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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2012 10:53 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:49 pm
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Moping was not proper. A noble did not mope, they did not cry. At least not where they might be seen. Sadly, there were few places one might have a good cry and be secret about it. There were no real 'private' residences that were really THAT private, and the few places one might cry... people tended to go near far to often for comfort. The lakeside was not very private, but the water and reeds muffled sounds, and not a lot of clan members went there.
So as she let tears fall for those who had died, and she didn't think to be mindful that someone might see her in her time of weakness, that she might be caught. She only wanted a moment of peace and grief. The voice of someone she didn't know, (she would have been mortified if it was Mengyao), had her quickly drying her eyes before facing him. From his clothes, he looked the part of death, one of their soldiers perhaps? "Ah, just trying to clear my senses. The pollen here is so thick isn't it?" There were no flowers, and her eyes betrayed the tears she'd shed. "...You won't tell anyone will you?" Lan whispered, hoping that at the very least, she might have that.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 10:00 pm
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Tact was something that came and went in conquest. If you liked someone you were tactful, if not... well they could suffer some public humiliation. sniffling a bit again, Lan tried in vain to mask it but, that was pretty much pointless by now. He'd seen her, and if he wanted, he could hold it over her head if he wanted. She'd later thank the heavens he wasn't.
"Well, no. I mean." She turned to face the lake, ashamed to cry. "I don't want to talk about it, but if I don't.. it hurts. It hurts far more than it should. What happened... who.." the word came up with a choking sound, "...died." Shaking he head. Lan tried to ignore her sad filled thoughts. "My apologies. I am Lan from conquest. You're from death I assume?"
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 10:43 pm
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Soren did what came naturally to him, he scanned the area as she spoke, looking for threats and eavesdroppers. From the sound of things...it sounded as if she almost wanted to tell him about it, maybe she just needed a stranger to dp that. He nodded a bit in understanding, not speaking, so if she was facing the lake she might not ever know that he was trying to show her that he did understand.
"Yes, Soren," he offered. "You don't need to apologize to me. It does hurt, but maybe it should feel this bad." He looked in the direction she was, but rather than the lake his eyes focused on something much closer, plants with small flowers clinging to life near the edge of the water. His face wore its own mask of sorrow, not fully covered by the faceplate that partially hid his face. "But no matter how it feels I have to keep going." His deep, gruff voice was oddly quiet, as if he was speaking to himself more so than her. Clearing his throat he spoke up again, a bit louder this time. "Who was it? What was their name?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 3:50 am
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She didn't notice him looking for others, though if she had, Lan would have thanked him for it. She could have had a whole herd behind her and she might have not noticed.
"Soren. Nice to meet you." She bowed slightly, shoulders going back. Composure, she was trying to regain it but wasn't doing a very good job. She hated not having better control over he emotions. It was just frustrating. "Part of me thinks it foolish and weak to be so broken up over it, but another part of me says if I am not upset then I dishonor them. Do I bring dishonor to weep for them? To who suffers the shame? Do the dead even care." A small coughing laugh. Bitter, she sniffled again. "I have vowed to have my vengeance, but that must wait while we rebuild."
Looking down he noticed one of the flowers, pulling it up to twirl in her fingers. "Names... don't matter do they? They are dead, and nothing I can do will bring them back to me."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:41 pm
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"If grieving is all it takes than I'm both foolish and weak," he informed her. "And if someone is so bothered by a few tears shed for the lost than maybe they have the problem." It was a bit unusual for him to be quite so talkative, but he was laying out what he thought, whether or not she agreed with him. And this just so happened to be a topic that he knew a bit too much about.
"I can't see how its bad if you cry for someone you cared about, but if all you do is sit around crying than I doubt that's what they would have wanted. Me? Astridr saved me by sending me to help these little Halloween foals, and I'd imagine that if she could see me not doing anything useful she'd have a thing or two to tell me." His voice had caught at the name of his priestess, and his voice had gotten a bit hoarse, but he had managed to keep talking. "The least we can do is remember their names, even if it really doesn't matter. We can honor their memory as we plan our vengeance."
His eyes were glued to the flower she twirled in her fingers, riveted to the small dash of color before he abruptly spoke again. "What do you know of trance?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:30 pm
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"Trance can be more than that," he informed her. This was a time when this particular skill that the Death Clan had could come in useful, and he still needed to full make use of that service. So far though, it was just something he was not sure he was ready to handle.
"Trance can be used to remember. If you go into Trance to remember something, its preserved much better than simple memory alone. Maybe you want to forget your parents, your fiance. But perhaps you would rather save the good memories that you have while you still can." He looked out at the lake again, pointedly not focusing on any vegetation. "Or maybe you want to save the worst memories, memories of the isles destruction, so that you never forget why you're fighting."
For him, he was likely to do a bit of both. Just saving any memory of her, she who had been so much more than just his priestess, would give him reason enough to fight.
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