Logs:Making A Tapestry
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| RL Date: 22 May, 2013 |
| Who: Devaki, Raum |
| Involves: High Reaches Hold |
| Type: Vignette |
| What: Devaki's making more preparations in the wake of his daughter's arrival. |
| Where: High Reaches Hold |
| When: Day 9, Month 11, Turn 31 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Braeden/Mentions, Issedi/Mentions, Vinien/Mentions, Sealene/Mentions, Rilka/Mentions |
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| Devaki stepped out of his brother-in-law's office, and -- in that moment of quiet and solitude, allowed an exhale of relief to escape him. He lifted his hand, saw it was shaking slightly, and grimaced. Pushing himself into motion, he strode down the hallway. Though it was after dinner, the Hold was busy with the preparation for the Autumn Harvest Festival. Issedi -- happy to be up and about after Sealene's birth -- had decided a cleanup of the Hold was a necessary prelude to the festival. Both Braeden and Devaki had agreed it was best to indulge her. They'd agreed on a surprising number of things, tonight. Raum appeared silently at his shoulder, and Devaki barely managed to hide the start that the sudden presence of the Other gave him. They walked in silence until they reached Devaki's quarters and the door was shut behind them. "How did it go?" Devaki asked, as he splashed some liquid into a couple of glasses. "To plan, my Lord. They will be ready." Raum was vague; that was normal for him. He eyed the glass he was offered, taking it and gulping down the contents in one movement. "Good." Devaki set his glass on the desk, and sat down, pulling a fresh hide in front of him, staring at the blank paper. Everything was in motion, except there was still that unfinished business. Itsy hadn't responded to his last three letters; he was worried about that. His firelizard, Sea, couldn't tell if Itsy was well or not; only that she'd dropped off the hide and received some attention, along with a blurry sense of choppy waters. It was about as reliable as the green could be. "What about the Lady?" Devaki had forgotten the Other was even there; that happened far too often for his liking of late. He didn't have to ask which Lady the Raum was talking about. "She'll be taken care of." The noise that Raum made could only be described as anticipation, and it make Devaki look at him sharply. "By me," Devaki said, firmly, and when he read the disappointment in those cool blue eyes, he knew he'd made the right choice. "Never fear; there'll be plenty of work for you in the days ahead. Plenty of opportunity to... enjoy yourself." Raum had needs; Devaki knew the Other needed an outlet, as distasteful as he found it -- when it wasn't useful. There was a grudging acknowledgement from Raum, and only when he saw it did Devaki continue, "I have many invitations to write. I'll need the riders ready." "I'll see to it." Devaki wasn't sure when Raum left, but the next time he looked up, the Other was gone. His hand had cramped by the time he was done, leaving a pile of carefully rolled and sealed messages. He'd have them sent out in the morning; via firelizard, to be sure they arrived in time. He moved deeper into the suite; Vinien was already fast asleep, curled up on his side with his fist shoved against his mouth. In the next room, Sealene was fussing quietly, the nanny fast asleep on the couch. Without waking the nanny, Devaki lifted up the girl, the sight of her blue eyes making him smile straight away. Beseeching eyes, Rilka had said, and he couldn't deny that. Sitting in the rocking chair, he settled the tiny baby girl in the crook of his arm, rocking back and forward. She gurgled happily, while he ran over a list of names in his head. So many threads to keep track of, but, he hoped -- soon he he would have a tapestry. |
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Azaylia (Dragonshy (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 23 May 2013 08:51:28 GMT.
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...Devakiiii. Stop hanging out with such freaky people. D: Nuuuh.
Every peek at his schemes just leads to more intrigue~
Riorde (Riorde (talk)) left a comment on Thu, 23 May 2013 15:35:46 GMT.
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Devaki and Raum, my favorite amoral islanders. <3 <3
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