A Sleeting Moment

Log Info

• Title: A Sleeting Moment
• Emitter: Verna
• Characters: Verna, Aryia, Seyardu
• Place: Lower Gardens
• Time: December 15th, 2021
• Summary: Under the refuge of the gardens from the sleet and rain, Verna is affording a moment of reprieve from the decreasing responsibilities from the Soldier's Defense on her usual bench of resting. Aryia plops down next to her after shooing off a clingy shadow, and Seyardu joins them. Slowly. Making sure she doesn't slip on any ice. Verna inquires onto how the reuinion is going to Aryia, who gives a lukewarm response. Seyardu learns of the relation of those elves she escorted recently to Aryia, and harbors some suspicion. It was supposed to be a happy happenstance, not a mixed one. Declining aid for the constant headaches, Aryia expounds on her living arrangements after Verna returns to her duties. Which, Aryia too, heads back home.

The clear and cold have now made way for wet and cold. Not to mention wind. The gardens are something of an oasis in this: while not tropical, they are not as frigid as the streets beyond, and the ever-so greenery offers a canopy against the worst of the rain and sleet.

Perhaps that is why the gardens, and a particular bench, have become an increasingly frequent location at which to find a paricular Mourner. While a book is upon her lap, it is closed and not current the subject of her attentions. Instead, it is the scenery about and perhaps the occassional passerby that grabs her attention.

A certain scarred mul'neissa was trying to make her way through the gardens, using it as a shortcut to get back home. Though, as she goes, her shadow stays elongated.

She stops, and whirls around, pointing a finger at her own shadow. "Shhh.. shh!" she shoos, trying to wave it away.

Surprisingly, the shadow detatches from her. Faintly could be heard, like glass in a glass jar, "... the master merely wishes for me to-"

"Shh..!" Aryia hisses again.

Without another word, the shadow slinks off.

The mute groans, shoves her hands in her pockets, and seeks refuge.

With no ceremony, Aryia plops herself right into a seat next to Verna, her taking her grey cloak and wrapping it tight around herself. She sighs, and lets her head lull back.

Rain, sleet, wet, it was quite a pleasant day for those with silver dragon blood in them. Though the ice was much less welcome, as such protections did little for the act of moving across the slippery surfaces. Garbed in their althean robes, Seyard attempted to make her way through the district.

Stop.

One foot raised, set down deliberately in front of her. Clawed toes scrape against the ice and stone as they attempt to find purchase.

Stop.

The process repeated, to bring the other foot in front of the prior.

This arduous process is repeated for some time, before she stops and looks to her side, waving to the two faces she recognizes.

Verna noted Aryia at some point, and certainly before she impacts the bench adjacent. "Your reunion goes well, I presume?" She might expect that exasperation is a sign of progress or success. That, or she may be attempting humor once more. Before that can be answered or analyzed, the waving flash of silver scales catches her eye and a hand lifts to return the Makari's greeting.

Aryia wipes her face off from the weather before pinching the bridge of her nose. "It goes fine," tapping her sternum with a thumb, "just... need a little breather from them. They're... nice, in their own way. But a little different than what I can remember... and I can only take so many random headaches..."

She looks down over her nose without lifting her lulling head up. She raises a hand, then lets it fall to her lap in greeting. <Handspeech>

"And what reunion are you talking about?" Seyardu asks as she slowly claws her way over to the bench. "Are some of your old shipmates in town?"

"And peace on your nests, Aryia, Verna, of course. Was the book not interesting?"

"Peace on your nest," Verna responds to Seyardu in the most proper tongue for such. "The book was and is informative. I was merely taking respite from it to take in the surroundings. I received, on good authority, that I should study far more than books when the opportunity is available. What brings you to the gardens, Hearthguard?"

Aryia replies with a similar, "Peace on your nest," with her hands. She smiles some at Verna, glad that the insight was taken seriously before her attention goes to Seyardu.

The mute shakes her head at Seyardu. "No uh..."

She taps the tips of her fingers together.

"... those... Charn elves you escorted?"

She purses her lips, and looks aside. "... those. Uh... those... are my parents."

...

"Apparently." <Handspeech>

The explanation makes Seyardu quint, and chuff, but she does not smile yet. "I had a feeling they were hiding something, but I did not wish to check for any magic present when they were struggling to be let into the city." She notes. "I am glad it is not something ill however. Yet, you do not sound convinced. Do you doubt this, Aryia? I am sure there are ways to determine if it is the truth."

"And thatis good advice, Verna. There is only so much you can learn through written documentation. Going out and doing is usually best. As for myself, I simply enjoy wandering these gardens, difficult as it may be."

Verna nods with Aryia's explanation of necessary separation, as well as to confirm her statement to Seyardu. "It seems quite certain, though they are not entirely as Aryia recalls them. Similarly, Aryia is not as she was when they were last with her. It will take time to adjust. Do the headaches wane, now?" She inquires of the fullblood directly.

Aryia gives a long sigh. "No no, they're certainly my parents. Not many one armed mul'neissa that know my given name. Just... It's... a good thing. It really is. But, spend most of your life resolving yourself to the fact that you'll never know your parents again. And then, over just a couple of weeks, you're aware of them. They're not complete assholes- well, not to me at least- and then they show up out of no where. It's... a lot to process."

The mute rubs the side of her head. "... no. They haven't. In fact, they've gotten more steady. Not as debilitating, at least, but it's constant. Still can't make sense of most things though." <Handspeech>

"Ah, yes, the man was missing an arm." Seyardu nods. "Well, if you are all certain, that is goo! I do not know why you would say they apparently are in that case, but, yes. It is good." The cleric chuckles, allowing herself to smile proper now, a moment. "I take it Verna has been helping you quite a bit with this, by the sound of it."

Verna frowns at the news concerning the headaches. "Would you desire some treatment? The memories may well return even more quickly, now, but you need not be in such discomfort." To Seyardu, she confirms that, "I offered assistance where and how I was able."

Aryia sighs. "It's... just a lot to suddenly embrace wholeheartedly, you know? That's all..." She still seemed somewhat pleased by the development, all things considered. But was still in that stupor of trying to figure out where the lines were after they had been blurred oh so long ago.

She smiles some, her hand flitting about. "Verna was quite helpful with me meeting them. Her and Jinks help defused a lot of tension and suspicion."

Though, Aryia shakes her head at Verna and holds up a hand. "... not right now, it's tolerable. And I'm not around them at the moment, so it shouldn't yank any new memories out just yet. Thank you though." <Handspeech>

"Ah, that is good that you trust others with treatment." Seyardu nods. "But, that does sound like it is a bit unpleasant, still, I know that feeling."

Seyardu considers a moment before she sees if there's any space to sit down. "Jinks is, for all his grand standing, likely a good sort. And he is good with speaking with people. I am sorry, I have been to preoccupied with my own worries to help much myself."

Verna nods to Aryia. "I understand how it might be rather overwhelming, though I cannot claim to have experienced your situation personally." To Seyardu, she notes, "One cannot be in all places at all times, and there is no fault in you attending your own concerns. Many such matters were put aside by many, I suspect. Now is the time to address them, as opposed to later."

Aryia waves a light hand. "It's alright, Seyardu," she signs, scooting over to make room for the makari woman. "You're busy. Like Verna said, you can't be everywhere."

The mute blows out a gout of air, and rests a hand on her face. "It is... certainly a unique situation, I'll admit that. Hence why I've lingered around the Defense so much as of late."<Handspeech>

"I am not that busy to be incapable of helping a friend. You are still going to Mictlan to help the others." Seyardu sighs. "But yes, addressing it now, that is probably best."

"Though, you say that like it does not make my head spin whenever there is something I should know. Even if you likely have not lost your memories to magic, most likely."

"If you do require aid, it is the appropriate location to seek such," Verna nods to Aryia's mention of the Defense. Her lips flatten afterwards. "On that note, I should return to the Soldier's Defense to continue my duties." With that note, she rises. "There are, fortunately, fewer ill, injured or deceased than in the recent past, yet there remain those in need of appropriate care."

Aryia gives a small wave to verna as she rises, her patting the Mourner on the arm. "Very well. Your company has been appreciated. See you later."

"Of course. I'll be sure to seek you out if it becomes too much for me." <Handspeech>

"Ah, you are already heading off? Very well, peace on your nest, and watch your step, Verna." Seyardu offers in parting, waving off the mourner. Then, to Aryia, she nods. "Just do not hesitate to do so, I would not wish you to suffer these headaches unnecessarily. You should be free to enjoy meeting with your family, as I have been able to."

Aryia nods slowly, her scooting over some to take verna's seat as she splays out some. "I'll keep that in mind. Oh. Uh. If you ever meet my parents again uh... just tell them you're my friend, and they'll trust you. Considering what they've been through, they're... suspicious of a lot of things." <Handspeech>

"If I ever see them again? You say that as if you have no intention of me ever seeing them." The cleric laughs, followed by a shake of her head. "But you tell me what to do if I see them. I will remember to do so. They have probably been through a lot, given the fact one of them has lost their arm, among other injuries most likely. You have not told me what has happened, about the memories you have rediscovered. If you thought I had no interest in them, then I would hope you know better by now."

Aryia rubs her arm, sheepish. "I mean, yes, you'll see them again. They like to keep an eye on me. And, well, I'll tell you next time, about my memories. Perhaps at my place when the furniture gets delivered. I even got a chair for makari." <Handspeech>

"Well, let them know perhaps yourself, at least about me. That way they do not think I am seeking them out simply to harry them for more questions about them." Seyardu chuckles. "But, yes, another time, if you wish to share. That is kind of you to get a chair for our use. I am sure it will get use when it is brought over, for certain. Or, do you need my help carrying furniture in? I would think you could handle that yourself."

Aryia gestures with a light smile, "I got it. I'm used to carrying a lot of things. Thank you though. I'll let them know when I talk to them again." She rises, but not before giving Seyardu a hug. "I need to get home, was just cutting through here for a breather. I'll see you later, okay?" <Handspeech>

"Ah, you must be on your way? Very well, I will not keep you here." Seyardu nods, returning the hug. "It was good to see you here, Aryia, and I hope you will have a good evening. Tell Violet I said hello, if she is around."

Aryia gives a thumbs up. "Will do. Good to see you too. Later!" With that, she ambles off towards the markets, taking a side road. <Handspeech>

-End Scene-