Ashina Visits Emain Macha

[Kahlan Lothair]

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair The day had started reasonably well by Kahlan's standards. Nothing so hindering that her usual work couldnt be done. This left her with time on her hands, time she would spend with her daughter if Willow wasnt taking her afternoon nap. A smile finds its way onto her lips, curling them ever so slightly at the corners. Leaning on the granite balcony she allows the wind to blow over her, smoothing out the folds of her skirt in places. Lately, Kahlan had been taking a more relaxed position on things, but today she had been in business negotiations with a few people, not being able to put it off any longer. Rich fiery gold hair is restrained up and off of her neck, though several rogue locks have fallen by now and touch her face and neck like loosely curled whispers of past ages, <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Reminding her of how things used to be long ago and how things are shaping up today. An amiable chuckle bubbles forth from her lips and she crosses her arms under her chest before leaning on the balcony railing. So much had gone on, so much to be proud of, and yet still she missed one key element. The one element she knew she would miss one day, but so soon? Shaine. A wistful smile crosses her face and she sighs. He was supposed to be here with her, they had planned around his mortality until the very end. An end that came far too soon for them both. He had given her a piece of himself with their daughter. Kahlan could see it in the quirks that Willow had, in her features and in her eyes. She was a compilation of her mother and father, only time would tell if she had <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Inherited more of her mother. As it was only one other person alive knew what Kahlan was, and that was Theoren Roullier, and not without good reason did he know such a thing. It had made the two most unlikely of people come together in a good friendship. Frowning lightly her thoughts swiftly turn to Aerillia. The woman was here in Emain Macha to visit for a while before returning to Ayenee city. Kahlan admired Aerillia for her spirit and integrity. The woman was one not to take any non-sense. A smirk plays onto her lips and she wonders how she could stand Theo's childlike nonsense. Swimming through the memories and thoughts she seems absolutely oblivious to her surroundings, after all she doesnt expect visitors for another few hours. The dark green folds of her gown dance <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair In rhythm with the breeze as she stands there. No shoes, something of a trademark for the woman with hair like fire and an attitude to match. Kahlan had nothing to prove to anyone, which had marked her as both dangerous and admirable to many a society.<E>

Ashina: Ashina had not set foot in Ulster since she had departed so many moon cycles ago to reside within the dwelling of her ancestors, the place she had met Kahlan so long ago. Ulster would forever hold a special place within her heart, but Avalon was her home. Such a word held miraculous promise for tomorrow and wonderful meaning to a woman who had never really managed to set down roots and allow them to grow. And now, she would return to the domicile of her friend and hope for a welcome reconciliation. She hadn't really made the concious decision to depart Avalon so long ago. <broken>
Ashina: Circumstances had merely drawn her away. She knew that the child Kahlan had carried would be born already, and a pang of guilty sadness rippled through her heart. She had missed the birthing that she had promised to be present for. Well, there was nothing for it. She had made a hasty decision and stuck to it and there was no turning back. She had not found the answers she had gone in search of, but that wasn't what mattered. For a brief instant, she had caught the smallest glimpse of her beautiful cousin Sojiana. Ashina realized that the two sisters still did not completely remember the circumstances that had brought them to seperate lives, and she planned to rectify that soon with more dreams and visions until the two came to terms with a reunion. <broken>
Ashina: But, for now, she pushed such thoughts aside, determined that nothing mar her return to the bosom companionship of Kahlan, and possibly her daughter. Slender hands slid gracefully over emerald tinted velvet, dyed the exact shade of the eyes of the Druidess. Long, raven tresses were unbound, flowing behind her in silken waves. The dress beneathe the emerald cloak was trimmed in silver, the fabric itself made of white silk that floated about her on the wind as if it were as light as air. <broken>
Ashina: The effect was enhanced by the chesnut mare she rode, it's head tossing this way and that. Behind her was an escort of 3 men, sworn to protect the Druidess with his life. They carried emblems of the Avalon hierarchy, a silver rowan stitched onto a royal blue tabard. The tree's branches seemed to sway with the wind as the royal blue around it was pushed this way and that. Ah, it felt good to return to friendly territory.<fixed>

Willow OFreiden: ~Willow had found herself at odds with the world today. She had jeered her nanny into such a horrible mood that she taught herself to stay clear of that particular storm. Her mother's footsteps brought her attention into a new heightened level. Eyes searched for that familiar face, ears searched for that loving tone, and her senses searched only for that loving comfort her mother could give. Her feet rushed ahead, making little padded sounds. They had no sense of direction or destination. They merely followed where the sounds were emerging. While her mother, Kahlan, was contemplating after-thoughts on her father Shaine. Willow would never reckon, or familiarize with those ever-changing thoughts.
Willow OFreiden: She would eventually rise to questions, yet, in all the frustration. She would never acknowledge what her mother truly felt. Love for her father. She had never known him, yet a bigger part of him would rest within her always. She would always know this particular everlasting sense of him. Others would see it in the way she held her gait, how her hair fell uneven and curled in such nonsense ways, how her eyes searched for mischievous notions to create an uproar.
Willow OFreiden: A small sigh and giggle interrupted the once peaceful and serene placement her mother once held near the balcony's edge. The wind brushed lightly, whispered gentle sweet things, and gave a gentle hand to the child's form. She would barely notice such things, for her hands were reaching for her mother. Her main focus and adoration. ~

-To be Continued at a later date-

[Kahlan Lothair]

Started Anew, but the same subject, so its under the same thread!

Lady Lucca: Delicate fingers traced along the slopes of tendrils, smoothing back the once straightened locks behind her ears. The skies of Ulster seemed so different, yet all together familiar in the cool summer's light, giving lift to her memories of a time before her departure. How long had it been? One could not say, for the standard of time had little of import whence the mind travels beyond the footed traveler. Gazing now upon her home, she could but only feel a weight lift within her chest and spread beyond the reaches of her sensory receptors. Ah… to return was but a joy seldom felt. And yet, it was all the more relished for such feats. Turning her attention northward, she set her ever-darkened eyes upon the walls of the palace, where their dear Queen was said to reside.<c>
Lady Lucca: Had the child been brought into the realm of consciousness? Was the Queen well, within her mind and body? Such questions that do plague the mind littered the floor with their assumptions, a danger to any foot-fall that lay within its wake. Forward she ventured in her thoughts and actions, taking upon the city's steps with a gingery pace. Before greetings unto her home, before consumptions of home-cooked meals, she would visit with the only woman she considered a friend, and do as others would normally do… she would talk with her. She would laugh with her. And if nothing else, she would listen with her, to the torrents of their surrounding world, only if a chance could be stolen to find peace in such tumultuous waters. Peace… <c>
Lady Lucca: The weathered hand drifted away from the tempered curls, drifting to the knee of her skirt in hopes to lessen the burden of walking. Such a chore, to be housed in clothed confines such as these, but what else was there for the noble at heart? A careless eye drifted to those she passed by, her mind quietly examining the contours of wizened features of those unlearned, seeking a memory lost deep within her soul. A pity it was, that oft times circumstance would find the genius at the foot of an imbecile, subjected to the only station this life would allot to him. But was it not more ironic that a house of cards is built upon silken sheets, whilst the bowed-head man lives within stone walls? <c>
Lady Lucca: Allowing herself the moment of an inward smile, she turned back to the task at hand, and more importantly, the entranceway she would soon intercept, guardsmen standing at the ready of her fate. A momentary look within their hardened exteriors merely heightened the calm she felt within her soul. Yes, she was home. <e>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Silken fiery gold tendrils in loose but uninhibited curls dance with a languid delight in the slow day which has transpired. A smile finds itself briefly upon her full lips and she lays a hand against her forehead as she thinks upon the events of the past few days and of the day as it progresses. Such a day it had been thus far and high noon hadnt even announced itself yet. Pushing some hair over her shoulder she pushes herself out of the overstuffed chair near the fire. What a sight she is for the sorest of eyes! Long hair draping over a frame of 5'10 shaped against the whims of the natural world. On that frame is a pair of pants that hug her legs and disappear into tall boots. Soldiers boots to be precise. An off white shirt with long sleeves that sweep down to engulf her <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Arms is tucked into the black pants. Reaching out she snags a coat off the wall and tosses it over her shoulders so that it fits snuggly. Her shoulders arent so broad that they look like a man's, but the coat fits her well. She pauses at the door a moment to ponder where her daughter might be, hoping that she will make an appearance before the day is through. A chuckle permeates the air as she motions with a hand to open the main doors. The doors creak open and groan in protest against their hinges as she passes through, as if singing their solemn song in the ears of the Queen, wanting some sort of sympathy from her ageless being. Once outside she shields her eyes from the sudden onslaught of the suns light and says a silent prayer to Lugh, the Sun God and the father of all gods<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair As the Greek's would put it. Once acclimated to her surroundings she looks around. Clad as she is, she looks more like she might jump on the back of a horse and dash off to war at any moment, and yet the stark contrast of her inherited looks makes one pause. It was no small matter to the patrons outside and in sight of her this day, as roguish as she might look, she still has an innate fire about her that never seems to be quenched. Taking the stairs quickly she aims to walk about the town today and perhaps buy a few things and maybe even speak to a few people if they would hear it.<E>

Ashina: ...slender digits breached the silken mass of raven tendrils at the scalp, sliding through in excited anxiousness as she walked toward the castle gates, slippered feet making a miniscule whisper of sound against the solid dirt at her feet. Dust flew up around her, but was ignored as it settled upon the hem of her sapphire skirt. There were more important matters at foot. A fleeting smile crossed rose hued appendages as she thought of the child that Kahlan had born in her body. Of course, by now the girl-child would have arrived, but none of that was important. Ashina herself had journeyed to another place, another time, a world that consisted of old beliefs and tradition. <broken>
Ashina: ...She was none the worse for it, perhaps better, for she had encountered a new kind of evil there that few were given the chance to experience and overcome, and her powers had become stronger because of it. However, there was still the guilt that plagued her heart and mind. She had given her word to be present for the birth of Kahlan's child, but had been unable to attend such a joyous event, her intention to find her twin cousins over riding all other needs at that point in time. A slight expellation of breath escaped her lungs, passing through her lips, and then she schooled her expression to one of serenity. <broken>
Ashina: ...With all the grace of a lady born and bred, she paused at the small office like structure that served as the guard house. "I am Lady Ashina Kansior. Open the gate, if you please." A slight tug at the forelock, and then the gaurd turned, lifting a blue flag to the man who stood on the ramparts. He followed likewise, and lifted a green one to the man below, and then a great noise filled the courtyard as the simple device that held the locks in place was turned, the gears grinding together and squealing in outrage at being disturbed. <broken>
Ashina: ...A moment later, and then the gates were opened and Ashina passed through. Once inside the sterling walls of the castle, she would retire to her room and await permission for an audience with Kahlan. For now, she paused at the foot of the steps leading to the castle, digits sliding down to smooth imaginary wrinkles from her skirt and pelisse. <fixed>

NimRuin_War_Wizard_of_Ulster His eyes opened, dark skin of the Netherlands covered his skin tone as the darkness seemed to be of his liking. The light was never his true form and to act like one of the light was pure folly. His heart was tore, his mind was solid but his emotions remained stabled by his power. Smiling, a grin that only he could have. A grin of such malice and yet gentleness, he seemed to be a complete contradiction to his Drow nature. "Hmm" he said as his footsteps took him out of his forest. The dark phase that followed him disappeared as he gave another Smirk. His Lavender eyes seemed to shimmer with a bit of knowledge he just found out. Breathing deeply, his form shifted as he raised his staff his voice darken as his spell slipped out of his vocal cords. His armor seemed to press against his <C>
NimRuin_War_Wizard_of_Ulster chest as his low voice spoke out. " I call upon the darkness of Lolth and the power of my Beautiful Goddess. Serve your holy purpose and change me, into flight, the wings of Darkness, watcher of the forest, and protector of those who seek harm. Change me into an animal, a mere shadow of non importance, Fulfills your sacred oath of darkness." He spoke in his Drow tone. His staff shimmered in a dark globe as his form picked off the ground. The long draping dark robes of his gown, that hung to his arms and muscular body rose up form beneath him. His eyes held a lavender glow but then changed into a dark eyes, his form disappear as his shoulder broke. His muscles realigning into something more. Wings of faith and darkness outstretch as his eyes opened again,. A white feather dropped to the<C

[Kahlan Lothair]

NimRuin_War_Wizard_of_Ulster to the ground as his form flew into the air, the winds pressed against his wing as his screech died in the wind. His eyes looked down as she noted Ashina, a gasp let his mind as he stop in mid air, his staff and cloth trapped between realms of material, floated around in the astral fields. His void was nothing but screeches but his mind laid open. His eyes turned back into the castle as a smile pressed between his beak. Flying rather quickly he was struck by a rush of wing, his form fell towards the earth as he smile. His form always played around in the air, but this fall would have been deadly but his great white wings held steady as he flapped them. The dirt rose up from the ground as he grunted, " damned weather." he said in his mind as he flew over the walls of Ulster noting how <C>
NimRuin_War_Wizard_of_Ulster easily he got over. Any spellcaster could do this so he started to think of a defense as his eyes looked down seeing the form of his mother. So beautiful that she was and yet so lonely. The death of her husband took more out of her then anyone knew, and his own war made him neglect her in that time of need. Sighing in his form he flew down as he landed upon a tree. His lavender eyes looked at Kahlan as he did not change back. Looking at Kahlan he only waited, knowing she will sense him. He regretted not being there for her, but some things he just could not be there. He regretted mostly not being there when the Heir of Ulster was born. He saw this as his own failing. Sighing greatly a pain rose through his sprit as his wings seemed to set beside his form, always watching and waiting. <E>

Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster Had left an invintation to he sister for her wedding with Tobas the town's stable boy. He had left Valio that afternoon, Thia would be visiting that evening. Guards letting the young lad in without trouble. Yet he could not seem to locate the Queen as of yet, finally finally Amelia, the Queen's main maid and gave her the scroll then headed back home. Sound of thunder would be heard within all three kingdoms, People would think that's what they heard within the distance, but no in fact it was four black stallions tramplling through the cold snow beneath its feet. The brisk breeze weaving through this black stallion's smooth silken flesh as they gallopped through the illuminest forest heading towards her sister's location "Ulster." Dirt had splashed upward letting the dirt scatter upon it
Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster smooth skin. These massive trained stallions were dragging behind them the most luxurious carriage ever built by the finest wood and metal combined together to only form an unique carriage. The design consits between sapphire jewelled rimmed lining surrounding golden ancient designs upon a creamy green coded paint that was mixed with abit of soft teal in variety of designs that made it quite effectived. The rounded edges rimmed of silver strips of metal, those door handles of gold. <C>
Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster The windows had violet velvet curtains latched upon the inside of the royal carriage, the seating made of a violet soft velvet-cotton bench which was nailed down firmly to the floor of the carriage. At the front two armed men dressed within the toughest armour controlling the stallion's with silver riens which harness to each stead. Two other armed men guard the back by sitting upon a single wooden oak bench.<C>
Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster The Queen herself riding within this exquisited carriage. Placed upon her crismon rich tendrils would be this decoratived crown of the finest jewels too emarald gems within the center. Surrounding those sapphire gems with small yellow rubies. Along the sides with white very slightly blueish overtones, freshwater, natural pearls all these fine jewerly aligined upon the finest silver band that curved to The Queen's head. With a Bewitching Teal~Hilltribe silver necklace drapping down upon her visable chest coiling around that tall yet slender neck that held her head up proud of who she was, What she represented. Forsythia respented power, skill and pure beauty. <E>

Willow OFreiden: ~Seduced by the thought of being by her mothers side, brought movement within the small child of only a year. Lost curls upon the child, began to deviate. The nanny had barely begun to slip over her daily wear, when her once confined legs thrust her forward into a frightening dash. She heard those familiar sounds of her mother, the familiarity. Brushed and frustrated only slightly by the ever, swelling glare of the afternoon sun. Her infant legs gave no lee-way. The crooked smile, more deviations created by the simple desire to be at her mothers side, to see that amiable smile. A piercing laughter broke the scenes once pleasant mood for the gathering being born. She noticed only her mother's form. The child's lit up face will engage you into a deeper level of consciousness.
Willow OFreiden: It will one day bring madness, and chaos at a later age. She acted as though her mood needed severe reparation. Something only Queen Kahlan could perform. An early angst, created by greed, lifted her arms and tugged like an anxious sylph, towards her mother's pant legs. ~

Lady Lucca: Comings and goings of other unknown visitors gave cause for her to hesitate within her stance, eyes meagerly traveling the length that remained betwixt herself and the chosen destination. Perhaps it was the pomp and circumstance of the passing woman, or the mere fact that her ignorance of another presence gave it away, but it was no doubt that this woman was of higher nobility. Further investigation through the extension of her hearing confirmed what was previously imagined. "I am Lady Ashina Kansior," the voice announced in an accent laden with the richest of nobilities. "Open the gate, if you please." Setting upon the name within her cache of later referrals, she continued ever closer to the blockade that was her first destination. <c>
Lady Lucca: "Blessed-be, my good sirs" she mimicked with a slightly gracious bow, the vocals of such a statement vibrating deep within her throat. Perhaps, it would take a bit more practice to assertain such -dignity-. "I am Lady Lucca Solaris, First Chair of the Ulsterian Council…" A furtive look between guards unsettled her mind somewhat, sending a straightened bolt through the length of her spine. Surely, her position had not been taken away in the span of her absence? "Should it please my Good Sirs, I wish to pass…" Another bow of her head sent cascades of black hair to frame the coopery visage, lids disguising the anxious orbs beneath as the reply was awaited. Silence. <c>
Lady Lucca: Further she pressed into her scope of imagination, discerning between reality and exaggeration, what it could be that passed between the guards that day. The horrendous screech of metal upon aged metal reverberated within her eardrums as the answer followed in the slightest of delays. Raising her eyes once more, she cast about a gentle yet questioning look upon the men before taking her leave of the entranceway. Had it not been for the laughter of a child, one would presume misdirection of her intent, and upon further inspection, a misconception of previous thoughts. Knowing her time to intercept the Queen was hardly nigh, she continued in her feigned ignorance of the heart-melting sound into the atrium that would perhaps serve as the area of reception for her Ladyship. <c>
Lady Lucca: Taking up on seat towards the side, she settled her mind and thoughts, awaiting for a call that would surely come.<e>

[Kahlan Lothair]

High Queen- Kahlan Lothair A grin finds its way to her lips as the tiny hand of her daughter tugs on her pant leg, greedy for her attention. "Aria! You are awake, ah but it is good to see your sweet little face." Stooping she picks the girl up and twirls her around before bringing her in close for a warm hug. Kissing the little angel on her cheek she glances around, her eyes take in two sights, one for sore eyes and the other also a very welcome sight, while the third just makes itself noticed to her vision. A grin breaks before she can contain it. "My my, the Lady Ashina Kansior is finally back. Look Aria, your godmother is here." Godmother? A new development perhaps? Of course not, it had always been on her mind since before the babe had even been born, but she never got the chance to tell Ashina <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair About it. Her eyes depart from the friendly face of her advisor and friend to that of her sister Thia. "Oh look again Aria, your Aunt is here. Oh and there is the Lady Lucca as well. My my darling, we are popular today." She laughs and welcomes each woman with a one armed hug, for her other arm is taken by her daughter whom sits on her hip. Willow, dusky brown hair and green eyes, seems to be the very image of her father. Wryly Kahlan wonders why he pops into her mind at such times as these, but how she missed him! Thia knew that her husband was dead, but as for Ashina and the Lady Lucca, she was unsure if they knew such news. A shift of her weight moves her daughter into a more comfortable postion on her hip and her posture into one of a more genial disposition. She was a <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Friend, sister, and companion to these three women. Her roguish attire made it no harder to see her as just another friend. Not the ruler of an extensive about of land. Black pants tucked into tall black leather soldiers boots with an off white blouse tucked into those black pants, all brought together by a dark blue coat that sweeps the tops of her calves. Fiery gold tresses fall in waves down her back, playing games with the blue coat. Bright eyes take in the women and she wrinkles her nose to Willow and touches noses with her, as if to say, 'What do you think Aria?' . Her voice is gentle and her smile is warm as she looks back to the three women, "Shall we go inside ladies? Im sure all three of you are exhausted and would do well to benefit from a seat and something to <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Eat and drink. What say you all?" She quirks a slender brow while black lashes frame decadent blue eyes which are in turn only augmented by the blue coat she wears. <E>

Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster Silken teal robes with an ever green gown beneath the royal robes. The gown outstretching that slender figure which soon had stepped out of her carriage as it stopped in front of the castle steps, with the horns announcing her arrival.Standing tall and proud of herself, the guard handing Thia a wrapped package for her niece. One of her personally old teddy bears which had been refixed was wrapped in the finest silken golden material, this bear had been given to Thia by her mother in this case Willow's grandmother. <C>
Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster Kept a firm grip upon it as slippered feet guided her up the main steps, wondering if Kahlan will remensce with her of their childhood with this old teddy bear she brings to her niece. Both parents murdered when Thia was young, she was troubled after that, always getting into trouble. Practicing black magic, she hated the fact that Kahlan became high Queen and she didn't. Into the castle she went, guided to where her siste was, standing within the doorway only to the left abit. Quietly she stood leaning upon the door frame, <C>
Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster awaiting the moment until she could give her the present." I came to give this too Willow. " all was spoken as those emarald eyes glance between them all, offering the package to Kahlan.<E>

Ashina: ...it hadn't been rudeness exactly, that had caused her ignorance to the existance of Lucca. Rather, she had alot on her mind, burdened by the failure in the task she had set for herself. At the sight of Kahlan, greeted by Willow, her emerald orbs lit to a welcoming glow and lips curved, casting away the pretense of serenity for one of pleasure. It had been some time since she had seen Kahlan, and having never lain eyes upon the child, her face lit up. <broken>
Ashina: ...The mention of Godmother was something that Ashina had never considered, but, with this newfound responsability, it was clear that there was no bad blood between herself and Kahlan for her brief disappearance. With a smile, she looked to the small girl, a slight wink, and something about the child struck her. Of course, she ignored the possability of future meloncholy in the child. Such a thing was impossible, was it not? Of course. The young were pure, unable to ascertain their destinies so soon. Then again, this was a child of Kahlan's blood, of her body, and without doubt a part of her spirit. Well, time would tell. <broken>
Ashina: ...Politely, she nodded to the other women who were present, having never met them before. She was certain that in time, she and Lucca would get along well, and the Queen's sister would recieve the respect she deserved. That thought in mind, she bowed her head, should Thia choose to address the queen, and brushed lightly at her skirts, sending particles of dust flying around her in a flurry. <fixed>

-Commandant- Daos Nur colliding metal. The sounds of combat filled the air. The training camps were bustling now. Soldiers in a multitude of square shaped formations would spar each other with dulled weapons. Their training garments soaked in the sweat and dirt of combat. As Commandant Nur walked through the pathways made by each offset formation, his watchful eyes would analyze small mistakes found in sword fighting technique. Of course he was pleased with the fewer that he found. <c>
-Commandant- Daos Nur The nubian titan continued to walk back and forth through the ranks. The egyptian cotton of his out garmet stretched to the ground. The garment was black, with a royal purple sash in the front. Underneath, black leather leggings and black armor. The armored boots he wore made a gentle clank with each stride he took. The rest of the armor remained in his chamber. The sun was high, it was almost noon. He noticed one soldier jump into the air while performing an overhead striking technique. "STOP!" He said. His voice carried across the entire formation, and 1 out of the 6 in training would <c>
-Commandant- Daos Nur cease all movement. Slowly approaching the soldier who jumped, he raised a hand and signaled for them all to make a circle. "Acrobatics in combat are risky...soldier, attempt the same manuever with me." Commandant Nur wouldn't draw his weapon. He stood there as he soldier readied himself and prepared to attack.

[Kahlan Lothair]

high_queen_of_ulster* A smile and a nod to each in turn before Willow wiggles around, wanting more to be on the ground and stuck to Kahlan's leg than in her arms at this point. Shy the child is usually not, but strangers tend to make her so. The dusky brown curls bury themselves along with those sweet green eyes into Kahlan's lower thigh and knee, nearly causing her to buckle. "Aria, careful. Mum cant stand if you head butt her knees." Laughing softly she smiles to Thia and accepts her gift for Willow. "Look my darling, you Aunt has given you a gift!" For now she holds onto the gold wrapped gift for safe keeping until she can sit Willow down and help her tear the wrapping. She smiles to Ashina warmly and then motions for them both to follow her. "Come, we will sit in the Great Room." Taking the <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Small hand of her daughter she guides everyone into the nearby Great Room. Motioning to the seats she nods to them, indicating to both women to take a seat. She looks down to Willow and chuckles before picking her up and tossing her into the air and catching her deftly, all the while the little girl squealing with glee. Settling into a big over stuffed chair Kahlan hands the gift to Willow and watches her eyes light up as she tries to undo the packaging. Fussing with it for a moment, obviously a lesson mother gives to child, Kahlan finally steps in and shows her how to open the packaging. Grinning she watches Willow take the bear out and instantly recognizes it. "Thia, its beautiful, and still in such good shape! Willow loves Bears, how wonderful of you to think of giving such <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Treasure of yours to her. Again, Thank you." Smiling to her youngest sister she shows her appreciation as Willow plays with the bear and looks at it carefully. Examining it for all shes worth. Finally the babe looks to Ashina and seems to size her up before she tugs on her mothers coat to be let down. Letting the live wire slide off her lap Kahlan takes the wrapping and lays it aside. The babe then makes her rounds, tottering over to Thia first, brandishing the bear and genuinely looking like shes having a grand time with it. <E>

Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster Her bow?Hell no. The other women should bow to her. Thia was a Queen as well, her nose wrinkling up already annoyed. In her mind she was better then these women except her sister, her ears could hear Daos giving orders. Was it wrong thinking of other men? Not like her fiancee was around, even though she was engaged. He was off battling left her alone all the time for weeks at a time. Pushing out those thoughts momently, <C>
Queen Thia Lothair ValioUlster following them quietly only to smile in return. Lips curving into a small grin, eyes light up seeing Kahlan recalls that teddy. Bending down to rest upon her one knee, " Now you take care of Mr. blinky. " a pat given to her head before tickling her stomach gently. Watching her giggle and squirm, looking up to her sister for once with a grin.<E>

-Commandant- Daos Nur "with everything you have...don't hold back." The soldier nodded, then roared. His teeth bore as he raised his blade and charged into battle. The man was 6'5, around 280lbs, a very strong looking soldier. As he rushed toward the nubian titan, He swung his sword down toward Daos's left shoulder. Daos would turn at the hip, dropping hsi left shoulder back and letting the blade pass infront of his chest.. His right foot raised and connected with the soldier's behind, booting him forward. The embarrassment was punishment enough. "Now..the same attack you performed with your partner..." The soldier nodded <c>
-Commandant- Daos Nur and rushed again, leaping into the air with his sword above his head. Daos said nothing as stepped toward the man's body, placing hsi chest against the airborne man's right thigh. Daos's right hand shot upward and allowed the downfall of the soldier to land his neck into Daos's grip. Daos's other hand gripped the back of the man's belt, holding him in th air to keep him from choking. He held the man there, turning to allow all of the soldiers in that formation to see. "My hand, represents the sword...the sword that is easily controlled while the wielder is upon the ground. This man's body has surrendered to the <c>
-Commandant- Daos Nur force of gravity upon going airborne...knowledge of this makes it easy to utilize such a force to capitalize upon your opponent...the war is fought upon the ground..ensure both feet remain there..." Daos then put the soldier down and raised a hand again. Ranks were formed. "Platoon Sergeants...take control of your platoons.." Platoon Sergeants done as they were asked, the entire training company was brought to attention, and then dismissed until sunset. Daos himself entered the castle and began to ascend the stairs...he was on the main hall floor within seconds.

[Theoren Roullier]

The mottled sunlight that drifted through the leaves of the nearby oak sparkled and hit luminously off the tattoo that was so enetrnally bound to the face of one Theoren Roullier. Always watching and always waiting in the queerest of places to jump in at an opportune moment, he was. Especially when it came to Willow. He spent much of his free time watching her when Aerillia was not around to keep him company. Though Aerillia as well was in Ulster, he did not know where, and here was Kahlan and Thia, two sisters much alike as they were unique, Nim Ruin a man that Theo very much found amusing, and not in a clown sort of way, and the esteemed Lady Ashina whom had him jailed twice and almost killed. Interesting reunion if he did say so himself.

He stopped making it a point to hide himself as he slid down the branches from the one supporting him and to the ground. He stretched and scrtached a rib, dressed in peasent wear trying to blend in, though he knew that wouldn't happen any time this century unless red hair and blue and gold emblems on the face became the new rage sometime soon.

He did not want to be left out of the festivities, but then again, there was no way he was going to just join the group, either. He trailed a moderate distance, the guards of the place having gotten used to his frequenting Kahlan (and they both knew that if he truly wanted to be there there would be little the guards could do to stop him). He did crane his neck looking for his lover-in-hiding, the beautiful desert flower and sparkle in his eye, Aerillia Khisu, but at present she seemed to be hiding herself. Perhaps out shopping, or generally relaxing. They didn't get that kind of Luxury back in Ayenee City.

He followed, hands in pockets into the Great Room and leaned unceremoniously against a bookcase. He slid a wink to Kahlan and an even bigger grin to Willow, hoping the little girl might remember seeing him watching from a tree or a rooftop, even trolling around the castle with her mother, and perhaps come over and play with her surrogate uncle. No indication of even recognizing the others was seen.

[Lady Aerillia Khisu]

Word had drifted to her ears that the Lady Ashina Kansior was in Emain Macha. What could she do other than wait and watch to make sure that the woman wouldnt bring the gates of hell crashing down on her skull? Musing about that she chuckles, so morose Aerillia! She thinks to herself.

The day had landed her in a small library that Kahlan offered to her for her own uses. Writing notes from a particularly large tome she pauses for just a moment to sit back and rub her neck, which to her seems permanently sore after having bent over the text for several hours already. With a flourish she finishes scribing what she needs to and folds the parchment and puts the tome back where it belongs and puts everything back in order. One never left something given in good faith disorderly, now did they?

Pulling long curled ebon tresses up, long lithe fingers quickly bind them in a bun held up off of her slender neck. Her attire is simple enough, a pair of traveling pants tucked into knee high boots and an off white corset to seal the deal. The information she needed was simple enough to obtain, especially with the extensive libraries Kahlan had within her castle, not to mention what must be within her Kingdom.

Humming a light desert tune that seems to keep the liveliness of her step, she ignores the eyes that fall upon her as she passes. Ever the attractor of the eye, after all in the land of pale faces when was the last time someone saw an amber skinned woman with hair the color of pitch and eyes as brilliant as the sky above on a clear day? Not often, not often indeed. As she passes the grand room she is caught up by the sound of drifting voices, one of which is Kahlan's and the other sounds as if it is her sister's, the other could only be Ashina Kansior's. Her attention however is not upon that of any of the three ladies. Theoren Roullier has her attention for the briefest of moments before the Princess of Ulster whisks it away from him. Coming from behind Theo at an angle so as not to disturb the talking ladies, Aerillia touches his shoulder lightly and finally rests a warm hand upon his shoulder, hidden slightly behind an outstretching of the wall, so that her arm almost looks disembodied.

[Kahlan Lothair]

Adam Masou He crept through the forest, limping as her went, pausing only here and there to sniff the air or brush his hand over the ground, then pressing onwards towards Emain Macha despite his condition. Still fighting off the dark skin's poison and with newly closed wounds all over uncovered skin, he was haggard and barely able to move, but he pressed on. He needed to see Ashina, and smehow he would know she had left the isle of Avalon to see her dear friend Kahlan and her goddaughter. But what about him? She had disappeared to someplace, he had gone home to the Western Wood and had stayed until the Yinehi girl and the horse tamer had come to see him, begging him to go rescue that darkskin from the mountains. He had gone in the man<c>
Adam Masou that Ashina knew well, he had come out of the experience... changed. He was more feral, less human, back to his old ways of stalking, hunting, and predation around the borders of his lands, acting not as a human, but as a beast. He had finally come to the gates, dragging his half clothes body all of the way to Ulster's doorstep. The guard barely recognized him. "Lord Adam... are... are you alright? Someone call a healer!" the young man stood agasp. "No..." came the half spoken half snarled reply. "Just open the gate." The young man nodded, determined not to put himself between Adam and whatever it was he wanted, and had the gate opened. Adam wobbled his way into the city. He could smell her near... god, that scent. It brought with it vague flashes...<c>
Adam Masou recollections of the past. Of dancing, of suits, of polished shoes, well worn dresses, good posture and of a beautiful emerald eyed girl he loved so dearly he thought of nothing else in her time away. And here, he, a snarling animal that came crawling into the city practically on hands and knees in nothing but ripped up pants cowering at every civilized person to walk by... but he wouldn't turn and run. Not this time, no matter how much he wanted to. He had to find her, and he could tell that she was close.<fin>

Ashina: ....emerald orbs crept over the room with interest. There was a disturbance in the wind and she felt it manifest within the room, the slight chill creeping over her skin and causing the flesh to rise in tiny bumps of sudden awareness. In an instant, she turned, green pools widening at the emptiness that surrounded her. A hand had touched her. She had felt it. Again, the sensation of being touched slid over her, fingers of icy wind sliding beneathe the mass of silken waves lifting to run across her neck. Again, she turned, and nothing awaited her. <broken>
Ashina: ...It appeared someone sought her, although the wind had recently refused to speak to her, instead preferring to touch, something that unsettled the druidess. With a soft expellation of breath, fragile, blue veined lids lowered over the gems and then she whispered to herself, an ancient language that would be incomprehensible to all here with the exception of Kahlan, and possibly Willow. The wind, however, continued to ignore her pleas, and instead, blew the sapphire skirts she wore against her legs, embracing them and wrapping around them in the most intimate of ways. <broken>
Ashina: ...Obviously, Adam had arrived. It wasn't the voice of the wind that relayed such a message, but the intimacy of the embrace. Only one person would ever be allowed such an advantage, and she had not seen him since her departure to the world of the Kelpie. Ivory teeth were displayed as the soft flesh of her lower lip was ravaged by them, uncertainty plaguing her soul. What had become of him since her departure? Was he well? The wind would give her no answer, and even now refused to gift her with it's touch.
Ashina: ...Well, she would just have to find out on her own. With a wave of her hand, she dismissed the handmaiden that had traveled with her from Avalon, and with a twitch of the sapphire silk she wore, turned away from the room toward the door. The soft whisper of her slippers was inaudible as she made her way down the stairs, and the mass of her raven locks was unruly as ever. Adam had never been concerned with appearances, and for that reason alone, Ashina did not hesitate before the floor length mirror that she passed on her way out the front of the castle. <broken>
Ashina: ...She paused momentarily on the stone steps in front, staring into the courtyard. She had no doubt that he would find her, but the wind would now carry her scent, and if nothing else, she had learned that Adam's animal abilities were keen even when not in the process of dueling. <fixed>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair With Thia retired to her rooms and Ashina gone as well, Kahlan's sight is only for her daughter as she plays with the little bear that had so long ago been Thia's very own treasure. The bear brought back memories, times when Kahlan was just a big sister, times when Thia actually cared for her older sister. Tendrils dance in the wake of a distant breeze which harbors new things on the air. Her attentions are raised, partially encased in the light of the fire, she spies the one and only Theoren Roullier. A smirk trails for just a moment across her lips as she rises, tugging at the dark blue coat so that its straightened out once more. She spies the arm of the bearer of Wind and a sister elementalist on an altogether different level. "I see you both have found out that the Lady <C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Kansior has arrived." A light chuckle bubbles forth from her throat. Deep blue eyes glance down to the form of her daughter, whose movements are now sluggish from being awake past her bedtime. However, despite the lethargic limbs, the babe gets up and holds the teddy bear by the neck within an inch of its poor stuffed life, and toddles over to Theo. She holds it up to him as if to say 'Hey, look what I have!' instead it comes out as "Ook! Ook!" with an excited bubbling glee that only children seem to have. Covering her mouth with a few fingers to disguise the smile thats taken root, Kahlan watches with hidden mirth at the scene unfolding before her. The dusky brown headed youth offering a look at her new teddy bear to one of the most notorious of men in history. <E>

Theo: -He smelled her before he saw her. Always trying to sneak up on him, but she smelled so damn good that he didn't know how she expected to be able to do it. He turned his head and grinned a 'if only we were alone' kind of grin, but overall despite the people in the room he was happy to see her. They would both be in trouble with Ashina Kansoir, he thought to himself, after all, he had made a pact with an enemy of Avalon (or so they thought he did), was jailed twice, assaulted a member of the guard, and kidnapped a priestess. Of course, he had asylum on Ulsterian soil, but she did not. Funny, wasn't it, that she might be deemed a fugitive? He almost instinctively wrapped an arm around her, but then remembered that to the rest of the world they were (C)-
Theo: -not lovers, and they had to play the Thief/Hostage roles they hollowed out for themselves now. A pity. Though it almost excited him to think of the kind of trouble this could stir up with Avalon's new ruler. It was not, of course, that Theoren was a mean or vengeful person, but he was on the more mischevious side of devious and would risk anything for what he thought would be a good adventure or an interesting time even if it meant starting political or personal battles. "Ja..." he said to Kahlan with a big smile. "We're here for de party." He looked at Aerillia, the longing feeling not yet gone, but he was able to control himself. It was little Willow that he was truly unable to resist. As she showed him the teddy bear he smiled and knelt down, (C)-
Theo: -scooping her up into his arms like he had done when Jackie was little hundreds of times before. "Dat's a nice bear ya got, Ary." He said with a smile as he mussed her hair all up. "Got a kiss fer your uncle Theo?" He asked, pushing on her nose with his finger tip, his one arm easily supporting her wait on his hip. He was used to small children, he had taken care of Jackie since she had been born until the day she died. His connection to Willow... well that was one only Kahlan knew about. Besides having been the first one to see her when she entered the world. The little one would need more than one mentor. She had great power that both he and Kahlan were used to manipulating. Yet with the death of a father, perhaps he could fill that male role model(C)-
Theo: -void for her. He smiled again and played with the laughing little girl, almost for a moment looking like a father himself. Stranger things had happened, after all. The girl burbled and giggled. He better not let the press find out about this one, or he might lose that tough and ruthless bit he had slit so many throats to attain.(F)-

[Kahlan Lothair]

Aerillia: Long legs carry her form around the protrusion of the wall and she rests a hip against the door frame. "Yes, I doubt the night could go on without the Rogue and the Damsel in distress." A chuckle littered with the very essence of the desert fills the room for just a moment. She watches Theo for a moment and smiles as the babe all but scrambles at the chance to play with the Rogue. A single wisp of her ebon hair falls to touch her cheek, almost as a testament to her very long morning thus far. When Willow holds the teddy bear out of her to see and makes grabbing motions to be held by the Desert Rose, Aerillia smiles and takes her turn with the child. Remarking that the teddy bear is adorable. The babe makes a few gurgling sounds before playing with some of Aerillia's <C>
Aerillia: Hair, coaxing to fall from the loose tie that binds it back. Laughing as the dark locks fall about her face and over Willow, she grins and presses her nose the the babe's nose. Both of them break into a chorus of laughter before Aerillia sets Willow down and watches her run on stubby legs back to her mother. "Adorable child, I cant get over how beautiful she is Kahlan." A grin comes to her lips for a moment longer before she resumes her spot resting a hip against the doorframe, looking absolutely content to be where she is at the moment, even though those devastatingly handsome eyes always seem to be watching, contemplating, and analyzing the situation before her. The tattoo on the back of her neck, now covered by her hair, would only be known by a few in this area where as it <C>
Aerillia: Was wider spread in and around the city of Ayenee. Crossing her arms she glances over her shoulder to glance at a servant whose eyes are fixated on her. Did they really think that she couldnt feel their eyes? A chuckle soon follows before she glances to Theo. "So, what is your plan?" A slender dark brow quirks in questioning, quite possibly one of the only people able to question his agenda for it usually (if inadvertantly) included her somehow. <E>

Adam Masou "My Lord..." Yet another unfamiliar face who recognized what was now the shambles of a formerly respected man within the nation. They Ulsterian street patrolman reached down to help Adam up by the arm. Cat's eyes contracted and he raised his hand to slash the man away from him. Bones slipped into place without even clicking... and he stopped in mid air as the man jumped back in surprise. Adam blinked and looked up at the sickle shaped bones on his fingertips. They could have cut through the man's arm right down to the bone. What was he thinking? Of course... he wasn't thinking. Such prolonged stays in the protected forest in Avalon had enhanced his abilities and his feral nature far more than he had originally known it would.<c>
Adam Masou And now it was easy. Too easy. He could crush a man's head if he wanted to, grind his bones apart, cut him in half with his bare hands. And he was weilding it recklessly now, because he was hurt and he was scared. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized how much like an animal he had become. He was not sure if that scared him or not. He couldn't think clearly enough. Such was the curse of the Yuudo in such a civilized day and age- unable to distinguish between his man and his beast when they should have been one. It was Ashina's warmth that made him lift his head as he half lay on the ground, struggling to move forwards and continue tracking her. Even one such as him could not withstand a battle in the underdark and then<c>
Adam Masou hope to cross so many miles of terrain. He was weak, and the poison, though cured, was still ravaging his system. The smell of roses and the forest lit up his nose. She was coming for him. He yielded to it and let his hand fall, the bones sliding back as easily as they had come forth. The scared footman did not know what to do but to stand back and watch the half man as he struggled even for his breath. But in his mind, he felt the warmth of her embrace around him and the touch through their own private line of communications, the Druidess to her loyal mate. He could go no further, but there he would wait for her.<fin>

Ashina: ...the heartbeat came to her then. Just a simple "dun dun, dun dun," but enough to let her know that something was wrong. Every forest had a heart. Some were tainted and blackened by the history that the humans around them had created. Others were good, peaceful and wanted only to help and have companionship, to learn of the world around them. Ulster's forest was the latter. For that reason, Ashina listened carefully as the heart beat out it's sorrowful melody made up of an ancient percussion. <broken>
Ashina: ...Adam was here, and he waited for her. Lifting her skirts, she ran to the gates that surrounded the castle, slippered feet barely touching the dirt as she moved, flying to him. He needed her, in which fashion didn't matter, and she was here now. Her heart stopped as she slowed to a trot, seeing the form that lay placidly in the dirt, the perplexed guards standing around it as if it were some unknown carcass that had managed to invade the perfection of their world. Angrily, she sprinted forth, legs pumping beneathe the fashionable silk, dirt flying around her. <broken>
Ashina: ...She shoved the first guard away from her, dropping to her knees with a sickening crack that she neither heard nor felt. All of her attention, all of her senses were attuned to the unmoving form on the ground. Digits knotted together, knuckles turned to white, and emerald orbs roamed the ravaged body of Adam, taking in the sight, the changes. His aura, once so pure, appeared tainted by some unknown force. Slowly, tentatively, she reached forth, hand shaking with her nerves, and the palm rested against the unruly hair that she had come to know so well. <broken>
Ashina: ...All at once, a hand rested on her shoulder, and she jerked away from Adam, lashing out at the fool who would dare interrupt her now. Wide eyes observed the crouching woman, the feral gleam in her eyes a frightening thing to see. He knew better than to attempt to pull her away, for her powers that were used only for the good of mankind could easily be turned against him in a moment of temporary insanity due to the fact that her lover lay broken and tattered on the ground. <broken>
Ashina: ...Her eyes narrowed once at the man, an unspoken warning that, should he touch her again, there would be reparations, and then she turned once more to Adam. Slender digits slid beneathe his unmoving head, pillowing it from the hard ground, and emerald pools lifted to those of the other guard who stood before her. "Fetch a litter. He must be brought to the castle. Alert the Queen that Adam Masou of the Western Wood has been injured and will be brought to a spare room. Hurry!" <broken>
Ashina: ...Finished with the man, she dismissed him from her mind and turned once more to regard Adam. Slowly, her head lowered, and rose hued appendages rested against his ear as she whispered his name, her breath fanning out against his exposed flesh. <fixed>

-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair Chuckling to the pair she nods. "Just as long as you dont cause the very earth to cave in around yourselves, I support your decision to face Ashina." Frowning for a moment she shifts her weight slightly as if sensing something then she eyes the pair as Willow tugs on her pant leg. Stooping to pick up the girl Kahlan levels her gaze upon them both. Her gaze bearing the weight of her long life and her age as well as some other message. "I think now isnt a good time to face the Lady Ashina. You might want to...wait." She says with a light smile as the babe rests her head against Kahlan's chest. Obviously tuckered out from all of the excitement and ready for her afternoon nap. "Excuse me, I think Aria is exhausted." Carefully extracting herself from the room she takes the steps<C>
-High Queen- Kahlan Lothair After brushing off help from servants and Amelia. She wanted to put her daughter to bed herself, despite the obvious pleas of the other women to help. Carefully and with great ease she carries the baby to her sleeping chamber, laying her down snuggly in the middle of pillows and taking her leave of the excitement for now. When the clash between Theo and Ashina came, it would be interesting, so interesting in fact she didnt necessarily want to be present. <E>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Theo: -He grinned and wiped a few pieces of hair from Aerillia's face. He knew Kahlan knew about them. She wasn't stupid. And she was his best friend, after all. As Ashina had left and Kahlan was the only one left in the room with them, (save Willow, and she hardly counted), he slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her out of the doorframe. "I could say dat about you too, chere." He grinned down at her. He'd apparently been having a good day, albeit a long one. He looked back up to Kahlan with a smile. "She is somet'ing else, Kahly." He said, the true meaning of his words one that only she would understand. He lofted a brow at Aerillia. "Plan, chere? I don' have a plan. Do you have a plan?" He winked as if to tell her not to worry. He might(C)-
Theo: -have actually had a plan, but if he did, he wasn't going to tell her. Ashina would be much less than pleased to see either of them, he was sure of that much. And the last thing he was planning on doing was confronting her. There was no need. He was just here to make some waves and see his best friend and niece. That was it. It was all he was ever doing around here. He was watching over WIllow if he wasn't out causing some kind of trouble. He looked to Aerillia and smiled at her as Kahlan snuck off to put little Willow to bed. "Don' worry, chere. I won' let her drag you back t'Avalon." He kissed her quickly and then let his arm snake out from around her waist. No use risking publicity now anyways, and she knew that. He was armed and(C)-
Theo: -there was no doubt in anyone's mind he was dangerous, but on the same token, he had no reason to pick fights with Ashina. However, he would prefer to have his name cleared from the record as being involved with Shishkabab, or whatever his name was. He didn't need any made up charges added to his list of felonies, he thought that perhaps the ones he actually had committed were enough for him right now.(F)-

Aerillia: Brilliant blue eyes take him in for a moment and she smiles lightly. "You do know she thinks you are holding me ******er against my will. That will not be good for you. Though I have never met the Lady Ashina, I have heard of her wrath and we tasted just a bit of it I believe as we left. I do have a bone to pick with the guard that shot me however." A light chuckle and a flash of a smile that could almost match that of Theo's best rougish smile. Slender tan fingers push through her hair as she rests her back against the wall on the other side of the open door from Theo. Reaching under her her belt, she tugs the folded piece of paper from its holding place and opens the parchment to read it to herself again. What was it? Information of some sort written in her own language as <C>
Aerillia: Fail safe. It was a piece of the puzzle she was continously working on. Come now, who ever thought she was an idle woman must think that the Sun revolves around the Moon. It just wasnt so. The Desert Rose was often at work in her own right whether it be at painting, sword play, or gathering ingredients for various healing poultices and some such things. Lately she has been researching a mixture that will aid in healing open wounds. A little biologist perhaps as well as a Priestess? No, and it wasnt exactly her urgent need to help humanity either. It was something to do, and a code to break. Theo knew as much about her to know that she enjoyed a challenge. Indeed what a challenge it would be to confront Ashina. <E>

Adam Masou He lay still for a long while, gray eyes searching over her and locked on her emeralds. Speech, for the moment, was a mere memory. In all truth they did not need it. He lifted his head, as if her presence gave him some renewed strength and smiled just faintly. A hand, scarred from many mutations of the bone but still flesh and bone, reached for her face. He ran it along her hair though it was dirty with stains of dried blood in the creases of the palm. Just that simple touch alone was enough to renew him so he could sit. Slowly he pushed up from the ground to prop himself on his elbows. The animal in him half clenched his hand on the side of her face, just grateful to feel her skin and at the same time fearful his Druidess might leave him once more.<c>
Adam Masou He looked on her softly, not the same wild thing that had come so ferverously through the gates of the city, but the human half of him welling up with a need for touch and affection from the only woman- the only human being - in the world that had ever been able to truly touch his soul. "I thought..." He choked, "I thought I would never see you again." What could he tell her, that he had gone to the Underdark in search of a man that belonged to his most hated enemy race, helped a Luminatti in order to reclaim a relic that the Drow slavers had stolen from Tsalaya's altars over a thousand years ago? Could he tell her that he had changed? But she would know. There was a small taint in him now, a resurgence of an old hatred, a vendetta he had<c>
Adam Masou long set aside against the worshippers of Lolth that had come back full force with Elg's treason against Aeron and against Adam himself. They long standing hatred of the Yuudo by the drow did not help, either. The Dark Skins saw his people as savage, stupid, and a means to an end. He hated them for it. But he could not hate when in Ashina's arms. He could only see her, smell her. He pulled her head to his, rested his forehead against hers. He took a few moments, nuzzling her, taking her in. "I can walk." He said after a few moments. It was well below his pride to be carried off into a castle. He had just... wanted to see her, hold her, just for a moment, before he went there. <fin>

Ashina: ...They both kept secrets now. She knew and understood this and for her own reasons, kept silent in the midst of the chaos that was their reunion. Sharp pains invaded her body where he touched her, rememberance of the poision reverberating through her, offering her a brief glimpse of his suffering before skittering off as if they had never been. She showed no outward reaction to this. She, too, had changed. Things had become more potent, her senses more in tune with her surroundings. She had spent many weeks learning the grueling lessons that helped her control any outward show of pain or shock at the things that now happened to her. Secrets. <broken>
Ashina: They piled on, one by one. Adam's past was a mystery to her that he hadn't yet shared. Even his true name was something she had yet to learn, and perhaps it would destroy the bond they had built. For a fleeting instance, the dream of Adahy, the Evil One who had tried to harm her, resurfaced in her memory bank, but she refused to grasp hold of it, instead, allowed it to drop back into the depths of memory from which it had sprung. She would not analyze the things that were given to her. Not with Adam. It was his place to tell her, not her place to use logical reasoning to find out and she wouldn't steal that from him. <broken>
Ashina: ...The guards stood around now, dumbstruck, unsure of what to do. The revered guest of Kahlan, their Lady Queen, had come to the gates a broken man, and now he would walk back to the castle? Stranger things had occurred, of course, but this was almost too much for their minds to accept. The guard Ashina had sent to retrieve the litter had returned in time to hear Adam refuse help, and he too stood around, watching and waiting for orders. Ashina, however, knew of Adam's pride, and for that reason, she waved the men away. If he would stumble, only she would bear witness to it. The men lagged in their steps, wanting to see this feat of strength, but a look from Ashina managed to help them move along a little quicker. <broken>
Ashina: ...No one crossed the druidess. It was said that she possessed powers beyond imagination and they wouldn't care to test such a rumor. Even their Lady Queen did things that were slightly out of the ordinary, but Kahlan was beloved by her people. Ashina was not offered such a courtesy. She was respected and in some cases, feared. Without thought, Ashina moved leaned forward slightly, her lower back bending. If Adam needed assistance, she was there. Of course, she hadn't responded to his words. But, words weren't important right then. <fixed>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Theo: -He grinned again, leaning against the bookcase, leafing through a volume of sonnets distractedly. "I suppose dat will work against me, but I got faith dat ya won' hang me out t'dry, right chere?" He asked in an amused voice. He apparently had no fear or worry from Ashina. He had not done a thing wrong, in his book ,and he could have done a lot worse. He was wrongly arrested and Aerillia, at this point, didn't seem to mind much being kidnapped. Though the scurry of feet in the hallway and the shouts indicating the arrival of Lord Adam Masou, injured and in need of attended piqued his interest. So the monkey tamer had made it here after all. He had been wondering about that. After that little excursion to the Underdark he had thought that maybe Elg Cah'Phlith's (C)-
Theo: -poison had finally done him in. Little did Adam know that Theoren had been there and had watched the mountain fall. Or did he not remember Theoren? The cajun rogue froze in his shoes for a moment as the thought dawned on him- Adam had watched Theoren shoot himself in the head and die! Well, he thought, pale faced and for once surprised, this would be especially hard to explain if he was caught there. Adam also didn't know what role Theoren had played in the ressurection of his precious Aeron, now did he? He supposed of the beast did know what he had done there would be no bad blood between them, however to give away that secret was a little more than Theoren was willing to risk. He would just have to tell Ashina(C)-
Theo: -the truth. He was sure, he didn't do it often, so it might kill him. But then again, she might not believe the truth, either, even if he did tell it. Whatever got into his head and made him think that she would even listen to him, he was on Ulsterian soil. All the evidence he needed that his story was believeable was Kahlan's testimony that he had been the one to birth Willow, and Aerillia to stand with him, and he would be in the clear.(F)-

Aerillia: The observant desert rose saw the visible color change on Theo's face and quirked a brow. Piercing blue eyes cross the gap between them and cross his handsome features before returning to the parchment. One hand to wonder about the sanity of the Guild Patriarch after all, this of course coaxes a laugh from her. Putting the parchment away she turns toward Theo, the door between them thus casting them mostly in shadow, and leans a shoulder against the wall. "It would seem that Adam is here." Now why is it that she didnt refer to him as Lord Adam like everyone else? Well a meeting that seemed ages ago gave her the knowledge she needed. Adam would detest being called a Lord if at best uncomfortable with the title. Just as she was uncomfortable being called a Lady. From her <C>
Aerillia: Vantage point she can see Ashina. The woman commanded attention, but so did Aerillia and likewise so did Kahlan, though Kahlan on an entirely different level than Aerillia. Piercing eyes take in the sight of the High Priestess. Her first sight of the woman ever and she wasnt disappointed, nay not disappointed at all, rather she thought the woman could possibly bear the biggest heart. Ashina would not be able to see the elusive Desert Rose from where she currently stands, sheathed in shadow, lurking like a silent wraith and at best little better than a spirit to the senses. Aerillia had no real reason to fear Ashina and she could see that now, though she hoped the woman would listen to what Theo had to say, for he was framed. Well all except the kidnapping part. That was truth. <E>

Adam Masou He was almost walking just to be defiant of the men of Ulster that brought him aid. He knew what they thought of him. They thought him savage and strange. He did not need them nor did he need them to judge him. He would not lean on Ashina either. Though his injuries were great, his pride was enough to get him on his feet to look squarely at the man holding the litter even as a wound dribbled a tiny bit of blood from his side. The man blinke dand nodded and turned around to leave. Adam walked, stork legged towards the castle. Once out of sight from the guards he practically collapsed against the wall. Only Ashina would know him in weakness, broken and bleeding. To everyone else, he was rock. He was strength. He would not have<c>
Adam Masou his people shamed by his weakness. Fingers gripped the wall, even as his fingers begged to morph into the sickle-claws to help him along the wall. He found that his transformations were more malleable now, more fluid. They came when he needed them and no longer required prior concentration to activate. It was the opposite now, he had to concentrate on NOT making them activate. He followed the wall to his room, stumbling in through the door and finally resting, curled in a ball on the bed. He panted for a moment like an injured wolf or dog. It was with great pain that he was actually able to sit up. As he had been in th epast, he was still soft spoken, only speaking when he had something important to say, and forever hiding behind <c>
Adam Masou his wall of anti-emotion, but not with her anymore. His face showed worry, emotion, love, and some pain mixed in. He reached up for her, took her face in his hands, kissed her as he drew a breath in. Her scent... every time he smelled a flower that smelled like her he had looked up, hoping against hope he would see her there. But she never was. Now that he had her again he vowed to himself he would never let her out of his sight again. Never. "I will heal." He said when he finally coaxed himself into breaking the kiss. "I just need to sleep." A small smile and he couldn't take his hands from her beautiful face. She knew that he would be fine if she had business she needed to attend to. Fingers were tracing and rememorizing that face. He loved her<c>
Adam Masou More than he had ever anticipated. They would share their stories later. Right now, he needed to rest and give his malleable gene structure the chance to repair his broken body. He was, in effect, running on empty<fin>.

Ashina: ...She knew, of course, that Theo and Aerillia awaited her. She had been alerted of their presence by her handmaiden a few nights past with the hope that she would control herself if she were not taken by suprise. But, then, Ashina always controlled herself. When she felt her anger was unjustified, that is. In this case, she wasn't quite sure what to make of Aerillia's lack of resistance. She had been alerted of the kidnapping of the priestess, and now it seemed that she might have been misinformed. Aerillia was free to leave Avalon at any point, along with the rest of the citizens there. If she had gone willingly with Theo, then there was no grudge between herself and that rogue. <broken>
Ashina: She had heard of his reputation. Just bits and pieces, but enough to allow her to draw the conclusion that if Aerillia did, indeed, stay with the man of her own accord, perhaps Ashina should push for a wedding at the earliest possible date. A slight smirk twisted her lips, and then she returned from her thoughts, her attention diverted back to Adam's probing touch. She ached for him in a way that was impossible to describe. Sexual intentions were clearly voided in these new feelings. There was, of course, the attraction, but more importantly, the ache sprung from her heart. Her lips met his forhead in a gentle caress and then whispered words broke free of her lips, <broken>
Ashina: ..."There is nothing here that is more important than you. And, if my guess is correct, I may need your assistance in dealing with a certain friend. But, that comes later. For now, rest. I'll stay with you until you sleep." Carefully, she sat on the edge of the bed, slender digits playing lightly over his arm in a comforting matter. She had yet to spend any time with her goddaughter, and there was the issue of Theo and Aerillia to address as well as an uninterrupted interview with Kahlan to explain her absence, but for now, Adam was at the top of her list of things to do. <fixed>

[Kahlan Lothair]

Theo: -Funny, how he had the idea he should go check on the zookeeper. He had vaguely remembered Lillith telling Aeron something about going to find him. He would assume Adam's mood was not a good one, nor was he acting favoribly towards the Luminatti at present. What was that old phrase again? Hung someone out to dry? He had risked life and limb to save someone he would have rather killed, and they prioritized him last on the list. It was a real pity. Adam was... useful. But moreover, his people, Theoren gathered, had a long history of being abused by other races. Apparently nothing had really changed. If nothing else when he returned to the tavern he would have something to tell Lillith when she asked about her little pet( C)-
Theo: -He beckoned for Aerillia to follow him as he strode confidently out the door. Not too confidently, however. No, recklessness, that could get you killed. You only ever got one change to underestimate an opponent you think is weaker than you, and that one chance could be deadly if played wrong. He leaned in the doorway, looking over Adam with an appraising eye, as if he was some artifact he was looking to price. He looked sick. Elg's poison did its work well, though he seemed to be recovering nicely. Still a few bruises and scratches from Elg's scuff, but nothing like what he had given to Thacher the day he had been contracted for the Underdark mission. Theo looked bemused. What a positively resiliant young man. He looked back at Aerillia(C)-
Theo: -and motioned to Adam as if to say, 'Hey look!! He's still alive! Isn't that neat?' but he only grinned and looked back at the man again. "Monkey tamer." He said allowed. "Nice to see ya still walkin' around. I 'spose you'll want me t'tell your pal Lillith you're ok?" He asked, seemingly completely aloof to Ashina's presence. (F)-

Aerillia: While Theo could pretend to ignore the presence of Ashina, Aerillia could not. Her attention however fell upon the form of Adam. He didnt look good at all, but hopefully by his show of will he would be on the mend. Long delicate ebon curls sway in an all but non-existant breeze. She steps into the room after Theo does and glances over Adam. Strong soul he was and a great man for Ashina, she could tell they loved one another greatly. Resting a hand on her hip she eyes the room for a moment before leveling her gaze upon Ashina, would the woman even know that this was the Priestess she had lost? Aerillia had never met Ashina, so this made as an interesting first meeting, in an infirmary alongside the bed of a man she considered an acquaintance though they had only met twice. The<C>
Aerillia: Stress of the situation made her head swim. Vaguely aware that the room has tilted at an odd angle. She falls unceremoniously into a chair, having been caught off guard by the light headed feeling. Must have been all the late night work she pulled in the Library. Blinking a few times she shakes her head and waves off any concern Theo may cast her direction as she stands once more. A tall, proud woman of the desert. <E>

Adam Masou Adam looked up, slightly startled. He didn't even think about why he didn't smell or hear Theoren Roullier approaching. He was very hurt right now, his senses were quite dull. It was his words that were even more surprising. Upon having reported to Ashina of his presence in Avalon, Adam had actually never seen Theo. The only reason he recognized him was from seeing him every so often around the Lumination... and... something else. Vaguely he remembered man with hair like fire, a gunshot, a pool of blood. He narrowed his eyes. Clearly this man, walking, talking, breathing, and mouthing off, was quite alive. Could it be he was remembering incorrectly? He did not think it was so, he remembered the face very well, however, Elg Cah'Phlith's poison <c>
Adam Masou had already begun to work on his system by then. Perhaps, he thought, he was hallucinating the whole thing. He lifted his chin defiantly at the brassy man who had insulted him, though he had probably meant no harm by it. Obviously this fire haired one knew who and what Adam was. Probably a friend of Lillith's. "The Luminatti have not done me any favors." He said, his voice edgy with a little malice he was trying to hide. "You may tell Kanati what you chose. I do not care either way." He had his own names for everyone in his own language, and it was more than evident that the Luminatti family and their extensions, the horse tamer and the dark skin, were not welcome among his people or his lands. After all, one good turn deserves another<c>
Adam Masou Aerillia's presence made him turn his head from Theo. He did vaguely remember her. Before the slimey creature that Kirihito had embedded in his circulatory system had been cut out, leaving a long scar across his back that Ashina was bound to notice sooner or later, she had met him one night when his symbiote had taken control of his system. He remembered very little of her, all but her face was faded from his tired mind. Instead, he moved closer to Ashina in a dual attempt to protect her as well as feel protected from this sudden intrusion of personal space.<fin>

Ashina: ....Ashina had never before lain eyes upon the two who so blantantly charged into the room. She was undetermined whether to accept them or not when Theo burst forth with the expression, 'monkey tamer.' Well, then, obviously no friend, but the possability of a foe was yet to be seen. The druidess preferred peace to war, her people her main concern with the exception of a few. Kahlan, Adam, and now Willow were the only outsiders that really mattered. Even Naavah and Tony had not managed to intrude into her life in such a way that she cared to further her aquaintance with them. And now, here, this man stood insulting her love. <broken>
Ashina: ...A cold retort sprang to her lips but was held in check when Adam voiced his opinion on the Luminatti situation. This was a new development for the priestess. She had never heard of such a family as the Luminatti, but, then, she had never heard of Adam Masou before having met him either. One raven brow lifted as the girl peeked in behind Theo, and she tilted her head slightly to the side, wondering at that one's presence. Something about her struck Ashina as familiar. Their coloring was in tune, both with dark hair and beautiful, delicate features. The girl's aura, however, allowed Ashina a glimpse at power and possibly affection for the rude man who stood in the doorway. <broken>
Ashina: ...When Aerillia collapsed, Ashina would have moved to her side, but instead stayed firmly rooted. If they were here to harm Adam she would be sure to cause an awfully lot of pain before she was done. The man seemed to ignore her, and Ashina would not stand for that. Rather, she would prefer to divert his attention in her direction than that of Adam, "Can I help you or do you randomly burst into the private chambers of every stranger and insult them?" She was on the defensive. If this man had business here, he'd better state it soon. <fixed>