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Avalynn Dubhghail (dubhghail) wrote in bizarre_city,
@ 2013-06-22 17:44:00

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avalynn dubhghail, mikino alcaeyn

October 5th
Who | Avalynn Dubhghail & Mikino Alcaeyn
When | October 5th
Where | Royal Stables
What | Returning from the West.

When Ava had left court five days earlier, she had not expected to be gone as long as she had. It had meant to be a day or two at the most to simply touch base with both Nye and her Mother. She had not yet invited her cousin to Tadriel and she had no intention of doing so until such a time where she would step down. It was still her home, at least for now, and she would ensure that it would continue to run as it should in her absence. There was a lot there to oversee and not everyone had been put in the correct place. There were still a few individuals she needed to draw in and a few roles to be filled. Once that was done, the estate would all but run itself as smoothly as one could hope. Which meant, her Cousin would stand only as a face for the Public. His limited knowledge would not undermine the estate, which made her all the happier for it.

With two extra days spent in the West, Ava finally managed to set out once more. As she returned to Court, she brought with her the three guards Nye had insisted she take with her. Their faces were familiar, as she had seen them often enough on the Calmcacil holdings, but none she knew personally. It was not something she was entirely comfortable with, but she allowed them the chance to become more familiar. Besides them, Brokk had ridden as well. The loyalty and trust there was something earned over years and it would seem that he would travel with her no matter where she went, even the South. Ava had accepted his decision only because he was not leaving anything behind. His wife had passed in Child birth and his son was long since grown. If she was completely honest, a part of her was relieved that he would remain a constant presence in her life.

Court had never been her favourite place to be, but as they returned she accepted the fact that she could hide away from it no longer. With her horses she'd been able to put more distance between herself and Court proper. Business had always drawn her away at the most convenient of times. She supposed, she was high time she actually became a part of it. In the upcoming weeks, she would need to make more appearances out and about. Not necessarily anything important, just enough to be seen and her presence noted. The rest would come in time, as it always did.

For now, however, she hug back in the stables a little longer. Knowing one's responsibilities and following through on them were two entirely different things. With Brokk standing not too far away, she chuckled, reaching out and running her hand over the Litharian's nose as he moved to nudge her. "I suppose I can't stay hidden in here forever, can I? I don't believe smelling like the stables will earn me any respect."

It would seem, however, that even in the stables, the world outside still found her.

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gilded_justice
2013-06-23 03:26 am UTC (link)

The plan had been to return to Galicia for a break from all of this the moment Azyebel returned to the palace and face the more mundane challenge of introducing Shayleiah to a change in the family dynamic. His feelings on that fluctuated between opposing extremes. Change was always frightening to some degree and it had been a decade since he had considered changing this particular part of his life. Then the day which should have marked the Lady Chaldean’s return came and went. Another followed, and he no longer dwelled upon his own personal dilemmas. He had a whole realm’s future to consider. The clandestine nature of the mission made looking into the matter a tricky thing. If she was not already in danger, drawing attention to her could change that.

When at last she returned, the news was far from good, but she would live, which meant it could have been worse. He had been a force to be reckoned with since. Admittance to the Chaldean’s chambers had never been more restrictive than it was now, and whether she was to be his sovereign soon or not, Mikino Alcaeyn remained Lord Regent and in this instance he remained unmovable. No one was granted entrance without his personal approval and even those who had been granted that must undergo strict security protocol upon each visit to verify their identity. Mikino had not exempted even himself from this particular stipulation, and his guards had their ways of identifying him.

No accident or tragedy would befall her under his watch, he was determined of that.

Then there was the matter of who happened to come upon her in those very stables to which he strode purposefully now, Aredhel preceding him and two others trailing behind. Lord Viorel was pushing his luck and this new cousin’s luck had been unfortunate, arriving at a time when tensions were so very high. Mikino was intimidating even when he was feeling amicable, and he was far from it these days. Those tending their horses or the stables found reasons to busy themselves elsewhere when those golden eyes swept over the place. That suited him just as well. He was looking for someone in particular. His words had evidently not stuck the last time they spoke, and he meant to ensure that Eoin was quite clear this time around.

Only it wasn’t Eoin Viorel he was to be met with. He had come here with the assurance that the young Lord would be returning from a ride soon, with every intent to press him into leaving the Palace. Instead he was faced with someone he could not startle or bully into getting out of his way. He ought to have looked happier to see his intended, perhaps, but he didn’t manage much more than keeping the annoyance he felt milder than it really was. He gave the large area another once-over before he even grudgingly acknowledged her, the tone rough, lacking some measure of its usual culture. He was so good at all those games she disliked, but he wasn’t playing just now. His skill had always relied upon some amount of time to recharge. He had impressed upon Sidonie the importance of this very thing to center oneself. Lately there had been no respite. No trips home. He missed his own halls. He missed Shayleiah and the familiarity of a staff that had become more family than many bearing his name and crest.

“Lady Dubhghail, I had not expected you back here so soon. Nothing is amiss to the West, I pray."

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dubhghail
2013-06-23 04:28 am UTC (link)

Ava was currently outside of those limited few who were aware of the state the Chaldean had returned in just two days prior. Which left Mikino's sudden arrival in the stables quite the surprise. She had not sent word ahead of her own impending arrival and even if it had been brought to his attention once she had arrived, it was unlikely that he would be accompanied by more guards than Aredhel if he was simply there to speak with her. It was safe to assume, even without the grudging acknowledgement of her presence, that she had not been his intended target.

With that being said, she did not find offense in his tone, as she had done nothing to her knowledge that would insist it. "The West remains as well as can be hoped for," she responded, offering him the proper formality under the eyes of his guards. Whether it was necessary was beside the point. Better safe then sorry, as they say. She had chosen to return to Court, it was beneficial to keep it's protocols at the forefront of her mind at least until they had once again become second nature.

"I had not intended to be expected me, luckily," she offered, choosing to allow him the opportunity to take his leave, should he need to. He seemed to have plenty on his mind currently outside of her own presence, which she could not say was surprising given what she knew of the shifting dynamics within the Palace. "You were expecting to find another? I would like to say that I'm able to point you in the right direction, but save stable hands and yourself, I have not come across anyone of notable significance."

There were things she knew that they needed to discuss, but none that were pressing enough to keep him in his current spot. Nor were they anything she really wanted to discuss in the middle of a stable. Having only just arrived herself, she did not trust that her thoughts would be verbalized in the proper order.

	dubhghail 2015-03-09 01:50 am UTC (link)
	This makes me feel like my more recent writing is not up to par facepalm (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gilded_justice 2015-03-09 01:59 am UTC (link)
	I have a couple of PSLs too, which is honestly better, I think. Time jumps, no comm rules, no apps. It's the way to do it. If you ever wanna write together again, though, hit me up. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	dubhghail 2015-03-09 02:03 am UTC (link)
	I agree. There's too much potential for drama in games. I don't have any plot ideas currently, but I'd totally be up for that. It's hard to find decent writers who haven't jumped on the fifty shades of nonsense. bandwagon. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	gilded_justice 2015-03-09 02:05 am UTC (link)
	haha, I haven't read it, watched it, or bothered clicking any links. I am as unspoiled by that as anyone can be. I don't have any specific plot ideas in mind, but I bet we could wrangle something up. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)