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Devaki

2015-08-21T04:14:45Z

Devaki:

{{Profile
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|mother=deceased
|father=deceased
|siblings=[[Evali]] (-3 T) Kiami (-5 T, deceased) [[Iolene]] (half-sister, deceased) [[Tomaeran]] (cousin) [[Jaques]] (cousin)
|children=Dilan, by [[Madilla]] Vinien, by [[Issedi]] Sealene, by [[Issedi]] Esiara, by [[Issedi]] Alani, by [[Issedi]]
|friends=[[Issedi]], wife (deceased) Xoami, best friend Viremi, grandfather (deceased) [[Raum]], Guard Captain [[Braeden]], brother-in-law [[Rilka]], adviser, influencer
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== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just shy of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Later, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen. Issedi gave birth to their third child, and second daughter, Esiara, early on month 9 of Turn 33. Only a few sevens later, the pair attended Crom Lord Aughan's marriage to Ienavi, perhaps in an effort to dispel persisting rumors of lingering bad blood between the Holds.

At the start of Turn 35, Devaki's son Dilan came to live at the Hold, much to the delight of young heir Vinien who looked up to the older weyr-bred boy. This especially so when his mother Issedi gave birth to ''yet another'' sister in month 5, called Alani. By all accounts the Lord's eldest boy was welcomed, even taking a couple of sailing trips with the Lord and heir. Dilan returned to the Weyr at the end of the Turn, though not before the opportunity arose for him to name High Reaches' newest ship, christened the "Maddy", soon to be launched.

Amongst the ships destroyed in the big storm of Tillek in month 1 of Turn 36 was the Pirate Queen, High Reaches' flagship. Turn 36 also saw the resignation of Lord Wulfan of Igen, known to be close with Devaki. Thus, perhaps, it was not a surprise to many that the ex-Igen Lord was spotted at High Reaches Hold towards the end of Turn 36, the rumors of his and his wife Daroda's stay purportedly to assist the Lady Issedi with her fifth pregnancy well known.

On day 11, month 13, turn 36, during the celebrations of Issedi's 30th Turnday, an assailant attempted to attack Devaki. The islander, Rilka, stepped in, resulting in the knife striking Issedi. The Lady Reaches died in the great hall, while the assailant was caught by High Reaches residents. Early in month 1, Turn 37, the assailant was exiled to the Islands, a move viewed by some as merciful. High Reaches' Glacier wing, sent to protect the Hold after the murder, also departed shortly thereafter.

While Devaki withdrew from the public eye for some time, the Hold continued to be managed well enough, with Braeden, Wulfan and Daroda providing assistance. In month 8, Devaki took his children with him on the ship Pirate Queen II, for a visit to Tillek. Less well known was the detour to the Islands of his birth. They returned by mid month 11.

The latest rumors of mid Turn 38 suggest he may well be looking for his next wife.

== Random ==

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: [[http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg]]
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

{{!}}}

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Devaki

2015-05-24T01:35:10Z

Devaki:

{{Profile
|picture=Face-Devaki.jpg
|mother=deceased
|father=deceased
|siblings=[[Evali]] (-3 T) Kiami (-5 T, deceased) [[Iolene]] (half-sister, deceased) [[Tomaeran]] (cousin) [[Jaques]] (cousin)
|children=Dilan, by [[Madilla]] Vinien, by [[Issedi]] Sealene, by [[Issedi]] Esiara, by [[Issedi]] Alani, by [[Issedi]]
|friends=[[Issedi]], wife (deceased) Xoami, best friend Viremi, grandfather (deceased) [[Raum]], Guard Captain [[Braeden]], brother-in-law [[Rilka]], adviser, influencer
|livejournal=[http://devaki-nc.livejournal.com/ devaki-nc]
|body=== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just shy of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Later, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen. Issedi gave birth to their third child, and second daughter, Esiara, early on month 9 of Turn 33. Only a few sevens later, the pair attended Crom Lord Aughan's marriage to Ienavi, perhaps in an effort to dispel persisting rumors of lingering bad blood between the Holds.

At the start of Turn 35, Devaki's son Dilan came to live at the Hold, much to the delight of young heir Vinien who looked up to the older weyr-bred boy. This especially so when his mother Issedi gave birth to ''yet another'' sister in month 5, called Alani. By all accounts the Lord's eldest boy was welcomed, even taking a couple of sailing trips with the Lord and heir. Dilan returned to the Weyr at the end of the Turn, though not before the opportunity arose for him to name High Reaches' newest ship, christened the "Maddy", soon to be launched.

Amongst the ships destroyed in the big storm of Tillek in month 1 of Turn 36 was the Pirate Queen, High Reaches' flagship. Turn 36 also saw the resignation of Lord Wulfan of Igen, known to be close with Devaki. Thus, perhaps, it was not a surprise to many that the ex-Igen Lord was spotted at High Reaches Hold towards the end of Turn 36, the rumors of his and his wife Daroda's stay purportedly to assist the Lady Issedi with her fifth pregnancy well known.

On day 11, month 13, turn 36, during the celebrations of Issedi's 30th Turnday, an assailant attempted to attack Devaki. The islander, Rilka, stepped in, resulting in the knife striking Issedi. The Lady Reaches died in the great hall, while the assailant was caught by High Reaches residents. Early in month 1, Turn 37, the assailant was exiled to the Islands, a move viewed by some as merciful. High Reaches' Glacier wing, sent to protect the Hold after the murder, also departed shortly thereafter.

While Devaki withdrew from the public eye for some time, the Hold continued to be managed well enough, with Braeden, Wulfan and Daroda providing assistance. In month 8, Devaki took his children with him on the ship Pirate Queen II, for a visit to Tillek. Less well known was the detour to the Islands of his birth. They returned by mid month 11.

== Random ==

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

{{!}}}

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[[Category:High_Reaches_Area]]
[[Category:High_Reaches_Hold]]
[[Category:High_Reaches_Weyr]]
[[Category:Western_Islands]]

Logs:Your Mother's Coats

2015-05-24T01:20:15Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{Log |who=Devaki, Sealene |what=The Pirate Queen II returns home with its cargo. |where=On the High Seas |involves=High Reaches Hold |day=18 |month=11 |turn=37 |IP=Interval |..."

{{Log
|who=Devaki, Sealene
|what=The Pirate Queen II returns home with its cargo.
|where=On the High Seas
|involves=High Reaches Hold
|day=18
|month=11
|turn=37
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.05.23
|mentions=Drex, Itsy, Rilka, Vinien, Esiara, Alani, Issedi, Raum
|type=Vignette
|icons-new=Icon devaki.jpg,
|log=It had been three months since they left the Hold -- long enough that, to his surprise, Devaki welcomed the sight of the familiar cliffs and shuttered windows of High Reaches. It was cold, the chill in the air suggesting snow might fall this afternoon, and yet the Lord bore it with without a coat -- as he had for much of his time on the islands. A reminder that, even if High Reaches were now his home, his roots lay in the rocky islands they'd just left.

"Land ho!" called a voice from high above. The boy -- Drex -- descended the rigging with a frightening speed, making his way towards Captain Itsy.

The sight of the girl -- the ''woman'' -- whom Raum had scrounged off the streets of Tillek -- in command of a ship full of unpleasant sailors warmed him. In his head, he considered the girl family, a daughter, even, if a wild one that couldn't be completely controlled. Her unpredictability was concerning as far as the boy, but she had as much to lose from telling him the truth is he did -- maybe more, to judge by the way the pair was joined at the hip.

That the dynamic of the ship had changed while they'd been on the Islands was clear. He wasn't sure how -- just that there was none of that hesitancy, or sidelong, disgruntled looks at the be-hatted woman from the crew any longer. It made him proud.

He felt a tiny hand slip into his, and a tug.

"Father?" Sealene had taken to calling him that, recently. She thought ''daddy'' was too childish; something Esiara and Alani called him.

Devaki smiled, reaching down and lifting the girl up onto his hip. "It's nice to see home again, isn't it?"

Sealene looked at the view, solemnly, then at him. Her blue eyes, too, looked serious -- more so, he realized abruptly, then when they'd first left. He'd hoped time away from the Hold, from the memories of their mother, might be good for them. He'd hoped, too, the time Sealene had spent with Rilka, and many of the elders of the Islands, would be good for her.

"Are we going to make an offering to the sea when we get there, father? Auntie Rilka says it's important. That the sea remembers and gets angry if we don't."

It made him smile, that his little girl had adopted the practice so wholeheartedly. "We will. Just as soon as we reach land."

The little blonde girl nodded, satisfied.

He could see, in her, the physical similarities to Issedi; it made him ache, for a moment.

There would be pressure, soon enough, he felt, to seek a second bride. How would his children react, he wondered, to a step-mother? How would she cope, in turn? That Issedi and his children should rule the Hold one day was certain. It limited his choices; he needed someone who wasn't ambitious enough to endanger his children. The thoughts made his jaw tighten.

Sealene gave a stifled noise, then reached for his nose, pinching it. When he made a strangled sound, she giggled, wiggling around as he tickled her in revenge.

She gave a little shiver, and Devaki lowered her to the deck again. "You ought to go inside, honey. It's cold."

"''You're'' not wearing a coat."

He nodded.

"None of the people on the Islands wore one, either." Sealene added.

He smiled. "For Turns, we had none to wear. But we adjusted."

Sealene frowned a moment in thought, then started to struggle out of ''her'' coat.

With a gentle hand, Devaki stopped her. "No, honey."

"But I'm one of ''them'', now."

"Yes, but... you're also your mother's daughter. Remember when your mother used to yell at me for letting you girls get dirty? Or when Vinny's coat got torn?" When Sealene nodded, he went on, "It's a mother's duty to protect her children. I'm going to need your help looking after Esi and 'lani. Will you help me?"

The girl nodded, all serious.

"Good. When you're bigger, you'll fit into your mother's coats. She'd have liked that."

They lingered a moment, in silence, watching High Reaches Hold draw slowly closer. The first flakes of snow began to fall, then, crunching underfoot as they retreated to the cabin, and the rest of Sealene's siblings, making ready to arrive home.
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Logs:HRH Turnover and Trial

2015-05-23T01:47:03Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{Log |who=Azaylia, Devaki, K'del |what=Lord Devaki makes his judgement on his Lady's murder. |where=High Reaches Hold |involves=High Reaches Weyr, High Reaches Hold |day=6 |m..."

{{Log
|who=Azaylia, Devaki, K'del
|what=Lord Devaki makes his judgement on his Lady's murder.
|where=High Reaches Hold
|involves=High Reaches Weyr, High Reaches Hold
|day=6
|month=1
|turn=37
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.02.15
|mentions=Issedi, Rilka, Raum
|type=Update
|log=High Reaches Hold's Turnover celebration was, as one might expect, rather more subdued than in previous Turns. While the Lord and his children made appearances throughout the day -- alternately accompanied by Lord Wulfan or Lady Daroda, by early evening they had retired to their quarters.

On day 6, month 1, the trial of the murderer of Lady Issedi, identified as Breshak, is held. This takes most of the morning, with witnesses coming forward, while the Lord (surrounded by his Council -- though not noteably the exile Rilka) -- listen. After all the witnesses have spoken, as well as the defendant's assigned harper representative, Lord Devaki takes time to deliberate and talk with his Council.

Just before sundown, Lord Devaki issues the following judgement: "In the case of the accused, Breshak, I find him guilty of the murder of the Lady Issedi of High Reaches Hold." He pauses here, to gather his thoughts, to murmurs in the crowd. "The murder of someone, even as punishment for such a terrible crime, is no light matter. It gives them no room for reform, no room to change their opinion. Breshak is not the only one to misunderstand the exiles, and what they endured unfairly. So, after consideration, I sentence Breshak to thirty Turns of labor at the western islands, working with the former exiles that live there. I hope, through experience, he will grow and develop an understanding of this piece of history that is a part of High Reaches, and a part of our future, too."

The reaction to this news is mixed -- some are upset that the Lord chose not to end the life of the man who murdered their Lady, while others find it an exemplary and merciful stroke. While there's no mention of the fate of Rilka -- who has been largely confined to her room since the incident -- on dawn of day 6 when Breshak is placed on the "Maddy", the former exile is seen on deck briefly, too, before the ship departs.

By midday of day 7, word spreads of a perhaps surprising development: that the Guard Captain Raum firmly but politely advised all Glacier Wing riders that their services were no longer required at the Hold, a request that is rumored to be followed up with a more official one to the Weyrleaders.

----
''To: K'del, Azayla''

Weyrleaders,

While I am grateful for the support of Glacier Wing in this time of unrest, their presence is also a reminder of what has occured. Thus, I respectfully request the withdrawal of all Glacier riders from the Hold. As ever, we welcome the continued presence of P'ken and Haibroth, and your personal support during this time.

Lord Devaki
High Reaches Hold
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K'del's reply is prompt; it arrives within the day.

Lord Devaki,

As per your wishes, Glacier has been withdrawn; normal sweepriding and watchrider duty will recommence immediately. Should there be anything else my wings can offer, at any time, please don't hesitate to ask.

K'del
Cadejoth's rider
Weyrleader, High Reaches Weyr
}}

Logs:Of Their Traditions

2015-02-14T06:19:14Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{Log |who=Devaki, Riorde, Raum |what=Riorde comes to visit her fellow exile in the wake of Issedi's death, and their talk is of traditions, the island, and their future legac..."

{{Log
|who=Devaki, Riorde, Raum
|what=Riorde comes to visit her fellow exile in the wake of Issedi's death, and their talk is of traditions, the island, and their future legacy.
|where=High Reaches Hold
|day=20
|month=13
|turn=36
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.02.10
|quote="I know I don't have to remind you, but still. Be careful with your son."
|mentions=Cason, Rilka, Vinien, Sealene, Issedi
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon devaki shadow.JPG, Icon riorde.jpg,
|desc=Isolated on its westward-jutting peninsula, from the landward side High
Reaches Hold appears burrowed deep into the mountain, with only a few
shuttered windows overlooking the rows of cotholds that line the river
road. Its double courtyards appear designed more for transportation or
defense than for welcoming visitors. From the seaward side, the slant of
the windows overlooking the fine deep bay attempts to ward off the sea
winds, the higher stories evading the less pleasant odors prevalent at low
tide.

However cold and bleak the Hold's setting may be, inside, its colors of
dark blue and tan act as neutrals for the warmer, brighter hues of its
llama-wool tapestries and rugs. Below the Hold, oval caverns house lengths
of seasoned wood for its shipbuilders, and to its outskirts are several
minor Crafthalls including a glass-smith's shop.

Though the Hold's main access is by sea, the river road leads to its Weyr
and the rest of Pern, while minor roads lead to a few outlying Holds and
the distant lighthouse.
|log=It's been just over a seven since Issedi's death, and a few days since the farewell to Issedi on the beach, attended by the Islanders. Devaki's been naturally scarce, and the mood at the Hold is likely not helped by both the visible presence of guards, as well as Glacier's presence. Rilka's been sighted rarely, and only at sundown by the beach, otherwise confined to her rooms. It is by no coincidence that not long after Riorde arrives at the Hold, the Other shows his face, lingering just where Riorde can see him.

Riorde takes her turn with the wing like any other rider, her own exile origins notwithstanding. Duty remains duty, and besides the openly carried arm at her side, her expression's enough to put anyone off from making an attempt on her life. There are no words for the Other. Simply a curt nod that confirms she sees him and will follow in silence, several paces behind.

He leads her, this way and that, through the Hold she knows but is not ''hers'', not in the way it belongs to the exiles who live here, now. Not, then, to the Lord's suites, guarded by both Hold and Weyr alike, but instead to a plain office, Raum giving her a familiar, leering grin as he -- just barely -- steps away far enough for her to go past him. The room is well lit, and it has a window -- one in front of which Devaki stands, hands clasped behind his back.

Riorde returns the grin with her own withering stare, unblinking and direct. A shoulder is designed to make sharp contact as she squeezes past. Once within, she quietly pushes the door closed behind her: Raum is not privy to this, though he likely knows more of what goes on in the Hold than any other single person. No words, just yet. She takes in the other islander quietly, and her expression begins to ease. The woman stands still and does not advance.

The snort from behind her is probably expected, but the Other retreats before she closes the door in his face, all the same. Silence, for a few measured beats, and then: "You can see the sea from here. That's why I like this room." Devaki half turns; there's a strain in his expression, an exhaustion, before he reaches out a hand to invite her over, to take it, holding his breath for a moment as his gaze flickers over her.

Riorde moves at the invitation, crossing the room to come to the Lord Holder's side and slide her fingers through his. She contemplates the view as well, brows drawing together in that study before she looks to the man beside her. Compassion is there: a rare thing for a woman who's grown up as stony as the island that served as her childhood home. Her expression speaks for her.

There's a sigh of... relief, weight, ''something'', as their fingers touch, and twine, Devaki's attention turning back to the window. The sea, today, is angry, rough -- waves hitting the beach and throwing spray roughly into the air. He leans a shoulder into hers, aware that she's looking at him, but keeping his gaze on the view. "I didn't..." he stumbles to a halt, his voice rough. "...know it would be her. That she would--" he stops, again, jaw tightening, eyes closing. "Rilka warned me, the Sea was angry. I've grown soft, Ri. ''All'' of us have. That was the price."

"You couldn't have known." Whatever jealousies Riorde has carried in the past for the woman who was Devaki's Lady make no appearance now. "Things are always clearer in hindsight." Her hand is strong and calloused; there's strength in her grip, as if she can transfer some of hers to High Reaches' Lord. "What will you do?"

Devaki exhales slowly; there's wisdom in her words that it takes him a moment to process. "There has to be a trial -- that's the way things are done, ''here''," there's a hint of derision in the heated word, before he grimaces. "After that -- I need to take Vinien to the Island. Sealene, too -- Rilka says it's time." A beat, while he finally looks at her again, blue eyes flickering, taking in her expression: "Will you come?"

She should probably check with her superiors, and yet-- "Yes." She's quiet a time, thinking her own thoughts. Some of it comes out in the form of a question: "Why do you give Rilka so much credence?"

Devaki hesitates, visibly, not so much in telling her, as in trying to get the words straight, before he says, "She... knows things. ''Sees'' things, in a way others don't. I used to think she was just... not right, but," he exhales, fingers tightening around hers, the thought gone before he finishes, lifting her hand, in his hand. Fingers that were once calloused from Turns of hard living have softened, and are a contrast to hers as they brush over them. "Do you remember that morning we went fishing? The day we -- ''they'' -- found us? It's strange to think that we were so happy then. It feels like something that happened to someone else."

"Mmm." The sound betrays more skepticism than assent. Riorde lacks Devaki's faith in their childhood acquaintance. Friend is too strong a word. "That was a strange day, to say the least." A hint of humor enters otherwise bland words. "You don't feel like you're that person anymore?" she asks, echoing his own words back to him.

"I sleep in a bed of feathers, I can't remember the last time I did something for myself -- picked my clothes, or caught my own food, or had to carry anything heavier than Vinny," Devaki's expression changes at the mention of his son, conflicted, ''guilty''. "I can barely remember what it was like to... to ''want'' all these things."

"Yeah," Riorde says quietly. Her life is far different, of course, but there's still plenty she can recognize in Devaki's words. "What will you do with the children when you take them to the island?"

"I want them to -- ''need'' them to," the Islander corrects himself, "Understand what it's like, to not have everything. Understand why our traditions are important, and shouldn't be forgotten." Devaki's fingers finish their exploration of her calloused tips, gaze lifting. "I don't want any child of mine to grow up soft... ''weak''."

"They won't," Riorde says with a measure of conviction. A quick handsqueeze accompanies her words. "Not with you as a father. It's a good idea. Even if it's coming from Rilka." She gives Devaki her first smile, finding a place for a quick burst of dry humor in an otherwise sober time. "I know I don't have to remind you, but still. Be careful with your son."

That smile, her words, elicits a inadvertent laugh from the other islander, Devaki expression relaxed, light for a few moments. At least until her next works sink in, and he exhales, sobering. "Yes, and," he hesitates. "You, should be careful, too. And keep an eye out for... mine, ''ours'', at the Weyr. I... do you want to send him to the Island?" His gaze is steady, concerned.

The child. It's almost a surprise to hear him mentioned, even though his existence and parentage isn't a secret to ''them''. Riorde's eyebrows arch, forming an expression of unintended elegance for a woman who considers herself hard. "I would like that," she decides after studying Devaki for a long moment. "It would be good for him. To know the Island. To know the other children. An experience they'll have to share. Like we did. It'll create a bond, and that can only be good."

The fact that there's a soft exhale of breath suggests that Devaki was putting more weight on her answer than perhaps even he himself realized. "Good," he breathes, with a sudden smile. "It would be nice for him to know his siblings, too. And for me to--" he slows and stops, trying to put it into words, "--be in his life, as much as I can." There's a quiet apology in that, not the first time it's been done verbally or otherwise.

Apologies that aren't necessary. Another small squeeze absolves him of it. "It's the perfect age. Tair will grow up learning, and that'll be among his first memories." Riorde sounds satisfied, pleased. It fades with her questions, though -- and there are so many still, and the answer to one just spurs another. "How much do we still keep to ourselves, while they're there? You know that the longer your children don't know, the more they'll just feel betrayed, later."

Devaki's smiling, faintly, at the thought of the boy growing up on the Island. "That's how it should be for all of our children. All the Islander's children. I'll mention it to Cason, next time we sit down to--" but he breaks off, because his normal routine isn't exactly ''normal'', now, and it makes him breathe out, slowly. "When he's old enough to understand -- and understand how important it is that it be kept secret for now -- we can tell him. Until then, Uncle Devaki can be the one to tell him about Sea Monsters."

Riorde accepts that with a nod and a bit of a smile. The Sea Monsters will do that. "Thank you, Dev." A softer tone, now, and she leans over to offer him a kiss -- but to his cheek, as friends do.

As she kisses him on the cheek, Devaki's free hand comes up to brush her hair and settle at her neck, as he exhales slowly. There's something both sad, and tired in his expression as he forces the faintest of smiles. "I'm glad you're here, Ri. You always are, when I need you." He hesitates, a moment. "Are you happy, there?" at the Weyr, he must mean.

This answer is simple, in contrast to all the others. "Yes." Riorde retains her smile, though it's still small in deference to Devaki's grief. "Yes, I am. It isn't always easy, but it's a good life."

It might not be the answer he was ''hoping'' to hear, to judge by the slight flicker in his expression, only noteworthy since she knows him well enough to read him, and yet the answer doesn't make him sad, for all that: "I'm glad." He's not looking at her anymore, but at the window. "You should... get back before they notice you're missing."

Riorde doesn't immediately answer. She lingers at Devaki's side, the grip of her hand still tight. She finally removes her fingers from his, but only to slip her arm around his waist and lean in as companionable support. The brownrider stays like that a minute before she withdraws entirely, leaving low words with him: "Be strong."

And he returns the one-sided hug, his arm settling around her, the tenseness in his posture fading by measures, until it's just her, and him, and their view of the sea. Devaki doesn't answer her final words, but he hears them, judging by the way blue eyes flicker after her. Out in the hall, Raum's leaning against the wall opposite, straightens when he sees Riorde and, with one of his familiar grins, slouches back against the wall again, waiting for his Lord to emerge.
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Logs:Misgivings, Messages, Meetings

2015-02-14T06:09:05Z

Devaki:

{{Log
|who=Alida, Devaki, Raum, P'ken{{!}}Haibroth, K'del{{!}}Cadejoth
|what=Alida seeks a sudden meeting with Lord Devaki, but must run around Raum, first.
|where=High Reaches Hold
|day=26
|month=13
|turn=36
|IP=Interval
|IP2=10
|gamedate=2015.02.12
|quote=<< We don't trust you at High Reaches Hold. >>
|weather=Cold, cloudy, snow flurries.
|mentions=Issedi, Rilka, Alani, Taikrin
|type=Log
|icons-new=Icon devaki shadow.jpg, Icon alida pensive.jpg, Icon raum troubled.png, Icon alida ilicaeth monumentdesert.jpg, Icon k'del cadejoth dog.jpg
|log=It's been just over two sevendays since Lady Issedi's murder. While the remnants of the celebration festival have long since gone, a somber mood remains, not helped by the visible presence of guards -- not the mention Glacier's presence at the Hold. The Lord hasn't often been seen outside his suite since that time, though twice in the last week he made appearances in the great hall near dinner, presumably to reassure the people of his continued presence at the Hold. The exile girl most seem to refer to as "that crazy one" hasn't been seen around the Hold at all, kept under the watchful eye of one or another of Raum's guards in her rooms -- though let out for an hour a day around sunset to walk near the beach. Most of the hold is preparing for Turnover celebrations, though they do so with a cautious, whispered anticipation rather than the joyful, boisterous delight that usually accompanies the yearly event.

Surely Raum's presence is felt, as well as the Guard he commands, and it's this specific red-head that Alida intends to find this afternoon...her presence literally the first of Glacier's 'fist' to be seen in the Hold. Though Taikrin 'rules' the Wing, she's got business to attend to more often than not, and it seems as if her 'second...and even Alida act as her intermediaries, here. Through the hushed, sobered 'Reaches she makes her way, listening, watching, perceiving much while tracking down the rather disturbing Captain, Pyrite clinging securely to her human's right shoulder, while Ilicaeth observes the goings-on outside. Two, three pairs of eyes serve the woman better than her own ever could...and it's now time to find out just how the land lays with he who 'rules the roost.'

Raum's not in the usual places... not in the guard's barracks, not in the main hall, not in the kitchen, and not near his Lord's suites today. By habit he's often not where he 'should' be, though whether it's a surprise that her firelizard spares an image of the red head emerging from the room Rilka's been confined to, fiddling with his clothes as he does so, is anyone's guess. He's familiar enough with the Hold's shortcuts that he takes the back stairs leading down to the first floor, normally used purely by the kitchen staff.

Back stairs...Alida's 'favorite' way of snooping around places...though she wasn't headed towards that specific means of egress, this day, until... Well-well, what have we here? The image of Raum (and by inference, Rilka) offered to her finds the woman only slightly surprised at finding the man exiting the exile's room, Alida making a soft sound of wicked pleasure at her pet's keen senses, a quick carress offered to the little gold's neck as a reward. Churrrrr-preen. With alacrity but sure-footed quietude, the bluerider moves to casually intercept the red-head a quarter of the way up aforementioned steps...to await Raum with no hint of her inner smirk upon her face.

Raum spots bluerider, with a grunt that could be acknowledgement or dismissal or something else entirely, and brushes past her, assuming there's enough room -- or presses forward, even if there's not, like he has somewhere to ''be''.

"Ain't enough, t'day..." Alida notes briskly to that grunt, pivoting on toes to accompany the man back down the stairs. More seriously, more quietly to the Captain, the bluie mutters, "There's...concern over Lord Devaki's state in Glacier..." A meaningful look to the unsettling ginger presages, "As I'm the current 'envoy'" - smirk - "...I request a meeting with the Lord today." Though the word is politically correct, Alida's 'request' holds more of an expectation of being more, though stopping short of an 'order.'

"Don't give a shit what you riders think of him," Raum says, his pace unchanged despite Alida's accompaniment. Once they reach the bottom of the stairs he heads down the corridor. Apparently his response serves as answer to her request, since he's not looking at her, gaze flickering left and right, taking note of who they pass.

She halts at that (anticipated) shitty attitude, and calls lightly down to the bottom of the stairs, "Ah well. Uv' course, you know I'll have ta report this ta my Wingleader, the Weyrleaders, as a matter uv' duty. The Weyrwoman might take some pity on ya', but as fer Taikrin an' K'del..." Shrug. Those two likely would pull Glacier almost instantaneously from the Hold. "I'll send the message off. Taikrin hates waitin' on unfortunate news."

Raum gives a wolfish grin, pausing to look over his shoulder. "Sure. Go fetch yer Weyrwoman, yer Weyrleader, yer Wingleader. I'll wait." He folds his arms, expectantly. "Bring yer ''mom'' too, eh?"

"No need ta fetch..." Alida dismisses Raum's words with impiety, her eyes seeming to take on that disfocus all riders get when chatting up their lifemates. Wait an appropriate span of small moments, and soon enough, "We'll be takin' our leave, Captain Raum." As she speaks, the blonde plucks a tiny scrap of hide and a piece of sharpened graphite from a pocket, scribbles something on it, then offers it to the front left paw of Pyrite, the little gold spreading her wings for a launch. "I like ta think that - even in this time uv mourning - yer Lord would prefer ta be informed uv your choice..." That 'your' receives a full and lilted inflection.

Raum's smirking, now, giving her an up and down that is less assessive and more... ''intrusive''. "If that's mean to be a ''threat'', girl, you're doing it wrong. I couldn't give a shit whether you're here or not. In fact," with a grin, "It'll be better once you're gone." A beat, then of his Lord: "He will be. Once yer gone."

She's bourne up under pervie gazes before, and insults as well, and so Alida appears to let all of Raum's crap slide right off her shoulders, even as Pyrite winks Between with the note, focused on delivering it to Devaki (only) as speedily as possible. In the meantime, the bluerider meets the red-head's stare with a anticipatorily-smirky one of her own, like a carrion bird that caught the heady whiff of rotting meat on the breeze. "Later...punk." Off she steps...where Raum came from, perhaps to start gathering up the various riders who circulate around the Hold.

Off she steps, and off ''he'' steps, the Captain following her like a shadow. Pyrite, meanwhile, has a sense of darkness, of a song with an unfamiliar tune being sung. The song falters, and by habit the man she seeks holds out his hand, then waves the firelizard off, while his song resumes.

"I must present quite the reason fer concern..." the bluerider notes almost chipperly as Raum accompanies her, the woman appearing in no hurry as she strides up the stairs. It's at their head that Pyrite contacts Alida again, showing what's taking place, the wave off of Devaki's hand. A faint scrunch of brows in internal concentration << Get his full attention and insist he read it! >> backed up by Ilicaeth's firm guidance of the firelizard later sees the tiny queen circling above the Lord's head a few times while gently chirruping, then seeking to land near - if not on - his hand...while chirruping again and looking into the man's blue eyes. Meanwhile, the woman continues striding along, looking for whatever signs or people she might have an eye out for.

"Just want to make sure yer gonna follow through," Raum says with a brief grin, sharp eyes flickering left and right as he paces behind her. Pyrite will sense irritation from the man, his song faltering again as the firelizard insists on landing again. Pale light floods the room, the girl in the bed pulling the covers up to her eyes, staring, while her father reads. "Fine. Go," he waves his hand again, before turning his attention back to the girl.

Chirrup! Pyrite noses the scrap of hide purposefully, then lightly nedges Devaki's hand before settling into a waiting pose, whirling blue eyes tinted with dots of yellow. Squeak! She'll repeat, ad nauseum, under Ilicaeth guidance, while the blue dragon notes in ominously-humored aside to Alida, << Hope that Lord gets 'is ass in gear soon. >>. Inside, the blonde woman is internally rolling her eyes and reinforcing Pyrite while she offers a hard, cold little splinter of a 'smile' aside to Raum. She always follows through. As the two pace the halls, they come upon a brownrider from Glacier, who - after Alida gestures to the middle-aged man and engages him in some private talk - raises one brow slightly, then nods, falls into step with the bluerider. Though her words of 'leaving' the Hold on its own are news to him, he's been with the Wing long enough to understand not only ruses and ultimatums, but backing up you fellow Wingmate.

The firelizard's insistence on staying earns more irritation, yet the Lord focuses his attention on the girl in the bed, picking up the song where he left off. It's not a familiar tune, though it does have a catchy cadence to it. The girl's clinging to a stuffed toy -- it looks like a runner -- eyes slowly sliding shut. It's only when the girl's breathing evens out that the Lord dims the light, stands, and stares at the gold until it, too, departs, before he's willing to leave the girl's room. Meanwhile, Raum's still following, at enough distance that a semi-private conversation can be had, smirking while the bluerider seeks to round up her fellow wingriders. It's a good while before heavy footsteps denounce another arrival, coming up towards Raum. The guard reports to his superior in a low whisper, then departs, while the Captain stares in Alida's direction, then crooks a finger, with a sudden grin. "C'mon, girl. Just ''you''."

Throughout the Wing in attendance of the Hold - humans and dragons alike - the 'news' is spread: go through with the 'ruse,' until the very moment of departure. Glacier takes care of its own business. The reason for the 'call' from Alida and Ilicaeth to their guarding wingmates is to the point and bare-bones: backing the Hold guard captain down in order to establish that the Lord is still alive and in control of his Hold...without unduly unnerving any in authority, unless absolutely necessary. Of course, Alida has other reasons, but those are the most important...and potentially unnerving. It's not until about three-quarters of the riders are either following Raum and Alida around, or walking out to their dragons - Haibroth being shusshed, if possible, from spreading any news beyond Glacier - that the 'key' guard, in this case, finally arrives on the scene, and brings the sweeping procession to a halt. With Raum's words to Alida comes the frank and not-so-pleasant grins and looks of enough of her wingmates, who position themselves nearby in order to support her, a few hands drifting slowly nearer belts. There's a crass little grin and a faint shake of the bluie's head to her comrades before she strides away from the assembly of riders...then murmurs in faint amusement aside to Raum as she passes, "*Just* me. You c'n go, now." Since the Lord apparently requested only *her* presence.

Haibroth isn't Glacier, or even former Glacier, and the movement of the wing stationed at the Hold does not go unnoticed. Whether the attempts to shush him are polite or otherwise, and successful or otherwise, he keeps his distance, but he's watching, avidly. Raum, however is smirking, at her attempt at dismissal. "In here," he says, after he's lead her to a room, stepping inside. It's empty, and he waits for the bluerider to enter, before he lounges against a wall. Seems he's not going anywhere, and seems, too, the Lord is not in any hurry.

Dragon> To Cadejoth, Haibroth's voice is stifled, whisper quiet, though that's not altogether unusual. He sends through an image of various Glacier members -- most of them, in fact, gathering together -- quizzical. Is something going on?

Dragon> Surprise. Cadejoth's answer is immediate: No. ''No''. (To Haibroth from Cadejoth)

Dragon> To local dragons, Cadejoth reaches out; reaches for Glacier. << What are you doing? >> And: << Back to your positions. Whatever you're doing, ''stop''. >> There's force behind it; not a queen's command - not yet - but all the authority of his position.

Exactly. Haibroth isn't Glacier, but hopefully will respond to the need for silence radiated by his fellow draconic brethren. Hopefully forever. Inside, Alida's trying not to suddenly laugh aloud at this odd circumstance - the irony of such suddenly surging to the fore within her - which might come off to Raum as her trying not to snicker at him, or as the bluerider just being weird, as she glances over at the red-head and half-smirks with dancing eyes. Taking note of the positioning of everything, of where she is and where others are within this room...the blonde waits in silence.

Dragon> Nothing like Haibroth blowing it. Instantly, Ilicaeth responds to Cadejoth with a relaxed baritone, << Alida's concerned about the Lord. >> Devaki hasn't been seen in his right mind since the death of his wife. And there's potentially unusual things happening at the Hold.Belatedly << She's bluffin', anway. We wouldn't've left without talkin' ta you, first. >> (To Cadejoth from Ilicaeth)

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Cadejoth, plainly, does not care. << You. Do. Not. Bluff. You. Do. Not. Have. The. Authority. >> And not, ''not'' when the Lord is concerned, or the Hold. Cadejoth is not relaxed; Cadejoth is ''furious''. << Stand down. No bluffing. No bullshit. >>

It's enough time. Enough time for the impatient to fidget, enough time for Raum to shift position, however minutely, while waiting, enough time, perhaps, to reinforce that a Lord does not answer to a dragonrider, whether they know each other or not. Finally, he appears. The Lord of High Reaches has the familiar, commanding pace and firm posture, yet there are signs, too, of strain -- an exhaustion and tightness around eyes, a tenseness of jaw, and the sharpness with which his eyes go first, to Raum, and second, to Alida. He hasn't shaved, and combined with plain shirt and mussed hair, gives him an oddly casual appearance. He doesn't speak, immediately, instead heading for the decanter on the sideboard, splashing liquid into it and taking a gulp.

Dragon> Ilicaeth responds like a soldier, his words holding a salute, though firm in his convictions. << We were only bluffin' over *leaving.* We wouldn't've done it if we weren't concerned...and tryin' ta gain more information without upsettin' everybody. >> Like Cadejoth. His piece spoken, the blue awaits what might come within whirling sands. (To Cadejoth from Ilicaeth)

Dragon> To Ilicaeth, Cadejoth cares not for the blue's convictions; he's still furious. <> he says, with an angry rattle of his chain. << You DO NOT do that. You DO NOT. Not with the Hold. Not ever. You're recalled. We don't trust you at High Reaches Hold. >> And with that, he clamps down... though surely there will be a summons to come.

She too waits in tense silence only further ratcheted up by Ilicaeth's report of Haibroth's yakking to Cadejoth, and the bronze's anger. Fuckin' GREAT. Well, deal with that later. Inside, Alida notes all those signs of strain upon the Lord of the Reaches, watches Devaki move to his decanter, gulp a strong one. When he seems able to take in her presence, the bluerider first bows deeply from the waist, then notes in low tones, "My condolences, Lord Devaki." Formality from the blonde is rarer, but rarely disingenuine, and her regret can be heard in the subtle thrum of her voice. And then...business. "We're relieved ta' see you... alive." If not well. "There's been some concern about you...yer health." Never great at platitudes or the subtle couching of delicate concerns, Alida flicks her glance between Devaki and Raum. Observing.

Devaki moves over to take a seat, though he doesn't offer one to either guard, or former guard, resting his glass on the arm. His expression is tight, flickers of something visible while she speaks, but he waits until after she's finished before he says, "Was there? I'd have thought the appearances at dinner this week were enough to settle that particular rumor. What do you want, Alida?" ''He'', at least, seems to think she didn't call him in so urgently to talk about his health. Raum smirks when he's looked at, but otherwise stays silent.

"Sometimes appearances aren't enough..." the bluerider intones without inflection, her words neutral, her head shaking gently, once. "I honestly didn't wish ta intrude on yer grief...but prudence necessitated, finally." From out of the corner of one green eye, Raum's reactions are noted, even as the woman murmurs, "I assume you've heard all the standard rumor mills... Islanders at fault, yer own hand, Igenites, etcetera..?"

"You can't draw blood from stone, as you mainlanders say," Devaki says, with a dark little laugh, lifting the glass to his lips, although he doesn't complete the gesture. He nods, at the rumors, though his brow is furrowing, lifting a hand as if to forestall more words: "Alida. I was trying to put my daughter to bed. You made this sound important. Your firelizard was... ''persistent''. I can only assume there was a reason for that, other than to tell me rumors I've heard a thousand times, even ''before''--" he stops, stills, stares at her instead.

"Not good at tryin' ta be...kind," Alida murmurs to Devaki's latter words, the blonde finally looking a little cornered for an instant. "My pardons." No matter, time to dash into it. "You put faith in those few ya trust, I think." Cue a pointed look over to Raum, the woman's eyes then going back to the Lord. "I may be Weyrfolk, now, but I try not ta fer'get where I came from." There's a quick intake of breath from the bluerider. "Ever think yer trust might just be misplaced, in some circumstances?" Beat. "Maybe even by yer own folk...not necessarily Islanders, either." A hand is passed before her face by now, a faint shimmer of sweat breaking out finally upon the woman's forehead and upper lip. Pressure...though nothing else on her betrays it. "My gut's been wrong before...but not often, Lord Devaki. All I c'n honestly say right now is that I just don't like the 'feel' uv' things. Somethin' deeper is up...but I can't put a finger onn'it." By this time, she's tight-lipped with restrained, inner upset.

Devaki leans forward, now. "Then don't be kind," he counters, "Be ''straight up''." And he's staring at her expectantly, now. While she talks, his gaze is unwavering, even if the slight movement from Raum might suggest some silent signal exchanged between Lord and Guard. "What are you trying to say? That I shouldn't trust my own Hold, my own people?" A beat, as he gives the smallest shake of his head. "What do you know? I can't go on a ''gut''. If I ''did'' -- that man would be on his way out to the ocean to be food for the fish, but there are--" the heat that rises in his voice dissipates just as abruptly as it came, with a breath, "''Civilities'' to adhere to."

"All I'm sayin' is...just watch out. Watch. Like I said, I can't expect others ta go fully on gut instinct..." Rather like she just did...perhaps one of Alida's mixed blessings of person. "There's many people loyal to ya...but all it ever takes is one...'r two bad apples." She ought to know. A bob of plaited head presages the rider's look into Devaki's blue eyes, greens slightly clouded for a moment. "Glacier's here ta help, as ever...at the Weyrleaders' and *your* word, sir." Those suddenly keen, irked eyes stab over from the Lord of the 'Reaches to Raum for a moment for emphasis, then move back. "It was mostly a pleasure ta serve both Weyr 'n Hold again, no matter." A sudden, clipped little salute - as if on marionette's strings - overcomes the woman - who mutters a dour, "Guess there's nothin' more ta keep me...you. Thank you fer yer time." Even if it's all useless.

"And where," Devaki's not following her glance to Raum, staying on the bluerider, "Are your loyalties? To Glacier, to the Weyr, that ''man''," a slight growl at the thought of the Weyrleader. "Do you know, the day it-- he all but said it would happen. Is ''that'' doing the rumors yet?" ''He'' knows it isn't, since he and K'del were the only ones in that conversation.

"My loyalties are ta myself, my dragon, and those who're doin' honest good fer others," Alida murmurs with intensity, unsurprised at Devaki's question...but rather surprised, indeed, by the man's mention of K'del's perhaps premonition-like words about that dark day. "Never heard anything about that..." is admitted. "Never particularly been in 'is good graces, anyway." Snert. And *how*, as of now.

"Clearly then, I am not the only one who should watch who I ''trust'', even amongst your own people," Devaki says, before he gulps another mouthful of the liquid down, pushing to his feet with an exhalation, his gaze finally shifting away from the bluerider. "It never does to tip one's hand. Should you hear anything from the ''Weyr''... I'd be interested." A beat. "And grateful."

"I'm not among those who trust *anyone* easily, Weyrfolk 'r not..." Alida notes in dour, dark fashion to Devaki, all her jaded bitterness unable to be kept from her eyes. "Yeah... Well, I'm just a fucking wind-up grunt. Point me in the right direction, let me do my thing." So bitter, so angry, still. "Yeah... yeah..." the woman notes sourly to that potential 'request' for information, her lips twisted at the inner gall she's swallowing. "Don't think I'll be seein' much uv' the Weyr fer awhile." A snippet of black humor presages her parting bow, and a brisk turning away, the blonde headed for the door, and brushing past Raum in doing so.

The Lord gives a nod -- acknowledgement of her point as much as anything. Devaki steps towards the decanter again, the sound of splashing liquid audible as she heads for the door. Raum, likewise, is silent, though as Alida brushes towards him, he steps forward, just so that their shoulders will hit roughly, unless she steps around.

She'll let their shoulders collide with equal force, and then pivot about in the doorway with a very shark-like grin for both Raum and Devaki. Spoken aloud to the Lord, "Best place ta start first, Sir: Might wanna ask yer Captain uv the Guard why he's dippin' 'is wick on the sly in yer Islander friend. You know; the gal the rumors say is crazy?" And out into the hall she'll traipse, briskly walking on her way back to DOOM (tm). You shouldn't have provoked her, Raum.

Devaki's quiet, but firm, "Raum," holds a note of weariness and warning, both, at that impact. With a grin that has little to do with amusement, the redhead saunters past her, sharp eyes narrowing at her latter words. Devaki's expression is rather more difficult to read: stony. If there's an exchange between Lord and Captain, it happens after the bluerider is long gone.

----

''Glacier's been seconded to High Reaches Hold for a while now - ever since the Lady's murder. It's been a quiet posting on the whole, though recently there's rumor of some kind of conflict between one or more Glacier wingriders, and the Weyrleader; something about an attempted bluff, the wing standing down? Word is that at least one member of Glacier is now banned from the Hold; further suggestion indicates private discussion between Taikrin and K'del, and an equally private meeting of Glacier as a whole that everyone is being tight-lipped about. Is it only coincidence that bluerider Alida is the only wing member, so far, to be pulled from duty, or are other punishments soon to follow? Indeed, that bluerider has made a sudden appearance in Taiga's drills and duties, though her wing patch remains Glacier's, and has thus far absolutely refused to engage in conversation about the whole situation. Whatever went down, there has - as yet - been no comment from High Reaches Hold; then again, relations between that wing and that Hold have long been close, while it's practically common knowledge that K'del and Devaki have no love lost for one another.''
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Logs:Punishments and Sacrifices

2015-02-10T04:27:00Z

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|log=He stood on the cove, feeling the cold wind press against him, cutting through the shirt he wore.

It was the first time he'd left his suite, left the children, since it happened. Raum stood back, near the path leading up to the Hold. He was the only one beside the Islanders that populated the beach.

Rilka. Cason. Jaques. Tomaeran. Riorde. Rhaelyn. Evali. Others.

Others, but so much fewer than there should have been.

He was without his coat, today. He'd gotten soft. He'd let this life get to him, and he'd forgotten his roots.

He'd heard Rilka's warning, but he hadn't ''heard'' it. Taking Issedi away from him was the Sea's way of both reminding and punishing him. The Sea gave, and the Sea took away. Fitting then, perhaps, that he would return Issedi's body to the Sea.

The holders, the riders, the ''mainlanders'' wouldn't understand, and so his wish for privacy was more than a desire to avoid their pitying gaze while he said goodbye to his wife. The islanders, his people, would understand.

They would understand the sacrifies he had made for them.

He was being punished.

But he still wept.
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Category:High Reaches Hold

2015-02-09T07:01:40Z

Devaki: /* Things you might know... */

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|badge=Per Pale, dark blue and tan.
|industry=Llama wool, llama wool products, glassware, fruit brandies, ships.
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Notables:
<ul>
<li>'''Guard Captain:''' [[Raum]]
<li>'''Steward:''' Kiatan
<li>'''Watchrider:''' P'ken and brown Haibroth
</ul>

Please see:
<ul>
<li>[[Meteor Disaster]]
<li>[[:Category:Exiles|Exiles]]
</ul>

=== Former Lords Holders ===
<ul>
<li>[[Braeden]] and [[Yuliye]] (Turn 28 to Turn 31, 10th Interval)
<li>[[Rynien]] and Shaie (Turn 8 - Turn 28, 10th Interval)
<li>Beradin (Approx. Turn 189 - Turn 195, 9th Pass)
</ul>

=== Things you might know... ===

* Former Lord Rynien became Lord Reaches at the age of twenty-four. He married his wife, the lady Shaie of Sattle Hold at eighteen. He was publically known as a benevolent Lord who led by example: a happy, perfect family of four.
* Rynien's son, Braeden, spent many turns fostered to Tillek, staying long after he ''ought'' to have returned, well into his twenties. Those close to the family might know that in private, relations between father and son were not perfect.
* Rynien's daughter, Issedi, was engaged to marry Lord Aughan of Crom for some turns. It would have been the first match between major holds in the same coverage area in some time, making it a politically interesting match. Aughan was close to twice Issedi's age, however, and those close to the family would have known that Shaie worried about her daughter.
* Rynien died, unexpectedly, in Turn 28. Braeden was recalled home from Tillek, where he became Lord Holder at twenty-five. Soon after, Issedi's marriage to Aughan was postponed, and later, cancelled altogether.
* Since then, Issedi has married [[Devaki]], one of the Exiles, and Braeden has married [[Yuliye]] of Crom.
* Devaki become Lord Holder at age 29, after the abrupt (but not, to many, surprising) resignation of Braeden. Issedi and Devaki have four children together - a son Vinien (widely named heir) and three daughters (Sealene, Esiara and Alani).
* Devaki is generally well thought of by most of the Hold residents, and his occasional public stances against the Weyr's decisions has made it clear that his loyalties lie with his people before the Weyr -- but some suspect the Lord Holder's definition of his ''people'' rather favors his fellow former exiles over the native High Reaches Holders.
* In the Turns since he took Hold, Devaki has worked hard to rebuild the Hold's ship-building capabilities, which had fallen by the wayside during the end of the last Pass. High Reaches Hold now boasts a compliment of ships ranging in duties from protecting the Hold's waters, to providing trading and transport that is more self-reliant than previously. Possibly as a result of this, the Seacrafters are well-treated at the Weyr, with a local Master serving as advisor to the Lord Holder.
* In month thirteen of Turn 36, Issedi died - murdered by an assassin intended to kill Devaki.

=== The Council ===

Since he took Hold, Devaki has held a council of advisors, similar to the Island's hierarchy. Only recently has the council's make-up been more widely known outside those in the know: in addition to former Lord Holder Braeden, there are two older Blooded High Reachians, and three Islanders. Rounding out the council are a non Blooded farmer -- a woman of all things! -- and interestingly, a Seacraft Master. The fact that there is no Harper on this so-called-council is probably cause for discussion, though the Hold's Journeyman hasn't spoken out publicly -- yet.

* [[Braeden]], High Reaches Blood
* Yinash, High Reaches Blood
* Firrion, High Reaches Blood
* Cason, former exile Elder and Blood
* [[Shimana]], former exile Elder
* [[Rilka]], former exile and Blood
* Ksana, Cotholder/Farmer
* Chonak, Master Seacrafter

[[Category:High_Reaches]]

Issedi

2015-02-09T06:57:00Z

Devaki:

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== Description ==

== WYSK ==

* Daughter of the previous High Reaches Lord Holder, Rynien, Issedi was a dutiful daughter and a well-trained Blood.
* It was arranged that she would marry the much older Lord Aughan of Crom, and though she wasn't thrilled with this, she felt it was her duty.
* At some point she made the acquaintance of the exile, Devaki, though it isn't yet known how this came to be.
* After her father's passing, her brother Braeden was named Lord Holder. He acknowledged the Blood rights of the exiles, and announced Issedi's engagement to Devaki (and the breaking of the promised marriage between High Reaches and Crom).
* In Turn 29, Issedi and Devaki were married, with their first born, Vinien, arriving in Turn 30.
* Not long after the birth of their second child Sealene, it was announced that Braeden was stepping down, and Devaki became Lord Holder, with Issedi becoming Lady Holder.
* Issedi is known as a kind and gentle soul (some less generous souls might term her naive), but she appears to love her family and the Hold and is well regarded by most.
* Their third child, Esiara, was born in Turn 33, and their fourth, Alani (also a girl), was born in Turn 35.
* Issedi was pregnant with their fifth child, and celebrating her 30th Turnday when she was killed by an assailant on day 11, month 13 of Turn 36.

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Devaki

2015-02-09T06:50:40Z

Devaki:

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== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just shy of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Later, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen. Issedi gave birth to their third child, and second daughter, Esiara, early on month 9 of Turn 33. Only a few sevens later, the pair attended Crom Lord Aughan's marriage to Ienavi, perhaps in an effort to dispel persisting rumors of lingering bad blood between the Holds.

At the start of Turn 35, Devaki's son Dilan came to live at the Hold, much to the delight of young heir Vinien who looked up to the older weyr-bred boy. This especially so when his mother Issedi gave birth to ''yet another'' sister in month 5, called Alani. By all accounts the Lord's eldest boy was welcomed, even taking a couple of sailing trips with the Lord and heir. Dilan returned to the Weyr at the end of the Turn, though not before the opportunity arose for him to name High Reaches' newest ship, christened the "Maddy", soon to be launched.

Amongst the ships destroyed in the big storm of Tillek in month 1 of Turn 36 was the Pirate Queen, High Reaches' flagship. Turn 36 also saw the resignation of Lord Wulfan of Igen, known to be close with Devaki. Thus, perhaps, it was not a surprise to many that the ex-Igen Lord was spotted at High Reaches Hold towards the end of Turn 36, the rumors of his and his wife Daroda's stay purportedly to assist the Lady Issedi with her fifth pregnancy well known.

On day 11, month 13, turn 36, during the celebrations of Issedi's 30th Turnday, an assailant attempted to attack Devaki. The islander, Rilka, stepped in, resulting in the knife striking Issedi. The Lady Reaches died in the great hall, while the assailant was caught by High Reaches residents. It's not yet known what will come of this turn of events.

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

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Devaki

2015-02-07T05:24:50Z

Devaki:

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== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just shy of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Later, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen. Issedi gave birth to their third child, and second daughter, Esiara, early on month 9 of Turn 33. Only a few sevens later, the pair attended Crom Lord Aughan's marriage to Ienavi, perhaps in an effort to dispel persisting rumors of lingering bad blood between the Holds.

At the start of Turn 35, Devaki's son Dilan came to live at the Hold, much to the delight of young heir Vinien who looked up to the older weyr-bred boy. This especially so when his mother Issedi gave birth to ''yet another'' sister in month 5, called Alani. By all accounts the Lord's eldest boy was welcomed, even taking a couple of sailing trips with the Lord and heir. Dilan returned to the Weyr at the end of the Turn, though not before the opportunity arose for him to name High Reaches' newest ship, christened the "Maddy", soon to be launched.

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

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2015-01-20T06:17:45Z

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|what=Devaki gets a moment with Wulfan under the guise of visiting Yuliye and Joremy's child.
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|day=26
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|log=Coming into Igen, there's been a marked relaxation of guards, at least compared to what rumor says there are. Life seeming to have picked up the pieces of chaos and reshaped them back into some semblance of normal. Most people seem to be going about their business and when they speak of 'Lord Igen', it's clear many of the smallfolk refer to Joremy in an optimistic way.

It's not that the baby is ugly, it's just it's hard to tell when he looks so sickly. There are mutterings that the child won't last the turn, but Yuliye seems utterly exhausted and besotted at the same time. For someone who's lived a life that didn't seem to have space for small humans, she's taken to motherhood in that same fatigue-wearied, joyful way that lends a luminence to her aura. Joremy, however, is tense and speaks brief words, however warm, to the visiting Reachian party. Conversation is mostly kept to small talk as any venture into politics has Yuliye's expression turning forbiddingly sharp.

The new Lord's apartments aren't so far from the old Lord's apartments, and it's on their guided way out that Wulfan's door open, almost as if he'd been watching and waiting, and a smile forces its way to crease the former Lord's face. "Devaki, my old friend." Apology shapes Wulfan's face as he casts a look to Braeden, "If it won't trouble you, I'd love to catch up with a face I don't see often enough. Mater," a brief acknowledgement of the assistant steward that guides the trio, "Can find some refreshments for you, sir?"

The High Reaches continent is rather smaller than one might expect -- Lord Devaki, of course, his brother in law Braeden, his ever-present Guard Captain Raum, and a young woman known to be an assistant to Lady Issedi. The High Reaches Lord gives apologies for his Lady, "She always struggles in her first trimester. She dearly wishes she could be here," is said with a genuine sentiment; his expression when he regards the child is a mixture of sympathy and stoicness. ''He'' seems to have no interest in politics, and though polite and easy with Joremy, does not refer to him as Lord, nor Yuliye as his Lady.

The fact that Devaki's steps slow, and his eyes swing towards the old Lord's apartments even before the door opens suggests his interest. The response from the High Reaches Lord is genuine, a pleasure at seeing Wulfan striking in the way he smiles warmly, reaching a hand out to clasp the older man's. Devaki, too, looks to Braeden, as the ex-Lord (the High Reachian one, not the Igen one!) nods his head in assent. "If you want to talk..." there's a humor in Braeden's voice, and a gesture for Mater to lead the way for himself and the young woman with him. Raum lingers, but seems content to linger in the corridor.

In spite of the lack of guards by Wulfan's door, the man seems to lack any desire to leave his quarters. The inner Hold's sanctum is surprisingly unrestricted, given givens. The door pulls open further, revealing a well-lit chamber, with windows that are opened. Daroda is nowhere to be found, and Wulfan is quick to explain the lack of wife with, "She's," or not so quick as the man hesiates before continuing, "She's managing the Hold while Yuliye is in her laying in period. Come in. Drink?" He's already moving towards the small cabinet with its dwindling supply of liquor and pours out two drinks: one into a glass already there and another into a new one.

There's a last exchange of glances between Devaki and his Captain, before he follows Wulfan inside. "That's... kind of her." Given the situation, he seems to imply. When offered a drink, he nods, taking a moment to take a turn around the room before he selects a seat, watching Wulfan all the while -- taking in the older man's demeanor with the measured air of a man once trained by a mindhealer.

He's been drinking a lot. That much is clear. And a scan of the room will reveal no inadequacies other than the unreplenished liquor bottles. Drudges must come in to clean daily as the receiving room is free of dust, polished furniture, and all the cleanliness trappings accorded to Wulfan's once rank. The doors to the bedroom are cracked open, and a peek reveals that it, too, is cleaned. "What can I say, old friend, my wife is as charitable as Joremy's new paramour pretends to be." The bitter words of an ousted man. "How is your wife?"

That earns a genuine smile from Devaki, "Pregnant. Fussy." The wave of his hand suggests ''that's'' nothing new. "Hoping for another boy. But," he leans forward, gaze fixed on Wulfan, voice earnest: "I'm sure you're not too interested in that. Tell me what's been going on. Tell me how I can ''help''."

Wulfan leans himself against the wall, bending his frame in such a way that his natural gaze falls in line with the glass. He turns it, watching the amber liquid climbs up the sides of his drink and falls in thin trails. "We've never been able to conceive. So, in a way, I am interested. Just," he heaves a sigh, a rueful twist to his mouth. "Oh how the mighty fall." A single gulp claims the contents of his drink and he sets the glass down on the nearby surface with enough force to be loud, but not to shatter. "You don't really want to know how you can ''help''. I fear you'd be disappointed in me, Dev. With your eyes that seem to see everything and yet I'm glad you can't actually seem to see too deeply. Let's have another." Another!

Devaki's expression seems to say ''that's it'', exhaling a low breath and setting aside his glass on the table in front of him. "Seems to me," he says, casually, "That you didn't want to keep it badly enough. Bastards can be legitimized, and wives can... find someone else for a night or two." That he keeps his voice light is deliberate, and the latter makes his brows rise. "Maybe. Maybe not." He exhales. "Come to High Reaches. Issedi would love Daroda's company, and ''this''," he gestures to the room, allowing a hint of heat to creep in, "Is not helping you."

"We'll be in Katz Field soon." Wait, what? Wulfan looks at Devaki with glassy eyes that clear. He's not so far in his drinks that he can't understand. It just takes him a few moments longer. "Would Joremy allow it? Daroda... she would love to escape Igen, for a little while. Sometimes, I'm amazed she's stayed. I thought... I was sure she'd leave when the dust had settled. Though," rueful, he reaches to pour out another glass and raises it to Dev, "The dust hasn't completely settled yet. All that's left is a confirmation and then we'll see if she stays."

"Allow," Devaki echoes that almost precisely, except with a timbre of dryness to it. "I'll make it known on the way out to all and sundry that Issedi has asked for you both you support her in her difficult pregnancy. Even if he ''does'' send you to Katz, a dragon can retrieve you." A beat, "''Both'' of you, if Daroda will..." a sense of uncertainty, like for once he's not ''sure'' where the older man's wife might settle. He finally reaches for the glass, again, and this time takes a drink, pushing to his feet. "Well then. When you're ready, either way, let us know. We'll send one of the Weyr's riders to bring you, old friend."

"If it weren't for that harpy," Wulfan, clearly not bitter at all, sips this second glass slower. "Joremy would never have gotten it into his head that any of this would be possible. We'll accept your invitation. Katz Field be damned. It can wait until we're ready to come back." The older man slants a look to Devaki, an incautious, scrutinizing look. "Do you ever wish you hadn't aspired towards the Holdership?"

That Devaki exhales on the ex-Lord of Igen's answer suggests there was some weight to the offer, and relief at his friend's acceptance. There's not even a beat before he answers, certainly: "Never." He takes a gulp -- two, three, draining the glass, his voice rough with the alcohol as he says, "Nothing is set in stone yet, my friend."
It's the question he's wanted to ask since the start. That he's admirably not asked until now. "How will you vote?" Wulfan looks at the glass.

A student of humans and human reactions will find Wulfan's face a gold mine of conflict. There's a twitch to his nose, a split-second squint to his eyes, and a press of his lips that is there and then not, among a myriad of other small reactions. "I still get a vote. I think. I've resigned, he's taken over, but until it's confirmed, my voice is the one at the Conclave." There is no small amount of smug satisfaction there, a smarminess that has probably not ingratiated him to his Hold in general. "But I refuse to seem petty in all this. I would- '''''will''''' vote to confirm."

"You signed the papers." Devaki says, in that matter-of-fact-tone. The ones abdicating his position. Blue eyes have noted that conflict, and it's perhaps that that prompts him to ask: "Will you tell me why?"

"Would you really want to know?" The blonde man shakes his head and sets the unfinished glass down. "It doesn't matter at any rate. I've resigned and Joremy will be Lord. Cendon and Tristen will make sure of that." Wulfan stalks his way to the window and looks out it. "If you don't want to rescind your offer, we'll be ready to leave after the confirmation. Pray it's soon, Dev, for this nightmare to be over."

There's an impatient gesture from Devaki -- of ''course'' he would want to know -- and yet he doesn't press the ex Igen Lord. His gaze narrows at Wulfan's mention of Bitra and Ista, and there's silence as Wulfan moves to the window, and High Reaches Lord considers his back for a time. Footsteps are near-soundless on the carpet, and his hand comes up to press on the man's shoulder. "I won't rescind it." Again, matter-of-factly, and softer, he adds, "Make sure you tell Daroda that Issedi could use her help. You'll be in my thoughts, my friend." And he retreats, walking towards the door.

Wulfan doesn't follow Devaki to the door. His gaze fixes on the courtyard below. "My wife will be happy to see Issedi again. Thank you, Dev." No questions asked, wishy-washy passive-aggressions and all. "Thank you. I will see you when next the Conclave meets."

"And I'll be happy to see you again," Devaki replies, without hesitation. "Until then, Fanny." There's laughter in the High Reaches Lord's voice as he uses ''that'' nickname. The door opens and shuts just as softly behind him, leaving the ex-Lord Holder to his contemplation.

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Sealene

2014-09-19T06:26:50Z

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Vinien

2014-09-19T06:26:43Z

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2014-09-19T06:25:07Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{Log |who=Devaki, Dilan, Issedi, Vinien, Sealene |what=How Dilan spends his Turn at High Reaches Hold. |where=High Reaches Hold / The Island / High Reaches Weyr |when=Month 1..."

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|who=Devaki, Dilan, Issedi, Vinien, Sealene
|what=How Dilan spends his Turn at High Reaches Hold.
|where=High Reaches Hold / The Island / High Reaches Weyr
|when=Month 1-10, Turn 35
|gamedate=2014.09.17
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|mentions=Madilla, H'kon, P'kel, Lilabet, Alani, Raija, Drel, Rilka,
|ooc=A co-written vignette/summary by Madilla and Devaki.
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|log=The first month is spent at the Hold, and it's all pretty exciting. Vinien is keen to show off all the secret hiding and spying places in the Hold (some of them aren't very good, but there's a few great spots), his half-sisters ''mostly'' avoid the pair of boys, and all the Hold staff treat him respectfully as far as ''he'' hears. Devaki is busy, but tries to include both the boys in his work where he can -- taking them on short trips to the outlying hold areas here and there. Issedi is less welcoming, keeping her distance at first, though she doesn't treat him unfairly in any way.

It's hard, at first. It's... it's not home, even if it ''is'' exciting, and more than once he has to stop himself from crying... but it gets easier. It helps, having Vinien. There's no Lilabet to be bossy (even if he misses her, too), and that pretty much means he gets to be the eldest. There's no way for him to really take advantage of that, though, even if he wanted to; it's easier to just be Vinien's friend, and to avoid the girls, and to just enjoy this whole thing.

(And not think too much about home, and his bed, and his mom, and his Arekoth, and just... everything.)

Halfway through month two, they go on a ship. It's thrilling, and Vinien has all these plans, intentionally bringing wooden swords so they can play pirates on the journey. Unfortunately, half a day out, he falls sea sick and spends most of the trip below decks throwing up. The crew mostly keeps to themselves, though the older boy, Drel, seems friendly enough, teaching him how to safely scale the netting. The girl that's constantly around him is way too bossy, however.

Dilan's kind of pleased and proud of the fact that ''he'' doesn't get sea sick, and has something that Vinien doesn't; it's nice to feel just a little superior. Just a ''little'', anyway, and just for a little while. It'd be better if it weren't for that stupid girl, though.

Why is it always girls?

The island is strange -- rocky and barren, not a place that could ever be thought of as ''home'', and yet his father seems to view it as such. Devaki's expression as they approach the island is interesting: full of anticipation and hopefulness. It's okay at first, certainly -- the first night after the ship's been unloaded there's a big bonfire on the beach and all the Islanders come to mingle. Although there's a hut for them to sleep in, their father wants them to sleep on the beach, and Dilan can probably see the determined look in Vinien's expression -- if his father can do it, so can ''he''.

It continues like this for a little while. They're woken early in the morning by the sun, and Devaki takes the pair of them fishing. Even though they don't have the comforts he's probably used it, it doesn't seem so bad, and while their father goes off into meetings in the main hut now and then, he seems to spend a lot more time with them, telling them of the traditions and history. The stories of the sea monsters are fascinating, though Vinien seems to have nightmares for a few nights after ''that'' story, at least until Devaki teaches them how to perform an offering to the sea to appease the sea monsters.

The offering thing is... weird. Dilan remembers his mom telling him that the islanders had interesting traditions, and he supposes this is one of them, but... it's still weird. No one at home does that kind of thing; it's hard to get his head around the idea that his father and brother seem to genuinely believe this stuff.

It doesn't make the stories any less fun.

(It also doesn't make teasing Vinien about seamonster sightings any less fun, either.)

They return, late in month three, and by this time things seem almost ''alien''. The beds are too soft, the food too rich and the sauces particularly strong. Even though they are back at the Hold, Vinien continues to provide offerings to the sea, a practice Devaki seems to approve of -- and that Rilka, the weird exile, does too. Paikoth seems particularly happy to see the boy back: Vinien isn't as fascinated by dragons as his half brother, so the fireheights with the watch dragon is a good place to reflect.

Rilka is weird. She makes Dilan nervous; he tries to duck out of the way when he sees her coming, and mostly, it means he avoids the beach. At least the docks are safe, and there's always something interesting happening there.

The fireheights, though; that's his home-away-from-home. Paikoth's not Arekoth, not even close, but there's this ''smell'' that dragons have, and... it's comforting. Once (okay, ''twice'', but definitely not more than that), he sneaks his pillow-case up there to sit beneath the brown's leg, in the hopes of making it smell like home.

Hraedhyth and Cadjeoth's clutch hatches in month four, and it's even ''more'' exciting being given a special trip from the Hold, including VIP seats ''right at the front''. Of course, it's also great to see everyone -- mom and H'kon and Arekoth and Lilabet (and maybe even Raija), and it's hard not to reluctant to leave. But he does. He ''promised''; he doesn't go back on his promises. He's eight, now, and that's too old to be chicken.

A couple of sevens after the hatching, there's a trip to Harper Hall. It's noteable, in that Devaki brings along Dilan but leaves Vinien at home (something the younger boy is grumpy about for a few days after). Devaki goes to speak to the Masterharper after leaving Dilan to catch up with Lilabet. They stay long enough that they almost catch the evening meal, and it's exhausting by the time they get home. Issedi greet them with food when they arrive back at the Hold, asking questions about Tillek, before kindly ushering Dilan off to bed.

Issedi has grown on Dilan. He wasn't sure he really liked her, at first, and was pretty sure she didn't like him, but... it's easier, now. Maybe they just know each other better. Lilabet gave him the side-eye when he commented on that, and then ruffled his hair (ugh), and told him he'd understand it better when he was older. She's kind of full of airs, now, like she knows ''everything'', even though she admits she's got lots and lots to learn. She's different. Dilan wonders if he is; if all of this has changed him at all.

Issedi gives birth to another half-sister in month five. Alani seems relatively quiet, not nearly as noisy as Raija was, eyes bright blue and curious indeed. Vinien grumbles constantly about "another dumb girl", and expresses a wish that "Dilan would stay forever and ever". Of course, he's saved from punishment about his grumblings for the fact that they've developed their own secret code language, like some Harper spy. In fact, they play spies for nearly two sevens, making use of all their hidey-holes, comparing notes in their shared bedroom at the end of each evening. It's how they find out about the trip before they're even told.

By now, Dilan's kind of used to it being always sisters; he points out that at least they have each other, he and Vinien, but it's true that he wouldn't have minded another brother. He's less sure about the staying forever... sometimes it seems like it would be fun, like he could stay forever and have Vinien and Devaki and even the girls, except that... home looms large in his thoughts. He's had letters about the new weyr that Mom and H'kon are moving in to, and it's thrilling, this idea that he, too, will live in a weyr.

The expected sailing trip happens in month six. Drel is there on the ship again, and this time gives Dilan his very own "pirate bandana" to keep. This time they head to Tillek Hold and spend a seven there, before travelling out to visit the island again. It's less alien this time, and the residents greet both boys with warmth and delight as if they're long lost family. It's a much shorter trip this time, and they stay only a seven before heading back to the Hold.

There's something thrilling about sailing, by now. If he wasn't going to be a dragonrider... but he is going to be a dragonrider, and so while he thoroughly enjoys the trip, and is as proud as proud can be over his bandana, Dilan doesn't imagine himself all grown up and at sea. The island is fine; it's good, in a way. It's... Mom explained it, last time. It's ''his heritage'', and in a way, it makes some sense. It makes him special, even if he knows the way people back home still talk about the exiles. ''Not about me, though'', he tells himself.

It's the middle of month eight when they take a trip back to the Weyr again, this time for Iesaryth and Reisoth's clutch. Devaki has Paikoth take Dilan to the Weyr a day before, to "give you more time with your mom", he says.

It kind of just makes it harder to leave, though. Raija's gotten bigger, and even talks a bit, and there's the weyr, and Arekoth, and H'kon, and... Dilan eyes the eggs just that little bit harder, wistful and wishful. One day, it'll be his brown out there, and then he can visit Vinien and Devaki at a moment's notice, and belong ''both'' places, if he wants.

It's a nice thought.

It's a few sevens later that Sealene throws a huge tantrum, accusing Dilan of "stealing her doll". Vinien has his back, declaring they were together all day. Later, in bed, Vinien shows Dilan the doll he's taken with a secretive little smile, seeking his older brother's approval.

Dilan smiles, but... it's a tentative thing. He feels sorry for Sealene, even if he's offended at being so unjustly accused. He ends up carrying her around on his shoulders (painfully, as it happens) for as long as he can in apology, even if it makes him seem 'soft.' "That's just what you do with sisters," he says, with a shrug. "I play with Raija all the time."

Or... he used to. Raija seems uncertain with him, now, and it bothers him. In a way, he's nervous about going back to the weyr, at the end of the turn. It'll be different. Everything will be different.

Everything ''is'' different.
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Category:Lewis Hold

2014-08-11T06:14:54Z

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Category:High Reaches Hold

2014-08-11T06:11:10Z

Devaki:

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|lord=[[Devaki]]
|lady=[[Issedi]]
|consort=
|heir=Vinien
|politics=Centrist
|badge=Per Pale, dark blue and tan.
|industry=Llama wool, llama wool products, glassware, fruit brandies, ships.
|relations=(somewhat) uneasy
|holds=[[:Category:Balen Hold|Balen Hold]], [[:Category:Lewis Hold|Lewis Hold]], [[:Category:Pars Hold|Pars Hold]] and [[:Category:River Bend Hold|River Bend Hold]].
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Notables:
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<li>'''Guard Captain:''' [[Raum]]
<li>'''Steward:''' Kiatan
<li>'''Watchrider:''' P'ken and brown Haibroth
</ul>

Please see:
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<li>[[Meteor Disaster]]
<li>[[:Category:Exiles|Exiles]]
</ul>

=== Former Lords Holders ===
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<li>[[Braeden]] and [[Yuliye]] (Turn 28 to Turn 31, 10th Interval)
<li>[[Rynien]] and Shaie (Turn 8 - Turn 28, 10th Interval)
<li>Beradin (Approx. Turn 189 - Turn 195, 9th Pass)
</ul>

=== Things you might know... ===

* Former Lord Rynien became Lord Reaches at the age of twenty-four. He married his wife, the lady Shaie of Sattle Hold at eighteen. He was publically known as a benevolent Lord who led by example: a happy, perfect family of four.
* Rynien's son, Braeden, spent many turns fostered to Tillek, staying long after he ''ought'' to have returned, well into his twenties. Those close to the family might know that in private, relations between father and son were not perfect.
* Rynien's daughter, Issedi, was engaged to marry Lord Aughan of Crom for some turns. It would have been the first match between major holds in the same coverage area in some time, making it a politically interesting match. Aughan was close to twice Issedi's age, however, and those close to the family would have known that Shaie worried about her daughter.
* Rynien died, unexpectedly, in Turn 28. Braeden was recalled home from Tillek, where he became Lord Holder at twenty-five. Soon after, Issedi's marriage to Aughan was postponed, and later, cancelled altogether.
* Since then, Issedi has married [[Devaki]], one of the Exiles, and Braeden has married [[Yuliye]] of Crom.
* Devaki become Lord Holder at age 29, after the abrupt (but not, to many, surprising) resignation of Braeden. Issedi and Devaki have four children together - a son Vinien (widely named heir) and three daughters (Sealene, Esiara and Alani).
* Devaki is generally well thought of by most of the Hold residents, and his occasional public stances against the Weyr's decisions has made it clear that his loyalties lie with his people before the Weyr -- but some suspect the Lord Holder's definition of his ''people'' rather favors his fellow former exiles over the native High Reaches Holders.
* In the Turns since he took Hold, Devaki has worked hard to rebuild the Hold's ship-building capabilities, which had fallen by the wayside during the end of the last Pass. High Reaches Hold now boasts a compliment of ships ranging in duties from protecting the Hold's waters, to providing trading and transport that is more self-reliant than previously. Possibly as a result of this, the Seacrafters are well-treated at the Weyr, with a local Master serving as advisor to the Lord Holder.

=== The Council ===

Since he took Hold, Devaki has held a council of advisors, similar to the Island's hierarchy. Only recently has the council's make-up been more widely known outside those in the know: in addition to former Lord Holder Braeden, there are two older Blooded High Reachians, and three Islanders. Rounding out the council are a non Blooded farmer -- a woman of all things! -- and interestingly, a Seacraft Master. The fact that there is no Harper on this so-called-council is probably cause for discussion, though the Hold's Journeyman hasn't spoken out publicly -- yet.

* [[Braeden]], High Reaches Blood
* Yinash, High Reaches Blood
* Firrion, High Reaches Blood
* Cason, former exile Elder and Blood
* [[Shimana]], former exile Elder
* [[Rilka]], former exile and Blood
* Ksana, Cotholder/Farmer
* Chonak, Master Seacrafter

[[Category:High_Reaches]]

Issedi

2014-08-11T05:44:49Z

Devaki:

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== Description ==

== WYSK ==

* Daughter of the previous High Reaches Lord Holder, Rynien, Issedi was a dutiful daughter and a well-trained Blood.
* It was arranged that she would marry the much older Lord Aughan of Crom, and though she wasn't thrilled with this, she felt it was her duty.
* At some point she made the acquaintance of the exile, Devaki, though it isn't yet known how this came to be.
* After her father's passing, her brother Braeden was named Lord Holder. He acknowledged the Blood rights of the exiles, and announced Issedi's engagement to Devaki (and the breaking of the promised marriage between High Reaches and Crom).
* In Turn 29, Issedi and Devaki were married, with their first born, Vinien, arriving in Turn 30.
* Not long after the birth of their second child Sealene, it was announced that Braeden was stepping down, and Devaki became Lord Holder, with Issedi becoming Lady Holder.
* Issedi is known as a kind and gentle soul (some less generous souls might term her naive), but she appears to love her family and the Hold and is well regarded by most.
* Their third child, Esiara, was born in Turn 33, and their fourth, Alani (also a girl), was born in Turn 35.

== History ==

== Relationships ==

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Devaki

2014-08-11T05:40:50Z

Devaki:

{{exiles
|picture=Face-Devaki.jpg
|name=Devaki
|position=Lord Holder of [[:Category: High Reaches Hold|High Reaches Hold]]
|mother=deceased
|father=deceased
|siblings=[[Evali]] (-3 T) Kiami (-5 T, deceased) [[Iolene]] (half-sister, deceased) [[Tomaeran]] (cousin) [[Jaques]] (cousin)
|children=Dilan, by [[Madilla]] Vinien, by [[Issedi]] Sealene, by [[Issedi]] Esiara, by [[Issedi]] Alani, by [[Issedi]]
|friends=[[Issedi]], wife Xoami, best friend Viremi, grandfather (deceased) [[Raum]], Guard Captain [[Braeden]], brother-in-law [[Rilka]], adviser, influencer
|playedby=[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_Barr Matt Barr]
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== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this young man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just sky of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Most recently, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he has surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen. Issedi gave birth to their third child, and second daughter, Esiara, early on month 9 of Turn 33. Only a few sevens later, the pair attended Crom Lord Aughan's marriage to Ienavi, perhaps in an effort to dispel persisting rumors of lingering bad blood between the Holds.

At the start of Turn 35, Devaki's son Dilan came to live at the Hold, much to the delight of young heir Vinien who looked up to the older weyr-bred boy. This especially so when his mother Issedi gave birth to ''yet another'' sister in month 5, called Alani.

== Random ==

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

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Category:High Reaches Hold

2014-01-11T05:23:39Z

Devaki: /* Things you might know... */

=== About ===
'''Lord:''' [[Devaki]]
 '''Lady: ''' [[Issedi]]
 '''Political:''' Liberal
 '''Badge:''' Per Pale, dark blue and tan.
 '''Industry:''' Llama wool, llama wool products, glassware, fruit brandies, ships.
 '''Relations with HRW:''' (somewhat) Uneasy


Notables:
<ul>
<li>'''Guard Captain:''' [[Raum]]
<li>'''Steward:''' Kiatan
<li>'''Watchrider:''' P'ken and brown Haibroth
</ul>

Please see:
<ul>
<li>[[Meteor Disaster]]
<li>[[:Category:Exiles|Exiles]]
</ul>

=== Former Lords Holders ===
<ul>
<li>[[Braeden]] and [[Yuliye]] (Turn 28 to Turn 31, 10th Interval)
<li>[[Rynien]] and Shaie (Turn 8 - Turn 28, 10th Interval)
<li>Beradin (Approx. Turn 189 - Turn 195, 9th Pass)
</ul>

=== Things you might know... ===

* Former Lord Rynien became Lord Reaches at the age of twenty-four. He married his wife, the lady Shaie of Sattle Hold at eighteen. He was publically known as a benevolent Lord who led by example: a happy, perfect family of four.
* Rynien's son, Braeden, spent many turns fostered to Tillek, staying long after he ''ought'' to have returned, well into his twenties. Those close to the family might know that in private, relations between father and son were not perfect.
* Rynien's daughter, Issedi, was engaged to marry Lord Aughan of Crom for some turns. It would have been the first match between major holds in the same coverage area in some time, making it a politically interesting match. Aughan was close to twice Issedi's age, however, and those close to the family would have known that Shaie worried about her daughter.
* Rynien died, unexpectedly, in Turn 28. Braeden was recalled home from Tillek, where he became Lord Holder at twenty-five. Soon after, Issedi's marriage to Aughan was postponed, and later, cancelled altogether.
* Since then, Issedi has married [[Devaki]], one of the Exiles, and Braeden has married [[Yuliye]] of Crom. Issedi and Devaki have three children together - a son and two daughters
* Devaki become Lord Holder at age 29, after the abrupt (but not, to many, surprising) resignation of Braeden.

[[Category:High Reaches]]

Issedi

2014-01-11T05:22:07Z

Devaki:

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== Description ==

== WYSK ==

* Daughter of the previous High Reaches Lord Holder, Rynien, Issedi was a dutiful daughter and a well-trained Blood.
* It was arranged that she would marry the much older Lord Aughan of Crom, and though she wasn't thrilled with this, she felt it was her duty.
* At some point she made the acquaintance of the exile, Devaki, though it isn't yet known how this came to be.
* After her father's passing, her brother Braeden was named Lord Holder. He acknowledged the Blood rights of the exiles, and announced Issedi's engagement to Devaki (and the breaking of the promised marriage between High Reaches and Crom).
* In Turn 29, Issedi and Devaki were married, with their first born, Vinien, arriving in Turn 30.
* Not long after the birth of their second child Sealene, it was announced that Braeden was stepping down, and Devaki became Lord Holder, with Issedi becoming Lady Holder.
* Issedi is known as a kind and gentle soul (some less generous souls might term her naive), but she appears to love her family and the Hold and is well regarded by most.
* Their third child, Esiara, was born in Turn 33.

== History ==

== Relationships ==

== RP Logs ==

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Devaki

2014-01-11T05:14:41Z

Devaki:

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|name=Devaki
|position=Lord Holder of [[:Category: High Reaches Hold|High Reaches Hold]]
|mother=deceased
|father=deceased
|siblings=[[Evali]] (-3 T) Kiami (-5 T, deceased) [[Iolene]] (half-sister) [[Tomaeran]] (cousin) [[Jaques]] (cousin)
|children=Dilan, by [[Madilla]] Vinien, by [[Issedi]] Sealene, by [[Issedi]] Esiara, by [[Issedi]]
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|livejournal=[http://devaki-nc.livejournal.com/ devaki-nc]}}

== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this young man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just sky of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Most recently, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he has surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen. Issedi gave birth to their third child, and second daughter, Esiara, early on month 9 of Turn 33. Only a few sevens later, the pair attended Crom Lord Aughan's marriage to Ienavi, perhaps in an effort to dispel persisting rumors of lingering bad blood between the Holds.

== Random ==

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

|}

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Logs:Their Future

2013-12-03T06:15:22Z

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Kiatan was well trained; the door closed softly behind him as Devaki made his way to the window. As much as the Lord Holder of High Reaches disliked the official office in which he was expected to conduct his business with the more prominent dignitaries, the one benefit it had was the position which allowed him to oversee the courtyard.

The brown's rider straightened as she saw two people come out. One was Kiatan, notable for his even stride, expertly keeping pace with the older woman at his side. Lady Edeline walked with her head high, composed. Devaki watched her climb atop the dragon, somehow making it look elegant.

For a moment he imagined the rider winking in his direction.

But then again, maybe he didn't imagine it.

He watched until the dragon disappeared between, gaze lingering on the space.

In many ways, he felt conflicted. He admired Edeline -- privately admitted that in some ways he looked up to her. She was strong willed, knew what she wanted, and knew her job -- sentiments he himself felt he expressed. In another life, they'd have been a good match.

The door opened behind him, and Devaki realized he'd been staring at the empty sky. He kept his posture relaxed as he felt a hand press against his shoulder.

"Was that Lady Edeline I saw with Kiatan?" Issedi asked. "You should've invited her to dinner."

"It wasn't an... it's best that it's not known she was here," Devaki said, turning. Issedi was over five months pregnant, and her belly was starting to swell to something noticeable; the sight of it made him smile. A second boy, he hoped, though, given today's discussion, perhaps another daughter wouldn't be such a bad thing, either.

"Nabol?" Issedi guessed, astutely.

"Nabol," Devaki confirmed.

"You never told me who you supported."

"It seemed prudent to remain neutral. Rone was too much of a wild card, and Ienavi..." he hesitated.

"She's the logical choice," Issedi said.

"Is she though? Ustelan has many heirs, many of whom ''stayed'' at the Hold, tried to help their people."

"Ienavi didn't have a choice! She had to protect her child." Issedi laid a hand over her stomach, something sharp creeping into her tone.

Devaki traced his fingers against Issedi's face, softening his voice, "You're right of course, my dear. But let's not linger on such an awful topic. It'll be discussed enough when it comes to Conclave. Come; let's see how the children are getting along."

----

He wasn't sure he believed all of what Edeline had told him about the things Rone had written her about.

What he did believe was the marriage alliance between Ienavi and Aughan, and that wasn't to be tolerated.

In the end, his wife's wishes aside, Devaki was practical about things. He and Tevrane met at a small cothold outside Nabol. He found her mature, forthright, and determined, all things he admired.

That she declared her intention to name her grandson her heir helped. That she agreed that the boy would be fostered to High Reaches Hold for two Turns on his fifteenth Turn cemented things. By then, Sealene would've grown into her own, and perhaps other daughters would attract his eye, too.

It was a logical step to secure his future.

Their future.

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Logs:The Pirate Queen

2013-10-28T06:21:46Z

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| who = Devaki, Issedi, Itsy, Drex
| where = High Reaches Hold
| what = Devaki fulfills a promise for his wife, Issedi.
| when = Day 8, month 11, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.09.19
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| mentions = Sealene, Rilka, Vinien, Raum
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He'd been worried about turning thirty. Worried that time was moving too quickly, that there was so much more he had to ''do'', and it felt like his patience wore thin at every turn.

Issedi had outdone herself. His Turnday become a grand affair, a feast and a lavish ball for all the Hold. Sealene fell asleep early in aunt Rilka's arms, and Vinien tried his best to keep awake, until he devolved into a cranky fit that undoubtedly other residents of the Hold would remember -- and remind him of -- one day when he took over Lordship of the Hold.

The idea of that made him smile, made him ''relax''. Even if Devaki didn't finish everything he wanted to do, there was always his son, and his son's son to continue to carry out his work. To be there to look after their people and protect them.

Issedi was warm enough to him that night that it surprised him; still more surprising was her climbing on top of him later, in bed.

---

It was just over three sevens later when he carried her, blindfolded, down towards the docks. It was mid-afternoon, so the sun was still out, but the wind was still cold: Issedi shivered against his chest.

Devaki set her on her feet, positioning her just so, so that she could see their flag ship moored in the dock, towering above them. He slid off her blindfold, and watched her. Issedi attempted to look impressed, but he could tell she wasn't. "I've... seen it before, Dev," she said, hesitantly.

"Have you?" he lifted his hand, drawing her attention to the letters that sprawled along the side of the ship. "I named her after you."

''The Pirate Queen.''

Issedi's eyes widened, and she laughed, abruptly. It was something they'd talked about the first day they met, Turns ago at the High Reaches Hold gather: Issedi had confessed her wish when she was young to be a pirate.

"If there are any pirate ships out there, she'll command them, like the dragons do." Devaki said, grinning at her reaction.

"Oh, Dev," Issedi said, breathlessly, turning to throw her arms around him. A moment later, she murmured, "Let's have another baby."

Devaki froze, momentarily, surprised -- then squeezed Issedi briefly when he realized she was serious. "Yes."

---

They took a tour of the ship -- Issedi insisted the ship looked ''different'' now it was named, and it needed a bit of a woman's touch. Devaki wasn't sure how well the crew might take to his Lady's suggestions about decoration, but once they were on the sea they could do what they liked.

It was as he was escorting her back off the ship that he saw the briefest flash of familiar hair.

He walked Issedi up to the Hold proper, then paused, snapping his fingers. "I left something on the Pirate Queen. I'll catch up."

Back on the ship, he searched: he went to the Captain's cabin first, then the kitchens, then back out onto the deck.

From above, there came a bemused, feminine voice: "She seems very ''dull''. Are you sure you don't want to put her aside and marry me instead?"

Devaki looked up. And ''up''. There she was, arms and legs folded casually around the rigging, looking down at him with a satisfied expression. Devaki guessed she'd be thirteen, or close to, now, and she was starting to look more like a young woman than a scruffy young urchin, though her clothing was picked, he thought, deliberately to hide any curves that might be forming.

"Itsy," he called, "You know I'd love to, but you're a little young for me."

"Give me a few Turns," the girl called back with a smile.

There was a jerking motion that pulled Devaki's gaze further upwards: above her, another figure, larger than her, hovered. His mouth was twisted, clearly jealous, though Itsy seemed oblivious.

"What are you doing on my ship, anyway?" Devaki asked.

Itsy began climbing adeptly down the rigging with the ease of long practice: even Devaki was impressed. Her friend followed, nearly as fast to reach the ground despite being higher.

With her hands on her hips and chin lifted to look up at him, Itsy was the picture of defiance. "We belong on the seas. Drex and I." She glanced over her shoulder at the boy, then back. "When she sails, we'll go with her."

"No." Devaki said, firmly.

"Yes!" Itsy replied. "We ''belong'' on the sea."

"I'd... I'd hoped you want to stay around with us for longer. Raum's got more to teach you, and you've... been gone so long."

She squinted at him, then looked pleased as she realized, "You missed me."

His expression probably agreed, though he didn't acknowledge it aloud. "Things are much more settled than in Tillek."

"We're going on the ship," Drex rumbled from behind Itsy, determined. "We've sailed with pirates. We think like pirates. We know how to find them."

Devaki glanced between the pair of them, smiling inadvertantly at their body language: Itsy, defiant and determined, Drex, protective and jealous.

"Fine," Devaki exhaled. "Fine. But," he held up a hand, "You owe me a last meal. You two, Raum, and I. We've some things to speak of before you leave port. And this time," he pulled Itsy into a one-armed hug, muttering into her hair, "You'd better answer my messages or I'll order order the Captain to turn around. Got it?"

"Got it," Itsy muttered into his jacket, though the pleased note was audible in her voice all the same. "But I aint wearing no dress."

It made Devaki smile; that's one battle he'd leave for Issedi, if it ever came to that. "No dresses, promise. Now, I've just got one more thing to show you on our ship that I didn't show my Lady..."

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Logs:Plot Update - September 8 - 14, 2013

2013-09-17T05:43:56Z

Devaki:

{{ Log
| who = High Reaches Weyr
| where = High Reaches Weyr
| what = Summary of Plot Points/Important Scenes for the Week
| when = Month 10, Turn 32
| gamedate = 2013.09.15
| quote =
| weather =
| categories = Plot Summary
| mentions = Alida, Jo, Taikrin, K'zin, Aukiri, Azaylia, Z'ian, H'vier, Rhey, Huelet, Suireh, Israfi, Issedi, Devaki, Aishani, N'rov
| ooc = Please feel free to add to this summary if important plot points or scenes have been missed.
| icons =
| log = This is the weekly plot summary for High Reaches Weyr - covering the week of '''September 8 - 14''' (For last week, [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Plot_Update_-_September_1_-_7,_2013 click here]):

'''Month 9'''

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Training_Weyrwomen Alida calls a meeting with Jo and Taikrin about training weyrwomen]. There are mild differences in opinion.

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:What_Hatching_Feasts_are_All_About K'zin and Aukiri enjoy the hatching feast for the Weyrleaders' clutch].

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:A_Guard_Thing Alida stops by to talk more with Azaylia about goldrider training]. Azaylia has some doubts.

'''Month 10'''

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Making_Deals H'vier makes a deal with Rhey and family to have someone inside the Nabolese militia].

* Some tithes do come in from the Nabol area, via Iceberg riders… but so too do Nabolese refugees. Also, Huelet, Ustelan's eldest son, appears to have died in his sleep. The Nabol situation continues to get better and better. (+bbread 5/19)

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:I_Like_Harpers K'zin, Suireh and Israfi get (re-)acquainted over drinks].

* While visiting Lady Issedi, [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Belated_Cooperation Azaylia meets with Devaki]. They make a deal for the Hold to take some of the Weyr's refugees… though at Azaylia's expense. The High Reaches Hold tithe comes in, in full, five days later, and travel restrictions over the area are revoked. (+bbread 5/20)

* [http://hrweyr.net/Logs:Iesaryth%27s_Second_Flight Iesaryth rises in her second flight; her first at High Reaches]. Aishani stabs H'vier in the arm. Fort's Vhaeryth catches.

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Logs:What The Sea Brings

2013-09-06T09:42:21Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Alida, Devaki, Alida{{!}}Ilicaeth, Devaki{{!}}Haibroth | where = High Reaches Hold | what = Devaki has a favor to ask of Alida on behalf of his cousin. The blue..."

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| who = Alida, Devaki, Alida{{!}}Ilicaeth, Devaki{{!}}Haibroth
| where = High Reaches Hold
| what = Devaki has a favor to ask of Alida on behalf of his cousin. The bluerider's accommodating.
| when = Afternoon of day 19, month 9, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.09.05
| quote = "But the sea c'n bring some good things...not only storms."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Nidra, Issedi
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| icons = alida.jpg, devaki.jpg, alida ilicaeth.png
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It's mid-morning when Haibroth stretches out with a rush of air to greet Ilicaeth: << The Lord wishes to see you this afternoon. >> The brown dragon's not particularly bothered either way whether the response is positive or negative, though as always the watch dragon seems eager to spend some time with another dragon, a sense of anticipation in his thoughts.

Good thing it's mid-morning, since Alida's busy with Ilicaeth conducting Wing exercises. The blue's mentally facile enough to divert enough of his concentration from work mid-air to note in clipped, quick baritone to Haibroth, << We'll be there mid-afternoon. Got stuff ta do after drills. >> Though he's distacted in contact, his touch quickly gone from the brown's mind, the watchdragon can also feel the blue's sandy gust of mica-infused sand: He's looking forward to yakking it up, sharing information, too. And, when said mid-afternoon hour is reached, it finds the Glacier pair popping out from Between and spiralling down to the Hold's courtyard, ALida climbing, then sliding her way down from her lifemate and striding into the ancient Hold in search of Devaki. Ilicaeth powers himself up to the 'heights, settling companionably close to Haibroth, and immediately lapsing into genial chatter.

<< Good! The sun will be at the perfect angle by mid-afternoon, >> Haibroth reports, with no small amount of gratification at the acceptance. And indeed, when the pair arrive, the mid-afternoon sun is streaming across the fireheights, making for the perfect sunning spot while they catch up, the older brown interested in the latest goings-on. Inside the Hold, the hearths are already being stoked in preparation for the chill of the evening, and most -- while they take note of Alida's presence -- quickly look away when they spot her knot. Not all, however: an older man strides up expectantly towards the rider. "Bluerider Alida?" there's a lilting note like it's a query, and yet barely without waiting for her to respond positively: "Kiatan, the new Steward. Lord Devaki told me to expect you. This way, if you would," he ''gestures'', but it seems he's either well trained, or word has been passed on from said Lord, as he seems unbothered by leading the way, leaving Alida to choose whether to keep pace with him or hang back.

Catching the last of the nice sun before a typical 'Reachian winter from hell is awesome, and Ilicaeth supplies Haibroth with what he craves of news and such, the blue even adding in a story here and there, if the brown is agreeable. Of course, the blue also wants to be caught up on what Haibroth and the brown's rider hear and see all through the Hold, as well, and he deftly winds such inquiries in between his own answers. His rider - now inside and taking keen note of the sights, scents, sounds of the Hold - finds herself smirking and head-shaking internally as most avoid really looking at her, though her incisive greens meet directly enough with Kiatan's gaze when he hales her. A bob of her braided, pale head gives him silent affirmative, the woman then murmuring in her mile a second alto, "Well-met, Steward Kiatan. Thank you..." before she follows him about a pair of paces to the rear. As always, her senses remain keen and active, feeding her details about whatever's noticed along the way towards where Devaki might be holed up.

There's talk of ships, of course -- the Hold's first since the end of the Pass already having its maiden voyage. Haibroth can't remember what they called it, but it was something to do with the sea and very ''nice'', and just about everyone's had a bit of a ride in it -- even P'ken (though there's perhaps a faint hint of jealousy here from the brown). The journey down the corridor is relatively uneventful; Kiatan's nodding and greeting everyone he passes by name, and his accent places him as High Reaches' bred. He stops in front of a plain door with a single, sharp rap, opening it up, then tipping his head towards Alida and gesturing inside. The room beyond is relatively plain, for an office -- there's no fancy trappings or tapestries, though there ''is'' a hearthside, already burning, and a balcony -- the doors of which are currently open, allowing a fresh breeze into the room. Devaki's seated behind the plain desk, reviewing hides with a distinct sort of frown, glancing up as the door opens and immediately standing. "Alida," he greets, with a smile as he walks around the desk. "I'm honored you came."

<< They oughtta' build one ship big enough ta hold at least one mid-sized dragon... >> Ilicaeth chuckles to his 'host,' sending the brown an image of his Hold-bound self splayed out along the deck of something that looks like a combination of a pirate and a cargo ship borrowed and mixed from his rider's mind. As they trade talk and such, the blue asks about the state of the people in the Hold, and just about everything else - in general or detailed - he can think of. As for his rider, *she's* observing, of course, noting the path they're taking, the looks and words exchanged, how others react to the sight of her as she too nods towards a face or two along the way. Doesn't hurt to be affable...for once. With the Steward's head tip comes her own polite return nod, booted feet then stepping her smartly inside the room, where greens instantly take in what's literally behind the (likely) closing door to her aft. Greens flick back towards the Lord when he uses her name, a near-automatic salute offered with respect for his rank even as her gaze assesses him, his surroundings. His words of 'honored' bring a slow creep of a half-smirk half-smile to her lips, the woman then moving nearer to the desk and murmuring, "I think yer the only one ta say those words in my life, aside from Ilicaeth." The hint of dark humor and honesty in her alto might silent speak of her belief the Devaki's going a little overboard.

Haibroth's a little less interested in the ''people'', but he dutifully relays tidbits here and there -- nothing exceptionally interesting, though ''some'' speculation on just whom Lord Devaki will support in the Nabol stakes (the upshot of which is pretty much everything from 'his own son', to 'his wife cares more than he does'). The brown is ''much'' more interested in the thought of a boat to carry ''them'' around. << Maybe I'll have mine suggest that. >> Surely ''that'' will go down well? There's a faint nod for Kiatan -- the Steward shutting the door after Alida and departing silently at Devaki's indication. "Why, and here I thought we parted on such ''good'' terms. I won't lie, I ''do'' want something from you, but it's a favor that I'll owe you. Do you want to hear it?" He leans against the desk, watching Alida with a tip of head, like he's not overly ''bothered'' either way.

Yes; human stuff *is* much less interesting, but, since they're lifemated to humans... The blue's rasping sands give a shrug. Must keep their humans happy with *some* things. Cranky creatures. There's a soft rumble of internal laughter kept away from Haibroth at the thought of his asking P'ken for that boat, but he lets it drift over to his rider, who perhaps unexpectedly gives a secretive smirk for such, then shifting it over to a quick bit of a real chortle at the Lord's next words. "You don't play the wounded party too well..." is riposted back with a decent mix of lightly mocking humor, the woman slowly meandering around his 'office' while he speaks. A small shrug finds her soon looking back towards him, then noting casually, "Why not. Though, I gotta say...tongues're gonna start waggin' if we keep meetin' so openly like this." Pause. "People'll say we're in love." Smirk.

The Lord's eyes follow Alida's path while she explores, chuckling. "Well, I figured you'd see right through me, regardless." It's the latter that earns an even bigger smile from Devaki. "Would you prefer we sneak around? ''That'' will earn far more rumors -- though honestly, what's said about me at the Weyr would mean it would damage ''your'' reputation far more than mine." He gestures towards one of the chairs to indicate she can seat herself, although he continues to lounge against the edge of the desk. "Nidra, she's my cousin -- well," his eyes go skyward as he corrects himself, "Technically, a second cousin once-removed. She's expressed a wish to Impress a dragon, and while I... I don't necessarily ''agree'', she's a determined young lady, and I respect that." A flicker of a smile, and a spread of his hands, "What can I say, I'm a sucker for a strong-willed woman. I understand that you aren't Searching outside of the Hold for Hraedhyth's clutch, but I was hoping perhaps you might be willing to assist." A moment's hesitation, before he admits, "Honestly? I'm hoping -- ''expecting'' the girl won't Impress and she'll come home in a few months. She's sharp, and I think she'd do wonderfully learning the ropes of being a guard at a smaller hold like River Bend or Pars. But she's a ''teenager''," he says, with a ''what can you do'' expression.

A small wink for Devaki is given for his words of her seeing through him, the woman then rolling her eyes and sighing at word of sneaking. "Reputations're made 'n broken in heartbeats...such a sad state uv affairs." Is she toying with words, playing around? Hard to know, since the woman's moving on upon quiet feet back towards the door. It might look as if she's about to rudely leave when she suddenly yanks the thing open, but it's only to look about for a moment, then return her attention back inside after gently, firmly re-closing the door. Back towards that proffered chair she moves, settling it to face said door before her rear is applied to it. Listening to the man with an attentive, easy expression, the bluie finally leans back a little into her seat - nodding at word of Hrae's clutch being off-limits - then smiling a little at word of this relative being a handful. Sounds familiar. After a little thought, "There was a *very* specific order given by the Weyrleaders to not touch anyone with a half-ounce uv Blood in 'em. Hold/Weyr relations're already rather strained, after all..." Cue a smirky little grin for the Lord, since he of all people would know. Still... "She'd have ta leave behind any hint uv being Blood, uv course...openly. There'd have ta be plausible deniability, no matter what." Because, after Turns of taking the heat for shit of her own making and NOT, the blonde's not going down for anybody, anymore. "She ever think uv' runnin' away from home, joinin' the Weyr after 'er family thumped on 'er too much?"

There's a curiosity in Devaki's gaze as he tracks Alida's pacing towards the door, brows flickering upwards in surprise -- and a moment later, a grin. No one's hovering on the other side of the door, and he ''tries'' to mute his smile when she turns back, but it lingers in his gaze all the same. At her initial words, there's a frown -- obviously that news is new, though perhaps not particularly ''surprising'' -- before the frown fades to be replaced by a smile at her suggestion. "Oh, Nidra'd be happy to shake off her Blood. She'd never settle herself to be married off -- she reminds me of Kiami, that way," and there's something reminiscent and abruptly sad in his tone, before he shakes his head. "Nidra's family wouldn't--" but then he ''gets'' it, and his head tips. "If you think that's the best way--" though he's not exactly ''pleased'' with the story of her family, even if it ''is'' a story. After a long exhale: "I really appreciate this, Alida."

Her own lips are touched by a ghostly hint of the smile which greets her within Devaki's eyes, but it soon fades. She has her reasons. Again, the woman's listening to her host, her head inclining slightly, brows lifting a little at his word of this perhaps sad tale of Kiami, if he wishes to share. "It'd *have* ta be that way, under these circumstances. Either that, or she waits fer Iesaryth's clutch and maybe fer non-Weyr Search restrictions ta' lift." Pause, think. "Or ya' could send 'er ta another area, let 'er take 'er chances at another Weyr." A rub of her brow, and then a soft inhale-exhale couplet are followed by the bluerider's low, "I hope this turns out ta be all fer her personal good... no political strings attached. She *sounds* like a decent sort...for what tiny bit I know uv 'er." Unspoken: there's some empathy for this might-be Guard girl. As for the 'plan': "How about this: she's from some small Trader family from the South, an' she escaped from a rough life...saved up just enough marks over the Turns ta' jump a shady ship ta' Tillek. She spent time after that travelin' on 'er own ta' the Weyr."

"My sister," is all he says, of Alida's silent inquiry on the topic of Kiami. Devaki's tone suggests that ''more'' sharing on that subject is rather unlikely. Tugging a hand through his hair, Devaki acknowledges the blueriders works with a nod, albeit grudging. "A bad home life it is, then." As for political strings, her query makes him straighten, striding a few steps closer, before rocking back on his heels. "If it were ''my'' choice, I'd keep her as far from the Weyr as possible," with a undertone of heat that can't be anything but genuine. "The Weyr has rarely done well by my people. But regardless of my feelings, I respect ''hers''." There's an agreeable nod for her plan, the Lord circling past the couch back towards the window. "Perhaps you can come by in a few days to pick up a message -- I can have her ready to go with you. Does that suit?"

A deeper dip of the blonde's head is given in respect for that unspoken sad tale of the man's sister, then noting to him in subdued fashion, "Most people're not gonna dig too deeply inta' emotional trauma, is why I suggested that. She's gotta stick to 'er story, an' makin' it as general as possible'll divert enough inquiries." She hopes. She knew he'd likely take her words badly, and so the rider doesn't stir from her chair, though her eyes tighten just a little, a subtle thrum of readiness thrumming through her frame. Listening to Devaki with a poker face, the woman bobs her head yet again, then murmuring, "No disrespect was meant. I hope ya'd understand my...disgust with excess politics." Given so much of them ruled her life at Pars. As for respecting his cousin's feelings, "Good." Too many didn't respect *hers*. "I think I c'n do that. Have 'er dress the part well: kinda' ragged, somewhat dirty, little extras besides an old, serviceable knife, a few supplies, an' 'er wits." Think. "She can't keep up a change uv' accent at this point, so there's *that* ta' consider." Ponder. "Maybe 'er parents moved South from this area." Brow-scrunch. "Shit; I'm no miracle worker. She's gonna have ta keep a cooler head about 'er. Anyway, have 'er take off out uv the Hold, 'n walk the road inta cover. Make sure Haibroth 'n company - everybody - doesn't notice more than a dusty non-entity leavin'." She's looking at Devaki's form as he peers out the window. "We'll pick 'er up when she's a solid pair uv hours walk beyond the Hold. I c'n have my flit watch over 'er, keep me informed until we grab 'er. I'll set 'er down far enough outside the Weyr ta make it look legit that she climbed the road on 'er lonesome." At this point, she rises from the chair, slowly rolling her shoulders. "She's gonna have some hard hours ahead uv' 'er, so she'd better be ready." Still, if the girl's hardy enough, wants this bad enough, it'll be worth it.

Leaning against the open door to the balcony, Devaki nods an acknowledgement of her comment about respect -- any disgruntlement certainly doesn't linger. "I'll make sure she's prepared and ready, and I'll work with her over the next few days to bed down her story." When she speaks of hard hours, the former exile gives her a look over his shoulder, one of wryness and certainty: "My people were thrown onto an island of rocks and left to starve, yet we survived. I think Nidra can manage a few hours of hard walking." It's pride speaking: belief in his family, in his ''people'', and their capabilities. There's a moment of silence, in what seems to be acceptance of her plan, and then he says, abruptly, "Issedi doesn't like that I spend so much time in this office. She thinks I should use the fancy one across the hall. But I like that I can see the ocean from here. Sometimes -- your past just lingers with you no matter how hard you try to escape it. Sometimes, too... there are lessons to be learnt, even from the bad experiences we've endured."

"Very good..." the once-and-always guard notes with subdued certainty to Devaki's first words, his previous nod met with a hint of her own. It's critical to make things very clear, even outside of combat, she's found. For the wryness from the Lord, Alida gives another ghost-smirk-grin, and a laconic, "So I figured. It's the next generation that'll get softer. It's almost inevitable... with *anyone*." Word of fancy offices and home have her too looking out through that window from where she stands, green gaze noting the rather mellow sea, given the fine day outside. "Yeah..." is noted in subdued tones that express complete understanding with the man's observation. "An' sometimes the bad shit lessons keep us alive...keep our feet grounded when the rest wants ta flitter off." Her words bring up some recent, unhappy thoughts, which she tries to banish with more concentration upon that distant, crashing sea. "I never paid any attention ta' it before," the bluie murmurs before turning away. "But the sea c'n bring some good things...not only storms." Low bootsteps tread across stone and perhaps rugs, the woman then stopping before the door, and noting over her shoulder, "Have a decent rest uv yer day. Hope ya don't mind if i grab somethin' from yer kitchen before I leave: I missed my late lunch."

Her words of the sea draw forth a smile and something distinctly warmer in the former Islander's voice: "She can, indeed. Blessings and destruction both," a faint kind of chuckle escapes Devaki's throat. When he hears footsteps retreating, Devaki turns, framed by the light of the afternoon, obscuring his features a little. "When you want your favor returned, come and see me, Alida. So long as it doesn't hurt my people or my Hold, I'll fulfill it to the best of my abilities." A beat: "And thank you."

"I will..." the woman murmurs. "Dunno when." Shrug. "As long as none uv' our people get hurt." Unspoken again: her folk are likely at the Weyr, now." "Yer welcome." There's no need, or perhaps even room for titles here and now, the personal mission dealt with with a personal touch. Honestly, it's how the woman prefers it. Soon enough, there's a click of that door, signaling the bluerider's closing of it behind her, her departure leaving the man to his thoughts, and the task ahead of him.

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Issedi

2013-09-06T07:04:56Z

Devaki:

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|name=Issedi
|position=High Reaches Hold Lady
|dragon=
|craft=
|birthplace=High Reaches Hold
|mother=Shaie
|father=[[Rynien]] (deceased)
|siblings=[[Braeden]]
|children=Vinien, Sealene (by Devaki)
|friends=[[Devaki]], husband
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|owner=Devaki/HRW Admin}}

== Description ==

== WYSK ==

* Daughter of the previous High Reaches Lord Holder, Rynien, Issedi was a dutiful daughter and a well-trained Blood.
* It was arranged that she would marry the much older Lord Aughan of Crom, and though she wasn't thrilled with this, she felt it was her duty.
* At some point she made the acquaintance of the exile, Devaki, though it isn't yet known how this came to be.
* After her father's passing, her brother Braeden was named Lord Holder. He acknowledged the Blood rights of the exiles, and announced Issedi's engagement to Devaki (and the breaking of the promised marriage between High Reaches and Crom).
* In Turn 29, Issedi and Devaki were married, with their first born, Vinien, arriving in Turn 30.
* Not long after the birth of their second child Sealene, it was announced that Braeden was stepping down, and Devaki became Lord Holder, with Issedi becoming Lady Holder.
* Issedi is known as a kind and gentle soul (some less generous souls might term her naive), but she appears to love her family and the Hold and is well regarded by most.

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Israfi

2013-08-29T05:42:54Z

Devaki:

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There's a sense of natural leanness to Israfi's features that give him a not-quite-gaunt look. Long and lengthy, he's a comfortable couple of inches over six foot, with somewhat angular features and a strong, squared jawline. His hair is black, short, and almost perpetually spiked in an artful, almost deliberate way, almost matching dark brown eyes. His jaw and upper lip sports neatly trimmed facial hair, kept impeccably groomed against olive skin.

== WYSK ==

* A Journeyman Harper who arrived mid Turn 32, Israfi is often journeying between various areas in High Reaches coverage.
* His most recent posting was reputedly Honshu Weyr, which is undoubtedly how he has gained some knowledge of High Reaches' history and Weyrlife in general.
* He wears a mark piece around his neck that is normally a sign of marriage, though he never seems to talk much about his wife.

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Israfi

2013-08-29T05:27:46Z

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There's a sense of natural leanness to Israfi's features that give him a not-quite-gaunt look. Long and lengthy, he's a comfortable couple of inches over six foot, with somewhat angular features and a strong, squared jawline. His hair is black, short, and almost perpetually spiked in an artful, almost deliberate way, almost matching dark brown eyes. His jaw and upper lip sports neatly trimmed facial hair, kept impeccably groomed against olive skin.

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* His most recent posting was reputedly Honshu Weyr, which is undoubtedly how he has gained some knowledge of High Reaches' history and Weyrlife in general.
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Devaki

2013-08-04T04:53:36Z

Devaki:

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|children=Dilan, by [[Madilla]] Vinien, by [[Issedi]] Sealene, by [[Issedi]]
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== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this young man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just sky of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Most recently, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he has surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen.

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

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Category:Balen Hold

2013-08-04T04:39:12Z

Devaki:

=== About ===
'''Holder:''' Caon
 '''Lady: ''' Jula
 '''Political:''' Liberal
 '''Relations with HRW:''' Relations with Balen Hold are cooler than they used to be, relating to controversy following the [[Meteor Disaster]].


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'''Notable People'''
<ul>
<li>Ezalea (Junior Weyrwoman at Igen) - Ezalea was transferred to High Reaches Weyr for a turn in Turn 20-21. She originally hails from Balen, and was instrumental in informing the Hold of the proceeds of the meteor sale.
<li>Heir to Balen - Formerly engaged to Inviere, still communicates with her family at [[Misty Hold]].
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Ezalea

2013-08-04T04:36:44Z

Devaki:

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== History ==
Ezalea is native to Balen, a small sea hold which looks to the Reaches, although she has not lived at the hold for over ten years. She was Searched to Igen in a time when the threat of Thread was still fresh: it was the holder's duty to accept such an offer, and no one truly expected skinny little tomboy Eza, only daughter of the family, to Impress. And when news worked its way home that she /had/ Impressed, to a gold nonetheless, her family accepted her new fate with what grace they could. It was an honour, truly. Wasn't it?

So a long decade passed, and the Thread of the Comet Pass came and went: Ezalea and Nahalith learned to work together, an effective if slightly peculiar pairing, surely, and the young queen even rose to birth her own clutches, and Leah came to settle into her new home as a naturalized Igenite. She adopted their style of dress eagerly, took to the heat a little less eagerly, although, as with all things, she learned to simply smile and suffer through it under the public eye and keep her complaints to herself and nearer and dearer friends. Her experience as a junior unfolded, based in what she had been harper-trained for years, and, building upon that knowledge she found herself rather enjoying the hidework that came with the position.

For some years after her Impression, the thought of a transfer had been discussed, mainly in passing, by the senior Weyrwoman, but it wasn't until much later, for reasons primarily unbenownst to Leah, that Igen decided on extending a friendly, mutual proposal to High Reaches: an exchange of juniors, at the request of Nimae, for training purposes. Was Ezalea willing? For a few months, perhaps time beyond that, should things prove mutually beneficial. The goldrider, pleased at the thought of transferring to the Weyr to which her family hold looked, jumped at the opportunity.

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Category:River Bend Hold

2013-08-04T04:34:57Z

Devaki:

=== About ===
'''Holder:''' Jarx
 '''Lady: ''' Damdra
 '''Political:''' Liberal



Please see:
<ul>
<li>[[:Category:Exiles|Exiles]]
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=== Former Holders ===
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<li>Radiel and Mimnet (Approx. Turn 185 - Turn 195, 9th Pass)
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V'teri

2013-08-04T04:34:25Z

Devaki:

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== Description ==
High cheekbones and a square jaw complement V'teri's general rugged good looks, exemplified in his light gray eyes and the single dimple along his constantly 5'o-clock shadowed left cheek. His brown hair has a ruddy tinge to it, and waves becomingly to just above his ears. Tall, standing just above six feet, V'teri's athletic frame is clad in neat leathers kept simple in their natural brown, with an inner shirt of olive green. Heel-less black boots rise up to mid-calf, slouched at the top with the excess fabric folded over.

== Background ==
Before V'teri got an apostrophe in his name, he was Vanteri, the last son of Balten, a pig farmer in the lowland regions of High Reaches Hold. Born 27 turns ago, it was assumed by all that Balten would find some new form of academic torture for his newest offspring as the pig farmer, much to the amusement of his neighbors, had aspirations of greatness for his kids: just look at his oldest daughter who should have prepared for marriage at the tender age of 15 hied off to Healer Hall. Or his second child, another girl, who had been "fostered" (and let me assure you, there was much laughter at the use of this high-falutin' language) to a family who worked at Tillek Hold. Or his third child, another boy, now getting _ideas_ at Harper Hall, never mind, the well-meaning people of this small hold didn't think the boy had much musical talent in him, forgetting that a Harper's scope went past just music. (Even V'teri would have to say though, his next oldest brother being a harper was odd being quite tone deaf, but apparently had a hand for archives.)

So with Vanteri born quite late in this little family's existence, the curious wondered what he'd be headed for. But maybe Balten had given up any further idea of greatness, or was just tired of pushing his children to their greatest heights that he seemed satisfied with Vanteri growing up in his footsteps, yet another pig farmer. Someone, after all, had to hold down the home front and be the safety net to catch all his other high flying children in case anything should happen.

And so he lived much of his early life, being told the Pernese equivalent of fairy tales by his father, who would insist with a completely straight face, that they were real; of a life where their ancestors ruled the entire High Reaches Hold area.

And then at the tender age of twenty, the Comet Pass having just ended a short while before, he was Searched, first by Telgar, and then to Monaco. With nothing but a life filled with pig breeding and pig care ahead of him, there wasn't much keeping him at his ancestral home and with a father who's shining ambition had been revived by this opportunity to see another of his progeny to greatness, Vanteri was convinced by all to go. They could, after all, take care of themselves. All his father requested was: Please try not to attract a green.

The first go around, he attracted nothing, not even a green, and his affable, reasoning-oriented nature carved out a niche of new friends at the Weyr and he found that though he had failed to Impress, his pig-tending skills could be utilized to assist the beastcrafters with the herds, and so life went on. He also found that he much preferred the wider world-visioned Weyrfolk than the pig farm he had grown up in and decided to stay and make a home for himself. He Stood at ever subsequent hatching thereafter at Telgar before the cold air began to grate and he had a newfound wanderlust that made him accept a Monaco rider's offer to Stand for their clutch.

It was there, at the age of 23, Vanteri became V'teri, newly minted weyrling to a dark, awkward little bronze named Riuscyth. They thrived in the Monaco weyrling program, and the pig farmer's son slowly began to realize just what he was in for, not just with his new companion for life or his new home, but with his father.

For Balten, all avenues of his children had failed him in what was his ultimate goal: to find out what happened turns before to his ancestors. To see if his romantic ideals of being the long lost son of someone important might be true. His great grandmother had told him so, and while others called her nutters, there were some facts: she did own a ring with an intricate crest unbecoming of a pig farmer's wife. And while Balten didn't realize it was that of River Bend Hold, it had to be something important, no? But archivist son, Tillekian handmaiden daughter, and mindhealer eldest had all failed to find anything further out in the vast world. But perhaps, this son he had placed no confidence in, as a rider, might have access to information the others could not aspire to reach.

V'teri, placid as he generally might be, was happy to oblige, or at least make the show of obliging. He found for himself a mentor in R'hin, the former High Reaches Weyrleader; a feat that was a testament to how sly he could be as Leiventh's rider was anything but friendly to anyone but his young daughter. And they talked. And talked. Drank and drank, hearing stories from either side with R'hin bemused by V'teri's lack of worldly experience and V'teri, not-quite shiny eyed in interest at R'hin's tales.

It was in one of these random chats over a bottle the original subject of which is long forgotten, that R'hin mentioned discrepencies in the Reaches tithing situations years before the last Pass. It stopped V'teri cold as he ran the numbers with various things he'd discovered over time, that on their own, would be nothing, but combined with this small, innocuous little fact, could mean... well, something. Unable to press for more information, V'teri let things lie, musing over what to tell his father when news of his father's passing finally reached his ears.

With 'new' information at hand of High Reaches Weyr's involvement with his father's long lost ancestors, and his father's most timely death, V'teri, quite apologetically, asked for a transfer to the Reaches so he might be closer to his mother and extended family in their time of grief.

== Plot Notes ==
V'teri is the great-great grandson of Henret, the originating rebel. Henret in turn was the eldest son of the holder of River Bend, the half-brother of the /then/ Lord Holder of High Reaches Weyr. Uneasy with the way Beradin was aging and how that age was affecting his holdership detrimentally, Henret decided to act and began networking amongst the minor and lesser holders.

It was only by virtue of an absolutely loyal servent that Henret's daughter, Jiesa (then 13 in turn 192/Interval 9) escaped. Adopted into her handmaiden's family, Jiesa was raised as a pig farmer's daughter, though fully aware of who she was and where she came from, but also aware that should anyone find out, she could be exiled or worse, cause the mass execution of servants who had been so loyal to her. Jiesa married another escaped child, Manvino of Three Glades, when they were grown and had children, among which was Rylenna (a daughter), who then married and had among her children a son, Balten. It was to Balten that Vanteri was born in the 48th turn of the 10th Pass. Throughout, until her death, Jiesa spun fantastical tales for her children and then grandchildren, supposed fairy tales.

Vanteri was 13 when the Comet Pass began. He grew up listening to the passed on stories of his great-great grandmother, believing them to be just that, fairy tales, until an antique ring of Jiesa's (the ring with the original seal of River Bend) was passed on, along with some chance conversations.

He is not aware of his ties to River Bend or that he is a distant cousin of the current Lord Holder.

== Family Tree ==

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Dyana + Henret (113d) m f Dinami ???
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Rylenna (79d)+ ? ??? ? (leader) Edala + Rickon ???
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Balten (61d) + ? Seani + Tomaeran (23) Kima (19) Devaki (22)
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f m f V'teri (27)</pre>

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V'teri

2013-08-04T04:32:29Z

Devaki: More completionist stuff~

Alida

2013-08-04T04:20:24Z

Devaki: Adding Pars tag because I'm a completionist~

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Aloof yet aware, disinterested yet keenly observant, this rather stoic young woman seems to radiate an aura of self-confidence, poised intent, and capability, her quiet gaze silently speaking of years of experience one of her relative age should not likely possess.

The straight and thick, yet fine white gold silk of her hair is gathered by a simple, deep green leather tie at nape into a tri-part braid which terminates at lower back. Slender brows of white-gold arch gently over deep-hued eyes, and smaller ears with tiny lobes - set flush against her head - taper gently up to the vaguest hints of peaks, while slightly sensual lips of palest rose are oft twitched into a mocking bit of a smirk, or thinned in some sort of vague displeasure. Skin is very fair, perfect companion to bewitching eyes and moon worshipping tresses.

The tests and travails of a rather difficult life tell in the cool frostfire behind her gaze, the subtle little lines at brow and corners of mouth which deepen at the pull of more negative emotions. There is strength and deep determination within this one - a challenge offered, or dark intent promised - when she looks upon others, her chin at times lifting just so, eyes flashing with hints of what lies within. The column of her fair throat is slender-seeming and arching, the pulse of her life thudding deeply within.

A long-sleeved, cream-colored, button-up shirt of cotton envelops Alida's torso, clinging modestly to curves and lines. Its neck is partially-opened and fanned out into a 'v', the arms crisply rolled up to three-quarters length, the fabric tucked perfectly into her pants. Her arms are whipcord firm, the play of strong muscles just evident until flexed - then bunching and flowing with rippling grace and power - trailing into small wrists and smallish hands with long, graceful fingers tipped with short, clean nails.

At her waist is buckled a belt of brown weyrhide, from which depends a handful of various sheathed knives and daggers, as well as some various-sized beltpouches at the front and back. Riding just a bit low, perfectly-tailored, medium-brown leather riding pants - gently worked in, but quite new - gently hug modestly curved hips and a round rear, tapering down to disappear within the heavier cover of her footware. Darker brown, laced boots of fine-grained, new leather perfectly mould to shapely, strong legs, reaching to upper calf - their smaller size denoting feet that are likewise such.

Upon her left shoulder drapes the pristine knot of a High Reaches blue rider, its colors bright and intense.

== WYSK ==
She's originally a guard from Pars Hold, and will always be one, even if she's now a rider. You can take the warrior out of the war, but not
vice-versa. She's a hard-ass, with little tolerance for foolishness or shallow behaviors, possessed of a 'take-it or leave it' attitude and a quirky temperament. Less-than-enthusiastic about mixing with most people, and enjoying a very active lifestyle (including the occasional, joyous fistfight), she's a fierce flame that enough times can scorch friend as well as foe.

== History ==
She's told very few people of her past, except for Jo, N'ky, K'zin and D'kan...and then only lesser amounts of it. Summed up, Alida's grown up in a hold all her life, though not protected or pampered. She's a guard (with enough that might imply) through and through...but she's disaffected and angry, full of jaded bitterness beyond her scant years from a rougher life. Apparently, both her parents are dead.

== Relationships ==
From her own lips, Alida has only a friend or two back at Pars hold, and only a couple at the Weyr. That's fine with her. As for others:

Aishani/Brieli : Ambitious. Gotta admire her tenacity and spirit. Be watchful, cognizant...try not to judge too much.

Azaylia : Kind, determined, lots of potential that might or might not be realized. Her apparent devotion to the truth is relieving, in a way. Don't get *too* close.

C'wlin : Hidden agendas. Not quite what he seems. Though he seems personally ambitious, lacks experience and balance to pull it off. Watch.

D'kan : A decent guy. Might have potential. Observe, interact.

Devaki : Ambitious, cunning. Could be ruthless, given the 'proper' circumstances. Step cautiously.

Hana : Serving others while possibly serving herself. Friendly and fun...and quite possibly still working for the Hold. Fun in judicious amounts.

Jo : She *gets* me! Feisty, fun...and a double-edged sword just as likely to cut 'friend' as well as foe. Enjoy in moderation. Be thoughtful; watch for double-speak.

K'del : Gotta admire his passion, while simultaneously sneering at his lack of self-control. I still think his time has passed. Observe and learn from his successes and mistakes.

K'zin : It can be so hard to keep you close, yet not *too* close, as a friend. You'll always have *him* and our mutual goals... Try to remain pragmatic. Watch for potential manipulation via Rasavyth.

N'hax : Pulls few punches, apparently. Gotta admire that...while also chuckling at some of his views. Seems mature. Could be a staunch ally/enemy. Observe.

N'ky : So many ways you could grow. Perhaps the best of all of us, though you slip at times. You could be a weak link, so I can't afford to underestimate/overestimate you. Trust with caution; guard against too much fondness.

Sabella : Doing her duties with a smile and a stab. Potential double-dealer. Watch and listen...and remain aware.

Taikrin : Wingleader. Admire her energy and passion, her questioning of rules, tradition. Learn from her mistakes.

Telavi : Too much of an unknown yet. Observe, remain watchful, enjoy in moderate doses. Note to self: is Solith *really* that ditzy?

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== Miscellaneous ==

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I Am A: Chaotic Neutral Human Druid (4th Level)
 Ability Scores: 
Strength-18 
Dexterity-17 
Constitution-16 
Intelligence-13 
Wisdom-14 
Charisma-13
 Alignment: Chaotic Neutral A chaotic neutral character follows his whims. He is an individualist first and last. He values his own liberty but doesn't strive to protect others' freedom. He avoids authority, resents restrictions, and challenges traditions. A chaotic neutral character does not intentionally disrupt organizations as part of a campaign of anarchy. To do so, he would have to be motivated either by good (and a desire to liberate others) or evil (and a desire to make those different from himself suffer). A chaotic neutral character may be unpredictable, but his behavior is not totally random. He is not as likely to jump off a bridge as to cross it. Chaotic neutral is the best alignment you can be because it represents true freedom from both society's restrictions and a do-gooder's zeal. However, chaotic neutral can be a dangerous alignment when it seeks to eliminate all authority, harmony, and order in society. 
 Race: Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.
 Class: Druids gain power not by ruling nature but by being at one with it. They hate the unnatural, including aberrations or undead, and destroy them where possible. Druids receive divine spells from nature, not the gods, and can gain an array of powers as they gain experience, including the ability to take the shapes of animals. The weapons and armor of a druid are restricted by their traditional oaths, not simply training. A druid's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. 

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[[category:Characters]]
[[category:High Reaches Weyr]]
[[category:High Reaches Area]]
[[category:Greater Pern]]
[[category:Riders]]
[[category:Blueriders]]
[[category:Glacier Wing]]
[[category:Pars Hold]]

Category:Pars Hold

2013-08-04T04:18:17Z

Devaki:

=== About ===
'''Holder:''' Kriul
 '''Lady: ''' None
 '''Political:''' Liberal
 '''Industry:''' Llama wool, llama wool products.


Notables:
<ul>
<li>'''Guard Captain:''' Currently Vacant
</ul>

[[Category:High Reaches Hold]]

Category:High Reaches Hold

2013-08-04T04:16:27Z

Devaki: /* About */

=== About ===
'''Lord:''' [[Devaki]]
 '''Lady: ''' [[Issedi]]
 '''Political:''' Liberal
 '''Badge:''' Per Pale, dark blue and tan.
 '''Industry:''' Llama wool, llama wool products, glassware, fruit brandies, ships.
 '''Relations with HRW:''' (somewhat) Uneasy


Notables:
<ul>
<li>'''Guard Captain:''' [[Raum]]
<li>'''Steward:''' Kiatan
<li>'''Watchrider:''' P'ken and brown Haibroth
</ul>

Please see:
<ul>
<li>[[Meteor Disaster]]
<li>[[:Category:Exiles|Exiles]]
</ul>

=== Former Lords Holders ===
<ul>
<li>[[Braeden]] and [[Yuliye]] (Turn 28 to Turn 31, 10th Interval)
<li>[[Rynien]] and Shaie (Turn 8 - Turn 28, 10th Interval)
<li>Beradin (Approx. Turn 189 - Turn 195, 9th Pass)
</ul>

=== Things you might know... ===

* Former Lord Rynien became Lord Reaches at the age of twenty-four. He married his wife, the lady Shaie of Sattle Hold at eighteen. He was publically known as a benevolent Lord who led by example: a happy, perfect family of four.
* Rynien's son, Braeden, spent many turns fostered to Tillek, staying long after he ''ought'' to have returned, well into his twenties. Those close to the family might know that in private, relations between father and son were not perfect.
* Rynien's daughter, Issedi, was engaged to marry Lord Aughan of Crom for some turns. It would have been the first match between major holds in the same coverage area in some time, making it a politically interesting match. Aughan was close to twice Issedi's age, however, and those close to the family would have known that Shaie worried about her daughter.
* Rynien died, unexpectedly, in Turn 28. Braeden was recalled home from Tillek, where he became Lord Holder at twenty-five. Soon after, Issedi's marriage to Aughan was postponed, and later, cancelled altogether.
* Since then, Issedi has married [[Devaki]], one of the Exiles, and Braeden has married [[Yuliye]] of Crom. Issedi and Devaki have two chlidren - a son and a daughter
* Devaki become Lord Holder at age 29, after the abrupt (but not, to many, surprising) resignation of Braeden.

[[Category:High Reaches]]

Logs:An Unasked Favor

2013-08-04T04:14:38Z

Devaki:

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| who = Alida, Devaki, Raum
| where = High Reaches Hold, Pars Hold
| what = Devaki does an unasked-for favor for Alida, and there's a little bit of revenge for a past life.
| when = Day 1, month 6, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.08.02
| quote = "I suppose I should thank ya'... But somethin' tells me this'll likely require...payment back."
| weather =
| categories =
| mentions = Issedi
| ooc =
| icons = alida.jpg, devaki_shadow.jpg, raum.png
| log =

Glacier is often a visitor to High Reaches Hold -- in fact, it's a wing rumored to be specifically ''allowed'' by the Lord Holder to visit freely, even if the-then-acting-Weyrwoman Aishani might've declared it otherwise. Earlier that morning there was a request from the Hold for transport -- which isn't unusual -- but what might be moreso was that Alida was specifically requested. It's not just any visitors that are waiting in the shadow of the courtyard, either: it's Lord Devaki, dressed in fine outfit and holding a furred cloak -- far too warm to wear before between -- and his ever-present shadow Raum. They're having a low-voiced conversation as they wait, the former occasionally greeting passing members of the Hold; the latter occasionally scowling.

Truth-tell, she was wondering if this day would come, especially after being assigned to Glacier. Alida had many other things taking up her attention over the months since graduating, however, and such thoughts as the Hold and the state of affairs between it and the Weyr were put on a back burner. But now... Ilicaeth breaks out of Between high above, then wheels downward at his own pace, allowing his rider decent time to view the place from the sky for only the second time in her life. The courtyard soon comes into view, and quickly enough at this point, the grey-blue is backwinging, alighting with crisp efficiency...and disgorging his rider to ground with a thunk of boots to cobbles. A warble to the watchdragon on the 'heights is all the rough and ready blue has to say, but be certain that his blue gaze is turned upon the humans moving all about...just as Alida's own greens do the same. Her goggles shucked down to chest, helmet removed to reveal a braided, flattened coronet of palest hair at the back of her head, the once and always guard looks around for who might've summoned her directly. She has her ideas about such, but still... better poilte than assumptive.

Haibroth is fairly quick to greet Ilicaeth from the fireheights, clearly glad to see another dragon. The blue, too, receives some looks from folks passing through the courtyard, though they do so with an apparent haste in order to take them out of the way as soon as possible. Devaki's pace is steady, crossing the courtyard at enough of a walk to make himself obvious to the rider, Raum shadowing his path. "Alida," the Lord calls with a warm welcome and a spread of hands as he approaches and slows to a halt. "It is good to see you. I hope you're not put out that I abused the privileges of my station terribly to ask for you -- but I think you'll enjoy our little trip today." A brief slant of a look towards Raum, like he's sharing some quiet joke.

Ahh yeah... so it *is* the way she thought. No matter; Alida dons her usual smirk-smile, stepping with militaristic strides towards Devaki to meet him half way. While the dragons silently chat, the blonde woman pulls up before the two men, and offers a crisp salute to the more ranking one, then a firm nod to Raum before noting in her NewYork minute, hard and clipped alto, "So we meet again, my good Lord Devaki." Her words have enough casual, glib humor in them to suit someone with twice her age, while being animated enough to show her relative youth. As for abuses of rank, "Unless ya got the whole Council breathin' down yer neck, they could probably give a crap." Brows raise a bit in silent inquiry at his words of a trip, the woman then murmuring, "If it's a bar, I'm all in. But...a mere wingrider ain't too well situated...so I'm afraid y'll have ta buy." Smirk.

"A bar?" That surprises Devaki, to judge by his considering pause and speculative look at the bluerider. Behind him, Raum shifts a little, smirking silently. "Perhaps later. Business ''first''. I trust you two have an image for Pars Hold?" The Lord adjusts his gaze enough to take in Illicaeth with a tip of his head by way of greeting, before his expectant look resettles on Alida.

She enjoys making people doubletake or second guess, but Alida's too with the game to smirk back to Raum's expression, though green eyes do dance a little. Shaking her head a little - as if to silently tell Devaki that she's giving him shit - the woman then nods crisply. "One uv' the first non-standard coordinates I learned on purpose." A look over her shoulder to the craggy blue soon has him stepping up towards the humans, then halting about twenty feet away, his coppery talons flexing, tail twitching as he chuffs his own polite greeting back to the Lord. Back to the pair of men, "Should I assume y'd both rather be behind me than havin' my arms wrapped around one uv' ya like a nanny?" Ilicaeth's already dipping his body, shoulder to the ground as far as he can to make it easier on the non-riders, his gaze wheeling in spritely fashion.

"You can wrap any part of yourself around me anyt--" Raum says his first words, halted by the look on Devaki's face, which turns the redhead's expression into a more of a smirk. "Thank you," Devaki's murmuring, whether to dragon or Raum or rider is anyone's guess -- he's climbing with enough deftness to suggest he's used to riding dragons, taking up a position that'll put him behind Alida, which forces Raum behind ''him''. "Have you been back since you left?"

"Does that include my fist around yer teeth?" the blonde notes in almost chipper fashion to Raum, thought there's a small rattle of warning behind her eyes, the small smile on her mouth not reaching them. With a rolling little rumble of his baritone 'voice,' Ilicaeth turns his neck and head to watch his passengers mount up, Alida then shimmeying up straps herself, where she finally hands the boys their d-ringed snap-straps, and lets them attend themselves. While they ready themselves, she answers back, "Yes. Picked up a couple'a things I had ta leave behind." A certain thinness in her voice might subtly speak it wasn't necessarily a happy trip.

"Whatever you're willing to give," Raum responds quickly enough, a deeper grin flashing for a moment. The tone with which Devaki says, "She's a rider," just about makes it equate to ''off-limits'', if one has a keen enough ear for tone. While he makes sure he's securely strapped in, the former exile adds, "Well, I hope today's is happier then. I'm sure it will be." He sounds so ''certain''.

"I'll remember that the next time I'm pissed off. The livin' are much more interestin' punching bags," Alida notes just as chipperly back to Raum, then letting it all slide when Devaki gets more business-like. There's some suspicion in the blonde's eyes with the Lord's certainty, but she has duty to attend to first, the guard doing so in sound fashion by rechecking her 'guests' straps, then her own. Helmet re-donned, affixed, then goggles pulled down, checked, she gives obvious arm signals to Ilicaeth for the mens' benefit, the blue hurling himself upward with a powerful spring and downsweep of wings. Up and up they go, giving a proper amount of clearance before the woman barks back to Devaki and Raum, "Between on five!" Her raised hand's fingers count off that mark point as they firm the coordinates in their minds, Ilicaeth then transfering them into that void. In just as proper fashion, they're soon emerging from that place's horrible cold into damp Spring air, Pars far below them. Down, down the blue with the 'eye' markings on his wings circles - the woman's back becoming stiffer as they near the minor holding - until he's landing them in the courtyard, and again warbling his hello to the watchdragon here.

Perhaps one of the other advantages of sitting ''behind'' the rider is the ability to hide one's reaction -- either to the words or the actions of the rider in question. Certainly, during the flight, both passengers are silent, though Devaki, pressed up against Alida, murmurs something that sounds like, 'easy', as he senses her stiffening posture. Perhaps, though, it's just the wind: he's already busying himself unbuckling as Ilicaeth lands. They are not, notably, alone in the courtyard, and apparently they are expected. There's the Holder, standing next to the Captain and that Lieutenant, an array of his favored 'friends' behind them, waiting stony-faced.

If she hears Devaki's real or imagined words, the woman gives no sign. Ilicaeth can feel his rider's simmering emotions all too well, though, and by the time the blue's folding his wings to his sides, he's lidded his eyes near-completely to hide the small red points dotting their blue. Like rider, like dragon, apparently. Alida looks as stony faced as the men they're meeting, her posture ramrod stiff and her moves crisp and efficient as she gets her passengers and herself down from the dipping blue's neck to the ground quite securely. For some moments, she's torn between old propriety and old anger, but her blue silently reminds his rider that this is Holder business, not personal...and so the blonde gives a bare, stiff little nod to her former bosses, and then waits by her dragon's head, merely watching the interplay taking place.

Devaki takes his sweet time getting down and getting adjusted, shrugging out of his fur coat and laying it over one arm. It's Alida he's watching, not the grouping of people waiting for him. "Walk beside me." It's the tone of a man used to speaking an order and being obeyed, and yet his gaze makes it a request of the bluerider. Raum, meanwhile, walks ahead of his Lord, headed directly for the other Captain. There's words, but they're too low for the pair near the dragon to hear, and Raum's leading the Captain off to one side, to the apparent discomfort of his Lieutenant.

She rubbernecks her head to Devaki, green eyes shed of their goggles looking deeply into his blues as her quills prickle some. Another stiff nod for him has her bootheels in motion, nearly striking sparks from the flagstones with the force of their hammering. She waiting for some sort of shit to come down, and - since the blonde doesn't know how she fits into this scenario - she's a pegged out as a guitar string, inside. Behind them, Ilicaeth's eyes gain some flecks of orange and yellow beneath his 'lids, the blue now less than half of what it was before. Flex-flex goe those wicked scythes of claws. Once she reaches Devaki's side, the woman snaps into an automatic parade-rest...and waits in stony silence while not really looking into any eyes across from her.

He waits with what might seem an infinite amount of patience for her to join him, blue eyes calm. When she does, he finally walks towards the grouping, though under his breath he murmurs: "You aren't the guard under their anymore. You're a rider of High Reaches. You're Ilicaeth's." It may be ''Devaki'' that murmurs those words of support, but it's the ''Lord Holder'' who finally comes to a halt in front of the grouping. "Holder Kriul. Good to see you again. Do you know Alida, Ilicaeth's rider? She was kind enough to bring us down. And Lieutenant..." an apologetic shake of head, like he's forgotten the man's name. The former exile doesn't look at Raum, nor the other Captain -- the latter looks to be arguing, which seems a futile action against scowling redhead's look.

Tightly, very tensely and quietly to Devaki - with a bare minimum of lip movement - Alida notes, "Once a guard, always a guard..." though she does bob her head deeply to his words of her being Weyrfolk, and Ilicaeth's rider. If circumstances would've had her born on far away Earth, she likely would have been a Marine. Maintaining a mask of neutrality in this den of vipers is rough, but the bluerider manages it with effort, her posture slowly unstiffening from it's old, habitual stance until she's affecting a more civilian-like stand. The hint of pink spots at her pale cheeks might be from the chill, of course, but who's to know. Her lips are paled in their pressed-together, thin line, greens as hard and cold as 'Reaches granite, but otherwise, her face is dead flat as she finally stares into her former lord's eyes. She just cannot bring herself to nod, though.

Holder Kriul greets Devaki with a, "Lord Devaki, please, be welcome." He looks nervous, as much for Devaki's presence, as Raum's discussion with his own Captain, and, perhaps, Alida's presence as well. "Lieutenant Calav," he supplies, nodding to the man. It's the latter -- the Lieutenant -- that has Devaki's gaze, with a frown. "I'm instituting a policy of rotation amongst the officers. My Guard Captain, Raum, is advising Captain Calav of this, now. The Lieutenant will be given his new orders shortly, and you'll receive a replacement."

The Lieutenant in question goes red, narrowing eyes momentarily at Alida as if this might somehow be ''her'' fault. "The Captain won't let--" "'''QUIET'''!" ''that'' bark is Raum, returning to the group with Calav in tow. "You will address your Lord by his rightful title, ''when'' you are given leave to speak."

Is that noise a faint snort of amusement from Devaki? Surely not. That would be completely inappropriate for the Lord Holder to actually be enjoying this whole thing.

Blink. That's the first reaction from Alida at the words of rotation from Devaki, the woman surprised, but fighting the repercussions of such down. When the Lieutenant blurts that out, the woman narrows her eyes at him, honestly taken aback by his out-of-line delivery to his superior. Even *she* - a thorn in many sides - can understand and implement protocol. But when Calav gives her that 'this is YOUR fault' look... Behind them, Ilicaeth growls low, his youthful lack of experience telling as he expresses his rider's instant wish to throttle the other guard. Instantly, her gaze hoods, going a little distant as she deals with her lifemate, then quickly returning to the humans, as flat as ever. She notes the tail end of Devaki's soft snort, and tries not to glance over at him.

Is that, too, the faint brush of fingers briefly at her elbow, not enough to be invasive, but a subtle warning from the man at her side? Devaki doesn't look at Alida, either, though he'd probably be very interested to. "Captain Calav will be spending some time under Captain Raum at the Hold. One can always benefit from new training, and my Captain has... ''extensive'' experience." Raum is very good at smiling -- it's just that it's in no way reassuring. Holder Kriul still looks nervous and unsettled by all of this, but he's well aware of his position enough to murmur, "Of course, Lord Devaki. What a wise idea. I... I trust you'll not leave us unprotected?" Devaki's smiling reassuringly. "No, but of course not. Captain Calav won't be traveling back with us. Alida's time is far too valuable, and we can't waste it for the time for him to pack. We'd expect you at the Hold within, what...?" He looks at Raum, who grunts, "Two days." It will be a hard, hard ride to make that, and it shows in Calav's expression.

There's stiffening from her at that ghost touch from someone who not been allowed to do so, but for propriety's sake, Alida suffers it, though she stiffens when Devaki's fingers press fabric enough to indent upon her skin. Yes-yes, she's in control...mostly. The old anger is still there, under the surface, but at least it's no longer almost boiling over. The only indication of any emotion by the woman when Calav is told he'll be spending time under Raum's kind tutelage is a savage widening of her eyes for a moment, word of his upcoming, hard ride then producing a flare of her nostrils. Fitting...especially given that he sent her off to the Weyr in the middle of the Winter. Perhaps Calav was hoping she'd become yet another casualty of the forbidding climate...but fortune can be quite fickle. And yet, thoughts of that brutal ride have the blonde turning her head aside just enough so that she can once again whisper - sans much lip movement - to Devaki, "That kind'a ride c'n kill the best runner. If y'd...please have another pair stationed along the way." Even now, she's thinking of lives...animal ones.

"Very good. It's all settled then." Devaki has the air of someone who believes a job is well done; pleased and approving. "I'd take advantage of your hospitality, Holder Kriul, but Alida's been accommodating enough to wait for us--" the words, and the gesture towards the bluerider give him an excuse to take in Alida's measure for a moment. Surprise suffuses his expression briefly at her whisper -- the faint tip of head acknowledgement of her suggestion. "Shall we, Alida?" a gesture inviting ''her'' to proceed ''him'' back to Ilicaeth's side, which is completely against protocol, and likely completely deliberate on his part.

She appears just a little gruff at Devaki's expression of surprise - the look of a cat who falls ingracefully: nothing to see here - Alida then appearing rather edgy about being asked to precede the Lord. Not wanting to look as if she's 'disobeying,' the bluerider at first does so, but she lags, quickly enough drawing alongside of her superior. Once they're far enough away, the blonde notes with a soft sigh, "I suppose I should thank ya'... But somethin' tells me this'll likely require...payment back." She's not trying to sound insulting, the pragmatic guard simply telling it like it is. Still, she's wincing a little at her own temerity.

"No payment," Devaki is quick to dissuade her guess, and his tone is oddly cheerful, too, as he draws alongside her, walking easily. "You have a good gut instinct, and I trust that. That den needed some sweeping. Besides, it gives Raum a new toy to occupy him for a time." Speaking of, the redhead's crept up silently behind them at some point, close enough to hear. "He'll be fun," the other says.

She still looks unconvinced, but all Alida can do is take Devaki at his word, the bluie then quickly looking down at her hands, and realizing that she's dug her short nails into the leather of her pants deep enough to put solid indentations into them. Retracting her 'claws,' then slowly working out stiff fingers, the blonde can't help but nodding firmly at the Holder's words, her head then turning as they walk back to the once-more blue-eyed Ilicaeth to let her see just where Raum is. It's habit...and - given the faint creepiness vibe she gets from the Captain of Devaki's guard - likely self-preservation. In a sudden burst of hatred for her former Lieutenant, the woman notes aside to Raum in brisk tones, "He's got a tendency ta' feint left before comin' in low. Watch out fer a knife switch, though 'e's primarily a righty. Don't go fer 'is nuggets unless ya' c'n get in a rapid three kicks; y'll need 'em all."

Devaki's certainly not unaware of Alida's doubt, but he's nice enough not to draw attention to it. Instead, he says, "Shall we go home? You're welcome to eat with us in the Hold, if you wish, Alida. I'm sure Haibroth would love the company for a time." There's a smirk, but Raum's never been one to turn down a tip, and Alida's words are answered with a nod as they reach Ilicaeth.

For a moment, she's heavily leaning towards saying 'no' to his offer, given how poorly the rest of her compatriots at the Weyr are eating, given the little incident with two short-sighted bronzers. But today is something of a celebration for the woman, and fuckitall, she's going to have a truly decent meal to remember it by... "Thanks fer offerin'. Ilicaeth like chattin' it up..." Indeed, the blue's tail is wriggling again, given how rarely he gets to speak to his brethren outside the Weyr, and when he dips down to provide easier access to his straps for everyone, there's a hint of eagerness in his motions and in the swirl of eyes that someone used to noting dragon tics could pick up on. And, while they're all getting situated atop the blue's thicker neck, Alida can't help but add around a hint of a chill smirk to Raum, "By the way, I'm the one who broke 'is nose fer the first time. He's really testy about havin' 'is pretty boy face outta' alignment." Hoo man, she has it *in* for the bastard.

"Good, good. You should meet my wife, Issedi -- I don't know that the two of you got a chance to meet at the Weyr?" Devaki seems pleased by her acceptance, stepping towards the blue and making to climb up. It really can't be said that Devaki's a reader of dragons -- of people, yes -- but dragons remain a mystery to the former exile. Meanwhile, Raum's smirking at ''that'' bit of information. "You could visit, help teach him a lesson, girl." There's a note in the other's voice that is, oddly, full of ''lust'', and it draws his Lord's gaze around for a long moment. "Best not," Devaki intervenes, "Given everything. Rest assured, he'll be ''well'' taken care of, Alida."

"Saw 'er in passin', that's about it," Alida notes of Issedi to her husband, Alida taking her time checking everyone's straps, and her own gear. Wouldn't do to lose her passengers to a sudden fall. "As long as she c'n deal with another woman who doesn't get off on talk about children 'n knitting, we're likely good." Yes; when needed, Alida can manage to play nice. She's glancing back again at Raum when that note of lust creeps into his voice - something in her green eyes expressing some recognition of it for a moment - and soon noting to him (after Devaki makes his wishes known), "I'm certain that he'll not learn 'is lesson well enough, 'n someday I'll need ta break somethin' else uv 'is again... boy." Tit for tat. A sigh is offered up to the Lord's last words before they ascend, her murmur of, "I hope at least the other people, gals uv lower rank in Pars' barracks'll have a more even chance than I did," reaching Devaki's ears only. And then, quickly enough, they're being tossed skyward again, and back in a minute plus three heartbeats above High Reaches Hold, where real food, a little socializing, and perhaps some honest conversation are to be had.

"Uhh, well--" the long pause that follows from Devaki might well suggest the bluerider's just mentioned the two favorite topics of his wife. "Perhaps I'll seat you next to someone who'll be a more suitable conversationalist." Raum might be clearing his throat, but his Lord knows him too well and is pointedly ignoring him. It might be lost on the wind, it might not, but as the blue launches skyward, the former exile assures the rider: "You have my word." True to his word, he seats Alida next to a grizzly older guard -- there's certainly plenty to talk about there, and the man's far less lecherous than the other, who no doubt watches despite his Lord's warning.

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Logs:An Unasked Favor

2013-08-04T04:12:00Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Alida, Devaki, Raum | where = High Reaches Hold, Pars Hold | what = Devaki does an unasked-for favor for Alida, and there's a little bit of revenge for a past l..."

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| where = High Reaches Hold, Pars Hold
| what = Devaki does an unasked-for favor for Alida, and there's a little bit of revenge for a past life.
| when = Day 1, month 6, turn 32 of Interval 10.
| gamedate = 2013.08.02
| quote = "I suppose I should thank ya'... But somethin' tells me this'll likely require...payment back."
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Glacier is often a visitor to High Reaches Hold -- in fact, it's a wing rumored to be specifically ''allowed'' by the Lord Holder to visit freely, even if the-then-acting-Weyrwoman Aishani might've declared it otherwise. Earlier that morning there was a request from the Hold for transport -- which isn't unusual -- but what might be moreso was that Alida was specifically requested. It's not just any visitors that are waiting in the shadow of the courtyard, either: it's Lord Devaki, dressed in fine outfit and holding a furred cloak -- far too warm to wear before between -- and his ever-present shadow Raum. They're having a low-voiced conversation as they wait, the former occasionally greeting passing members of the Hold; the latter occasionally scowling.

Truth-tell, she was wondering if this day would come, especially after being assigned to Glacier. Alida had many other things taking up her attention over the months since graduating, however, and such thoughts as the Hold and the state of affairs between it and the Weyr were put on a back burner. But now... Ilicaeth breaks out of Between high above, then wheels downward at his own pace, allowing his rider decent time to view the place from the sky for only the second time in her life. The courtyard soon comes into view, and quickly enough at this point, the grey-blue is backwinging, alighting with crisp efficiency...and disgorging his rider to ground with a thunk of boots to cobbles. A warble to the watchdragon on the 'heights is all the rough and ready blue has to say, but be certain that his blue gaze is turned upon the humans moving all about...just as Alida's own greens do the same. Her goggles shucked down to chest, helmet removed to reveal a braided, flattened coronet of palest hair at the back of her head, the once and always guard looks around for who might've summoned her directly. She has her ideas about such, but still... better poilte than assumptive.

Haibroth is fairly quick to greet Ilicaeth from the fireheights, clearly glad to see another dragon. The blue, too, receives some looks from folks passing through the courtyard, though they do so with an apparent haste in order to take them out of the way as soon as possible. Devaki's pace is steady, crossing the courtyard at enough of a walk to make himself obvious to the rider, Raum shadowing his path. "Alida," the Lord calls with a warm welcome and a spread of hands as he approaches and slows to a halt. "It is good to see you. I hope you're not put out that I abused the privileges of my station terribly to ask for you -- but I think you'll enjoy our little trip today." A brief slant of a look towards Raum, like he's sharing some quiet joke.

Ahh yeah... so it *is* the way she thought. No matter; Alida dons her usual smirk-smile, stepping with militaristic strides towards Devaki to meet him half way. While the dragons silently chat, the blonde woman pulls up before the two men, and offers a crisp salute to the more ranking one, then a firm nod to Raum before noting in her NewYork minute, hard and clipped alto, "So we meet again, my good Lord Devaki." Her words have enough casual, glib humor in them to suit someone with twice her age, while being animated enough to show her relative youth. As for abuses of rank, "Unless ya got the whole Council breathin' down yer neck, they could probably give a crap." Brows raise a bit in silent inquiry at his words of a trip, the woman then murmuring, "If it's a bar, I'm all in. But...a mere wingrider ain't too well situated...so I'm afraid y'll have ta buy." Smirk.

"A bar?" That surprises Devaki, to judge by his considering pause and speculative look at the bluerider. Behind him, Raum shifts a little, smirking silently. "Perhaps later. Business ''first''. I trust you two have an image for Pars Hold?" The Lord adjusts his gaze enough to take in Illicaeth with a tip of his head by way of greeting, before his expectant look resettles on Alida.

She enjoys making people doubletake or second guess, but Alida's too with the game to smirk back to Raum's expression, though green eyes do dance a little. Shaking her head a little - as if to silently tell Devaki that she's giving him shit - the woman then nods crisply. "One uv' the first non-standard coordinates I learned on purpose." A look over her shoulder to the craggy blue soon has him stepping up towards the humans, then halting about twenty feet away, his coppery talons flexing, tail twitching as he chuffs his own polite greeting back to the Lord. Back to the pair of men, "Should I assume y'd both rather be behind me than havin' my arms wrapped around one uv' ya like a nanny?" Ilicaeth's already dipping his body, shoulder to the ground as far as he can to make it easier on the non-riders, his gaze wheeling in spritely fashion.

"You can wrap any part of yourself around me anyt--" Raum says his first words, halted by the look on Devaki's face, which turns the redhead's expression into a more of a smirk. "Thank you," Devaki's murmuring, whether to dragon or Raum or rider is anyone's guess -- he's climbing with enough deftness to suggest he's used to riding dragons, taking up a position that'll put him behind Alida, which forces Raum behind ''him''. "Have you been back since you left?"

"Does that include my fist around yer teeth?" the blonde notes in almost chipper fashion to Raum, thought there's a small rattle of warning behind her eyes, the small smile on her mouth not reaching them. With a rolling little rumble of his baritone 'voice,' Ilicaeth turns his neck and head to watch his passengers mount up, Alida then shimmeying up straps herself, where she finally hands the boys their d-ringed snap-straps, and lets them attend themselves. While they ready themselves, she answers back, "Yes. Picked up a couple'a things I had ta leave behind." A certain thinness in her voice might subtly speak it wasn't necessarily a happy trip.

"Whatever you're willing to give," Raum responds quickly enough, a deeper grin flashing for a moment. The tone with which Devaki says, "She's a rider," just about makes it equate to ''off-limits'', if one has a keen enough ear for tone. While he makes sure he's securely strapped in, the former exile adds, "Well, I hope today's is happier then. I'm sure it will be." He sounds so ''certain''.

"I'll remember that the next time I'm pissed off. The livin' are much more interestin' punching bags," Alida notes just as chipperly back to Raum, then letting it all slide when Devaki gets more business-like. There's some suspicion in the blonde's eyes with the Lord's certainty, but she has duty to attend to first, the guard doing so in sound fashion by rechecking her 'guests'' straps, then her own. Helmet re-donned, affixed, then goggles pulled down, checked, she gives obvious arm signals to Ilicaeth for the mens' benefit, the blue hurling himself upward with a powerful spring and downsweep of wings. Up and up they go, giving a proper amount of clearance before the woman barks back to Devaki and Raum, "Between on five!" Her raised hand's fingers count off that mark point as they firm the coordinates in their minds, Ilicaeth then transfering them into that void. In just as proper fashion, they're soon emerging from that place's horrible cold into damp Spring air, Pars far below them. Down, down the blue with the 'eye' markings on his wings circles - the woman's back becoming stiffer as they near the minor holding - until he's landing them in the courtyard, and again warbling his hello to the watchdragon here.

Perhaps one of the other advantages of sitting ''behind'' the rider is the ability to hide one's reaction -- either to the words or the actions of the rider in question. Certainly, during the flight, both passengers are silent, though Devaki, pressed up against Alida, murmurs something that sounds like, 'easy', as he senses her stiffening posture. Perhaps, though, it's just the wind: he's already busying himself unbuckling as Ilicaeth lands. They are not, notably, alone in the courtyard, and apparently they are expected. There's the Holder, standing next to the Captain and that Lieutenant, an array of his favored 'friends' behind them, waiting stony-faced.

If she hears Devaki's real or imagined words, the woman gives no sign. Ilicaeth can feel his rider's simmering emotions all too well, though, and by the time the blue's folding his wings to his sides, he's lidded his eyes near-completely to hide the small red points dotting their blue. Like rider, like dragon, apparently. Alida looks as stony faced as the men they're meeting, her posture ramrod stiff and her moves crisp and efficient as she gets her passengers and herself down from the dipping blue's neck to the ground quite securely. For some moments, she's torn between old propriety and old anger, but her blue silently reminds his rider that this is Holder business, not personal...and so the blonde gives a bare, stiff little nod to her former bosses, and then waits by her dragon's head, merely watching the interplay taking place.

Devaki takes his sweet time getting down and getting adjusted, shrugging out of his fur coat and laying it over one arm. It's Alida he's watching, not the grouping of people waiting for him. "Walk beside me." It's the tone of a man used to speaking an order and being obeyed, and yet his gaze makes it a request of the bluerider. Raum, meanwhile, walks ahead of his Lord, headed directly for the other Captain. There's words, but they're too low for the pair near the dragon to hear, and Raum's leading the Captain off to one side, to the apparent discomfort of his Lieutenant.

She rubbernecks her head to Devaki, green eyes shed of their goggles looking deeply into his blues as her quills prickle some. Another stiff nod for him has her bootheels in motion, nearly striking sparks from the flagstones with the force of their hammering. She waiting for some sort of shit to come down, and - since the blonde doesn't know how she fits into this scenario - she's a pegged out as a guitar string, inside. Behind them, Ilicaeth's eyes gain some flecks of orange and yellow beneath his 'lids, the blue now less than half of what it was before. Flex-flex goe those wicked scythes of claws. Once she reaches Devaki's side, the woman snaps into an automatic parade-rest...and waits in stony silence while not really looking into any eyes across from her.

He waits with what might seem an infinite amount of patience for her to join him, blue eyes calm. When she does, he finally walks towards the grouping, though under his breath he murmurs: "You aren't the guard under their anymore. You're a rider of High Reaches. You're Ilicaeth's." It may be ''Devaki'' that murmurs those words of support, but it's the ''Lord Holder'' who finally comes to a halt in front of the grouping. "Holder Kriul. Good to see you again. Do you know Alida, Ilicaeth's rider? She was kind enough to bring us down. And Lieutenant..." an apologetic shake of head, like he's forgotten the man's name. The former exile doesn't look at Raum, nor the other Captain -- the latter looks to be arguing, which seems a futile action against scowling redhead's look.

Tightly, very tensely and quietly to Devaki - with a bare minimum of lip movement - Alida notes, "Once a guard, always a guard..." though she does bob her head deeply to his words of her being Weyrfolk, and Ilicaeth's rider. If circumstances would've had her born on far away Earth, she likely would have been a Marine. Maintaining a mask of neutrality in this den of vipers is rough, but the bluerider manages it with effort, her posture slowly unstiffening from it's old, habitual stance until she's affecting a more civilian-like stand. The hint of pink spots at her pale cheeks might be from the chill, of course, but who's to know. Her lips are paled in their pressed-together, thin line, greens as hard and cold as 'Reaches granite, but otherwise, her face is dead flat as she finally stares into her former lord's eyes. She just cannot bring herself to nod, though.

Holder Kriul greets Devaki with a, "Lord Devaki, please, be welcome." He looks nervous, as much for Devaki's presence, as Raum's discussion with his own Captain, and, perhaps, Alida's presence as well. "Lieutenant Calav," he supplies, nodding to the man. It's the latter -- the Lieutenant -- that has Devaki's gaze, with a frown. "I'm instituting a policy of rotation amongst the officers. My Guard Captain, Raum, is advising Captain Calav of this, now. The Lieutenant will be given his new orders shortly, and you'll receive a replacement."

The Lieutenant in question goes red, narrowing eyes momentarily at Alida as if this might somehow be ''her'' fault. "The Captain won't let--" "'''QUIET'''!" ''that'' bark is Raum, returning to the group with Calav in tow. "You will address your Lord by his rightful title, ''when'' you are given leave to speak."

Is that noise a faint snort of amusement from Devaki? Surely not. That would be completely inappropriate for the Lord Holder to actually be enjoying this whole thing.

Blink. That's the first reaction from Alida at the words of rotation from Devaki, the woman surprised, but fighting the repercussions of such down. When the Lieutenant blurts that out, the woman narrows her eyes at him, honestly taken aback by his out-of-line delivery to his superior. Even *she* - a thorn in many sides - can understand and implement protocol. But when Calav gives her that 'this is YOUR fault' look... Behind them, Ilicaeth growls low, his youthful lack of experience telling as he expresses his rider's instant wish to throttle the other guard. Instantly, her gaze hoods, going a little distant as she deals with her lifemate, then quickly returning to the humans, as flat as ever. She notes the tail end of Devaki's soft snort, and tries not to glance over at him.

Is that, too, the faint brush of fingers briefly at her elbow, not enough to be invasive, but a subtle warning from the man at her side? Devaki doesn't look at Alida, either, though he'd probably be very interested to. "Captain Calav will be spending some time under Captain Raum at the Hold. One can always benefit from new training, and my Captain has... ''extensive'' experience." Raum is very good at smiling -- it's just that it's in no way reassuring. Holder Kriul still looks nervous and unsettled by all of this, but he's well aware of his position enough to murmur, "Of course, Lord Devaki. What a wise idea. I... I trust you'll not leave us unprotected?" Devaki's smiling reassuringly. "No, but of course not. Captain Calav won't be traveling back with us. Alida's time is far too valuable, and we can't waste it for the time for him to pack. We'd expect you at the Hold within, what...?" He looks at Raum, who grunts, "Two days." It will be a hard, hard ride to make that, and it shows in Calav's expression.

There's stiffening from her at that ghost touch from someone who not been allowed to do so, but for propriety's sake, Alida suffers it, though she stiffens when Devaki's fingers press fabric enough to indent upon her skin. Yes-yes, she's in control...mostly. The old anger is still there, under the surface, but at least it's no longer almost boiling over. The only indication of any emotion by the woman when Calav is told he'll be spending time under Raum's kind tutelage is a savage widening of her eyes for a moment, word of his upcoming, hard ride then producing a flare of her nostrils. Fitting...especially given that he sent her off to the Weyr in the middle of the Winter. Perhaps Calav was hoping she'd become yet another casualty of the forbidding climate...but fortune can be quite fickle. And yet, thoughts of that brutal ride have the blonde turning her head aside just enough so that she can once again whisper - sans much lip movement - to Devaki, "That kind'a ride c'n kill the best runner. If y'd...please have another pair stationed along the way." Even now, she's thinking of lives...animal ones.

"Very good. It's all settled then." Devaki has the air of someone who believes a job is well done; pleased and approving. "I'd take advantage of your hospitality, Holder Kriul, but Alida's been accommodating enough to wait for us--" the words, and the gesture towards the bluerider give him an excuse to take in Alida's measure for a moment. Surprise suffuses his expression briefly at her whisper -- the faint tip of head acknowledgement of her suggestion. "Shall we, Alida?" a gesture inviting ''her'' to proceed ''him'' back to Ilicaeth's side, which is completely against protocol, and likely completely deliberate on his part.

She appears just a little gruff at Devaki's expression of surprise - the look of a cat who falls ingracefully: nothing to see here - Alida then appearing rather edgy about being asked to precede the Lord. Not wanting to look as if she's 'disobeying,' the bluerider at first does so, but she lags, quickly enough drawing alongside of her superior. Once they're far enough away, the blonde notes with a soft sigh, "I suppose I should thank ya'... But somethin' tells me this'll likely require...payment back." She's not trying to sound insulting, the pragmatic guard simply telling it like it is. Still, she's wincing a little at her own temerity.

"No payment," Devaki is quick to dissuade her guess, and his tone is oddly cheerful, too, as he draws alongside her, walking easily. "You have a good gut instinct, and I trust that. That den needed some sweeping. Besides, it gives Raum a new toy to occupy him for a time." Speaking of, the redhead's crept up silently behind them at some point, close enough to hear. "He'll be fun," the other says.

She still looks unconvinced, but all Alida can do is take Devaki at his word, the bluie then quickly looking down at her hands, and realizing that she's dug her short nails into the leather of her pants deep enough to put solid indentations into them. Retracting her 'claws,' then slowly working out stiff fingers, the blonde can't help but nodding firmly at the Holder's words, her head then turning as they walk back to the once-more blue-eyed Ilicaeth to let her see just where Raum is. It's habit...and - given the faint creepiness vibe she gets from the Captain of Devaki's guard - likely self-preservation. In a sudden burst of hatred for her former Lieutenant, the woman notes aside to Raum in brisk tones, "He's got a tendency ta' feint left before comin' in low. Watch out fer a knife switch, though 'e's primarily a righty. Don't go fer 'is nuggets unless ya' c'n get in a rapid three kicks; y'll need 'em all."

Devaki's certainly not unaware of Alida's doubt, but he's nice enough not to draw attention to it. Instead, he says, "Shall we go home? You're welcome to eat with us in the Hold, if you wish, Alida. I'm sure Haibroth would love the company for a time." There's a smirk, but Raum's never been one to turn down a tip, and Alida's words are answered with a nod as they reach Ilicaeth.

For a moment, she's heavily leaning towards saying 'no' to his offer, given how poorly the rest of her compatriots at the Weyr are eating, given the little incident with two short-sighted bronzers. But today is something of a celebration for the woman, and fuckitall, she's going to have a truly decent meal to remember it by... "Thanks fer offerin'. Ilicaeth like chattin' it up..." Indeed, the blue's tail is wriggling again, given how rarely he gets to speak to his brethren outside the Weyr, and when he dips down to provide easier access to his straps for everyone, there's a hint of eagerness in his motions and in the swirl of eyes that someone used to noting dragon tics could pick up on. And, while they're all getting situated atop the blue's thicker neck, Alida can't help but add around a hint of a chill smirk to Raum, "By the way, I'm the one who broke 'is nose fer the first time. He's really testy about havin' 'is pretty boy face outta' alignment." Hoo man, she has it *in* for the bastard.

"Good, good. You should meet my wife, Issedi -- I don't know that the two of you got a chance to meet at the Weyr?" Devaki seems pleased by her acceptance, stepping towards the blue and making to climb up. It really can't be said that Devaki's a reader of dragons -- of people, yes -- but dragons remain a mystery to the former exile. Meanwhile, Raum's smirking at ''that'' bit of information. "You could visit, help teach him a lesson, girl." There's a note in the other's voice that is, oddly, full of ''lust'', and it draws his Lord's gaze around for a long moment. "Best not," Devaki intervenes, "Given everything. Rest assured, he'll be ''well'' taken care of, Alida."

"Saw 'er in passin', that's about it," Alida notes of Issedi to her husband, Alida taking her time checking everyone's straps, and her own gear. Wouldn't do to lose her passengers to a sudden fall. "As long as she c'n deal with another woman who doesn't get off on talk about children 'n knitting, we're likely good." Yes; when needed, Alida can manage to play nice. She's glancing back again at Raum when that note of lust creeps into his voice - something in her green eyes expressing some recognition of it for a moment - and soon noting to him (after Devaki makes his wishes known), "I'm certain that he'll not learn 'is lesson well enough, 'n someday I'll need ta break somethin' else uv 'is again... boy." Tit for tat. A sigh is offered up to the Lord's last words before they ascend, her murmur of, "I hope at least the other people, gals uv lower rank in Pars' barracks'll have a more even chance than I did," reaching Devaki's ears only. And then, quickly enough, they're being tossed skyward again, and back in a minute plus three heartbeats above High Reaches Hold, where real food, a little socializing, and perhaps some honest conversation are to be had.

"Uhh, well--" the long pause that follows from Devaki might well suggest the bluerider's just mentioned the two favorite topics of his wife. "Perhaps I'll seat you next to someone who'll be a more suitable conversationalist." Raum might be clearing his throat, but his Lord knows him too well and is pointedly ignoring him. It might be lost on the wind, it might not, but as the blue launches skyward, the former exile assures the rider: "You have my word." True to his word, he seats Alida next to a grizzly older guard -- there's certainly plenty to talk about there, and the man's far less lecherous than the other, who no doubt watches despite his Lord's warning.

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Logs:The Playdate

2013-07-03T07:39:49Z

Devaki: Created page with "{{ Log | who = Devaki, Madilla, Vinien, Dilan, Lilabet, Issedi | where = High Reaches Hold | what = Devaki and Madilla's children have have their playdate. | when = Day 23, Mo..."

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| where = High Reaches Hold
| what = Devaki and Madilla's children have have their playdate.
| when = Day 23, Month 2, Turn 32
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It had been awkward, at first. Issedi made herself pointedly absent, and refused to let Sealene attend. Devaki had decided it would be nice to take them on a tour of the Hold proper, to see the differences with the Weyr. The fireheights, in particular, seemed to entertain them: Lily was delighted with the drums and talked about how she wanted to be a harper (or a greenrider, or ''both'').

Dilan, when gently quizzed, said he wanted to be a brownrider, although he didn't seem entirely adverse to the idea of a craft, either. The boy was distracted with P'ken's Haibroth the entire time on the fireheights, raptly fascinated by the brown dragon.

Would it be better for a son of his to be a dragonrider? Or a crafter? Dragonriders, Devaki reflected, rarely held any measurable power unless they Impressed a metallic, and yet hard work could prove rewarding in a craft. He wanted to ask Maddy what she thought, but he held back, feeling that she'd think he was trying to influence them too much. ''Was'' he? Maybe, but he wanted the ''best'' for all his children, and even moreso for Dilan, that he not feel slighted by his stature compared to his half-brother, heir of High Reaches.

Later, they climbed the steps to the lighthouse (Vinien riding on top of his father's shoulders the whole way up), and watched the ships, while Devaki talked of his time on the Island. He was careful to avoid anything too political -- taking his cues from his glances at Madilla -- but he made sure they knew at least the outline of his people's history.

He hoped, one day, they'd ask for more.

---

Vinien ''loved'' having an older brother. Dilan was two, nearly three Turns older than him, and as far as he was concerned, knew ''everything''.

Lily, though, was ''way'' too bossy. He was determined not to let Sealene boss him around like that.

One day, when he was Lord Holder like his daddy, ''he'' would get to boss people around.

---

Later, after Madilla, Dilan and Lily left and the kids were put to bed, Devaki went into his quarters. Issedi was there, propped up in bed, doing some sewing. It was only when he approached the bed that she gave him a ''look'' that caught him off guard enough to stop in his tracks.

He wondered what she'd do if he just got into bed. It'd been ''sevens'' since he'd told her: she didn't have a right to be mad anymore, did she?

While he stood there, though, Issedi moved, stretching over to yank the furs off his side of the bed and pile them up on top of her, before turning her back to him.

With a sigh, Devaki moved towards the couch, unfolding the blanket that rested on the back of it.

Having a wife wasn't supposed to be like this.

Ruling a Hold was much easier.

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Devaki

2013-06-29T08:01:19Z

Devaki:

{{exiles
|picture=dev.jpg
|name=Devaki
|position=Lord Holder of [[:Category: High Reaches Hold|High Reaches Hold]]
|mother=deceased
|father=deceased
|siblings=[[Evali]] (-3 T) Kiami (-5 T, deceased) [[Iolene]] (half-sister) [[Tomaeran]] (cousin) [[Jaques]] (cousin)
|children=Dilan, by [[Madilla]] Vinien, by [[Issedi]] Sealene, by [[Issedi]]
|friends=[[Issedi]], wife Xoami, best friend Viremi, grandfather [[Raum]], Guard Captain [[Braeden]], brother-in-law [[Rilka]], adviser, influencer
|playedby=[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matt_Barr Matt Barr]
|livejournal=[http://devaki-nc.livejournal.com/ devaki-nc]}}

== Prologue ==
There was a time when he'd dreamed of bigger and better things. Of seeing new wonders on the islands, of bringing change to the inhabitants, finding buried treasure, or a nearby island with plentiful resources, of maybe, just maybe, bringing his people freedom and returning to their place in society. And claiming his place in the family - he had a strong case, a solid ancestry. He had always been careful to keep that, just as his father had, and his father, and his great grand-father, who had been exiled by Lord Beradin.

There were times where he dreamed of living a simple life, finding a wife, settling down. But he'd seen the charts. He'd done the ancestry again and again. He was Blooded and deserved to marry high and profitably for his family. Whichever way he traced the genealogy, it was clear: there were no good matches for him that weren't on the edge of being interbred. He often wondered if he should, anyway. To keep their Bloodline alive. But what if the child was born wrong? They had rustic at best knowledge of midwifery.

He could marry someone much older than him. Maybe. But there was risk in diluting the Blood, too.

The Blood mattered here.

He was their Guardian, the protector of their minds. It was easy to lose your sanity in this place, and he kept them sane. But he did wonder, sometimes, how to kept himself sane. His father had failed at that. And it was his duty as the eldest son to take up the reins.

== Description ==
There is no modesty, no self-consciousness about this young man, only a sureness of self and purpose. He has a perpetually unkempt look about him, no doubt in great part due to dark blond hair that will never quite sit flat or in the one spot. His chin is just sky of being square; eyes are deep-set and a light blue, his skin refusing to darken despite long hours spent outdoors. He is a person of perpetual motion, rarely sitting still. He's dressed in finery befitting a Lord, sporting the knot of High Reaches Hold. In contrast to his clothes, an oddly simple, small beltknife hangs from one of the loops.

== Background ==
Devaki is the great-grandson of Dinami, the third son of then-Lord-Beradin's half brother Radiel and his wife Mimet. Dinami had been trained as a healer, and specialised in mindhealing. He had no wish to Hold, and no intent to rule; he simply supported his eldest brother Henret, and as a consequence, he and his entire family were exiled to the island.

While their knowledge of healing faded, they attempted to keep as much knowledge as possible within the family, particularly of mindhealing. Dinami's descendants have always played a strong role within the island, serving on the Council of Elders, and they keep a close watch on the lineages, often strongly advising potential matches to be broken for fear of the dwindling diversity in the bloodline.

Both Devaki's parents died during the Turns of the comet pass. Viremi, his grandfather, served on the Council, leaving the duty of protecting and maintaining the island's lineages to Devaki.

Since being rescued by the High Reaches Weyr riders, Devaki has made no secret of his intent to restore his family's lineage to its rightful place and, by extent, provide a place for all the exiles to belong on the mainland. To this end, he has recruited the Other, [[Raum]], to assist him with his investigations and the more untidy aspects of such an endeavor.

On day 23, month 6 of Turn 26, Raum and Devaki went missing, shortly after the death of the former exile Seani. His whereabouts were unknown for the best part of two Turns. Most recently, however, during month 9 of Turn 28, he has surfaced at High Reaches Hold, the new Lord Holder [[Braeden]] having announced his impending marriage to his sister, [[Issedi]], as well as acknowledging the Blood rights of the Exiles. How much influence Devaki had on these series of events remains to be seen, though many are blaming him for the dissolution of the engagement between Issedi and [[Aughan]].

Devaki and Issedi were married at a lavish ceremony at High Reaches Hold on day 25, month 6 of turn 29, at the height of summer. Their marriage was, perhaps, upstaged by the announcement of Lord Braeden and [[Yuliye]] of Crom's marriage. Four months after the wedding, Devaki and Issedi announced that the latter was pregnant, with the child Vinien, a son, born in month 2 of Turn 30.

Late in Turn 30, Devaki, Issedi and Vinien along with their entourage including nanny Diendra, lady-in-waiting [[Hana]], and bodyguard [[Raum]] arrived at High Reaches Weyr. Supposedly sent to oversee some works on the road between Hold and Weyr, the group remained for three months. Rumors had it they were sent to keep an eye on the divided and rocky leadership of High Reaches Weyr, though whether they took any advantage of that is anyone's guess. All that is known is that, when Lady [[Edeline]]'s purported heir Impressed at the hatching, the High Reaches Hold contingent departed soon after, though Hana, strangely, remained.

Devaki, along with his wife, was known to be at Tillek Hold during months 6 and 7 of Turn 31, there to cement and witness the wedding of Lady Edeline's eldest step-daughter, Carilee, to his cousin, [[Tomaeran]]. It was there, too, that rumors of Lady Issedi's second pregnancy began to surface. Over the next several months, Devaki spent a good deal of time outside the Hold, often seen with dragons of the Weyr. It was also around then that Devaki learned of his four-Turn old son, Dilan, by [[Madilla]]. On day 26, month 10 of Turn 31, Issedi gave birth to their daughter, Sealene.

During the autumn harvest festival on day 18, month 11 of Turn 31, it was announced that Braeden had stepped down as Lord Holder (owing, rumor had it, to the fact that he had yet to produce an heir, or the ''desire'' to do so), and Devaki was confirmed as his successor by the Conclave of Holders. Unfortunately, his big moment was ruined by the attempted attack of pirates on one of the trader ships in High Reaches water, foiled by the presence of a wing of weyrling riders from the Weyr.

In the middle of month 12 of Turn 31, two weyrlings [[Logs:Not_Being_Smart|infiltrated High Reaches Hold]] posing as Harpers there to question the pirates being held in the Hold's dungeons. Devaki appears to have used this as an excuse to limit access to his territory by High Reaches riders, and the day before Turn's End, High Reaches Hold's tithe arrived with only a third of it's usual share, attributed directly to this event. Although there was some back-and-forth about whether the tithe would be accepted -- addressed as it was to Glacier Wing -- in the end the meager supplies ended up in the Weyr's supplies.

Some time early in month 2 of Turn 32, it begins to be known publicly that Dilan is Devaki's son by [[Madilla]]. Whether this will affect the rocky relationship between Hold and Weyr -- for good or ill -- remains to be seen.

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* [High Reaches] Devaki NEEDS A DOG, GUIZ.
* [High Reaches] Azaylia thinks.
* [High Reaches] K'del: You dooooo.
* [High Reaches] K'del: Something obsessed with lineage.
* [High Reaches] Devaki haha!
* [High Reaches] K'del: A show dog!
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/pembroke_welsh_corgi/images/wallcoo.com_Pembroke_Welsh_Corgi_picture_85520.jpg
* [High Reaches] Azaylia: Because, corgis were favored by royalty.
* [High Reaches] Devaki: Meanwhile, while I'm searching for a photo, this caption: A BBC documentary showed how some of Britain's most popular dogs are plagued with health problems caused by decades of inbreeding. --SHUT UP BBC YOU DON'T KNOW ME.

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