Post by Rae Moonsilver on Jan 6, 2007 9:25:10 GMT -5
In preface it must be said that she should have died long ago. Mind singing with the adrenaline of the fight with Kerrinne she left the field of battle before getting her wounds tended properly to. In fact had her warhorse not had the sense he had in taking her out of the mountains and towards ShadowSpire Keep with speed she most likely would have bled out before she was found. She simply did not feel the wound until she was riding across the flat plain of high grass dotted with crimson poppies that would lead her to the Keep that her twin called home. Like many of the keeps built in this land it had been built atop ruins left behind by the Paragons that had once called this land their home and perhaps only Zayre truly knew what secrets lay locked beneath it waiting and biding their time until it was for them to be discovered.
So whether it was fate or provenance she had been spotted and stopped nearly home as the hot blood washed out of her and she realized that perhaps she was in more trouble than she had at first thought. The one who stopped her was handsome and concerned, the son of one of the great names of Rhydin who had professed on more than one occasion his admiration for her beauty. He was a Sidhe it was said and she was not immune to his charms though she did not think her heart could ever be his because of her dark secret. There was only one that she could truly love with abandon and that was her husband Mintiper Moonsilver who had left her after the birth of their son Donovan whilst she carried their daughter Collette, the second daughter and the third child for the pair. Her dark secret of course being that not only had she been bitten by Mintiper but that she let him do so of her own free will, and some said that act had tainted her and made her into something other than what she was.
Mintiper of course was known to be a monster, a creature of the shadows and a wanderer of the outer darkness. He was known widely throughout the realms for the deeds that bloodied his hands, known for what he had become, a vampire. Most, even those that had known him beforehand, forgot that beneath the reality of the blood drinker there was the remainder of what he had been, a half-elf poet with the soul of a Bladesinger. She however, never forgot. She never forgot his kindness to her, his smiles when she had come to visit Kanali and found Mintiper with him at the table. She had been so new then, freshly returned to Rhydin after her long absence when her Lord Dorian Sinda had died, and had virtually no friends and certainly none from her past had come forward to embrace her once more. So despite the crimson that coated his deft hands, the lifeblood of others spilt to keep his marble skin from going utterly white as snow, she saw beyond the name of monster and reached with her hands and heart for the spark of goodness that might remain in his breast.
For in her arms due to the nature of a boon from Yrtalien he was warm and alive, and thus able to conceive with her their children. Perhaps in those moments as well he was free from the burden of sin or found some ease of his heart for there were many such moments and she freely gave of all she was to him, heart, soul, body, blood. All were his in a way that none other had had them and to her that was precisely how it should have been between them. She had made a decision as well, that when their children had grown and did no longer need her to nurture and care for them, that she would take another leap of faith if he wished it and she would join with him forever not only in marriage but in the Night and Darkness just as he was. Yet things had happened which separated husband and wife, caused by the plots of Dolcenaya and Kairan to steal Donovan to make of him a pawn for their wicked grab for power. Mintiper had in the course of this slain her father Kairan and while he knew she held him blameless others did not and he chose to leave her rather than further color her with his taint.
She understood but missed him sorely, his rare visits to her in the depths of the night precious to her as breath itself. When he came to her she forgot all else and in those days his ring never left her hand, the black diamond winking there like a promise. Yet others did desire her despite her devotions but is that not the way of the world? And thus it was that when he found her there in that field and she passed out from lack of blood that Shalanthasa chose to save her … for himself. He worked with great passion and magic to heal her body and make her perfect, to make her Sidhe like himself. Yet in his workings there came a twist, hubris come to punishment as it oft times did. What woke in the Dream Realm was a pure form, a pure and beautiful Sidhe body given the face and demeanor of the Ithil’Quessir that had been brought there so sorely wounded. Yet she woke confused and afraid, not knowing herself for long days. All the things that had marked her had gone save for those that the Sidhe felt she wanted. So her tattoos remained and her scars were erased and eventually she came back into the true waking world surer of herself, memories returned.
Yet was it not true that there remained a strange distance in her to her old friends, her blood family? Emotions that had been so strong were now vague, and memories that had been crystal clear were gazed at as if through gauze. Her children with Mintiper were the first to feel the sting of the changes though they would not be the last, not by far. The Sidhe parted ways with Shalanthasa because while he had made her for himself, she was a Queene and beyond him, a different type of Sidhe altogether due to the power of the Lords of Air and Dark who had not liked one of their handmaidens tampered with so. Yrtalien was the Lord of Dark Romance after all, and he had approved of her choice of mate in Mintiper with the fashion he granted her boon. So why would it be surprising that he did what he did? Of course it was not, though none knew it for many long years. In the waking mortal plane the Sidhe grew sure of herself and her powers at long last and gathered together her Court, the Court of Blood and Thorns. She bonded completely with the twin sister in ways that perhaps the Ithil’Quessir never could have, and the land under her prospered as she gave it to the Eldest son to be crowned High King. There were other children, and a bright love that led her perhaps from the path she could have chosen with a Sidhe Prince at her side, yet the Sidhe did indeed choose it.
All the while, she slept. She slept and dreamed undisturbed for the most part in a secret place in the Dream Realm. It was a place that had been made years ago by her own dreams, a cemetery that she had come to sing in, to sing to Mintiper and show him their daughter Ysabeau safe from those that wanted to harm them all. For in dreams they had often met back then, all due to the blessings of Yrtalien. So in the place hidden yet known she slept, waiting for the day she would wake in his arms once more while the Sidhe continued life with her face and part of her name, a sliver of soul connecting them. That sliver had allowed the Sidhe to draw upon the precognitive powers she possessed, though there had been a grim price for it, the scars which were duplicated upon that scarless form and the memories of how each had come to be. That was the price, and it was wise perhaps that the Sidhe had been forbidden to use that power for who knew if it would kill her, or take back that bit of soul? Her Sidhe soul had grown of course and the loss of that bit might not harm her, but it was that bit that let her believe she was the person they all thought she was.
In Dreaming Jausserande Moonsilver, the wife of the vampire Mintiper Moonsilver slept.
So whether it was fate or provenance she had been spotted and stopped nearly home as the hot blood washed out of her and she realized that perhaps she was in more trouble than she had at first thought. The one who stopped her was handsome and concerned, the son of one of the great names of Rhydin who had professed on more than one occasion his admiration for her beauty. He was a Sidhe it was said and she was not immune to his charms though she did not think her heart could ever be his because of her dark secret. There was only one that she could truly love with abandon and that was her husband Mintiper Moonsilver who had left her after the birth of their son Donovan whilst she carried their daughter Collette, the second daughter and the third child for the pair. Her dark secret of course being that not only had she been bitten by Mintiper but that she let him do so of her own free will, and some said that act had tainted her and made her into something other than what she was.
Mintiper of course was known to be a monster, a creature of the shadows and a wanderer of the outer darkness. He was known widely throughout the realms for the deeds that bloodied his hands, known for what he had become, a vampire. Most, even those that had known him beforehand, forgot that beneath the reality of the blood drinker there was the remainder of what he had been, a half-elf poet with the soul of a Bladesinger. She however, never forgot. She never forgot his kindness to her, his smiles when she had come to visit Kanali and found Mintiper with him at the table. She had been so new then, freshly returned to Rhydin after her long absence when her Lord Dorian Sinda had died, and had virtually no friends and certainly none from her past had come forward to embrace her once more. So despite the crimson that coated his deft hands, the lifeblood of others spilt to keep his marble skin from going utterly white as snow, she saw beyond the name of monster and reached with her hands and heart for the spark of goodness that might remain in his breast.
For in her arms due to the nature of a boon from Yrtalien he was warm and alive, and thus able to conceive with her their children. Perhaps in those moments as well he was free from the burden of sin or found some ease of his heart for there were many such moments and she freely gave of all she was to him, heart, soul, body, blood. All were his in a way that none other had had them and to her that was precisely how it should have been between them. She had made a decision as well, that when their children had grown and did no longer need her to nurture and care for them, that she would take another leap of faith if he wished it and she would join with him forever not only in marriage but in the Night and Darkness just as he was. Yet things had happened which separated husband and wife, caused by the plots of Dolcenaya and Kairan to steal Donovan to make of him a pawn for their wicked grab for power. Mintiper had in the course of this slain her father Kairan and while he knew she held him blameless others did not and he chose to leave her rather than further color her with his taint.
She understood but missed him sorely, his rare visits to her in the depths of the night precious to her as breath itself. When he came to her she forgot all else and in those days his ring never left her hand, the black diamond winking there like a promise. Yet others did desire her despite her devotions but is that not the way of the world? And thus it was that when he found her there in that field and she passed out from lack of blood that Shalanthasa chose to save her … for himself. He worked with great passion and magic to heal her body and make her perfect, to make her Sidhe like himself. Yet in his workings there came a twist, hubris come to punishment as it oft times did. What woke in the Dream Realm was a pure form, a pure and beautiful Sidhe body given the face and demeanor of the Ithil’Quessir that had been brought there so sorely wounded. Yet she woke confused and afraid, not knowing herself for long days. All the things that had marked her had gone save for those that the Sidhe felt she wanted. So her tattoos remained and her scars were erased and eventually she came back into the true waking world surer of herself, memories returned.
Yet was it not true that there remained a strange distance in her to her old friends, her blood family? Emotions that had been so strong were now vague, and memories that had been crystal clear were gazed at as if through gauze. Her children with Mintiper were the first to feel the sting of the changes though they would not be the last, not by far. The Sidhe parted ways with Shalanthasa because while he had made her for himself, she was a Queene and beyond him, a different type of Sidhe altogether due to the power of the Lords of Air and Dark who had not liked one of their handmaidens tampered with so. Yrtalien was the Lord of Dark Romance after all, and he had approved of her choice of mate in Mintiper with the fashion he granted her boon. So why would it be surprising that he did what he did? Of course it was not, though none knew it for many long years. In the waking mortal plane the Sidhe grew sure of herself and her powers at long last and gathered together her Court, the Court of Blood and Thorns. She bonded completely with the twin sister in ways that perhaps the Ithil’Quessir never could have, and the land under her prospered as she gave it to the Eldest son to be crowned High King. There were other children, and a bright love that led her perhaps from the path she could have chosen with a Sidhe Prince at her side, yet the Sidhe did indeed choose it.
All the while, she slept. She slept and dreamed undisturbed for the most part in a secret place in the Dream Realm. It was a place that had been made years ago by her own dreams, a cemetery that she had come to sing in, to sing to Mintiper and show him their daughter Ysabeau safe from those that wanted to harm them all. For in dreams they had often met back then, all due to the blessings of Yrtalien. So in the place hidden yet known she slept, waiting for the day she would wake in his arms once more while the Sidhe continued life with her face and part of her name, a sliver of soul connecting them. That sliver had allowed the Sidhe to draw upon the precognitive powers she possessed, though there had been a grim price for it, the scars which were duplicated upon that scarless form and the memories of how each had come to be. That was the price, and it was wise perhaps that the Sidhe had been forbidden to use that power for who knew if it would kill her, or take back that bit of soul? Her Sidhe soul had grown of course and the loss of that bit might not harm her, but it was that bit that let her believe she was the person they all thought she was.
In Dreaming Jausserande Moonsilver, the wife of the vampire Mintiper Moonsilver slept.