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Little Curiosities - Hazel - 06-11-2019
RE: Little Curiosities - Delah - 06-11-2019 [say]"All of it. I want every record of sickness."[/say] Delah says in a voice that sounds like leaves rolling across a dry branch. Even in this place, the Undercroft where many of their most valuable secrets are kept, Delah does not speak the common tongue. She uses instead the language of the Fae, of the trees and the earth. Her words are like tangible things, her orders absolute. Immediately one of the curators is escorted out by a number of Delah's soldiers and the war chief is left simply to wait. Crossing her arms and turning to survey those within, Delah's eyes alight upon a figure that she does not know well. Hazel. Those with physical limitations such as those that the younger fae have are one of the main reasons that Delah has remained as determined and militaristic in her thinking; to keep safe those who cannot fight for themselves. It is why she awakes each morning, why she stays awake into the wee hours of the night. They can call her a tyrant, a predator, hostile, but at the end of the day, her family—all of them—are safe. [say]"Reading anything interesting?"[/say] Delah asks dryly, wings folded tightly behind her back. Though for all of her predatory prowess, today her moss-green eyes are kind, her youthful face almost soft as she peers at Hazel. RE: Little Curiosities - Hazel - 06-14-2019
RE: Little Curiosities - Delah - 06-14-2019 Because the fae cannot lie, instead of listening for falsehoods they are more likely to listen for inaccuracies of answers, for responses that don't quite match what was asked. With Hazel however, despite how little Delah knows of her, the war chief is not concerned. There is also the fact that she doesn't care much. [say]"Mmm."[/say] Delah agrees with a wry smile. [say]"They almost did."[/say] Coming to peer over Hazel's shoulder at the words written on the ageing parchment, the war chief tilts her head thoughtfully. [say]"It is why they were placed in that barrier to begin with. To isolate the disease."[/say] Raising a brow at the younger woman's show of empathy, Delah merely shrugs at the emotion, her face like etched marble in its vagueness. [say]"It was a human problem, and so it was a human-based solution and isolation. It was not merely chance that none of our kind were within the barrier when it was created. I suppose it was a kindness of sort, that Mort sent Ludo within to deal with their deaths."[/say] Another casual shrug. [say]"And now that the barrier has fallen already they are up to their own tricks."[/say] She adds with the beginnings of a scowl. [say]"What has you so interested in this now? Merely the fall of the barrier?"[/say] RE: Little Curiosities - Hazel - 06-15-2019
RE: Little Curiosities - Delah - 06-20-2019 [say]"Mmm."[/say] Delah intones, her hum like gravel. [say]"They do indeed."[/say] The warrior continues, thinking of Amalia and Jyoti and the unlikeliness of the starcalf falling from the sky at precisely the right moment to be melded against the heart of one of the barrier-folk. At the notion of any sort of duplicity on the part of the fae's teaching, Delah only shrugs. [say]"It is not that they are awful necessarily. But think of the species of beetle that once invaded the forest, relentlessly eating the trees. They were merely doing what it took to survive, but were going to kill the Greatwood in the process. An invasive species."[/say] Pulling out a chair, the war-chief sits with her wings folded tightly against her back and a glint of amusement in her verdant stare. [say]"It is why I have no problem with the exploration of our people, but why I refuse to let any of them within our village. Co-existence does not mean free reign on their part. They demand access to our archives, saying they want to learn about our ways, that they have much they could teach us. But there is an undercurrent of righteousness in it. A demand in their inquisitive natures."[/say] For a moment Delah's fingernails turn to claws that tap out a gentle rhythm across the desk. Delah shakes her head, her hair like malleable iron. [say]"I care little that they do not understand our ways. That they think me a tyrant. We are not them, and they in turn, are not us. The forest is not within their bones."[/say] RE: Little Curiosities - Hazel - 06-23-2019 The explanation handed to me is grounding. Suddenly I feel very small as I sit below the Fae woman’s stare, like a child almost, as though every word I have spoken thus far, has only served to betray the level of my ignorance further. These gentle green eyes retreat to the warm hue of the paper, burying themselves in the sanctuary of scrawled text; a furrow in the brow-line above deepens the shadow which has fallen over them and my chest expands visibly around a long, pensive breath in. ”That makes sense,” I state simply, exhaling after a while, when the images of voracious beetles finally leave me space to think. My mouth feels suddenly parched, dry. No- ...what I feel is thirst far deeper than tissue and bones. A soft hum, barely audible, rises from the back of my throat while I wonder, and then my more enlightened gaze lifts to meet the dark-haired stranger. “He told me that Arduinna led barrier-people here, into Sidhe.” Though it isn’t directly a question, the tone it rides is questioning, curious. “…and that the War Chief kidnapped others. He implied that knowledge of us, or of ours, was lost by them and that they were (are), trying to retrieve it.” RE: Little Curiosities - Delah - 07-05-2019 Delah scoffs, arms folded in a posture of incredulity and annoyance. Not at Hazel, but at the outside world. Closing her eyes, the warrior strokes the bridge of her nose as if trying to ease something which has tightened far behind her skull. Her lip curls upwards in a snarl; clearly the touches are not having their desired effect. [say]"They were captured. Two were given to the tulmhainar. If they invade our home, why should they not feed the great turtle with their memories?"[/say] Had Delah made the sacrifice to the tulmhainar seem lethal? Certainly she had. There was nothing wrong with that. [say]"It is there presence here that is killing our woods. With the barrier now, the Voice returned...the peace brokered by the gods centuries ago has been disturbed."[/say] Then, with a thoughtful twist of her lips, Delah's eyes narrowed as she regarded the girl who appeared so young—or would have to eyes belonging to anyone other than the fae. [say]"Tell me. What would you have done? Had you found them in the woods?"[/say] |