Logfile from Two Moons - Belynrath
02/14/2002
You paged Zasia with 'Your house guards inform you Belynrath, Verlaan's son, of House Jaersendo is here to see you, if you are not busy. He bears a basket with him. Shall we bring you the basket, My Lady, or the lad?'.
Zasia pages: Both.
Main Cavern - House Garado(#4656RJLh) There is an almost overwhelming presence of magic here, to those who have the feeling for it. It radiates from the rock, flowing over every surface. There are no shadows here, save those of the archways covering the entrances to the private rooms. Every part is bathed with soft light from clear bowls filled with glow moss hanging from the ceiling. Across from the entrance are two stairways, set flush against the wall and following the curve of the circular walls to a balcony that wraps around the whole of the chamber.
The floor is decorated with a lavish use of both gemstones and metals. The very center of the Chamber is a fountain. The fountain is misshapen, its beauty marred by some catastrophy or other. Encircling the fountain, however, is the symbol of Garado, inlaid in gold with a raised ridge of onyx. From the fountain radiate twelve veins of precious metals. They each perfectly mimic eachother, following a sinuous path as they taper to a sharp point near the wall. A vein of gold is immediately in front of the main entrance, then they following at a regular intervals, alternating between silver and gold.
Lining the walls at intervals are benches. They are smooth and intricately shaped, liberally decorated with flowing curves and patterns that most closely resemble entwined vines. The Chamber of Garado stands completed, a testament to both the skill of the Garado Lord and the innate power and prestige of the House.
You paged Zasia with 'The guards have 'escourted' him in, and send that he waits for you in the Main Cavern.'.
Zasia exits the main chamber through the main entrance, pushing aside the dark cloth that covers the entrance. The stone beads upon the hem of the curtain covering Zasia's chamber click together as the curtain falls back into place.
Once she's been informed of the entrance, Zasia slips past the curtain that covers the doorway to her rooms, ** Yes? **
The guards motion to the youth, as he stands from the bench on which he sat. In Belynrath's arms rests a shallow and delicate rock-shaped basket, covered by a rich colored moss-cloth. Sensative noises with pick out the hint of something sweet in there.
** Leave. ** Zasia sends, the command directed towards the lurking guards. They do get on her nerves after a while. She lifts the hem of her skirt an inch from the ground, moving forward, ** What has brough you here little one? **
**Gratitude, my Lady,** comes Belynrath's send, and the basket gets offered, arms outstretched, as he bows at the waist.
Zasia arches a dark brow, but takes the basket, pulling the cloth off the top, ** There is no reason for such. **
Belynrath lifts his gaze to meet Zasia, **For me, there is.** The removed cloth brings with it the mouth-watering scent of sweet moss-cakes and glazed mushrooms. In the basket are a variety of sweet delicacies. From tangy tart to burningly sweet, all colors and shaped of mushroom and moss.
Dark eyes look over the treats before Zasia recovers them, looking upwards, ** Very well. ** She responds, tilting her head just faintly, ** And I am to guess you are doing well? **
Belynrath nods as he straightens from the bow, **I am, my Lady. Thank you.** How polite, almost meek are his sends. How full of gratitude and respect.
** You are welcome. ** Zasia responds, tilting her head faintly, watching you in silence now, but only for a few moments, ** How old are you now child? **
Belynrath blinks at the unexpected question, but replies honestly, **I turned twenty not long ago, my Lady.**
Zasia smiles faintly, ** So young. **
Belynrath fights the coloring of his cheeks at Zasia's send. Yes, High Ones, he's young, but does /everyone/ have to keep reminding him of that fact?
Everyone is young compared to Zasia.
Ture. But you don't have to go around reminding people! Some of us have /young/ egos, easily bruised! ;P ;>
Bah. Zasia shakes her head, smiling once again, ** There has not been many children as of late.. **
Belynrath just blinks at that statement, pausing before asking, **Will you be able to remedy that, Healer? I've heard stories...** Of what? Your recognition? Or that healers can force recognition? .... Or both?
** Indeed. ** Zasia responds, tilting her head just faintly as she drags herself back to the present, ** What have you heard stories of? **
Belynrath blushes deeply this time, as if breeching a taboo subject, **That some healers can... well..**
Zasia sends openly ** Can what? ** She prompts moving to set the basket down, ** You can tell me. **
Belynrath glances away and almost whipsers the thought, **...can make people... themselves, others... Recognize?** Is that why he hasn't locked a gaze on you this whole time?
** In a way. ** She responds, shaking her head just faintly, ** We can make two willing subjects join as in Recognition and create a child. **
Then they have to be willing? You can't just -snap- your fingers and *poof* it's done? What a relief! And that relief, cools Belynrath's cheeks as he lifts his gaze to Zasia. One thought comes to mind, **Then... are you going to create... a child... like me?**
** There will be a child, yes. But it is a natural extension of the Recognition between Jenesek and myself. **
AHA! He /knew/ it! So that's who Jenesek's sends were crav... ahem. Belynrath bows quickly, averting his gaze. **Good luck and congratulations to you my Lady. I would like to stay longer...** Inwardly, his mind it thinking, 'I wonder if this counts as /publically/.'
Craving? Zasia tilts her head faintly, perhaps sensing there's something left unsaid a hand moves out to grasp your chin, ** You have something more, yes? **
Belynrath almost tries to fight Zasia's hand. As his eyes lock on hers he sends quickly, **More? For you?** If he were speaking, you could imagine his voice cracking. **...No, my Lady. Nothing... more...**
A faint curling probe of her mind is all that gives her away, almost imperceptible, if she were trying. She takes a step closer, hand still grasping your chin, ** You seem to have left something unsaid...or unobserved. **
Faint.. probe? Oh Help? His mind is still so very young and before you can break through what meeger defenses, or is it that you've already broken through them, he replies quickly, **Jenesek implied it, but I didn't know it was you. I just suddenly realized then why and how of his increasinly foul mood while we were training.**
Her little poke wasn't like others, there was no true destruction behind it, ** I see. ** She murmurs, releasing your chin, ** It is good to know that I am not the only one that has been on the receiving end of his foul mood. **
Belynrath staggers back a step. No damage? REALLY? Wow. That's a first. Well.. second, cause Mother really... anyway! He shakes his head lightly and looks up, **You were not, my Lady. Three months, coped up alone with that elf...**
** I would imagine it was enough to drive anyone a little mad. ** Zasia murmurs, a hand moving out to ruffle your hair, an almost absent gesture.
Belynrath grins at the ruffle before pulling away in an all-too-childish fashion, to smooth his hair back, **By your leave, my Lady...?** Yep, a little too wierd. Time to beat a hasty retreat!
A hand flicks in the air, even as she once again regains her focus on the moment, ** Yes. I'm sure your mother is looking for you. **
Belynrath nods and leaves. Quickly. Oy!
End.
