To trust with a matter so precious

Description: Sorcha

Tiarnán

    Green to Gray
  • Priest Prince
  • Played By: Mischief

    First Escort, Territory Court
    Dea al Mon Kaeleer
    2 Posts    26 marks
To trust with a matter so precious
« on: May 04, 2019, 11:57:21 PM »
"Papa?" The small voice broke in on the quiet reverie he'd fallen into as their coach made it's landing approach, circling the landing web one last time before it settled.

Tiarnán looked down at the bright eyes and worried expression of his young daughter. She was dressed in the same gown she had worn to her Birthright three days before, freshly pressed and cleaned of sticky handprints and crumbs. "Yes, witchlet?" His voice was warm and soothing by nature trending towards the bass end of a tenor tone.

Yrwen wrinkled her nose at him, as she often did at the nickname he used for her. After all, she would insist to anyone who listened, she was a Big Girl now, and beyond such silly things. She absently pet the Rose stone settled about her throat on a gold chain as she asked, for about the thousandth time, "Do you think the Queen will like me?"

Tiar bit back a chuckle. It wasn't like his daughter to be nervous; she was still firmly entrenched in the fearless invincibility of youth. Nor was she a shy girl. But at some point, she had taken it into her tiny head that if Sorcha didn't like her, she might be sent away. And as much fun as her grandmothers were, they could hardly keep up with a girl her age, a fact which she had concluded on her own. Tiarnán knew this meant that she often kept herself more restrained than was ner nature and while discipline was good for a child... repression was not. This uncertainty was clear evidence that she had been feeling the weight of burdens that were not and should never have been hers to carry.

"Yes, Yrwen. I really do. Pinky promise." He held out the offered digit, crooked in the eternal offer of the most sacred and unbreakable oath of childhood. She chewed her lip a minute and then took his pinky with her own, 'shaking' on it three times. "But you know, even if it seems like she's cross, it's isn't because of you. Sometimes, you see, Queens get cross at their males for things they feel they must do. Sometimes males get cross at their Queens, too, though, so it's fair."

The coach landed and their quiet conversation came to an end. He stepped out and helped her down, scooping her onto his shoulders and spinning her around. Once she was giggling and holding on for dear life, he stopped spinning and set her down. 

Tiar settled up his account with the Coach driver, and then turned and offered his hand to his daughter. Beginning the walk up to the residence, he reached out, spear to distaff, and called to his Queen.

*Sorcha? I'm back from my trip home. Are you busy at the moment, my Lady? There's someone I would very much like for you to meet.* Excitement, worry, concern, and happiness all danced upon the connection of their bond.

Sorcha o Naur

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: Jenn

    Queen of Dea al Mon
    Dea al Mon Kaeleer
    9 Posts    133 marks
Re: To trust with a matter so precious
« Reply #1 on: May 12, 2019, 12:40:08 PM »

Warlord Princes and webs were on her mind. A warlord prince met in the woods and Sorcha could not decide if he was who Isolde's webs spoke of. Seated in her drawing room, she thought and schemed and planned. She needed to get the shield down and prepare her people to step out the darkness. There were rumors. Rumors of a man who had been there when the shield had been erected but they were merely rumors, they only long lived man she could find was a fully broken Hayllian. One who was a shadow of his former self if the stories were to be believed.

Mundane things turned her fingers, needled flying as she created a masterpiece. A master piece in her opinion anyway. A blanket to be gifted to one of her maids. The woman was pregnant and the grouchiest thing she had ever met, but Sorcha adored the cross woman all the same. Being unable to use her jewels and the pain was enough for Sorcha to be glad she did not have the same problem. She wouldn't mind a child of her own but not now. Not until everything was over. Not until she had won this war.

A happy touch on the green and Sorcha opened her psyche to her first escort. *Tiar! I'm so glad you made it safely. Come, I'm in the drawing room and your visitor is very welcome!* she basked in the emotions that drifted down their bond. Tiarnan. One of the first to be heartbonded to her. Not just bloodbonded. But bonded in a deeper way, she adored the man and appreciated his jewel strength. Jewel strength that would serve her well.

She set her knitting aside as she waited for Tiar and his visitor. She wondered who it could be. Had her first escort found someone to love? Marry? Now wouldn't that be interesting.




Tiarnán

    Green to Gray
  • Priest Prince
  • Played By: Mischief

    First Escort, Territory Court
    Dea al Mon Kaeleer
    2 Posts    26 marks
Re: To trust with a matter so precious
« Reply #2 on: June 07, 2019, 09:24:57 AM »
Tiarnán smiled at his Queen's welcoming touch against his thoughts. She was nearly always happy to see him, a fact that never failed to make him feel warmly towards her. Not all males and their Queens got on as well as he and Sorcha did, Bonded or no. But Sorcha? For him, she was easy; easy as a summer day, the sister he'd never had.

Of course... if it turned out she was angry with him, they could fight like only siblings could as well. He steeled himself for that possibility.

Hand in hand he and Yrwen made their way towards the drawing room. Tiar pointed out some sights along the way, and, knowing how much she liked flowers, approached the drawing room the long way 'round so he could take her through the gardens. With a wink, he tucked a small spray of winter jasmine behind her ear, and plucked a handful of primrose, pansy, hellebores, and witch-hazel. Flowers, he figured, never hurt.

"Alright, Witchlet. The Lady awaits."

"Papa!" Yrwen scoffs, but takes his hand again. "Alright. I'm ready." She eyed her father in a way that made it clear that she knew he was the one stalling.

Rueful chuckle escaping his lips, he shook his head and lead the way. "Fair enough, Wennie. Fair enough."

Tiar led his daughter inside and up the stairs, flowers clutched in one hand, tiny fingers clasping the other. Knuckles rapping on the doorframe, he called out, "It's me," Before he opened the door.

He stepped in, drawing a suddenly shy Yrwen in behind him. "Yrwen, I would like you to meet Queen Sorcha o'Naur." He bowed. "My Queen, I would very much like to introduce you to the young Lady Yrwen... who I have the singular honor of introducing as my Daughter." Bashful, hopeful, yearning smile on his own face, he offered Sorcha the small bouquet of flowers to punctuate the introduction as Yrwen offered an only slightly unpracticed curtsy.

Sorcha o Naur

    Blood Opal to Red
  • Black Widow Queen
  • Played By: Jenn

    Queen of Dea al Mon
    Dea al Mon Kaeleer
    9 Posts    133 marks
Re: To trust with a matter so precious
« Reply #3 on: June 26, 2019, 10:52:44 PM »
She wouldn't say she'd waited patiently for Tiar to join her, if she did Sorcha would be a bald-faced liar and her toe tapped a little impatiently. She loved when Tiar was in residence, he was a rock and a source of confidence for the woman when she sorely lacked it. The fight with her cousin, the attempt to bring the shield down and trying to keep the people's love was exhausting and draining, more often than not Sorcha didn't feel like the all-powerful queen she portrayed outwardly. It did her heart good to be surrounded in Tiar's bond.

"Enter!" she called even as the man in question turned the knob and entered her chambers. Eyes narrowed slightly as she raked over him to ensure his health, gentle threads of her opal to soothe. She was never very good at the soothing but she tried nonetheless. She could sense the nerves on Tiarnan and she didn't want him to be nervous. Especially with the tiny little girl he hauled in behind him. A precious bright-eyed and blond haired girl child. She studied her as tendrils of craft drifted over the pair, soothing and calming where she could.

She was a stunning little girl and for a moment Sorcha's arms itched to hold her own child. Would hers be just as delightful? Just as pretty as this youngling? She blinked away bright tears from her eyes. To cry now would cheapen the man's offering. She knew it had taken much for her First Escort to bring this child, his child before her. She would have words with him for waiting so long to bring her into the court and Sorcha was already making plans to ensure her safety. A few of the Black Guard would be just fine with the duty, none would deny her.

"She is beautiful Tiar," she said softly as she moved the knitting onto the side table and stood to take the flowers from her First Escort. Bright curls and bright eyes stamped the child. She had the look of her father about her, Sorcha thought as she moved to stand in front of the young Dea al Mon girl. A secret grin was thrown towards the girl as Sorcha sank into a curtsy that would have done her grandmother proud. "The honor, Young Yrwen, is all mine." Standing gracefully, she held out her hand to the girl and to Tiarnan, "Come, Tiar you must tell me all of it. And young Yrwen you will tell me your favorite colors and animals. Perhaps there may be a gift in this conversation some where."
 

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