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Post by Rae Moonsilver on Aug 13, 2007 23:15:08 GMT -5
She should be furious she supposed that it had after all been so very easy for the Sidhe to step into the life she had lived and nearly died for. She after all had looked just enough like her to allay the questions about her change and she had had that shred of Ithil’Quessir soul to make even Zayre believe it was a true change and not a mere doppelganger.
It annoyed her that the Sidhe had lived her life so long that the real elfess was the one treated as the doppelganger, the outcast, and the imitation. But she would not live her life bitter now that she actually had it back despite how easy it would have been for her to rage and fume about what had happened. She should curse them all as fools for not knowing but the fair heart of her knew that the Sidhe’s magic in creating that other Rae had been nearly flawless. She herself might have been fooled, and Zayre was no fool, so it was she simply let it go.
But still it was enough that when she walked in RoseHaven now there was unease in those that saw her rather than glad greetings, even those whose memories stretched back enough to remember her before as she was now. Apparently all they really remembered had been her ties to one that they still considered a monster and she heard their whispers much the same way Ysabeau always had. It never failed to amuse her that while they had reviled her eldest daughter for being the image of her father cast in female flesh that they had embraced the son that was also dhampir and the blend of the two of them.
The Prince of RoseHaven and adored despite what these folk would have called his ‘obvious’ flaws, and a Bladesinger on top of that, yet his father was the same vampire. Rae could not understand why there was a different mindset towards Donovan Alexi than was to be had for Ysabeau or Collette. The monster was no closer to the surface in either of them yet they were still feared and whispered against. It truly did not sit well with Rae that many of those that whispered the loudest were the aging ex-guards of Shadow Guardian Keep that had come to RoseHaven as a Sanctuary when the guild closed its doors. It had been she that had offered them a place to live, and now it was she that was whispered against.
Only in Ivory Ward were those whispers stilled and all those that bore the Moonsilver name were welcomed with open arms. Irony in that of course because this had once upon a time been territory owned by the Brotherhood of Darkness, who had been her own enemies back in the day. Now it was them who welcomed her openly, giving her a safe haven and a place to rest. Here she could walk openly without having to fight the instinct to strike those that sneered at her face and whispered behind her back; here she did not walk in the shadows. Perhaps she should let go of her rage just once as she had in the old days and remind them that it was not wise to call her tainted.
But there were after all more fitting things for her to be aware of and those people were not worth the strength that would be expended to teach them a lesson they would no doubt shortly forget. Perhaps this time would be the final time she would walk under the sun with her face uncovered, she mused. Or it could be the next day, one could not guess. But what she knew was that there was a force in motion now, and should He return to her with his Question this time the answer would be yes. Matching hearts should have matching Sins after all.
She contemplated her reflection in a glass storefront for a moment, the sun gleaming from her long golden hair. Aurora he had called her, the Dawn. For him she was that, for him she would be more. Falling stars also had tails of gold, and the look of amusement that came to her face was enough to let her rose lips part on a musical laugh as she wondered if ivory razors would be as keen for her as they were for him …
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Post by Rae Moonsilver on Aug 19, 2007 10:16:56 GMT -5
Like whiskey laced with crystal was his voice and his laugh, even if it was at her own expense was never less than smoky music. If she could bottle that laugh she could surely sell it as quite the fiery brew, rare and intoxicating. She had never had any problem recalling that voice nor the words that it had spoken to her be they tender or harsh. Was it any wonder then that an elfess that loved music as much as she would have fallen so hard for the owner of such a voice? Of course it was not. He showed her kindness and darkness and she had embraced both.
She did not ask him to change for her and nor would she ever. After all what he had given her was without price and sufficed for her. This did not mean that she did not long for his presence for she did, and in those times he was with her life was always brighter, more intense, more … just more. Yet ever did he leave driven by demons of past and inner nature and such was the way of it. He rarely left more than the feel of his flesh, the memory of the press of his lips that hers would warm the chill from, the scent of his dark locks, the smell of cinnamon and cloves.
He took with him each time the taste of her, the perfume of her hair and the way it seemed she could bring sunlight into the darkness just for him. Her blood sang of summer life and sparkled with magic, her hair smelled as it always did of apples and roses. But as for the Light, was it not simply in his eyes that she was the Dawn? It had been an epithet used against her in years gone by though she had ever been more of neutral bent, a case of those that saw only what they wished to.
Far easier to blame the Dark Twin, far easier to look at Rae and see her gentle smile and hear her soft voice to believe in her innocence. Yet it was not ever Zayre that gave the orders to the soldiers that said “If the Brotherhood of Darkness attacks, give them no quarter as they will surely give us none.” But the myth of the Dark and Light twin was easy to swallow down no matter what the truth was laid bare for all to see and Zayre never overmuch cared what others thought of her. In point of fact she did revel in her reputation as a monster and the fear the title of Dark Bard could engender. So perhaps the twins were not so different after all.
It had been a few days since she had been given a missive that suddenly leant urgency to the bit of a drift her life had been in. She had woken and returned yet had not fathomed just why other than it must have been that He had returned as well, some strange alignment of stars to allow this to happen now instead of the last time he had set foot upon the darkened earth of the realm. Her slim left hand made a fist as she thought of what she still had to regain, the Objects that belonged to her were making their slow way back one troublesome piece at a time but the one she wanted most was still currently out of her reach.
Last night Celebrininzil appeared on her dining table sheathed and with her belt wrapped around it. It was not as much of a surprise as it could have been as she had after all dreamed of its return. It had seemed to shock her visitor, a Sidhe called Sunset that Rae well knew her Sidhe counterpart had sent to spy upon her. An enigmatic smile was her only reply to the question of how it had gotten there, though she finally added as a lyric afterthought that since it was hers and thus knew who owned it that it was no surprise that it had come home. Disconcerted by that and her following laughter the Sidhe woman had quit her company to leave her alone on her small courtyard patio to contemplate the stars as they broke the cover of darkness.
She wondered if the boy had delivered her message in return and she hated the not knowing. But if there was one thing that Jausserande Moonsilver had it was patience and so for now she would wait and see.
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Post by Rae Moonsilver on Aug 26, 2007 5:15:01 GMT -5
She sat at a small table that was outside a small café, ignoring the others that were patrons of this place as they held no fascination for her. Mostly they were visitors to the Ivory Ward of RoseHaven, easy to spot as most of them gawked at the elegance of the buildings and the differences in not just architecture but the mannerisms of the folk that lived and worked here. This Ward was truly different than the others of the City because it had for so long housed outsiders to this land, people who were there by dint of victories and treaties and the desire to succeed at all costs. It was refreshing to Rae that they had not left when the Brotherhood had closed its doors and therefore effectively ended any treaty or truce by the very dissolution of the force that could have enforced them.
They had instead given their allegiance to the Kingdom of Ivory which had proven to be a very canny move on their parts. Ivory was the land that Kerrinne’s son Kyle was Prince and Heir of and he had married Ysabeau, who was much beloved in this Ward if no where else in the City she’d for the most part grown up in. Besides which no one could deny that the Ward had been good for RoseHaven as a whole, bringing with it a wider variety of trade goods and things otherwise unreachable. So the shift had been a minor one from despised and guarded against enemies to wary allies, so that finally they had become part of the fabric of life in RoseHaven while still keeping their separate identity.
Here one could still upon occasion see the faces of former members of that vaunted Brotherhood of Darkness, and here it was that Rae had most recently confronted one that she had known in the past. She knew why he sometimes haunted these streets despite the stories she had heard that he had at one point betrayed her. This made her fume a bit as the vampire known to the Realms as Jagger had never done such a thing. He held the honor still of the Quren’faradh, and as such he would have been unable to face her if he had done so. No, the Rae they spoke of as being betrayed was not her at all but that d**nable Sidhe once again.
She knew why he traveled the Ivory Ward and it had nothing to do with her and everything to do with other women that he had once upon a time loved in a way she and he had never connected. One he had once had a vampiric bond of the soul with and one he had fathered a child with so it would not be above him to have curiosity about how both fared. Kerrinne was now and then known to be in the Ward to visit her businesses and other holdings, to check on those that still held loyalty towards her for her past leadership and her brilliance for making money hand over fist. Mina Westenra had come to settle here to watch over those things for Kerrinne and because it amused her to hide in plain sight.
She now owned the property and business of The Blooming Rose Inne since the former mistress of the place Giselle had disappeared under the threat of intervention against her by Zayre. When Zayre had the proof of her traitorous dealings during the Trade War she had come with the intention of crucifying Madame Monchramant to her very own front door but the woman had fled towards parts unknown leaving her holdings up for grabs. Mina had bought it for her own use and settled in quietly after her recovery from the trial and combat with the vampire slayer Chevenga that had purged her of her vampiric blood and left her human. Jagger often checked to make sure that she continued to be safe and he often also came to see if he could hear from her news of Kendra, his daughter.
Whether or not Rae found it fascinating that a vampire could be rendered mortal by the shattering of an artifact class sword during a fight to the death was unknown, but she could not honestly say that she had not been a bit disturbed and made slightly angry by the conversation she had with Jagger. It seemed that he had been confused at first to come upon her, a memory from the past standing there on the sidewalk before him, the flaring of his nostrils giving her the indication that he was catching her scent to analyze it. The change of his expression had not been frightening to her, she knew well how to defend herself if needed after all though she had misliked the idea that one that had been her friend and ally would question her in such a fashion.
“You … how can it be you, before me? This is not possible.”
Her anger had stemmed from that statement as he had obviously believed that the Sidhe imposter was the true Rae and she herself was something else. She had held up her right hand in a fist and displayed the MacMillan ring with its winking blue stone, her amber eyes for once not warm but icy and she displayed the temper that she had usually kept for the battlefield in the past.
“How can it be that thee e’er possibly believed that someone else could be me?”
She had growled at the vampire with his autumn eyes and his cinnamon hair and he had released the confusion of his expression with a leonine chuckle. This was the Rae he had known from before, though he could not fathom just how it came to be. She was reticent with details other than to say that she had been brought back to her rightful life by someone that she had loved deeper than any other could ever be loved by her. She refrained from telling the one before her that he that had was the far more powerful vampire betwixt the two of them, though she had idly wondered if it was because that Mintiper had never denied himself the strength of his vampiric nature as others of his kind often attempted to do.
She had not let the confrontation she could sense between the two of them build and had parted ways from Jagger as pleasantly as she could. He had enough he needed to protect and she would not wish him to split his attentions further even as he alluded to the fact that he would be willing to do so for her and the memory of their friendship. He did not understand her heart now any more than he ever had it seemed. There was only one who she would accept such an offer from, just as that one was the only vampire she would willingly let take of her essence. Sipping her tea now made her think pensively on it now, wondering if Jagger would tell Mina of his meeting with her as a way to get the news to Kerrinne that her former foe walked the realms once more.
Not that Rae thought that Kerrinne would seek her out, but still. She did not like these feelings of resentment that swirled inside of her when those of her past came to speak to her and could only seem to tell her of what that Sidhe Rae had been doing. There had been no telling her of how they fared and it made her feel that they merely wished to stir her anguish at all she had missed. All those that had been her companions were either dead or moved on, her true friends of the heart like Meysio and Fahnuil, these others were more like unto parasites that wished only gossip and discord.
Truly the only peace she felt from visits from those of her past were when her children came to see her. She had heard from Ysabeau most recently and she had told her of the letters that she had left amongst the ruins for Mintiper to find, warning him of the Sidhe that was not really Rae, was not his Jausserande. She told her of how they had begged him to find a way to the Dream Realm either in dreams or in body and how she felt that he was the only one who could waken the true Rae. That she woke and was here was incontrovertible fact, but she was being reticent on what had happened and had not shared it with a soul.
Why she waited here where she could so readily be found by friend and foe alike however had an easy answer. She waited for him to come for her or to send for her, and this time she would hold nothing of herself back from him, and she looked forward to what changes this might entail in her life.
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