big aura. You've got lots of images, father!"
His wife's voice sounded nervous.
"At first I thought she was making up a game, but she keeps insisting that whatever it is she's seeing is real."
Sparhawk nodded.
"I don't think you should be worried about this, Elena."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I didn't study the subject myself, but this sounds to me like she may be a Seer."
"A Seer? Gods, Sparhawk, I realize you studied a little bit of magic years ago, but how likely is that, really?"
"Not likely, I know, but she definitely believes in what she sees."
"Is there any way to find out?"
"Sure. I'd imagine you can just wait to see if anything she says actually happens."
"That's reassuring."
"I could take her to the chapterhouse. My old mentor could evaluate her. It wouldn't be any trouble, it's on the road I'll be taking. They can send her back with another of the knights."
There was a pause, then a shaky breath. "All right."
Sparhawk set Vella down.
"Let's pack your things."
There was a delighted squeak.
Several hours later found Sparhawk walking into the Grand Vale, with his little girl in tow, who was currently looking around with curious eyes.
Vella, to anyone with eyes to see, was a healthy little girl with round, rosy cheeks, wide, violet eyes, and black hair that bounced every time she moved her head. "Who are we looking for, father?"
"We're looking for a one-armed elf and a mute woman with a talking weasel."
"Mmm..." Vella looked around the tavern. After a moment, she tugged on her father's hand and led him towards a table near the back. "Well, I see a woman with a weasel, but I don't see a one-armed elf."
"Dark hair?"
"Mhm. Father, how did you know she has dark hair?"
"We're old... acquaintances."
"Oh."
"You know, Faran, I think this is probably the most insane idea I've ever had."
Faran snorted.
"Okay, so maybe it was his idea, but I still decided to act on it."
The manor was a fairly modest size - Sparhawk couldn't attest to its appearance; he was knighted sometime after he lost his sight, but it took him a good few years to memorize all of its rooms. He didn't live in the manor itself, his lord allowed him a small property to call his own, at which his wife and young daughter lived. What were the odds of meeting Mira again after all this time? They'd hardly been adults when they parted ways. But even more curiously was how she managed to lose her voice. He'd heard of pirates having a habit of cutting out tongues for various reasons - maybe they did it for all the talking she did. He smirked. She always did talk too much, but that weasel was going to grate on his nerves even more.
He shook his head.
"Sir?" He heard a voice to his left and down.
"Yes?"
"Your horse, sir?"
"What about him?"
"Did you want me to stable him, sir?"
Sparhawk had barely noticed that Faran had stopped moving.
"Right. He's all yours then - Faran, don't do something I'll regret later," he warned his animal as he dismounted.
He made his way indoors, leaving the poor stablehand to deal with his horse. He found his lord in his study.
"Come in, Sparhawk. So, you're taking me up on my suggestion, then?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Excellent. I think it will do you some good!"
"Assuming I don't get killed in the process, my Lord," Sparhawk pointed out.
"Nonesense! Even as a blind man, you're still the best swordsman in the country!"
"I wouldn't know, my Lord, but I would ask a favor, if I may."
"Anything, my good man."
"I should like to borrow two extra horses."
"By all means, have your pick! The stablehands know I keep too many of them, anyway. Oh, and you shall have a pack horse, and supplies to boot. I'll see that you have everything you need to begin your journey. I'm not going to send my best man out with nothing!"
"You are generous, my Lord."
"I am, rather, aren't I? But, how does your family feel about this?"
"They are a little less than pleased, my Lord."
"A shame. But not to worry, Sparhawk, I'll make sure they are looked after."
"Thank you, my Lord."
"Are you off to see them now?"
"Yes, my Lord."
"Very good then, off you go!"
Sparhawk bowed. "My Lord."
He turned on his heel and left the manor. He'd always suspected perhaps that his lord had an unhealthy fancy for his wife - but he was proud to say that his wife was nearly as deadly with a frying pan as he himself was with a blade... and even if she angered him and he turned them out, she could easily take care of herself and their little girl.
Though, he had to admit, he was as loathe to leave them behind as they were for him to leave.
The moment he entered the little cottage, he was attacked with hugs from both sides.
"Father!" Came the excited voice of a child.
The taller woman said nothing, but he knew what she was thinking.
"Hello, little one."
When his wife released him, he bent down to pick up the little girl.
"How's my Vella?"
"Good. Are you really going away?"
He could hear the pout in her voice.
"Yes, little one."
"Can't I come?"
"Oh but I wish you could. I'll miss you terribly."
"I'll miss you too, father... I -" She trailed off, as if losing her thought.
He heard his wife's voice from beside him.
"Vella?"
"How come you're letting another little girl go with you, but not me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw a girl! She's going to try to steal something from you."
Sparhawk frowned, addressing his wife.
"How long has she been doing this?"
"Since a few weeks ago, but, it's been getting more frequent. She gets... distracted when she looks at certain people, and she keeps telling me things that she thinks they're going to do."
Sparhawk frowned.
"Vella, what do you see?"
"Oh simply lots of things, father. Mmmm, some people are boring to look at, they don't have any images. But some people have a whole cloud of images floating around them like a great big aura. You've got lots of images, father!"
His wife's voice sounded nervous.
"At first I thought she was making up a game, but she keeps insisting that whatever it is she's seeing is real."
Sparhawk nodded.
"I don't think you should be worried about this, Elena."
"What are you talking about?"
"Well, I didn't study the subject myself, but this sounds to me like she may be a Seer."
"A Seer? Gods, Sparhawk, I realize you studied a little bit of magic years ago, but how likely is that, really?"
"Not likely, I know, but she definitely believes in what she sees."
"Is there any way to find out?"
"Sure. I'd imagine you can just wait to see if anything she says actually happens."
"That's reassuring."
"I could take her to the chapterhouse. My old mentor could evaluate her. It wouldn't be any trouble, it's on the road I'll be taking. They can send her back with another of the knights."
There was a pause, then a shaky breath. "All right."
Sparhawk set Vella down.
"Let's pack your things."
There was a delighted squeak.
Several hours later found Sparhawk walking into the Grand Vale, with his little girl in tow, who was currently looking around with curious eyes.
Vella, to anyone with eyes to see, was a healthy little girl with round, rosy cheeks, wide, violet eyes, and black hair that bounced every time she moved her head. "Who are we looking for, father?"
"We're looking for a one-armed elf and a mute woman with a talking weasel."
"Mmm..." Vella looked around the tavern. After a moment, she tugged on her father's hand and led him towards a table near the back. "Well, I see a woman with a weasel, but I don't see a one-armed elf."
"Dark hair?"
"Mhm. Father, how did you know she has dark hair?"
"We're old... acquaintances."
"Oh."
OKAY GUYS I SWEAR I WILL POST *****TODAY*****.
I hate the process of packing everything up, but I actually like moving aside from that. Which, is weird, because we've had to move about eight times in my lifetime, which you'd think would make me get pretty sick of it but XD
"It's not my job to hate people, it's my job to heal injuries," Ari replied.
"No offense to the princess of course, but I have a feeling that even if that chicky does kill her, well, I don't think a whole heck of a lot of people would miss her," she chuckled.
"Although, more seriously, I'd rather she didn't just up an kick off, simply because there's already so much drama going around right now. If she dies, we'll have to instigate a Search or something like that for whoever inherits Order after her, and I dunno how that was like in Angel society, but we Demons have lived through some pretty brutal and scary Searches in the past. Demon law dictates that anyone claiming to be possessed by Chaos gets convicted of high treason if they are found to be lying, and, well. That's a death penalty. It's frankly lucky that his Majesty inherited it after his father, or else we would have had to live through another Search, and I'm not sure I ever want to witness that."
She shuddered.
"So if the princess up and kicks it, his Majesty will probably have no choice but to instigate a Search, simply because he's currently ruling both parties right now. But, anyway."
"Listen, Asmod. I uh, I can't help you with your visions, I'm sorry. I'm just a medic. But as a medic, I have to recommend that you should probably find someone you can talk to if they bother you this much. You can come see me if you want, but if not me, find someone you can trust. If it doesn't help you, that's fine, but I think you should try it first to see if it'll help."
T'vor beckoned to Azurael to follow. "Of course I know where he is."
They found his Majesty out in the field, watching the dragons and speaking to his new stylist. T'vor rolled his eyes heavenward. By the gods, he didn't understand what his friend saw in it. When they approached, he immediately addressed Je'Nai.
"Begone, girl! The matters of state are not for the ears of commoners!"
Seph looked up as his General approached. He sighed mildly. "Please excuse me for the time being, Je'Nai. We'll discuss this further later," he replied, more kindly than his General had been. "General, are you forgetting that I may dismiss my staff when I see fit? Have a care."
T'vor did not respond.
"Nonexistent...?" Chrissa mulled over that.
"Is it true that humans can't fly? That's why we have to hide, right? I can't even imagine it. Not being able to fly, I mean. I wonder how it feels. Must be awful for them! If I was a human, I think I'd be very sad not to be able to fly," she decided.
"No offense to the princess of course, but I have a feeling that even if that chicky does kill her, well, I don't think a whole heck of a lot of people would miss her," she chuckled.
"Although, more seriously, I'd rather she didn't just up an kick off, simply because there's already so much drama going around right now. If she dies, we'll have to instigate a Search or something like that for whoever inherits Order after her, and I dunno how that was like in Angel society, but we Demons have lived through some pretty brutal and scary Searches in the past. Demon law dictates that anyone claiming to be possessed by Chaos gets convicted of high treason if they are found to be lying, and, well. That's a death penalty. It's frankly lucky that his Majesty inherited it after his father, or else we would have had to live through another Search, and I'm not sure I ever want to witness that."
She shuddered.
"So if the princess up and kicks it, his Majesty will probably have no choice but to instigate a Search, simply because he's currently ruling both parties right now. But, anyway."
"Listen, Asmod. I uh, I can't help you with your visions, I'm sorry. I'm just a medic. But as a medic, I have to recommend that you should probably find someone you can talk to if they bother you this much. You can come see me if you want, but if not me, find someone you can trust. If it doesn't help you, that's fine, but I think you should try it first to see if it'll help."
T'vor beckoned to Azurael to follow. "Of course I know where he is."
They found his Majesty out in the field, watching the dragons and speaking to his new stylist. T'vor rolled his eyes heavenward. By the gods, he didn't understand what his friend saw in it. When they approached, he immediately addressed Je'Nai.
"Begone, girl! The matters of state are not for the ears of commoners!"
Seph looked up as his General approached. He sighed mildly. "Please excuse me for the time being, Je'Nai. We'll discuss this further later," he replied, more kindly than his General had been. "General, are you forgetting that I may dismiss my staff when I see fit? Have a care."
T'vor did not respond.
"Nonexistent...?" Chrissa mulled over that.
"Is it true that humans can't fly? That's why we have to hide, right? I can't even imagine it. Not being able to fly, I mean. I wonder how it feels. Must be awful for them! If I was a human, I think I'd be very sad not to be able to fly," she decided.
asdfghjkl sorry, been busy - we're in the process of moving and packing + college is bleh
This has never happened before. Something new! A fresh idea! My goodness, I'm starting to sound like Sheo, excuse me
Ahem, I'm not totally opposed to the idea, it'll be quite fascinating to see who Order picks next XD
Then maybe Seph can do some real good for once hah
[Change is coming. Everything changes! Even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes. Daedra are the embodiment of change, change and permanency! I'm no different, except in the ways that I am!]
Ahem, I'm not totally opposed to the idea, it'll be quite fascinating to see who Order picks next XD
Then maybe Seph can do some real good for once hah
[Change is coming. Everything changes! Even Daedric Princes. Especially Daedric Princes. Daedra are the embodiment of change, change and permanency! I'm no different, except in the ways that I am!]
"If you mix them up, then you won't know whose is who's," Sparhawk shrugged.
"If that happens, you might accidentally use my money, and then you'd have to pay me back. You don't want to owe people favors. That's what Old Man Dal says. He says it's good to have people owe you favors, but bad to owe people favors. We can go see him later today. If we go later in the day and work until it's dark, he might let us eat dinner, too."
"If that happens, you might accidentally use my money, and then you'd have to pay me back. You don't want to owe people favors. That's what Old Man Dal says. He says it's good to have people owe you favors, but bad to owe people favors. We can go see him later today. If we go later in the day and work until it's dark, he might let us eat dinner, too."
"Luckily for you, his Highness is more forgiving than I am. You worry too much. We'll go inform him what has happened and then we will go from there. Simple."
T'vor rubbed his jaw.
"The main issue here is that we cannot rely on his Highness to govern both parties forever. That is an unfair expectation. Along with that, our laws prohibit anyone but those who wield Order and Chaos to rule. So unless Order chooses to abandon the princess in favor of someone else, which I have never heard of happening before, she is the only one Angel who can rule. Short of killing her, she is our only option at this point. That is why we need her back."
Seph gestured to the shorter Demon, Damien, who had just arrived and was feeding the dragons cookies. "He was carrying the eggs in his pocket. He thought they were river stones, and had wanted to bring a piece of Genesis her with him. He'd given to me, but then they hatched. Now we have dragons. I'm thankful that not all of them died, but when they get bigger... it will be very difficult to hide them from these humans."
Chrissa's expression lit up.
"Oh, could you? Could you really? Ahh, how exciting!!" She started giggling in delight like a little girl.
"Um, do be careful though, won't you? I really don't trust these humans, and... Well, I'd hate it if something bad happened out there," she admitted.
"Woah, buddy, just relax for a bit." Ariadel hopped over to Asmod, laying a hand on his forhead for a temperature check.
"Bad dream, huh? Did you at least find out why you don't own any shirts?"
T'vor rubbed his jaw.
"The main issue here is that we cannot rely on his Highness to govern both parties forever. That is an unfair expectation. Along with that, our laws prohibit anyone but those who wield Order and Chaos to rule. So unless Order chooses to abandon the princess in favor of someone else, which I have never heard of happening before, she is the only one Angel who can rule. Short of killing her, she is our only option at this point. That is why we need her back."
Seph gestured to the shorter Demon, Damien, who had just arrived and was feeding the dragons cookies. "He was carrying the eggs in his pocket. He thought they were river stones, and had wanted to bring a piece of Genesis her with him. He'd given to me, but then they hatched. Now we have dragons. I'm thankful that not all of them died, but when they get bigger... it will be very difficult to hide them from these humans."
Chrissa's expression lit up.
"Oh, could you? Could you really? Ahh, how exciting!!" She started giggling in delight like a little girl.
"Um, do be careful though, won't you? I really don't trust these humans, and... Well, I'd hate it if something bad happened out there," she admitted.
"Woah, buddy, just relax for a bit." Ariadel hopped over to Asmod, laying a hand on his forhead for a temperature check.
"Bad dream, huh? Did you at least find out why you don't own any shirts?"
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