Ma'at - Goddess of Truth & Justice 
Join Date: September 5, 2001
Location: House of Freelight
Age: 48
Posts: 3,159
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OOC>>> You know what happens when you're so obliging, Spree? Go get your mithril chain done NOW!  Oh, and I'll be waiting for you to throw the plot twist
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Mistral, Room in Dragon's Clutch Tavern, Talever
She trudges towards the drawbridge, blood oozing from the wornout boots and unkempt hair flying wildly in the wind ~ "Please... I am here... to see... my mother." ~ Almost choking on the words from her parched throat, she gazes pleadingly at the exquisitely dressed guard.
As he stands regarding her thoughtfully, the other one rasps ~ "Captain, surely you're not taking her seriously? Look at her! A beggar, no doubt. We ought to turn her away." ~ Sniffing contemptuously at her. ~ "We ought to, but we shan't. Not until we've uncovered more of this... mystery, anyway." ~ The Captain turns to her again, his green eyes glittering and compassion streaked across his handsome face ~ "Forgive my impudence, my lady, but I need a little more detail. Perhaps you can tell me the name of your mother."
The wave of anxiety is so very real; her face turns ashen and she staggers backward ~ "I... I don't know her name." ~ The words tumble out in a desperate sob ~ "I was too young, then. Only a babe..." ~ They will never believe her, now. But oh, how she longs to rest her eyes upon her mother. The mother who had died a wrongful death ~ "I..." ~ Swaying on her feet, she feels powerful arms grasping hers ~ "Let your heart be easy, my lady. Come, you need rest." ~ To her horror, she finds herself sinking into a delicious embrace, feeling the terror ebb away ~ "You will take me to her, won't you... Captain?"
In answer, he draws back slightly, yet not releasing her completely ~ "I will do so, when you are recovered." ~ Hearing the strangled cough beside them, she whips her head to see the gawking guard, speculation written all over his face. Her cheeks flaming hot, she turns away and lowers her head, trembling as she makes the discovery. She doesn't want to be free!
"You have my word that I will." ~ The masculine voice reassures her, and finally the spell is broken. Ignoring the bewildered guard, they walk pass the gates, into the courtyard and further within...
"M...mother?" ~ She whispers, her gaze transfixed on an older version of her reflection ~ "I am Mistral..." ~ Fear rendering her voice quivering. Will she be recognised? She has travelled so far.
"Mistral?" ~ The thrill in the reply is unmistakable; she finds herself pressed tightly against the regal lady's chest ~ "How I've waited for your return! You've grown so much, my child." ~ The next few minutes spent in silence, the Captain looking away discreetly ~ "Did... did you ever get to see your father, Mistral? And if so, how is he?"
Thank Ciretose that her grimace is shielded from her mother! The eagerness a stinging insult to her pride ~ "I did." ~ Two syllables pronounced in a neutral tone, hoping she need never reveal the ugly truth ~ "Well? How is he? Is he well and happy? Why did you not bring him?"
"I only knew he was my father at his deathbed." ~ Regretfully, she answers, her hands holding her mother tightly as she hears the heartwrenching wail. Another set of powerful hands stabilises the frail body ~ "It's alright, my lady. I've got her, too."...
"It seems almost a sin for me to have returned. I have brought her nothing but grievous news." ~ And more to come. She stares at the horizon, feeling the wind whip her robes viciously and her hair dancing ~ "Yet I had to. One usually wishes to see one's parents."
"My lady, you did what you had to. Surely no one can blame you for that." ~ She feels the spell weaving around them once more, her heartbeat turning irregular ~ "What is my mother's name, anyway?" ~ Knowing resistance is futile ~ "Her name, my lady, is Isabelle." ~ Her knees turning wobbly, she reaches to grasp hold of the tree trunk behind her. Then leans back against it. He steps closer, respectfully. Yet the proximity threatens to suck the breath from her. Desperately, she stammers again.
"I... I'm unused to being called 'my lady'. I would rather that you call me by my name. Mistral." ~ Shyly turns around to receive his penetrating stare, feeling the blood rush into her cheeks ~ "And I would be most grateful if you could call me by mine as well. Justin."...
In reality, a sweet smile creeps onto her lips and her breathing becomes more regular. Outside, the sky gradually begins to lighten into a glorious pink. Daybreak...
[ 01-26-2002: Message edited by: mistral4543 ]
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