Thedor 24, 229: Insignificance

Insignificance
Summary: Eldwin philosophizes with Ciarrah while having a walk on the beach.
OOC Date: 23 January 2014
Related: Any concerning Eldwin and Ciarrah.
Players:
Ciarrah Eldwin 
Belcrest Beach, Laniveer
White sandy beach with shells and few pebbles littering it. Firepits are in place for evenings on the beach. The blue green of the water with the occasional whitecap, depending on the weather.
Thedor 24, 229

The growing Darkness has found the King of Laniveer and his niece, Ciarrah, strolling about the beach, east of the castle. His majesty dressed finely in a sweeping cloak of blue and gold, lavish yellow trimming added to the ends. Across the sand their steps do take them at an easy pace. The sea to one side wafting the smell of salt at them and an endless streak of blues, dark and black for the edge of the sea and blue-green for the shallow water, growing lighter and lighter as your eyes cast up, a dusty hue forming. The evening sky beckoning to the other, painted with brilliant reds and oranges, splashed across the sky, all tempered with a soft violet directly overhead. Across the flatlands to their left Cri can be seen, its massive size dipping down and allmost gone now with Sheat over her shoulder, the star looking small in comparison. A large retinue of guards is some steps behind and keeping a tight formed march, a maid or two in tow as well.

Pointing out away from the sea Eldwin says, "Many worship and love Cri in the south. They give her due for the light that she brings. Though, here, many recognize that while Sheat is smaller it is he who is the true source of the light. Our priests and star sages say it is he who truly nourishes the land. That Cri is only another, basking in his glory and drawing from him." He looks to the Princess now, probing her thoughts with a look and a smile. He continues though, "Some one hundred days from now we will be closest to him. For it is then that you can most easily see all his children." He motions out now, the the north and the the north-east. The cratered moon of Sess plain to see and the less than evident spec of rock that is Theodor beginning to rise from beyond the ocean.

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Outside the castle walls, Ciarrah breathes easier, feeling the give of the sand beneath her feet, the smell of the sea.. Inhaling several fortifying breaths, she does not speak immediately. Gaining color in her cheeks, she lifts a hand to the necklace she wears. A silver necklace with a small marble size pearl captured within the coils of silver. The pearl is several different colors. Tipping her head back, she cannot help but to smile, admiring the exquisite view the night sky put on display for the two. Lips curve into the most genuine smile she has worn since her arrival as she finally speaks.

"Cri brings creation, my sons.." Hearing him out, her smile does not lessen any at all even as she meets his probing gaze, sharing the smile. "So beautiful," she whispers as she turns her gaze to settle on where he had gestured. "There are so many things to be thankful for. War only defecates the gifts the Gods give us. I wonder does it anger all but Nar?"

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The King continues their slow gait, arm in arm with her if she had allowed, and listens to her. "So, you have grown prone to buy into their customs regarding the lands and creation. Hymm, interesting. But tell me, if Cri had brought creation who brought she? If not the brightest of them all? For even Nar himself," He turns them round and points to the south, the rock much bigger than Theodor looming there, ugly and foreboding, "sees fit to show his face to us nightly. And if she is the creator, why bring us Umbra?" That moon now motioned to in the western sky hanging above her head. "Forgive me, I do not mean to plague you with questions. Differing religions have often arose my curiosity. And the recent events in Darfield, well, I had heard Rumor that these gods themselves have shown themselves." His voice bright with child like enthusiasm as he asks, innocently sounding enough

<FS3> Eldwin rolls Astronomy: Good Success.

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Ciarrah had taken his arm, hers resting comfortably in the bend of his as they walk side by side. Fortified now with the sea so near, the scent already pressing against her skin, her clothing, the blue and yellow of her dress she had been provided. It clings to her lovingly while retaining her modesty, though the colors are not of her own house. When each God is spoken of, blue eyes fall on the corresponding mood in the distance, residing longer on Nar than the others. "I know not every answer, Uncle Eldwin. It is part of the mystery of the Gods. Dare I not ask if they exist, just as I would never question the why of it."

His mention of Mobrin, in particular Darfield, she lowers her gaze. "I have only heard that Sess announced his presence and gifted the temple. My husband saw fit to liberate the gift from the temple for the safekeeping of the guards of the Castle. The temple took offense to the gesture."

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Eldwin continues along, his wide nostrils deeply inhaling of the salt stained air. His steps gracefully sinking and removing from the white sandy beach. He keeps his gaze straight now and high as well, taking in the measure of the landscape. "Interesting. Your own husband moved against them? I'd thought that the temple worked closely in Darfield and the Kilgours themselves believing to have the blessings of them. Curious he would create discord. For if they are revered how could they not take offense? Does Mobrin not have priests that sit upon the high council there?" His words are soft and seemingly devoid of any intent, just small talk on the surface.

"The council?" Ciarrah smiles, comfortable in the presence of her Uncle she had spent so much time with as a girl. Innate affection for him brings the sense of peace. "We talked little of it.. until the day I was taken. That day.. my last words to him and his to me were an argument. I did send a letter to the temple on my own behalf, though. Tyrel was… he is impulsive at times, though I would trust him with my life and with the lives of my sons. His heart is in the right place, he meant well, he did. He wanted to protect the scrolls from anyone who could just walk in and take them and to prove his point, he showed them how easy it was to do just that. The temple was displeased, though he did only hold them in safe keeping until such a time he could assure they were protected more fully. I believe the scrolls were returned the very day I was taken, so all should be settled now with the Gods."

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Eldwin considers for a long moment. "Really? Well, I assume it was easy for him for who would oppose him? And I have found that the common thief or some such sort has a healthier fear of religion then those so inclined to believe they are raised up by the gods themselves. If your people truly believe Sess himself liberated these scrolls then would you not assume he decided they were where they ought to be? To trifle with something so powerful…I should like to meet this Prince!" His words actually holding a bit of sincere admiration, "A great triumph could be brought in his actions.." Though the Stewert in him causes evaluation, "Though it could easily be fools play. I am sorry to hear that you argued with him last. A husband and wife should never sleep when wroth at each other. All the worse you were whisked away without leave. I do apologize for that."

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"None," Ciarrah answers, surprised he would ask. "Who would dare oppose him? Would you wish the temple to question Elisen? You are the crown, he is the Crown Prince, who would dare question your authority? Why should they be allowed to do so? Is your word not the law?" Having drawn strength from the sea, her steps are lighter, her gaze sharper. "I… had no intention of separating from him so long after arguing. I was.. taken and brought here. It was the very day I was taken when we argued last." His apology brings surprise to her. "Thank you, Uncle. I know not what the people think about Sess and the Scrolls, but I do hope that it is settled by now."

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Eldwin affords her a sideways glance. "Oh, I do not know. I would think his own father would oppose him on such things if he wished to maintain a peaceful relationship. Here I expect my son to value the advisers who are put into place to do as they see fit in regards to the duties they have been appointed. It would be a /rare/ instance indeed if I were to claim, or my son for that matter, that we knew better then our star sages in matters of the sky. Just as I would be remiss to seize my pence masters books and start making corrections. A kingdom should work as a well crafted machine. All working parts complimenting each other, not gears grinding as if placed in an ill-conceived manner." He shrugs though, taking in the words and raising a brow ultimately at her defense of the prince. "It seems you do respect his opinion after all. A wife should support her husband in all things. Even if wrong." He glances at her again to see if she will rise to his defense again. On the scrolls themselves he cares little for now as she does not know what they may contain it would seem.

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Catching the glance, Ciarrah smiles gently, her hand tightening on his arm. "Perhaps though, differences make it what it is. His father is much different than you. Elisen is much different than Tyrel. I think the two of them are so very different that Elisen would never stand against something he believed in, if you did not believe in it also. He should learn his own mind and fight for what he wants, what he believes, instead of follow the lead of those around him." Her gaze is captured once more by the night sky and she cannot imagine if her own Tyrel is watching it this very moment, and seeing the same sights. Somehow she doubts he is. "My husband seems immune to such superfluous actions as star gazing and just a walk on the beach for the sake of walking on it. Such romantic gestures, I think, would be lost on him. He is not into nonsense."

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Considering her words now he slows their pace to a stop. "You may be right about Elisen. Though, it is ones duty to follow their king. For if a mans own son stands against him then would his people not consider to do the same? You yourself said one should rule with authority. All men must follow at some time in their life. My son can lead all he needs when he is given leave, and of course when he sits my throne as well." He seems quite enthralled with the idea of the relationship in which Callem and his son share now. Though the now fully grown darkness half covers the misleading nature of his eyes. Continuing on the topic of, Mobrins Marshall he says, "Superfluous? Nonsense? Nay, I say to you niece. For that is what our religion is made of. Perhaps the loss of such things are the reason he has caused such trouble with Darfields own clergy. Living life and taking into account the size and insignificance of one self is a most humbling and rewarding experience. You should ever remind yourself of the part you play and how best to play it." He points out now towards the islands some miles away and barely visible during the day, surely not now. "IF he considers such things nonsense then I am not surprised he did not write one single letter to you, nor I for that matter. And no wonder he hired a man to keep you in his thoughts with little pictures. IF I were truly the monster your countrymen believed he should have feared to ever see you again and penned his every thought and bit of love he bore you down daily." A pause had, "It is no wonder it was Callem's letter who reached me earlier solidifying terms for your return…There" Acknowledging again those unclaimed islands. "I do not wish to wound you but do not expect to see your prince. It is the Kundarri who have helped to secure your return. It sounds as though such a romantic gesture, as you said. May be lost upon him." He squeezes her hand and turns them around to head back towards the castle.

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"He does not stand against his father. His father was.. absent.. and without the King to rule, he did what he could, with his mother and the Voice assisting where they could as well. He made decisions he felt compelled to, so who am I to question? My place is at my husbands side and that is where I will be." Ciarrah softens her words with a smile. "Humble? I am not so certain one should put themselves on the same level as the people. Not and still be seen as an authoritative figure to them. If one thought they were equal, would they not get dreams of grandeur for themselves?" Her eyes rest on the island when he indicates them. The words he delivers clearly trouble her and as she looks back towards him, they shimmer in the light of the night sky with unshed tears. "He did not write to me. Not one word.." Seeking comfort, she moves to bury her face in his chest. Her breath hitches. The Kundari? As he turns them towards the castle, she leans rather heavily on him.. as heavily as her slight weight is. "He does not love me."

As their steps carry them back towards the castle Eldwin continues to Listen to Ciarrah, ever recording each word. "Absent? Hymm, interesting. To declare himself king of my lands and then disappear. My people do not cherish war, but I will tell you this. They would certainly not cherish an absent king. Oh no, I am sure they would not. Our lands lie ever threatened with three hostile kingdoms on our borders. There is no room for passing of the torch here." The white sand still marks there travels now, out down the beach and back. "I did not say the same level of the people. I said realize your insignificance." He gestures out to the star covered sky now. "For the canopy on which life is scribed is far larger then the one we concern ourselves with." He finishes by pointing to the ground. Pulling her close now as she buries into him and he stops the walk for a bit. He does not try and disprove her theory of the lack of love he may or may not have for her but does say, "You may find yourself at home soon and when you do I hope you remember all that I have said. For, if the royalty in your new home has already molded you into thinking of yourself above all others I hope you will not forget how small you are as well. Mayhaps not in comparison to the lowborns, but at least in comparison to Viri and his acolytes. Do not deny yourself your time on the beach. And do not let Elisen's actions forbid you future comfort for these short moments you have in life. Teach your children that and maybe one day our kingdoms will not ever rape the land with strife." He starts their walks back up holding her close as the sand fills their shoes.

The comfort he gives her is more than she had expected, and Ciarrah shamelessly accepts it, clings to him in her sadness. When she lifts her face, the lighting creates silver trails down each cheek, the path of the tears. "I love him. Despite his failure to write to me, to fight for me.. I know in the grand scheme of things how insignificant I am, truly I do. It has only been reminded to me of late. King Callem was absent, though only because he had to be. It was not for overly long and.. if you only speak with him, meet with him, you will see he has a soft heart. He is a good man, all of the good parts of his sons and daughters combined. And the Queen.. I love her as much as I love my own mother. Only recently have we bonded so. Yet.." She smiles, "I love you as well, Uncle Eldwin. Perhaps we can find peace yet. Why should there be a loss of blood over.. everything we fight over." Tipping her head back, she watches the sky in all of its breathtaking beauty. "How could something be so peaceful and beautiful?" There is a slight pause in which she smiles. "I will miss you when I go home. I wonder… might I still visit you with no attempts at keeping me? I would like to be welcome always, as a guest. Would you grant me that?"

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He brushes a tear away from her face now, a smile offered as it usually is. "Do not forget, And do right by your children to remind them." The walk continues, now nearing the city proper. "I will meet with him. This winter would have been a good time if he were not so absent. I'd no idea he needed to be. Ahh, but you can tell me of that tomorrow." He hopes. "I have heard much about the queen as well." Has word reached him of her death? Surely, though he will not spoil his niece with that news. Let that memory be made at sea, or back in Stormvale. "I love you as well, Ciarrah, And your mother as well, this whole mess will be the end of some of us. And yet, hopefully not all." He laughs a little now answering her last question, "Of course, you will always be welcome as you always were. Though it may be some time before they allow you back."

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"Perhaps then, I will visit my mother. And from there, to those islands you showed me. Then I can see you again." Ciarrah says firmly. Once he wipes her tear, she offers a tentative smile. "I should sleep, Uncle Eldwin. The tower calls to me and I feel so very sleepy, so very weak." As they arrive inside, she walks to the staircase on her own, already knowing the way. She knows he will follow and lock the door, but for a moment, she can pretend she was but a guest in his grand palace. "Good night, Uncle. May the best of dreams visit you while you sleep."

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Edlwin does stop, and the staircase only goes one way so he allows her the walking of it alone, to further indulge the guest idea. "Tomorrow you will find you have roam of the castle, niece. Not to say you will travel alone but you may go where you wish. And ready yourself for you will return home soon. Now sleep, sweet-child. WE will talk on the morrow." He nods to her and whispers to the guards to remain back a bit until she reaches the top.

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