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homeless_pard) wrote2025-02-08 09:30 pm
homeless_pard) wrote2025-02-08 09:30 pm
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A firm talk
Who: Khem, Gunnora, Mattil, Ayunna, maybe Beryl
When: As soon as she's back from her trip and has put the kids to bed.
What: Talking to the gods.
Khem settled down carefully at the table, hands wrapping around a tea mug for the warmth as she very, very calmly stared across at her patron. "Please tell me."
Gunnora nodded, reaching up to grip her husband's hand tightly. She needed the comfort in the face of the sheer tragedy of this and it anchored him as there was no follower of his in this house. "We are as yet uncertain as to some things, but it seems there was a tragedy nearby and the guardsmen were searching for missing children."
"As they shouldst," Khem agreed quietly. "But such children were not in our home." The home she was afraid to go back to currently. It felt unsafe now.
"Of course," Gunnora agreed darkly. "There is a darkness at work, but the traces were far too muddled."
"I am working to trace it," Ayunna admitted, leaning against the counter and nibbling a muffin. "The hounds and I are pacing the streets in the shadows, we will see what we may."
"My thanks Huntress," Khem bowed her head briefly in gratitude. "But why is my husband not returned as he was taken mistakenly?"
Expressions on all the gods darkened and ice crept along the tea in Gunnora's cup, "a foul place where he is held. It reeks and poisons the lands."
"And we are not strong enough here to declare outright war upon it," Mattil growled, the glove on his free hand creaking as he balled it into a fist. "Their laws were writ to protect and trust the word of those who run that foul place, and so..."
"So," Khemrys hissed, eyes golden, the color they'd been for a solid day now, "they might keep my wedded lord with impunity?"
"No," Gunnora noted sharply. "But we shouldst speak to all our people here to choose a course and hunt all traces we may. If we must bring warriors to raid that foul place we will and then we shall all return home," she swore simply.
Khemrys relaxed a touch, "my thanks Lady," she breathed. "I do not wish to truly abandon this world but shouldst it come to that I will accept aid gratefully and our children will never fear such a dark place," she nodded.
"We'd prefer you not lose this realm as well," Gunnora admitted. "Hence we have yet to move. Your sworn highlord here like as not has plans that this world might bow to, we do not fully fathom all that is possible in this world or what challenges might work."
She nodded sharply, considering, "I shouldst have sought him first," she admitted quietly.
"None will ever blame you for seeing to your children first and foremost," Gunora noted sharply. Else they'd answer to her.
"I believe we will move proper to his holding," she sighed. "It will be far safer. Beryl and I may still work within the shop but I'll not have the children there." as there were...work arounds to the protective rune of her goddess it seemed.
"Those that came to your abode held naught but concern for children," Gunnora admitted quietly. "I am sorry to have so failed you my young healer."
She wished she could feel grateful that those that laid hands upon her children had good intention but...it was not an emotion she could reach at the moment. "All things have weaknesses my Lady, and Good must even as Evil does. I understand, but it will not be our home against lest my lord Jason is with us."
"Of course," Gunnora agreed quietly then tried to sip her tea, wincing as she realized she'd iced it by accident. Bah. "But I swear we will bring all who might fight for your husbands freedom at need. This world has not seen warriors such as we might bring and ward against their weaponry. So if all seems lost and it is the only way, that is the plan."
Mattil smiled darkly, "Of course my lady wife. So we all swear. My young warrior Jason will not perish in the grip of darkness."
Khem took that in then slowly hung her head and wept. She could here, where it was safe and she didn't need to be strong or wise, or even kind. The gods knew she was but a weak, finite thing. She would be well and strong enough at need, but here and now she could feel like she was bleeding from a far different pain than she was used to.
Mattil reached forward and caught a few teardrops in his palm, holding them tight, "I'll take these to your lord husband. It will help him dream of you." even if the taste would be bitter.
When: As soon as she's back from her trip and has put the kids to bed.
What: Talking to the gods.
Khem settled down carefully at the table, hands wrapping around a tea mug for the warmth as she very, very calmly stared across at her patron. "Please tell me."
Gunnora nodded, reaching up to grip her husband's hand tightly. She needed the comfort in the face of the sheer tragedy of this and it anchored him as there was no follower of his in this house. "We are as yet uncertain as to some things, but it seems there was a tragedy nearby and the guardsmen were searching for missing children."
"As they shouldst," Khem agreed quietly. "But such children were not in our home." The home she was afraid to go back to currently. It felt unsafe now.
"Of course," Gunnora agreed darkly. "There is a darkness at work, but the traces were far too muddled."
"I am working to trace it," Ayunna admitted, leaning against the counter and nibbling a muffin. "The hounds and I are pacing the streets in the shadows, we will see what we may."
"My thanks Huntress," Khem bowed her head briefly in gratitude. "But why is my husband not returned as he was taken mistakenly?"
Expressions on all the gods darkened and ice crept along the tea in Gunnora's cup, "a foul place where he is held. It reeks and poisons the lands."
"And we are not strong enough here to declare outright war upon it," Mattil growled, the glove on his free hand creaking as he balled it into a fist. "Their laws were writ to protect and trust the word of those who run that foul place, and so..."
"So," Khemrys hissed, eyes golden, the color they'd been for a solid day now, "they might keep my wedded lord with impunity?"
"No," Gunnora noted sharply. "But we shouldst speak to all our people here to choose a course and hunt all traces we may. If we must bring warriors to raid that foul place we will and then we shall all return home," she swore simply.
Khemrys relaxed a touch, "my thanks Lady," she breathed. "I do not wish to truly abandon this world but shouldst it come to that I will accept aid gratefully and our children will never fear such a dark place," she nodded.
"We'd prefer you not lose this realm as well," Gunnora admitted. "Hence we have yet to move. Your sworn highlord here like as not has plans that this world might bow to, we do not fully fathom all that is possible in this world or what challenges might work."
She nodded sharply, considering, "I shouldst have sought him first," she admitted quietly.
"None will ever blame you for seeing to your children first and foremost," Gunora noted sharply. Else they'd answer to her.
"I believe we will move proper to his holding," she sighed. "It will be far safer. Beryl and I may still work within the shop but I'll not have the children there." as there were...work arounds to the protective rune of her goddess it seemed.
"Those that came to your abode held naught but concern for children," Gunnora admitted quietly. "I am sorry to have so failed you my young healer."
She wished she could feel grateful that those that laid hands upon her children had good intention but...it was not an emotion she could reach at the moment. "All things have weaknesses my Lady, and Good must even as Evil does. I understand, but it will not be our home against lest my lord Jason is with us."
"Of course," Gunnora agreed quietly then tried to sip her tea, wincing as she realized she'd iced it by accident. Bah. "But I swear we will bring all who might fight for your husbands freedom at need. This world has not seen warriors such as we might bring and ward against their weaponry. So if all seems lost and it is the only way, that is the plan."
Mattil smiled darkly, "Of course my lady wife. So we all swear. My young warrior Jason will not perish in the grip of darkness."
Khem took that in then slowly hung her head and wept. She could here, where it was safe and she didn't need to be strong or wise, or even kind. The gods knew she was but a weak, finite thing. She would be well and strong enough at need, but here and now she could feel like she was bleeding from a far different pain than she was used to.
Mattil reached forward and caught a few teardrops in his palm, holding them tight, "I'll take these to your lord husband. It will help him dream of you." even if the taste would be bitter.