Lady Ceannah (invoked) wrote in caeleste, @ 2009-10-07 10:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | ceannah anacleto, fenrir, npc |
the coward's plight (fenrir)
The lavish apartment that Ceannah was currently staying in was a step back into more traditional elven design. Ornamentally carves pieces of wood detailing not only fantastic beasts of old, and stories from greater times all were finished in high glosses and the most expensive of trim. Mostly golds, as the Anacleto favored such things. Silks of red and dark blue. Sometimes black to give the piece a shadow of it's own. Everything was perfectly placed and told a new story of wealth. There was nothing in the apartment which had dust on it. Not even inside the doorways had dust on them. Her servants were as invisible as she wanted them to be. Two were stationed just outside the main room in the hall, and another two were likely already in the kitchen and uncorking a bottle of wine which was older than she was.
Above the doors themselves were two crossed blades, the first of simple design, what Gaius had always favored, a straight blade with a straighter hilt. The blade itself was marked with the crest of the Anacleto. Something Gaius had kissed more than once before he'd fallen to Flaithriaoh. The second sword was of a finer craftsmanship, one Salathiah had made himself and used quite often, it was all flourish. Though Salathiah was good with it, better than any of her family, he was still much more showy than Gaius had been. The accents of gold and silver, the basket made of a tangle of roses with their thorns pointing outwards to catch an enemy by surprise should they cross blades at a close range like Salathiah had liked to do. They were there above the door to remind her of what failure meant. There would be no trophy upon her death, no blade to remember her by. No titles for her to leave behind if she fell so soon.
Both had fallen to Flaithriaoh. She would make sure that one day a blade found his heart and tore it from his chest, either personally or otherwise. The 'Champion' would fall for everything he and his had done to her.
There was no shine to Lorien, or even a token to say that Ceannah still believed.
One bitter look at the swords before she crossed completely into the main room. It was Alvir who sat before he was offered a seat and Ceannah bit her tongue to keep from directing him to a different seat. Alvir was a man of action, though most were cowardly, and the last thing she needed then was another shouting match. Even if she'd won, she didn't need to prove her dominance over her brother in front of anyone. Especially not with company like Fenrir. The doors were closed behind them, and Ceannah offered a seat with her hand as an attendant appeared from the hall with a silver tray. The tray had drinks of all assortments, and cheese, meat, and bread should any of them have been hungry. Alvir sat up to take something before Ceannah shot him a dirty look.
It was for Fenrir first.
Alvir should have known better.
"Lord Fenrir, this is my sister Ceannah. And as you already are aware, I am Alvir Anacleto."
"You're about twenty minutes late on introductions. When you meet people it's best to say that right then, and more flourish. A bow would have been nice." Ceannah said over her own glass. Alvir almost got up, angry with her. Ceannah almost laughed, but that was what she was here for, to correct him. She tsked over her glass then turned her eyes back on Fenrir.
"Do you want to know about the elves who have already attempted to kill my brother?"
The window behind her chair had a dazzling view of the other towers, and of the surrounding lands, a large window which nearly covered the whole wall behind her.