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1Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 08/12/14, 03:04 am

Amaya

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Minerva sighed, clutching the bag to her chest as she handed the gold to the shop vendor, her face riddled with annoyance. She absolutely abhorred this time of the month, but the visit was inevitable, and always unpleasant. She knew that they would never see eye to eye, no matter how much explanation and example she offered the woman, but that was just something that was part of the reason that she had left in the first place. Of course, this month's conversation would be made intensely more awkward (probably), after all, so much had happened with her growth as a magician in the past month, and that topic was going to have to be explained very thoroughly, which would most likely result in her previous tutor losing his reputation. She'd didn't want that. After all, the man was simply misguided just as much as she was. He'd become much better if he experienced the same epiphany that she had, but that was beside the point.

The visit demanded preparation, and a lot of it. Hosting a member of the upper class was always a pain, and the fact that she had to do it every other month put a strain on her already tight budget. But she was too stubborn to admit she couldn't survive on her own, and so far, had been proving everyone wrong. She was determined for that trend to continue until her adversaries admitted defeat, which of course, would take time, but perhaps two years would be enough to convince them of the fact that she was wholly capable of dealing with life on her own. Regarless, she would remain until her point was made, even if it could potentially take her until she was married with children to do that.

She pays the vendor a smile and a curt nod, making amply sure to communicate that she was in no way dissatisfied with him or his service. She'd always trusted the vendors at the bazaar, and wanted to make sure they knew that. She gave him a wave before heading back to her home. She still needed to prepare, and waiting around wasn't going to make the preparations occur any faster. There was tea to be made, and cakes to be set out, and, of course, fancy dress to be worn. She felt ridiculous dressing up in her own home for company, but if there was one thing she didn't want to do, it was offend her mother more than she already had by leaving.



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2Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 08/12/14, 03:34 am

Amaya

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She pursed her lips. She knew the water needed to be boiling by now, and her mother would be here any second, but that din't make her arrangements any easier. She'd dolled herself up to look like a proper noble, even going so far as to put on powder and rouge, something she never wore. She loved her mother, she truly did, but the woman and her were just far too different, or at leas that's what Minerva believed. If there was one thing she refused to do, it would be to remove her physical disguise. She kept her body in a way that made her almost unrecognizable to any but those who knew who she truly was. Of course, that was the plan. She couldn't simply walk around the streets and have someone call out, "Aren't you the daughter of the magician Diana?" That would defeat the entire purpose of her living here. Then again, her mother's mere appearance in her home would be enough to incite prying eyes and suspicions.

Of course, the had in the past, and she'd swiftly brushed them off, saying that the Lady Diana was eager to follow the development of someone who was schooling themselves in magic. Miraculously, most people accepted this answer and left her to her own devices after she gave them her little spiel. She was thankful for this, mainly because she didn't want to have to fabricate a multi-layered story and be able to recall it on demand. That was what books were for, and she owned far too many of those. As it stood, Lady Diana was simply someone interested in the life of a plebeian, and that was how she intended to keep the facade.

She heard the clatter of the wheels and hooves on the cobble stone street before the woman even arrived outside her house. She let loose a final sigh before she pulled herself upright and strode to the door, pulling it open with care just as her mother stepped down from her chariot.

Garish, tacky, and utterly wasteful of gold. The thought coursed through her head as the woman stepped from the platform. In truth, Minerva actually looked very much like her mother, and she resented having to disguise herself to maintain her semblance of a lack of nobility. The woman was tall, lithe, and beautiful, her blonde locks tumbling down past her rump and making her seem even slimmer than she was. And of course, once couldn't forget about the golden excuse for a breastplate that she managed to fit on over her clothes. the only thing that wasn't absolutely seething wealth was her want, a simple branch of oak that she claimed just felt natural to use.

She stood aside as the woman seemed to glide up the steps into her abode before closing the door, turning her gaze on her mother. "Good afternoon, Mother. I trust everything up in the well-off district are going as they should be?" Her question seems almost sarcastic, but the intent behind it is genuine, and Diana recognizes that.

"Many things have occurred in recent happenstance, my dearest. I have been so ridden with stress over your condition as of late, and I simply just needed to make sure you were fairing well. There were several members in attendance of King el Nagi's coronation ceremony that went home in...a less than ideal manner, but those that were targeted held much political influence. Of course, my primary concern immediately became checking on whether or not you were safe and sound, but as the state of your home would indicate, you appear to be doing very well. Am I correct in that assumption?" Diana's posture seems to relax, taking her cup of tea and enjoying a sip as she waits for her daughter to respond, knowing that she is well aware of how cordial proceedings work, after all, she is the one who raised her.

Minerva shakes her head. "I would act surprised, but from a tactical standpoint, a coronation would be a phenomenal time to perform assassinations. With so many scapegoats, I'm sure the guards have had an absolutely abysmal time attempting to find any leads that would point with conviction." She lingers on the thought, wondering exactly how low on the hierarchy these assassins were going to go. Her mind reached the conclusion that her parent's would simply be safe, and that was what mattered to her. "But enough of that subject...You say I seem to be doing well? I cannot deny your assumption, Mother, it is correct. I've been finding an influx of available jobs as my prowess as a magician increases, which, I'm sure, is something you'll want to discuss, given how keen your interest in my tutor-less development is." She smiles to herself as her mother's eyes light up. Shed bought herself time to avoid talking about Jahangir, at least, until her mother asked her about her social life, but this conversation would easily keep the pair distracted for a while, and she hoped that that would be enough to keep her mother from completely losing it.

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3Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 08/12/14, 02:00 pm

Amaya

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Minerva was well practiced in social mannerisms and elevated speech patterns, and frankly, that was something she missed. Of course, the much more relaxed mode of speech brought about by the everyday citizen just felt more natural to her, but she still craved some mental exercise in her conversations now and again, and her meetings with her mother provided her those opportunities. And she did get to spend some time with her family, whom she missed dearly and...okay, perhaps these visits weren't as bad as she believed. After all, her mother wasn't anywhere near as extravagant as other nobility.

She stopped, blushing mildly beneath her powder. "I'm sorry, Mother. I keep projecting my opinions of the rest of the aristocracy onto you when you arrive, and that isn't really how I feel. Pardon my initial sarcastic comment, It's actually quite a relief to see that you're alive and well in the wake of recent events." She offers her mother a polite and genuine smile. [color=#9966cc]"I have wine, if you would prefer that over tea, but I don't feel as though it is late enough to open a bottle." She takes a sip of her tea. "So, Mother....You wanted to talk of my development in magic?" She keeps her gaze on the woman, simply awaiting a response.

"I would indeed, Minerva. You've struggled for a long time with casting even simplistic spells but...I just wanted you to be satisfied with your own ability and I thought that a tutor would expedite your progress. It seems my assumption was wrong, dearest." She seems a little downtrodden, partly because she feels like her course of action held no part in Minerva's progress, which was not true in the slightest, and Minerva needed her mother to be well aware of that.

"Mother...I couldn't have made any of the progress I had without his assistance in the first place, and I understand you were too busy to teach me yourself, otherwise you would have done it. Regardless of the circumstances that had arisen, this was not something that you could have taught me. It was something I had to discover on my own." She looks around the room, the small, white bird-like pieces of the rukh flitting about in excess, the presence of two magicians amplifying their activities. "They sound beautiful, don't they. A sweet cacophonous harmony that radiates through your whole being. It's so familiar and yet so foreign at the same time."

Her face seems radiant at her recent development. "There's so many spells that they teach you! I've never heard anything as amazing. They speak so much and it's all interesting." Minerva continues to ramble on about her recent development over the rukh, her excitement growing.


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4Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 08/12/14, 06:51 pm

Amaya

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Her mother smiles gently, listening patiently to her daughter idly ramble on about finally hearing the rukh, and how absolutely beautiful it was. She didn't mind the fact that her daughter saw her as an outlet, obviously her ideas of what the money they had needed to be used for was were different, but Minerva had always had a soft heart, and the repeated journeys into the poorer areas of Reim had begun to soften her heart. She was getting a better understanding of what life in this section of Reim was like and she felt her daughter didn't deserve these conditions. Truthfully, Diana hadn't come here for their monthly cordial meeting over tea. After two years of separation, their lack of a daughter was slowly eating away at both Diana and Anax, and the void in their family had slowly been growing and growing, empty without the young woman they loved, even when she had hated them.

She sighs at her daughter, unsure of how to proceed. "Minerva, I've...I've seen a lot of what goes on in this area of Reim and...Your father and I understand you're upset with us and...We miss you, Minerva. I know we haven't gotten along well over the past two years." She sets her cup down, sighing. "Please Minerva, just come back home...I know that we can work this out somehow." She looks at her daughter, her face steady despite the turmoil within. "Just consider it, alright?" Her face is trained on her daughters as she stands up, pacing a while.

Minerva was rather stunned by this development. She hadn't considered that her mother would want her back in their household after they way in which she announced her departure, much less her father. But something about the way her mother spoke the words caused her to believe that she was telling the truth, regardless of how small she had previously thought that chance. Still, this was sudden to the girl, and she needed time to process. "I...I will consider it, mother. I have someone I wish to speak to about the decision before I make it." She stands as well, watching as her mother goes to the door. "Mother...I know we don't get along, but just...regardless of my decision, you and father are still important to me because you are my parents. Please dont forget that." She sighs, setting the tea down as her mother exits.

"I'll have my answer for you as soon as I can.


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5Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 08/12/14, 07:28 pm

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Minerva stood behind the closed door, her thoughts racing. She couldn't understand that why, after two years, her mother and father finally wanted to work through the issue, or why her mother wasn't furious at her still for leaving. She couldn't think of a reason to explain what had happened, and part of her was hesitant. But she missed her parents, and soon confliction over what to do was raging within her. She'd never felt so unsure of a decision before, and she didn't even know whether or not she could go back in good favor. Her mind slowly settled back down, deciding that she should ask for advice. She knew that she would ask Jahangir, because she cared for him, and he her, but she needed another source of input, and one that wasn't necessarily as biased as Jahan was. She fell back on the couch sighing in exhaustion. She needed to tell Jahan about who she was, because he deserved to know.

It was going to be some time before she reached a decision, and an even longer time before she acted. She wanted to be absolutely sure of what she was going to do, and whether or not she was really certain they would be able to work together towards a mutual agreement. She wanted to help the poor, and she knew that with her current income she couldn't do it, but would her parents see it her way, or would anyone else in the aristocracy see it that way? She reached for the wine bottle popping off the cork and slowly pouring herself a small glass. It was going to be a long process of talking it out with people she trusted even, and the stress of the events was already starting to get to her.

She decided that she'd much prefer to begin her discussions with others tomorrow, at least, if her own volition stated, but she knew that her mother's appearance in her neighborhood would attract attention, and that quite easily meat that someone could easily walk in and intrude on her time to think, not that she'd mind, in fact, she probably needed someone to talk to right now, but that was an entirely different matter. She took the first sip of the wine, the pungent, yet fruity flavor gliding over her tongue and gently lingering there. Her hand found a rag she had hidden and she set the glass down, beginning to wipe off her make-up and simply go back to her "usual" appearance. She patiently scrubbed her face clean before tuning her torso and tossing the rag into the sink with practiced precision. The sight that filled the air was audible, and she certainly wasn't the happiest of campers, but her current situation could have been a lot worse. She tried to push the thoughts of what could have been from her mind. The past was in the past, and the present demanded another sip of wine.

Without a second thought, she helped herself to the gift the present required.


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6Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 08/12/14, 09:03 pm

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After collecting her payment from a guard duty job she’d just completed, Ayero makes haste towards the inn where she’d left her younger brother for the better half of the day. The jobs she took on were often too dangerous for a nine year old boy to tag along, despite how much he begged to see her in action. She found the past month rather difficult in the way of taking jobs to support her new sibling and balancing it with spending time with him. It was exhausting, but it’s what kept her looking towards the future and her thoughts from slipping too far into darkness.


Taking a shortcut through one of the cities poorer areas, Ayero tries to keep her eyes forward and her head straight, not wanting to attract any attention from the various beggars or people with possible ill intent. "Isn’t this where that young magician girl lives…? Minerva.” The streets become more familiar as she recognizes this particular road from when she escorted the young magician home after their run-in at the battle ruins. Her straight-laced posture bends as she comes upon what she remembered to be Minerva’s home. But her attention is not drawn to the house itself, but rather to the expensive looking chariot parked in front and the exquisitely dressed beauty leaving the house and subsequently boarding it.


As the cart clatters off into the distance, Ayero feels a wave of worry come over her. It was very strange indeed to see the carriage of a noble in the slums…perhaps it would do no harm to check up on Minerva. Approaching the house, the Fanalis woman gives several strong knocks on the door. Not enough to dent the wood, but loud enough for anyone inside to hear.


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7Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 09/12/14, 12:03 pm

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The thunderous knocking of Ayero rebounds across the polished wood of her furniture and the frosted panes of her windows, each successive hit assuring her that it wasn't her mother returning for more conversation. She mushed herself up from her chair, another hearty swig of wine sliding down her gullet as she went over her standard spiel of why exactly lady Diana had come and payed her a visit. If everything went well, the intrusion by this stranger would be over quickly and without much explanation. Of course, fate often had a sense of humor, and today was no exception.

"Just a minute!" She called out through the door, smoothing some of the wrinkles on the front of her attire before striding to the door. Perhaps her mild buzz had increased her confidence, or maybe it had simply just caused her to stop caring what other people thought about her extravagant appearance, but nonetheless she opened the door, coming face to face with Ayero, someone she had not expected to see. Ayero herself was greeted with the visage of an incredibly formal, and rather noble looking Minerva. Her silver locks were pulled behind her head in a tight, complex, and immaculate bun, while her face (even without the makeup) seemed every bit as regal as that of the woman who had left.

A soft blush spreads across her face as she beckons Ayero inside, the dress spiraling behind her as she turns and grabs her glass from the table. "Good evening, Ayero." She keeps her eyes trained on the glass, hoping the woman won't notice the incredible assortment of elaborate dishes and sweets that were laid out. "I take it you're wondering who the woman that just left was?"


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8Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 09/12/14, 02:13 pm

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”Hello, Minerva.” She greets smoothly, raising a brow as she sizes up the young woman. She was relieved to see that she appeared—physically—unharmed (not that she thought that anything physical may have happened, but one can never be too sure). She didn’t know the young magician that well and was honestly a bit surprised to see her in such formal attire. Perhaps this was just how Minerva like to dress when she wasn’t practicing magic, but the somewhat exasperated air around the young woman and the wine glass in her hand lead her to believe otherwise.


”I was passing through the area and I noticed a rather…affluent looking woman leave your home and the extravagant carriage she rode off in.” She pauses, her eyes drawn for a few moments to the interesting spread Minerva had laid out before meeting the yellow magician’s eyes once more. ”Forgive my intrusion, but I just wanted to be sure that you were alright.”


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9Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 09/12/14, 08:54 pm

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"I am..." Minerva pauses, considering her answer. She'd just received an invitation...no, an entreaty from her mother to come back home and be a family again. She hadn't even had time to process that, let alone make her decision. Even with the wine numbing her thought process, she was unsure of where she would begin. This silent deliberation seemed to continue for several minutes before she finally turned back to the woman. "Ayero, you may wish to sit down. This tale is a long one, and the current state of my mind and the indecision that's plaguing me certainly will make far more sense if you've heard of its origins and some of its history."

Her speech pattern is far more elevated than when Ayero had taken her on the job, and it was becoming quite apparent with every rehearsed mannerism and syllable that her dress was not merely for show. "That woman that left was Lady Diana, blue mage of Reim. More importantly, she is my mother." She lets that revelation sink in briefly before she begins her tale. "I would ask you to hold your questions until the end, Ayero, since my recounting of events may answer some that you would pose."

"I was born to Anax and Diana Gladius, two nobles that served Reim as members of the guard, so by birth, I am a noble." She huffs, staring at her wine. "Not that I ever would have asked for that. My issue with nobility arises from their treatment of the poor. There are beautiful gardens and chalices of gold filling the elaborate dining halls of the finest in Reim, and yet you walk on foot not one half of a mile towards the edge of the city, and you have people struggling to feed their families on a daily basis, children that are homeless and stealing food from the market place to share with each other. The sheer amount of disparity is appalling, and the elites of the aristocracy act like such an issue isn't their problem." She get's noticeably more passionate with every word, her speech more aggressive with every sentence.

"Bastards..." Her grip around the wine glass tightens a bit, the glass squeaking against the texture of her gloves. "The whole lot of them are filthy bastards that abuse others for their own monetary gain. It's absolutely despicable and I refused to have any part in it. Two years ago I confronted my father and mother. I renounced my family name and took only a cloak and a change of clothes with me as I left them behind me. I swore to myself that I would make a difference in this world on my own, but...look at me, Aye..." She sighs, dropping her head into her hands, her speech slowly becoming more casual. "I've spent two years working two jobs and taking dangerous expeditions from the tavern postings and for what? To live in a run down excuse for a house barely able to support myself, much less support the people I swore to help. I've made absolutely zero progress."

She stares at her wine again, debating before taking another sip. "My mother stayed in contact. We fought a lot in the first year, even over trivial things like the fact that I didn't have matching silvers. She didn't understand, and neither did my father. I thought that maybe staying here would give them some doubt about what they do for the poor, which is nothing, but I have no way of telling. The last time I saw my dad was a month ago, and we met just to talk a little and play some chess. We never brought up any tense subjects because I didn't want us to fight again."

"And then my mother comes and tells me they want me to come back home and work things out..." She takes another swig of wine. "I don't know what I'm supposed to think about that. I didn't burn the bridge between them with some paltry candle or a torch, I doused the entire structure in crude oil and burned it until the ash was carried away by the river beneath. How could I go back to them after that..." She wipes her eyes, struggling to keep her breath steady. "H-how could they want me back after that. Wh-why would th-they." She stifles a sob, wiping her nose on her glove before sniffling and wiping her eyes.

"I-i'm sorry Aye. you didn't ask to hear all this it's just...I'm so far from okay right now that okay might as well be in Kou. I'm absolutely at a loss of what to do." She wipes her eyes again before taking another sip from her glass of wine.


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10Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 10/12/14, 08:58 pm

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Ayero let out a heavy sigh as Minerva relayed her life story, wondering how she’d suddenly gotten caught up in all this. Leaning her elbow on the table, the Fanalis woman closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in exasperation. She was exhausted and her appearance was a bit haggard from trying to deal with her own family ordeals, but she was fond of the younger magician and did care enough to at least stop by and make sure that she was alright. Which, it seemed, she wasn’t.


The warrior woman was unsure of how to feel with Minerva’s situation. On one hand, she certainly felt for the girl. Ayero too had grown up in circumstances where what was expected of her was not what she had wanted, or at least not for the rest of her life. She too had made the decision to leave, and while she didn’t confront them and burn and bridges, she may as well have after leaving under the cover of night without so much as a word. Eyes opening only to narrow in irritation at her own thoughts, the red headed woman rises to pour herself a glass of wine. Seating herself back down at the table, she continues to remain silent as she listens to Minerva speak. In no time she had drained the glass she had poured for herself, finding that the expensive drink went down her throat far smoother than the ale she often ordered at taverns.


She certainly understood Minerva’s frustration with her parents, but Ayero’s recent devastating loss overshadowed any sympathy she had. Her heart begins to beat at a faster pace in her chest as Minerva’s inevitable distress sets in after talking about something so upsetting. The Fanalis stares down at the yellow magician with hard, stern eyes—but they were not cold. A flicker of passion could be seen in dark brown orbs as she finally spoke, her voice smooth and strong.


”Though we come from different lives, we come from similar situations believe it or not.” She raises the wine glass a few inches and peers into it as if to inspect the quality of the beverage despite not knowing the first thing about fine wine. Her eyes suddenly snaps to meet Minerva’s, boring into her with the intense gaze of a huntress. ”Let me ask you this: If your mother were to perish tomorrow, how would you feel?”


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11Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 10/12/14, 09:33 pm

Amaya

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Ayero's words strike her as though they were a slap to the face. She stands slowly, her head hung and bangs casting a shadow over her eyes as she turns from the woman. She stares at her wine glass excessively, seemingly dodging Ayero's question with silence, but the truth was far from that. Minerva was nearly devastated by the thought of her mother dying, and she could never imagine what life would be like without her there, regardless of what odds they had been at. Ayero's words made her decision seem obvious, and whatever problems she would encounter on her journey back home would be paltry trials when compared to trying to cope with the knowledge that she had never made amends with her mother.

The silence she left the room in seemed to drag on for minutes until Minerva set her glass down with a trembling hand. Her voice pushes out of her lungs with a shudder right as Aye opens her mouth to prompt the woman for a response. "I-I couldn't begin t-to describe what it would be like..." The soft pitter of a few tears hitting the floor gently washes into Ayero's ears. "I-I... I've been a fool..." Her hand gently wipes the tears from her cheeks, her back still turned to Aye as she tries to avoid staring into the piercing gaze. She can still feel the woman's stare drilling into her back. "I n-need to go back home." She tugs a few pins from her hair, the dyed silver locks falling down around her shoulders as she finally turns around. The unshaped wave and fall of her hair matches Diana's perfectly, somehow making her seem more regal with her hair down than up. "Thank you Ayero. I'm going to leave as soon as I can." The soft visage of her face is stained with streaks of tears, and yet the strained smile on her ace seems even brighter than it should.

"I need to pack, don't I?"


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12Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 12/12/14, 09:33 pm

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Ayero didn’t know what to expect, but regardless she felt a little uncomfortable with Minerva’s reaction. While she was pleased to see that the girl did care for her parents, the Fanalis woman tended to become a bit uneasy when people were getting emotional as she didn’t know how to comfort them. She doesn’t let these thoughts reach her face though, simply allowing her eyes to close as Minerva takes in the image Ayero had projected.


Her eyes open again as the subtle sounds of Minerva’s dress ruffling with movement reach her ears. Oh, thank god she was smiling. Ayero didn’t know the girl too well and she didn’t know if she could properly deal with her if she’d turned into a blubbering mess. But the pretty young magician turned out to be more resilient than Ayero had previously thought. ”Hold on, now. I don’t think it’s good to make a decision like borne entirely out of emotion.” The red headed woman speaks with a tinge of caution in her voice, leaning back in her chair. ”I understood your frustration with your family, but my intent was not to sway you into doing what they’ve asked. I just…” She falters for a moment and an uncharacteristic look of strain overtakes her features as she turns her head to the side, appearing to be in thought. ”…I want you to make amends with them, regardless of your decision in the end.”


She felt like she should say more. She wanted to tell Minerva that it was apparent that her parents seemed to love her despite whatever had happened in the past, as parent’s do. That even though her family is exasperating, she should remind herself to cherish them no matter what path she takes in life. But she doesn’t see it as her place to, and she supposes that a sharp young woman like Minerva already knows this, or will come to the conclusion soon on her own.


”I can’t tell you what the right move is, but if you feel as if it is this one, then I wish you good luck.” She stands and extends an arm across the table to grasp Minerva’s shoulder in a firm yet gentle hold as she speaks. Her eyes are no longer hardened and severe, but rather reflect Ayero’s own passion for her family. She offers her a small, awkward smile in an attempt to comfort the younger girl.


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13Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 12/12/14, 10:46 pm

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She nods at Ayero's words, pausing briefly before giving the woman a look of question. "Ayero...Could I trouble you for a favor? I promise it will be nowhere near as emotionally taxing as listening to me spout off about my problems." She lets loose a small giggle as she wipes the still dripping tears from her eyes. "Besides, I'm nearly certain this would be the right decision to make, regardless of the trials that will await me when I return. It will be much easier to become a family again if we at least live together for a while."

She twirls her hair in front of her face, the light scintillating in thin lines of rainbow across the strands. "Silver is just....If I'm going back home, I've no need for dyed hair." She stops, contemplating several things before turning away from Ayero and moving towards a cupboard. "I've no need for a lot of my disguising features anymore. I guess that's rather a relief." She begins to root through one of her cabinets. "Ayero, I need your help. Can you help me apply this," she holds up a green glass bottle of goop, "to my hair. It removes dyes, and I've used it before, so I know that it at least works." She grimaces, remembering the last time as her nose wrinkles in disgust. "Fair warning, it smells of carrion."


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14Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 13/12/14, 09:39 pm

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Ayero unknowingly exhales slowly in relief, letting out the breath she didn’t know she had taken in. Minerva seemed to be confident in her decision, and this put the Fanalis woman more at ease. That, and she stopped actively crying. She perks up when Minerva requests her help, wondering how she’d be able to aid the young magician. ”Your hair is dyed?” She seems genuinely surprised by this and takes the bottle into her grasp gingerly.


After the girls set up in Minerva’s bathroom, Ayero uncorks the bottle and cautiously bring it a bit closer to her face. Upon catching a whiff of the putrid stench she pulls the flask away from her face, holding it at arm’s length with a grimace. ”This smells like rotting flesh…” The Fanalis mumbles, nearly gagging as she lets a shudder run down her spine. She turns her head to the side as she carefully applies the goop, working the product into Minerva’s silvery hair. After a few minutes the silver dye began to run off revealing the golden blonde strands of Minerva’s natural hair. Arching a brow at this, the Fanalis woman continues to run her hands through the young magician’s hair. She found the ritual oddly relaxing. ”So, where is it that your parents live?” She attempts to make conversation, hopefully not too awkwardly.


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15Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 13/12/14, 10:51 pm

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She nods in affirmation. "My hair is dyed because there are people that would recognize me with blonde hair. The idea of a noble living in the slums would draw attention to me and make me a target for robbery and kidnapping, among other things. Sure, I could likely handle a thief under my own power, but I'd rather not deal with one in the first place." She holds her breath as the putrid stench of the remover invades her nose, relaxing as Ayero begins working the goo into her hair, the process massaging her scalp as the gel does its work.

She sighs as Ayero asks the question she knew was coming. "They live close to the palace. My family is well off in general, and a lot of my relatives have spent time abusing the less fortunate to increase their own fortunes. It's horridly unfair, but also completely off topic. I'm not sure I could call it a house. A manor would be a more accurate statement. It's built around two small courtyards, the first containing the beautiful garden, while the second is divided in half with a bathing pool on each side. Everything that isn't a bedroom is around the garden, and the baths have one entrance each." She sighs. "It's truly a beautiful home, with far more space than we could ever need. I just feel rather...convicted living there when I know that there are people on the streets with no home." She signals Aye back a few steps before hanging her head over a basin and pouring water over her hair, the smell washing out with the goop as her now blonde locks still shimmer with the same type of highlight. Her dress seems only to make more sense with her appearance as it was originally than when she had dyed her hair.

She twirls her hair up into a bun, tying it in place as she turns to Ayero. "If you'd ever need a place to stay, I'm sure I can arrange something." She nods at the woman. "It's the least I can do after you've helped me more than once." Her soft chuckle bounces around the small room, her appearance looking out of place in the bathroom.

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16Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 14/12/14, 01:33 pm

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”Mm, I wouldn’t have pinned you as a noble. Then again, you typically don’t see nobles wandering around old battlefields unescorted, firing off spells.” The Fanalis woman mused as she gently massaged the solution into Minerva’s silver locks. She thought well of the girl for having the sense to feel disgusted by the way nobility seemed to exploit the poorer classes, and perhaps she had a fair bit of courage for packing up her life and moving out of what she was sure was a far safer, easier lifestyle.


Minerva’s description of her family home caused the red headed woman to arch a brow for a few moments, wondering why such a small family would need such a large space…unless Minerva had an army of siblings she’d yet to hear about. Her offer lures a small polite smile out onto Ayero’s lips. ”Thank you, Minerva. That’s a very generous offer.” The Fanalis woman looks over Minerva’s appearance as she readjusts her hair. ”The dress is beautiful, by the way. It looks like the gowns that were worn at the coronation.” She chuckles softly, recalling the dress she had borrowed from Ariella for the occasional. It was a lovely dress, but the warrior woman had felt rather out of place in it, and even moreso amongst the extravagance at the ball. ”I honestly don’t know how women can wear them regularly. I find them terribly uncomfortable.” Her words were honest but light, her tone holding an air of amusement.


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17Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 17/12/14, 08:41 pm

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"Honestly, Ayero, we don't. They're abysmally constricting, no matter how gorgeous they look. Of course, I've somewhat outgrown the boning in this one, so perhaps if I had one that was made new." She ponders this before shaking her head. "Even when they're fitted properly, they're still uncomfortable." She laughs, mildly, feeling more sure in her decision as time passes. "And don't mention it, Ayero. It's the least I could offer you after how you put up with my blubbering." She sets the dirty towel out to dry, moving back out towards the kitchen. "Could I ask you to stay long enough for a cup? Or do you have another obligation?"



The next morning, Minerva felt nearly bolted to her bed. She'd realized that she meant what she had said on her decision from the evening, but now that it was upon her, she realized performing it would not be as simple a task as she had imagined. Nonetheless, she slowly pried herself free from the beckoning grip of her mattress and pulled her hair back, this time in a loose pony tail as opposed to her normal pig tails. She seemed more confident this way, no longer hiding behind a mask of denial, but understanding that maybe her position in life wasn't something that defined her.

Of course, this did not make returning any easier, and it wasn't going to be a completely pleasant experience, she knew that, but that was a product of how she had left and she would have to accept that. She looked back on the door longingly, before tightening her grip on her staff, turning and making her way towards her old home with something that seemed an amalgam of hesitance and purpose.


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18Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] Empty Re: Monthly Tea [Plot - Ayero] on 17/12/14, 09:53 pm

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Ayero lets a small smile onto her face and allows a chuckle to slip out as Minerva agrees with her on the subjects of dresses, and probably moreso. She could imagine how often a woman of such high social standing was stuffed into corsets and beautiful but uncomfortable dresses and shoes that pinched at the toes. Ayero was briefly grateful for being born into a lower caste and having the freedom to wear clothes she deemed more comfortable. ”I’m just glad that you’ve come to a decision you find comfortable.” She runs a hand through her red lockes, contemplating the offer. ”I…suppose I could spare a bit more time. I wouldn’t mind a cup of tea after a long day.”

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