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Dawn of Autumn's Chill

 
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Sorcha Mirawien
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 5:37 pm    Post subject: Dawn of Autumn's Chill Reply with quote

Edgy and tense Sorcha had woken early in the predawn hours. An uncertain feeling drove her and she wasn’t able to define exactly what it was. Such times she considered irritating and thus sought to quiet the voices through physical actions. Such means had become a habit, which was generally effective for settling her emotions down to more manageable levels.

Feet shod in soft-soled boots, her passage retained the quiet but the sensation sent a jolt through her as she ran. Wind blew past and pulled at the long ponytail of dark hair as she surged off and down the long winding lane from the keep. It was calm, peaceful for few ever stirred at this time aside from the guards on the wall. To them, her form faded from sight; the dark pants and equally black sweater remained her shield of the moment.

She ran until the voices were finally silent and those emotions a mere whisper, the only watchers left were the creatures of the dense trees she passed. The feeling of being on the very edge of a precipice also started to subside. The ebb of sensation granted her a blissful moment of rare peace. The instinctive, gut feeling that something was about happen abated slightly. It wasn’t that Sorcha didn’t wish to listen, but had learned long before that until it showed itself, the sense alone would keep her unsettled if she allowed it.

There was only a hint, a bite of frost in the air, echoed by the nearly translucent puffs of breath in the air as she jogged along the dirt-grooved road. She had run a few miles through the forest shrouded lane and was now returning to the keep, feeling relaxed enough to complete her usual workout. Her emotions were once more contained within and hidden from others.

The large gray structure stood a near-black silhouette against the faint light cast by the first rays of the rising sun, rising up before her as she crested the hill’s rise and to move through the archway into the expansive courtyard. Gharnholme could never boast beauty in its crafting, but it did exude a certain kind of curious power where it stood high in the mountains almost part of the cliff face. It was normally quiet and still this time, when the world seemed to pause, holding its breath until the first fingers of the warm light touched the horizon.

Life stirred in the shallow valley just below the keep. The courtyard offering a clear unobstructed view of the flickering of lights that breathed to flame. Pausing for time, Sorcha pressed one hand against a support pillar and stretched. Easing the ache the cold left lingering upon her limbs. It had been some time since she had seen so many camps dotting the landscape. Of course with the War Council commencing this day it was to be expected. Soon the road to the keep would be full of travelers, coming from all over.

Eventually the urge for coffee drew her away from the sight below. Sorcha strolled unmolested across the cobblestone yard. Thoughts already moving toward more pressing matters such as the beckoning scent of the rich Yeadian coffee that drifted out from the kitchens.

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Sorcha Mirawien
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PostPosted: Wed Dec 30, 2009 2:39 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Stepping into the kitchen, mumbling to herself in her native language about the dropping temperatures she was greeted with a smile from Myrialla. “Goodness Sorcha, ye look frozen to the bone. Let me get ye some coffee. Did ye wish to eat before the meeting?”

“Coffee would be lovely thank ye. As for food, I shall wait until after. I nae think I shall be needed once that ceremony is completed.” Sorcha replied while glancing about at the very busy kitchen. Trays and dishes being prepared for the various visitors that had arrived all though the night it seemed.

“Have a seat then. I think ye have just enough time before ye will need dash to dress.” A large earthenware mug was placed before at the long table. Steam curling off the clear black surface and emitting that heavenly scent. Myri paused, lightly wiping her hands upon a dish rag.

“The chill has finally come, so I suspect the first ice storm is to follow. I only hope it holds off until we are clear of our guests.” She seemed to be talking to herself but Sorcha did nod silently. The bite in the air did rather hint to what the lady spoke of. “Be ye needing any help with ye dressing this morning Sorcha?”

“Oh nae Myrialla. I can manage well enough on my own thank ye.” Sorcha had never cared for the company or the often-invasive nature of Ladies maids. Even when she had been young and her mother had hinted it was time she hired one, she had shunned that social ritual. Small children needed help to dress themselves but not adults, was often how she regarded such things.

Just as quickly Myrialla’s attention was captured by a minor disaster with some pudding, which allowed Sorcha time to gaze quietly over the very active kitchen. It was a surprisingly sunny room. It was a place designed to welcome social interaction. Often, with the family all being busy and on the move, they took their meals here when they had a moment. Holding the warm comfort of a country kitchen that seemed to welcome those that entered. Cream walls with the darker wood embellishments held a certain charm that even Sorcha didn’t miss.

Glancing towards the clock on the wall, she gave a near silent sigh. She needed to head to her own chamber and get ready for this war assembly. She was not used to such events and rather dreaded the crush of it for she had noticed the number of camps that had sprung up over night. Even with her own abilities muffled down as they were she could sense the great keep was teeming with life. Never the less she would do her best to be reasonably social.

Less then thirty minutes later she was making her way down the hall. The uniform was one of her order. Garments crafted by talented Zymierian hands adorned her trim frame. Black suede etched with silver threaded designs scrolled along the chest piece, bracers and boots. A single black and green crest featured prominently upon one shoulder acting as a cloak clasp, showing her allegiance to Gharnholme. As she was not a recognized member of Lord DeAuster’s army, she held no rank but her station with her Order was readily visible at her neck. Five silver and onyx leaves showing her designation as a master adept.

Her rich chocolate hair still shimmered from being freshly washed, damp locks had been drawn back in a rather austere style. Bound tightly in a French braid with a silver band interwoven within those glossy plaits. A simple black scarf masked the lower half of her pale features to complete the usual Duibian ensemble. Out the door she moved with barely a sound made and on her way towards the assembly.


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Lady Sorcha Zelari Mirawien
Shadow Assassin

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