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fabulanovacrystallis2015-10-31 03:37 am
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the lullaby of paddra-lo nero
Who: Yeul, Nero & Caius Ballad
When: BF 609-600 or so.
Where: The Metropolis of Paddra, inside of the Castle building.
Summary: Yeul meets Caius for the first time, Nero dies and they are left with a lot of rituals and new issues.
The effortless sound coming from the crowd below the balcony of the castle of Paddra was all she wished to hear. On this day, she refused counsel of those of the Order that would try to have her handle other ordeals. Today was the day that she would be ripped away from her beloved guardian; Nero. She knew in his advanced age that it was only a matter of time, the new guardianship belonging to the violet-haired man would come upon Pulse today.
She knew that this new ownership meant many things would happen today, so she needed to be ready for it. Yeul shifted in her chair that hid her partially from the outsiders that hoped the see the Seeress at her perch several stories from the square. The silver-haired maiden heard a loud knocking at the door to her bedroom and she perked her ears a little; it was definitely Nero. Pressing her hands against the sides of the chair, she pushed herself up, smoothed her hair down and walked to the door. The golden handle was pulled down with a subtle ‘click’ and she opened it enough just to see who it was.
Of course, it was Nero.
She held herself exceptionally well considering what she knew, it took someone with incredible observation skills to see her subtle emotions. Yeul would have to be on her guard today, especially within the next few hours as they were the last in Nero’s long life. The man was incredibly special to her, he did not just cover the boundaries of fatherly love, but it included a type of love that only she could expect to feel for someone she would lose. Like most days, she greeted him with her slightest of smiles and the gentlest of curvatures of her eyebrows but today was different. Yeul greeted him with her arms wrapped around his firm waist, tightening a very little as if he would just disappear from existence in the wind.
Nero, shocked by Yeul’s behaviour, sought to comfort whatever ailed her with a large and gentle pat on the head. “Little Queen, did you miss me so? You know my quarters whereabouts and to disturb me even if I am asleep, yes?” Nero spoke plainly, a nostalgic smile placed on his tan visage. Nero was Paddra’s Hero, the Guardian of the Jewel to the Farseers and looked every bit the part -- although his disposition has regressed due to his age. The man stood six foot five, a solid two-hundred and six pounds of muscle with mid-length onyx hair that took no shine from the sun and sun-kissed skin from many days sought. Now that he was nearing the age of sixty-five, he was skin well-creased on his face from many expressions over the years but Yeul knew that he must have lived a enjoyed life to have as many as he had.
“Yes, I do know the location but I wish only for your companionship on this day of days. I suppose, I did wish to have a conversation about a time before myself.” Yeul said as she released his waist, took his hand and lead to him to the balcony where the two could be seen together overlooking the square. Yeul was happy that this moment was allowed to happen, even more so that she could speak with him before his passing.
“Ah, Yeul. My old heart has always been open to you and any question will be fully answered, if I know it.” Nero said. Yeul tilted her head in his direction, squinting one eye due to the direct sunlight hitting her face. “Do you ever wish that you could have had a family of your own? Do you wish that you had someone who could love you as I cannot?” Yeul said something that could be construed as cruel in words but she did not have the ability of wordly kindness sometimes. Nero could only shake his head of inky-soaked hair and shrug with heavy shoulders.
“Yeul, I was very young when I become guardian and I loved the first Yeul I guarded. I cannot express the feelings of a man who must watch several of the loves he had die. They were all Yeul, like you, but then they were not all you, do you understand? My Yeul was not easily found, her visions came very late and many of people in her original tribe were frightened of her. Taking her away from those people was like rescuing the princess from those books you read. I had fifteen years with her, even though I was only thirteen myself when I became guardian. I believe that I only beat Hawke because I was so young and he was much older than I am now.” He laughed to himself. Yeul never knew Hawke but she knew of him from memories of previous Yeuls and the diaries they often kept.
“I am sorry, I wish I could have released you to keep you from that torment.” Yeul’s guilt was displayed on her face this time, it was her only emotion that she generally emoted at all. Yeul laced her fingers with Nero and looked down to see if the violet-haired youth was anywhere in the crowd but she saw nothing. Nero furrowed his brow, seemingly suspicious about Yeul’s actions as she often acted this way when she had a unpleasant vision.
“Yeul, do not fret yourself about the life of a man who chose his position. I might have only loved one Yeul but I cared for three others, excluding you. In the days of prosperity and longevity, I am happy to still have this privilege even now. Are you worrying about what happens when I can no longer protect you?” Nero said the hard words that both of them did not want to say out loud. Yeul no longer could face him, she could no longer say anything due to how she felt about knowing his demise. Nero hated the distance that she often projected when she was upset, so he bent down on one knee and moved her face in his direction.
“Yeul, there will be a successor and that person will be different but he or she will take my place eventually. Do not be so sad about it, I have been ready for a successor for many years now.” Nero said plainly. Yeul was easily upset by emotional words and he sought to use very simple ones to keep her mood from deteriorating throughout the day. “Now, let us go do something else as the day is still young!” He grinned, even boyishly for an old man. Yeul did not reply directly, she only leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly to truly remember this moment.
When: BF 609-600 or so.
Where: The Metropolis of Paddra, inside of the Castle building.
Summary: Yeul meets Caius for the first time, Nero dies and they are left with a lot of rituals and new issues.
The effortless sound coming from the crowd below the balcony of the castle of Paddra was all she wished to hear. On this day, she refused counsel of those of the Order that would try to have her handle other ordeals. Today was the day that she would be ripped away from her beloved guardian; Nero. She knew in his advanced age that it was only a matter of time, the new guardianship belonging to the violet-haired man would come upon Pulse today.
She knew that this new ownership meant many things would happen today, so she needed to be ready for it. Yeul shifted in her chair that hid her partially from the outsiders that hoped the see the Seeress at her perch several stories from the square. The silver-haired maiden heard a loud knocking at the door to her bedroom and she perked her ears a little; it was definitely Nero. Pressing her hands against the sides of the chair, she pushed herself up, smoothed her hair down and walked to the door. The golden handle was pulled down with a subtle ‘click’ and she opened it enough just to see who it was.
Of course, it was Nero.
She held herself exceptionally well considering what she knew, it took someone with incredible observation skills to see her subtle emotions. Yeul would have to be on her guard today, especially within the next few hours as they were the last in Nero’s long life. The man was incredibly special to her, he did not just cover the boundaries of fatherly love, but it included a type of love that only she could expect to feel for someone she would lose. Like most days, she greeted him with her slightest of smiles and the gentlest of curvatures of her eyebrows but today was different. Yeul greeted him with her arms wrapped around his firm waist, tightening a very little as if he would just disappear from existence in the wind.
Nero, shocked by Yeul’s behaviour, sought to comfort whatever ailed her with a large and gentle pat on the head. “Little Queen, did you miss me so? You know my quarters whereabouts and to disturb me even if I am asleep, yes?” Nero spoke plainly, a nostalgic smile placed on his tan visage. Nero was Paddra’s Hero, the Guardian of the Jewel to the Farseers and looked every bit the part -- although his disposition has regressed due to his age. The man stood six foot five, a solid two-hundred and six pounds of muscle with mid-length onyx hair that took no shine from the sun and sun-kissed skin from many days sought. Now that he was nearing the age of sixty-five, he was skin well-creased on his face from many expressions over the years but Yeul knew that he must have lived a enjoyed life to have as many as he had.
“Yes, I do know the location but I wish only for your companionship on this day of days. I suppose, I did wish to have a conversation about a time before myself.” Yeul said as she released his waist, took his hand and lead to him to the balcony where the two could be seen together overlooking the square. Yeul was happy that this moment was allowed to happen, even more so that she could speak with him before his passing.
“Ah, Yeul. My old heart has always been open to you and any question will be fully answered, if I know it.” Nero said. Yeul tilted her head in his direction, squinting one eye due to the direct sunlight hitting her face. “Do you ever wish that you could have had a family of your own? Do you wish that you had someone who could love you as I cannot?” Yeul said something that could be construed as cruel in words but she did not have the ability of wordly kindness sometimes. Nero could only shake his head of inky-soaked hair and shrug with heavy shoulders.
“Yeul, I was very young when I become guardian and I loved the first Yeul I guarded. I cannot express the feelings of a man who must watch several of the loves he had die. They were all Yeul, like you, but then they were not all you, do you understand? My Yeul was not easily found, her visions came very late and many of people in her original tribe were frightened of her. Taking her away from those people was like rescuing the princess from those books you read. I had fifteen years with her, even though I was only thirteen myself when I became guardian. I believe that I only beat Hawke because I was so young and he was much older than I am now.” He laughed to himself. Yeul never knew Hawke but she knew of him from memories of previous Yeuls and the diaries they often kept.
“I am sorry, I wish I could have released you to keep you from that torment.” Yeul’s guilt was displayed on her face this time, it was her only emotion that she generally emoted at all. Yeul laced her fingers with Nero and looked down to see if the violet-haired youth was anywhere in the crowd but she saw nothing. Nero furrowed his brow, seemingly suspicious about Yeul’s actions as she often acted this way when she had a unpleasant vision.
“Yeul, do not fret yourself about the life of a man who chose his position. I might have only loved one Yeul but I cared for three others, excluding you. In the days of prosperity and longevity, I am happy to still have this privilege even now. Are you worrying about what happens when I can no longer protect you?” Nero said the hard words that both of them did not want to say out loud. Yeul no longer could face him, she could no longer say anything due to how she felt about knowing his demise. Nero hated the distance that she often projected when she was upset, so he bent down on one knee and moved her face in his direction.
“Yeul, there will be a successor and that person will be different but he or she will take my place eventually. Do not be so sad about it, I have been ready for a successor for many years now.” Nero said plainly. Yeul was easily upset by emotional words and he sought to use very simple ones to keep her mood from deteriorating throughout the day. “Now, let us go do something else as the day is still young!” He grinned, even boyishly for an old man. Yeul did not reply directly, she only leaned forward and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tightly to truly remember this moment.
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While he hadn't yet been accepted at the time, he found it incredibly odd how eager they were to separate them. It was something else he wanted to ask her about. Caius's face had slightly softened whilst the Seeress spoke of Nero, and her short life. Though, it concerned him more to hear of it. Nero himself had conflicting feelings about their relationship, and a tear strained Yeul's young, round face. She had known of his appearance and Nero was trying to cheer her up.
"Nero was an important man to you." Caius stated, but with care. He did not wish to offend Yeul or upset her, she had suffered enough in one day from his loss. "I do have another question, about the Order." Caius nodded once, faintly, "I find it questionable they were quick to separate us in the square. Why exactly was that? My understanding is the Guardian and Seeress must never be apart."
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In her almost deaf silence, Yeul heard Caius' bellowing, yet gentle, voice speak again in her direction. She lifted her head, her strays strands of silvery stuck to her face and then swayed when she moved a little. Yeul did not make any sort of emotional face when Caius mentioned the Order of Paddra, she had long since disliked what the Order had become but could do little to help herself.
"The Order wishes for me to keep my composure, they see the guardian as nothing more than a title these days. They do not believe that the guardian is necessary to keep me safe, but that is why I need one. I am unable to protect myself and must allow things that happen to happen. I might be the Queen of Paddra, but I am the least protected person on Pulse. I am able to control the territory of Paddra, but I am forbidden to go against my visions and may not change anything in time to help myself. Nero was forced under their thumb a bit, mostly because we were the same age when he came into his guardianship. It is possible that they aim to do the same to you." Yeul leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes, she needed to relax before she became upset over this other situation.
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They wanted her to keep her composure, which was ludicris when it came to the death of a man she loved. There should have been no reason for her to conceal her mourning for someone she cared so deeply about, but the Order believed differently. She was Queen of Paddra yet lacked power over her own territory. The fact disturbed him. He didn't care for such a two-faced group of people. Yeul deserved better, and he intended to bring it to her.
"I see." His eyes momentarily closed, and he appeared to be lost in thought for a moment. Then he stood again, and rounded the table, approaching Yeul's side. Caius came to a halt beside her chair and lowered himself down, one knee resting on the floor whilst his other bent while his foot rested beside his knee. An arm crossed over his chest, diagonally, hand resting on his own shoulder whilst the other fingers touched the floor. Caius's head bowed to the seeress.
"I will listen only to you, in however long I am your guardian, no other will command nor direct me. As I am here to protect you, and no one else."
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Strangely, in Paddra, there was little crime and even smaller amount of criminals. Yeul ran a tight ship, keeping food and jobs aplenty so that the people of Paddra would want for nothing but to live their lives. Those that were criminals, were dealt with or removed from Paddra entirely. For now, however, she thought of how she was unable to live life as a person but she had her guardian, or -- she had Caius. The thought of the new guardian bothered her, she could only focus introspectively until Caius started moving from his seat across from her.
Yeul's eyes simply watched him move from the seat and into his knee in front of her and she scooted forward to observe him. Her peridot eyes widened slightly at his sudden and complete submission to her, even so much that she could not hold the grudge she had in her heart. For her to see this, she needed Caius to go a mile before she would go a millimeter towards him. Yeul raised her eyes to Cocoon for a moment, then back to Caius and she raised her small hand and gently rested it on top of his hair as violet as verbena flowers.
"I am glad for your submission and servitude, I hope for a great --- " She paused for a moment, then answered. ".. companionship between us."
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Caius hadn't any idea of the magnitude of her place nor everything she had to do in a day, or what was expected of her all in the end. He waited patiently before her, keeping his head bowed down before her to let her hand rest on his hair. Her touch was beyond soft, harmless, and without any ill intent. Sadly, he doubted she could do him harm if she wanted to. He wasn't anxious or uneasy in his submission to her. It was where he belonged. Below and beside her, to protect her from whatever force dared threaten her.
Though, her choice of words was interesting. Companionship. Perhaps it was a companionship of sorts, but he wondered if it was truly the case with the way she seemed conflicted within herself. It was understandable. Whatever lay in the future for him, and for Yeul, he had no intention of allowing the Order to control him and tell him how to behave. He wasn't under their jurisdiction. He wasn't going to bow down to them.
"As do I." Caius didn't move, he didn't lift his head. He merely waited for her to do at she pleased.
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Yeul did not want to admit that she wanted to spend her final night reminincing about him, in his room that was now going to be shaped by Caius. There was also the unmentioned rule that she should not be seen in the Guardian's chamber for fear that he might do something to sully her name, not that Yeul would have minded that as she had been in love with her previous guardians as well. "I will show you to your quarters, you will need sleep. Many people will be coming for the celebration tomorrow." Yeul used her hand to smooth out her clothing, her eyes only directing towards the floating moon known as Cocoon in the sky.
"Do you speak Pulsian?" She murmured to him, hoping that he knew the mother tongue of the homeland -- as some people did not know it at all. Yeul walked slowly towards the large door and pushed it open, waiting for Caius to exit before she let it release to shut it.
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Tomorrow was another day, and there would be a celebration to commemorate his ascent into guardianship at Yeul's side, whether or not the Order of Paddra wished it. He had defeated Nero, and they could not stop him from rising up to be Yeul's protector. Caius wanted to serve her with all his heart, he had from when he was young. "It is alright, don't worry about such things." After all, she had been forced to give up her guardian, and face his demise. It would have been easier if there could be more than one guardian, but that was not how things went, and never would be. The only way to succeed was to kill, but he did not relish such a tradition.
"Ah, yes I do." Caius responded, in the same tongue. He wondered if the Order knew such a language, "Does the Order know it?" He had no idea. There were many things he needed to pick up on; he asked before the door had been opened. A hand lifted and pressed to the door so Yeul didn't need to hold it open for him. He stepped out, and into the hall again, before he let it fall to a close behind him again.