Vedette Niveue-Uthral (in_the_service) wrote in caeleste, @ 2009-12-21 22:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | ithacles, vedette uthral |
drawing the line (ithacles)
Vedette was a soldier of Faustben, a private guard to the King, or to his family. Without Ithunvel being alive she has been jostled for years between the remaining members of the family. But Ithacles was somewhat her constant companion. They had been, and were friends. But after his antics in Astarii Vedette had felt like an alien beside him. She was angry for the way he'd treated her, or rather, spoke to her in front of Vata. It was if she was some common dog, to be ordered around like that. She knew he had every right, as Prince of Faustben, to order her around in such a way but he just didn't normally. She wasn't a human soldier, she wasn't even an elf like those Thunderbolts.. so used to orders that were probably yelled in the heat of battle. She was a Dragon. No man commanded a Dragon. Sometimes she forgot about that, sometimes she honestly saw herself as just a human..
But she wasn't. And she could not ignore it now. Not with Koe there. Koe was a dragon too. Koe was.. more than just that. He was something else to her. Something deep and meaningful that she hadn't thought about in so long. She wanted to find him alone, or go somewhere so they could be alone. It had been quite awhile since she'd seen him, but he'd never been too far from her thoughts. At least, not when she had time to think of her other life. That of Iluq. Her father was also at the front of her thoughts when she thought of herself as a dragon. He'd always told her to be proud, and strong. To be brave and bold. To never kill without mercy, but to never allow herself to be killed. Their blood too precious to spill. What was she now? Was she Vedette? Or Iluq? A servant or the master?
She had been.. serving for so long. She owed a debt to Faustben. She owed hr life to that country, which she did love as it was still shadowed by the mountains which were once her home. She still owed them that, but for how long? How long could she ignore what she really was? How long could she keep it from those that mattered to her so much? Was that why it bothered her? That Ithacles had ordered her around when she.. when he'd..
The fire she'd carefully made was dying again.
Vedette gathered wood from the pile one of the Thunderbolts had collected for her and she poked the wood into the embers of the fire all the while keeping herself as far from it as she could. She could hear him coming, but chose not to turn around. She was still so angry with him. Ithacles, Son of Ithunvel, was not the kind of person who cared much if you were angry with him. No, he wouldn't care that much. Vedette thought as she poked another big piece of wood into the fire with a nice long stick. She had her gloves on, but her jacket was undone and open. She looked uncomfortably warm there beside the fire. But she hated the weird looks that people gave her when she wasn't in front of a fire.
It was, of course, cool at night so close to the mountains.
She sat back on the roll she'd spread out beside the fire to sleep on. Putting both her arms back behind her and leaned back on her hands. Now she could see him there. She wasn't about the start the conversation. She looked back down at the fire and scowled at it. And it's heat. Maybe she could convince Koe to sneak off with her and fly ahead. If they could map out the journey early then perhaps neither would have to ride on horses and carts for so long.