Tar-Miriel sank beneath the waves (miriel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-21 19:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | miriel, zaira |
Who: Zaira and Miriel
What: A discussion and offer of friendship. And babysitting.
Where: Citadel
When: Recently!
Zaira: *paces Citadel room* *wants to know WHY she was locked up here*
Zaira: *has been told she'll have to wait for someone to talk to her, grumbles*
Miriel: *knocks on Zaira's door*
Zaira: ENTER! *stops pacing, goes to fix herself some tea*
Miriel: *enters!**smiles* Hello!
Zaira: *squints* Miriel, aye?
Miriel: Mmhmm. ^_^ Just wanted to fill you in on what's going on.
Zaira: Well it's about feckin' time SOMEONE did.
Zaira: Feel like a feckin' prisoner, and I ain' done much wrong.
Miriel: The king..seemed to think that the witches..the ones that tried to take us. They're trying to get to us through dreams.
Zaira: *drops her teacup on the floor*
Miriel: **sighs**helps clean it up* He felt it was better for you, safer, up in the citadel. I suppose we should all speak with Faramir's wife, about what we can do to fight this.
Zaira: Y'might o'feckin' told me sooner, y'know. D'ye have any idea how many feckin' times I've pondered stabbin' meself er'druggin' meself t'keep awake er'just plain throwin' meself off a wall somewheres!?
Miriel: We..didn't really know. *sighs**throws away the cup*
Zaira: *pulls on her hair*
Miriel: *puts a hand on her shoulder, then draws her into a hug* They've already tried to get you... they haven't tried me yet, I don' tknow why
Zaira: *hugs her, briefly, then wriggles free and paces the room* Were feckin' easy t'get me...... easy target..... Feck!
Miriel: *blinks*
Zaira: .... *eyedarts* *forces herself to calm down* .... well, thank ye for bringin' me th' news.
Miriel: Do you want to talk about it?
Zaira: *waves a hand* *pokes her belly* Father o'this died 'bout 3 months ago.
Miriel: *winces* I am so sorry...
Zaira: Been seein' 'im. And th'child. *shrugs*
Miriel: ..that is how they...oh, that is just...manipulative..
Zaira: They're feckin' witches, girl. Ye think they'd be anyin' BUT manipulative little bitches?
Zaira: Umbar brings 'em up that way, sometimes. Glad I were raised somewheres else.
Miriel: *rolls her eyes* This just strikes me as especially..vindictive.
Zaira: It's they're wantin' t'use us fer somethin', an'we're not lettin' em.
Zaira: So they're bein' pissy I guess.... shoulda thought o'that sooner...
Miriel: *nods her head* I will..need to guard my sleep then. We should...use phrases, that will wake us up.
Zaira: *eyedarts* *pulls a pretty blue stone out of her shirt* Friend o'mine gave me this.
Zaira: Necklace helps a bit. Can usually remember that it's s'posed t'be there.
Zaira: So if I can't feel it there, I know it's a dream, now.
Miriel: *nods her head* When you sleep, you forget about it being there, and know something is missing...
Zaira: *shakes her head* Dreams'r very realistic. If yer got a wound in this dream, yer gonna FEEL it. Ye can ask people in this dream if yer dreamin', an' they'll convince ye that ye AREN'T.
Zaira: Witchery is makin' a lot o'feckin' sense, since they use what they remember seein', y'see?
Zaira: Th'witches don' know that I HAVE this, I'm thinking, it's why it ain't there, in th'dreams.
Zaira: Same thing with Ziran's eye... it ain't e'er patched up, 'cause they remember 'er with two eyes...
Zaira: ... but Ziran ain't e'er IN the dreams anymore.... think they caught on'tthat.
Miriel: *nods her head*
Zaira: *still pacing*
Miriel: *stops her* We cannot stop them from plagueing our dreams entirely, merely be armed with knowledge to help fight.
Zaira: Still woulda liked t'know 'bout this earlier.
Miriel: *nods her head*
Zaira: *rubs at her stomach, sits down*
Miriel: *watches Zaira, frowns*
Zaira: *shrugs her shoulders*
Miriel: *Sits down next to her**puts an arm around her shoulder*
Zaira: We ne'er were that good at bein' pregnant. *sighs*
Miriel: *laughs softly* No one is good the first time.
Zaira: Ne'er are second times, neither. *shakes her head*
Miriel: ...ah. *squeezes her*
Zaira: ... yar.
Miriel: You've got good care, here, though.
Zaira: Me mam 'ad good care in Dol Amroth, too. *shakes her head*
Zaira: I ain't holdin' on t'any false hopes 'ere.
Miriel: *smiles at her* You've got a king and possibly elvish healers, as well. *winks*
Zaira: Imrahil wants me t'go back t'Dol Amroth...
Miriel: Do you want to?
Zaira: I.. don' really know.
Zaira: Offered me a lot o'stuff, t'make this easier on me. Help with healers, somewhere t'stay, someone t'raise 'er...
Zaira: Think I want t'raise 'er meself...
Miriel: Raising your own child is a responsibility, and I'm glad you're willing to take it on.
Zaira: Means givin' up sailin' fer a ... really feckin' long time. Girl deserves not t'be raised on a feckin' ship.
Miriel: IS that what the father would have wanted?
Zaira: *sighs* We ne'er agreed on anythin'.
Zaira: 'cept that we liked sharin' a bed.
Miriel: *smirks a bit* Often enough that he might matter.
Zaira: He wouldn' a'wanted some Prince lackey raisin' our girl. He also wouldn'a'wanted 'er raised on a ship.
Zaira: Was always wantin' me t'not sail so often, though 'e knew 'ed ne'er get me t'love him afore the sea.
Zaira: .... s'alright, I think I got it figured out. Jes' need t'survive this first.
Miriel: For what it's worth, I can help you?
Zaira: *arches a brow* E'eryone wants t'help. What d'ye think you can do?
Miriel: Be a friend?
Zaira: *eyedarts* Well there's that, yar.
Miriel: You don't want friends? *laughs*
Zaira: Friends're nice.
Zaira: Don't 'ave too many of 'em, but...
Miriel: But?
Zaira: Hard t'keep friends 'round.
Zaira: What few I've managed t'keep put up with me, I'm guessin'. *grins*
Miriel: *smirks* I can deal with very stubborn people.
Zaira: An' yer not mindin' that me skin color ain' white, then?
Miriel: Why would I give a damn?
Zaira: *shrugs* Some folk seem to.
Miriel: They hate and fear what is different.
Zaira: Yar. Hard t'forget sometimes, too. 'Bout wars, an'sides, an'shite like that.
Miriel: *smiles sadly* Aye, very hard to forget.
Zaira: ... so we're friends then. Should I just ferget th'part where ye used t'be a Queen er some shite like that?
Miriel: Please. I can never be a queen again. I may still have the mask, and may be able to act like one. But I prefer *mostly* to not be a queen.
Zaira: M'not sure I'd much like bein' a princess, neither.
Miriel: A princess?
Zaira: Yar. S'why th'feckin' Umbar witches want t'get their hands on me.
Miriel: Mmm...
Zaira: Me, an'Karigan, an'I'm guessin' that healer, too. We're all related t'royalty what used t'be in power ... me grandmammy were a princess, last o'her line after th'coup.
Miriel: And I'm royalty straight out of Numenor. *Sighs**knows what it's like to be last of one's line >.>*
Zaira: *won't have to be the last if this child makes it* *rubs at her belly, again* Think I'm needin' some tea.
Miriel: Would you like some help?
Zaira: I ain't an invalid yet, girl. *chuckles a bit, gets up and puts the kettle on*
Miriel: *laughS*
Miriel: Are you excited?
Zaira: *shakes her head*
Zaira: *babysits the tea kettle*
Miriel: You aren't? To be a mother?
Zaira: Nar, girl.
Miriel: Why?
Zaira: ... I ain't ... exactly th'motherin' type. If this were some other man's kid I'd.. I don't know...
Zaira: *wrinkles her nose* I'm not sure I'd get rid o'it, but it'd be easier t'hand off t'someone else, that's fer feck sure.
Miriel: *frowns a bit*
Zaira: 'course I"m not sure I'd want t'die fer some other man's kid, neither.
Miriel: *nods her heaD*
Zaira: Basically, girl, I'm feckin' terrified.
Miriel: Of dying? Or of being a mother?
Zaira: Both, maybe. Feck. *pulls the kettle off the fire, pours herself a cup* ... Dyin', more'n anythin', though.
Miriel: You'll live *firmly* And you'll be a terrific mother.. *is almost jealous*
Zaira: .... That's wishful thinkin', is what yer doin' there.
Miriel: *smiles innocently*
Zaira: *squints* Tea? It's fer pregnant womens, but it tastes good, anyways.
Miriel: I'd love some ^_^
Zaira: *pours her a cup, too, then!* Amrothos got these herbs fer me....
Miriel: They ease your stomach?
Zaira: Yar, from th'south.
Miriel: *nods her heaD*
Zaira: *takes a seat, with her teacup* What ELSE has been goin' on that I need t'know 'bout?
Miriel: King was stabbed..
Zaira: .... feck... really?
Miriel: *nods her head*
Zaira: That's what all th'ruckus was about,t hen.
Miriel: *nods her head* He's alive! But isn't awake much.
Zaira: That's good t'know!
Miriel: *nods her head, still looks worried*
Zaira: Anythin' I can do?
Miriel: not really. Be safe, as one of his last orders was to get you to safety.
Zaira: Well bein' safe ain' all that interestin', but... alright.
Miriel: Since Karigan is off on an errand, I can come visit you? And you can walk around the Citadel, you're not trapped.
Zaira: Can walk around th'Citadel, but where would I go? *laughs* Nothin' but stuffy nobles an'offices 'round 'ere.
Miriel: Can bother Boromir. That's always fun!
Zaira: He's the one what always looks like he's just smelled somethin' foul, and likes bellowin', right?
Miriel: *LAUGHS HARD*
Zaira: *chuckles* So that's bein' him, then, yar.
Miriel: How I handle that man, I do not know.
Zaira: Well ye sound 'bout as stubborn as I am, so... *shrugs*
Miriel: *smirks* I'd have to be, to want to marry him.
Zaira: That, or touched in th'feckin' head.
Miriel: That too. *winks*
Zaira: Don' suppose th'two o'you are thinkin' bout settlin' down an'having a few of your own?
Miriel: Ah...he doesn't want any children, though I think he wouldn't be upset, and I'm probably barren.
Zaira: *eyedarts* ... I need t'be thinkin' bout somethin', that I don't want t'be thinkin' bout.
Miriel: *Raises an eyebrow*
Zaira: If I DO kick it.... like me mam did, with me still livin'... need t'find someone who's willin' t'RAISE this kid...
Miriel: *nods her head* Is there anyone you're close to, that you'd trust?
Zaira: S'pose me Gran'da, but he's gettin' up in years...
Miriel: If not him, who?
Zaira: Still got t'think 'bout it, girl.
Zaira: *rubs at the side of her head* S'pose Imrahil'd find a place...
Miriel: Do you want that?
Zaira: I don't know. *scrunches her face up*
Miriel: Probably something you should get into writing
Zaira: I'll keep that in mind, yar.
Miriel: Should do it, as soon as you choose.
Zaira: *nods her head* *eyes the other room, with the bed in it* I'm thinkin' it's nap time, fer me.
Miriel: *nods her head, and stands* I'll let you get some rest. *smiles*
Miriel: *gives her a hug, and takes her leave*