[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/Zv9uDxe.png[/img] & [color=plum][h1]Laurien[/h1][/color] & [H1]Dreamers[/h1] [/center] [hr] [color=ivory]”Lai Qin!”[/color] Arya shouted, [color=ivory]”Come back here, you know what your mother said about getting too far ahead!”[/color] Arya shouted again, jogging after the small dreamer. The girl’s long alabaster hair blew in the wind as she raced down the sandbar away from Arya, who let out a small groan. But a smile could not help itself from forming on her lips as she watched her tiny legs try to escape her. [color=ivory]”Don’t make me get you!”[/color] she said playfully, hearing a squeal of laughter from the girl in return as she renewed her efforts to escape. Arya then broke into a sprint before jumping into a flight after the girl. She extended her hands, narrowing in and plucked Lai Qin into the air. The girl screamed briefly, before beginning to laugh maniacally as Arya flew straight up into the sky. Once she leveled out, Arya held her niece below her, who had extended her hands, now flapping like a bird as she whooped and hollered. This went on for several more minutes, before (much to Lai Qin’s disapproval), the two landed on the outskirts of a lone tree, sweetgrass all around them. Before Lai Qin could run off again, Arya grabbed her orange hand and pulled her close enough for a quick kiss on the cheek. “Auntieee! Let me go, let me go!” Lai Qin said quickly, trying in vain to free herself. [color=ivory]”No, I don’t think so young lady. Running off, again no less, deserves a punishment…”[/color] Lai Qin’s black eyes went wide with fright at the word, [color=ivory]”...Of tickling!”[/color] Arya beamed, before assaulting the small girl’s sides. She peeled with laughter, trying to squirm out of Arya’s grasp as she fell onto the grass. Arya was relentless however, and did not yield until the small girl had tears of laughter running down her face. Only then did she stop, Lai Qin breathing heavily as she sat up. The girl’s blue dress was covered in grass stains, and her hair was disheveled. Arya visibly frowned at the sight. Laia wouldn’t be very happy with her. [color=ivory]”Come on, let’s fix you up for mama.”[/color] Arya told her, taking her hand and leading her underneath the shade of the tree. Arya hummed softly as she brushed Lai Qin’s hair. Her strands were thick, and they reminded her of Laurien’s mane and her own to a certain extent, which she had cut to the length of her back. She had her hair up into a bun today, with her bangs reaching the top of her eyes. It was an easy style, one she had stumbled upon a long time ago. Lai Qin’s own hair was a tangled mess after the days excitement and play, and now the little girl sat in front of Arya, playing with a strand of grass. “Oh no,” came a silky smooth voice, following it was a tall and slender man with crimson patterns covering the left half of his face. The man had walked through some underbrush, clearly on his way to the wood and thatch homestead that sat at the entrance to the flatlands, buckets in each hand. Zhongcheng rubbed a clean chin with the back of one of his hands, his brow knitted. He jutted his chin at the dress, “Has Laia seen yet?" [Color=ivory]"No not ye-"[/color] Arya began before Lai Qin erupted where she sat exclaiming, "Daddy! Daddy! I flew like a birdie again!" Before running at Zhongcheng. [Color=ivory]"Lai Qin…"[/color] Arya said quietly, still holding the brush in her hand. She couldn't help but have a soft smile on her face, seeing her childish enjoyment. It reminded her of herself, once upon a time. Zhongcheng grinned and patted the top of Lai Qin’s head with a certain approving calm. He pursed his lips and looked around, turning to speak conspiratorial-like to Arya and his daughter, “Well then, follow me back to the homestead-- I’ll draw Laia out, you sneak her in and get her a new dress? It’s Laia’s birthday, third K’nellsday of Lustroustime after all.” He eyed Lai Qin, “Not a peep.” Lai Qin had a curling smile as she mimicked tying her mouth shut and nodded. He looked up at Arya, “Come on.” Zhongcheng hefted his buckets of berries and set out at a small jog, only slowing to a walk as his boots cuffed on a downtrodden path to the homestead. It was a quaint little cottage, clearly designed with both the attentiveness of Xiaoli, but the slight laze of Zhongcheng, making it simple yet efficient. Standing only a story high, it had a unique “c” shape to maximize the space within. Zhongcheng approached one of the clay plastered walls and called out, “Laia! Come look, quick!” Zhongcheng waved at Arya and Lai Qin and the pair ducked behind one of the wings of the cottage. There was a thick silence as Zhongcheng listened intently, his face stern. Only when the rustling footsteps of Laia sounded near the door did his lips curl into a sly grin. The door swung open to reveal Laia, a curious look in her big black eyes, her fingers scratching at the cyan birthmark that trailed down the side of her neck, slipping under the collar of a very fine woolen dress trimmed with furs. “What is it, dear?” She said in her soft serving tone, although only slightly suspicious, having been trained to accept Zhongcheng’s unusual excitements with skepticism. The man, however, seemed to ignore the inflection as he plopped his buckets down. “A nestle of chameleon squirrels, little babes,” He nodded quickly, “Too young to blend into much, you have to see.” “Oh!” Laia seemed to perk up at this, “I love those little fuzz balls. Hold on, let me get my--” Zhongcheng grabbed his wife by the wrist, “No time! Wenbo was telling me the other day that the mother moves the babies regularly.” Laia let out a sharp “oh!” as Zhongcheng led her away, glancing over his shoulder discreetly and flitting a tiny wink. Quickly Arya got to work, finding a suitable dress for Lai Qin, fresh and clean. To the huff and tuff of the girl, Arya worked quickly to clean her up and to be presentable. As she did, Arya began to feel uneasy, like a slight discomfort that would not go away. Or a sense of foreboding dread. It was minor, but steadily growing as she combed Lai Qin's hair. [Color=ivory]"Lai Qin, do you feel… Strange at all?"[/color] she asked the girl softly. Lai Qin shrugged. "No, I'm just hungry." She said as she played with a rag doll. Arya rolled her eyes at the response and tried to bury it, but the feeling remained all the same. [Color=ivory]"Your siblings and parents should be back soon."[/color] Arya said, satisfied with her work. Lai Qin's hair was straight, and her dress was a light shade of purple. [Color=ivory]"Oh don't you look precious! Now come on, let's go greet them!"[/color] Arya said. "Ooookay!" The girl exclaimed. “Qin? Lil’ Qin?” a soft feminine voice called. A face peeked around the corner and locked onto Arya and Lai Qin. It was double-striped on the cheeks in an auburn colour, which contrasted a little bit with her charcoal hair. “There’s my little sister! D’aaaw, look at you! Did auntie Arya make that for you?” A short, slender girl turned the corner and walked over to Lai Qin, kneeling down to hug her affectionately. “Oh, forgive me - hello, Arya!” "Ping’an! Stoooop, your squishing me!" Lai Qin squirmed in her sister's grasp. [Color=ivory]"Ah Ping'an, I looked for you this morning but I must have missed you. Wherever had you run off too?"[/color] Arya questioned. “Oh!” Ping’an brushed some hair behind her ear as she released Lai Qin from her grasp. “I was just out picking mushrooms and berries and now I’ve started make mushroom soup.” She looked around. “Have you seen mom and dad?” [Color=ivory]"Oh they should be back soon enough."[/color] Arya said with a wide smile as Lai Qin went back to playing with her doll. Arya then felt her sense of dread returning, more intense then before. She frowned, then turned back to Ping'an. [Color=ivory]"Do you feel strange at all?"[/color] "They must have moved!" Zhongcheng's voice came from outside; it was met with a disappointed 'hmph'. [Color=ivory]"Nevermind Ping'an, I'm sure it's nothing."[/color] She said, walking over to her bag. She had left it there since morning and luckily no one had disturbed it. She sifted through and grabbed a medium sized wooden box then went over to the girls. [Color=ivory]"Come one let's go give your mom her gift!"[/color] she said with enthusiasm. As their hands grabbed the box, the door swung open. Ping'an quickly slipped the box behind her back, little Qin tugging behind her. Laia, who stood in the doorway gave them a quizzical look. "What do you have there?" Laia asked as Zhongcheng slipped behind her, snagging his buckets. He discreetly shook his head as if saying 'not yet'. He pushed between the three. "Ping'an dear, I left my… well you know… down in the root cellar, could you-" "I'll get it, Father!" Ping'an announced without the grace of her dad and scooted sideways towards the door, tugging poor Qin along with her. Arya watched with a sy smile as they went. "What's this all about?" Laia cocked a brow, suspicion in her soft voice. Zhongcheng gave her a smooth chuckle and rolled his eyes. “Nothing special, dear,” he said with a wink. “Come, let’s eat.” Laia made a sly smile and snickered. “Alright, alright, I’ll come along… Say, what are we eating?” Zhongcheng shrugged and grinned, his yellowing teeth shining with all the joy and glee of his youth’s pearly white. “A wonderful mushroom soup that your daughter made!” They entered the dining room, and while the fragrance of fresh, earthy mushroom soup permeated the air like a cozy blanket, Laia found her gaze locking onto something else. With a gasp, she saw little Qin holding a bucket of berries, specifically raspberries, and beaming like a small sun. Laia placed a hand over her heart and knelt down next to the little girl. “Qin, my dear, did you pick all those for me? This must have taken hours!” Lai Qin giggled, put down the bucket and tossed her arms around Laia’s neck. “Happy birthday, mom!” Laia sniffed and squeezed back. “Oh, thank you, dear, thank you! My, I’m getting emotional now…” “That’s not all, though, mother!” came Ping’an’s voice as she turned the corner and presented the box from earlier. As she removed the lid, the box revealed a snapfruit custard pie, its yellow, mushy vulcano-like top of sweetened cream glistening in the evening heliopolis through the window. Laia sucked in a gasp and chuckled. “Oh, you people… What has a mother done to be this fortunate?” “Well, you’ve been a mother to us,” Ping’an giggled and kissed her on the cheek. Laia giggled back and embraced her daughter. “Oh, my dearest little Ping’an… Alright, now we have dessert! But no touching it until after dinner, okay?” “Yes, mom,” Ping’an said smiling, though Qin huffed quietly. Zhongcheng chuckled warmly in the meanwhile. [color=ivory]”Happy Birthday La-”[/color] Arya began for abruptly stopping. She froze, before slowly turning towards the doorway. The door began to slowly open up, her eyes going wide at the sight, her heart began to race, the sense of dread eating at her like never before. She saw what awaited on the other side, a figure floating above the ground, wearing a black, tattered cloak, far too long to have any practical use. A hood obscured the figures face, but she could feel eyes bearing down into her. An object slowly came to a stop beside the figure, something glowing white even in the light of heliopolis. It was strangely beautiful, before she realized that the object was a sword. Then the figure threw back it’s hood, to reveal a face she once thought had just been a bad dream. Inky black smoke, almost like flame. The impassive eyes, burning white. The dots of white, eerily reminiscent of stars. It was her father, he had come at last. After so long. Zhongcheng quickly scooted in front of his family, fingers curled into uneasy fists. [color=black]”Arya…?”[/color] the figure asked, his voice different then it had been, so long ago. [color=black]”Is that you?”[/color] There was a lump in her throat as she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. She didn’t know what to say, didn’t even really know what to think. She had thought this moment would be different, somehow, but not like this. “Auntieeee, who’s that? He kinda looks like you.” Came Lai Qin’s voice as she grabbed Arya’s hand. The touch made her blink, and she looked down to Qin with a brief smile. [color=ivory]”Oh… That’s just… Um, that’s my father sweetie.”[/color] She then turned to Zhenchong and Laia, her face suddenly becoming very serious. [color=ivory]”I need you two to go find Laurien, Hermes, and Xiaoli. Please, take the children with you, and stay there. I will come for you when… When whatever happens is over.”[/color] she said in a commanding voice. “Well, so much for a celebration,” Zhongcheng muttered. Laia gave him a frown. “Zhongcheng, not if front of a--!” she snapped and cut herself off. Ping’an appeared even smaller than she was as she shot frightened glances at the figure and the long, long knife he seemed to carry with him. She took Qin’s hand on her own, though the child seemed a little reluctant to go. “Come on, sweetie, we’re going to see grandma and grandmother.” “But why now?” the child protested before she was tugged along a little harder as the family passed out the door past Orvus, making certain to bring along the pie and berries. As their chatter slowly faded, mostly angry rants about the total lack of convenience of Orvus’ arrival, the room fell silent. Arya followed them outside, watching them go with a quiet sigh of relief. She quickly shut the door behind her and then turned to face her father. He did nothing but look at her, as his long cloak drifted in the steady breeze. [color=ivory]”It's been… A Long time, father.”[/color] she said at last, crossing her arms as her brow furrowed slightly. [color=ivory]”Why have you come now? Why wait all these years?”[/color] [color=black]”Arya… I am…”[/color] the god whispered aloud before stopping. [color=black]”I have no excuse. I’ve had… A lot of time to think… About everything and my place in this world. Over time, I realized that my greatest failure, was abandoning you to Galbar. I never should have said that you were a mistake. I should have treated you as my daughter. I know, perhaps, that my word means hardly anything to you, and it shouldn’t, but I am sorry, Arya. I do not ask you for your forgiveness, for I am unworthy of such a thing. I-”[/color] [color=ivory]”Stop.”[/color] Arya said, tears running down her face. [color=ivory]”Just stop. Do you know what you put me through? Do you know how lost and afraid I was? Do you know what it felt like to be ripped away from your home without a choice? Do you have any idea how much I came to resent you? I hurt people because I could not see you! I murdered Servants because I was angry that no one woke me up when you came to ‘visit’ me! I hated myself because of the powers that came from you! I never wanted to see you ever again, I didn’t want to be ‘his’ daughter. Why? Why don’t you love me? What did I do? What did I-”[/color] she said breathing heavily, an angry look in her eyes. Orvus stared at her with, his own eyes flooded with sorrow. She felt flustered, not even knowing why she was ranting like a child. But for some reason, it felt good to finally get it off her chest. [color=black]”From the moment you came to be, from the second I laid eyes upon you, I loved you Arya.”[/color] Orvus said, touching down on the floor as she froze. [color=black]”But I could not give you what you wanted then, I just… Couldn’t. I was broken at my core, perhaps I still am and I told myself that I was doing the right thing, to send you away from that place. Veradax would have killed you, Arya. It is not a place one should call home, especially as fragile as you were then. I regretted that decision the moment you left, I should have went with you. Should have taught you the ways of the world. I should have raised you as a father. It was never your fault, do not blame yourself for my inability to be there for you. I will never be able to forgive myself for what I have caused you to feel, Arya. I… I came here to see the both of you and try to reconcile. I know both of you have many reasons to despise me, even hate me, but I wanted to try regardless. But I… I should go…”[/color] he said slowly turning around. Arya said nothing, shocked by the confession she thought would never come. It was a lot to take in, even more to process, but the moment he finished, Arya broke into a sprint, crying [color=ivory]”No! Please don’t leave! Please! Don’t leave me again!”[/color] Orvus turned around with frightening speed at the sound of her heartbreaking voice, and Arya flung herself into him. And in that moment, the two embraced. Arya clutched the cloak tightly, sobbing into his chest as Orvus held her tightly. He said nothing as she wept, letting out all her frustration and anger and sadness in a flood of black tears. When she could cry no more, Arya spoke in a small voice, [color=ivory]”I was going to give up on you. But I was told I shouldn’t so easily lose hope and I never did.”[/color] [color=black]”I am glad you did not, Arya. More than you will ever know. I… I will not leave you. Not again.”[/color] Orvus stated firmly, letting her go but he kept his hands upon her shoulders. They stood around the same height now. [color=black]”You’ve grown daughter. More ways than one I think. And… You did not have lips or a mouth, how?”[/color] the god asked. Arya gave a faint smile, [color=ivory]”Well… I fell asleep for a long time and when I woke up, they had developed. It was strange at first… But it feels natural now. Do you know why?”[/color] she asked sheepishly. [color=black]”I am unsure, perhaps it is just in the nature of what you are. There was never a defined blueprint for you or your sister.”[/color] he said, and Arya nodded. “This one should be tested, creator.” came a deep voice, that made Arya jump. She looked round but noticed no one else but them. [color=black]”She is not…”[/color] Orvus paused, turning to the sword. [color=black]”Are you sure, Wreanun?”[/color] Arya cocked her head, unsure of what was going on and then the sword spoke, it’s voice impossibly deep, “I am.” Orvus turned back to Arya and said, [color=black]”This is Wreanun, the Sword of Ending. He is a weapon, the cultivation of a quest I first set on years ago. When Laurien was attacked by a divine creature, I realized how… frail she truly was and it scared me. So, I came up with a solution. Wreanun is that solution, but he requires someone to wield him. It is not my place to do so, and now, he wishes for you to be tested. Simply grab the hilt and he will judge your worthiness, Arya. But be aware, if he finds any unworthy… There will be consequences.”[/color] Arya looked over the blade with inquisitive look before turning back to Orvus, [color=ivory]”I don’t know… What would I even use him for outside of killing things?”[/color] she said dryly. [color=black]”I can’t always be everywhere to protect those that I care for Arya, Wreanun has that potential to be a deterrent. I will not lie to you, for it would serve no purpose, the sword is an effective killing tool, but it can be used for so much more. To protect those that need protection, to be a guiding light for those that have fallen, to strike fear into those that would cause senseless destruction… To be a Knight, Arya. For that is what such a blade would bestow upon you.”[/color] he paused, before saying, [color=black]”Yes, It was born of desolation, Arya, but I have learned… That we can use such tools against their purpose, to forge a better one. By all means, I owe you everything, but you do not have to be tested if you do not want. It is your choice."[/color] [color=ivory]”A knight…”[/color] she whispered aloud. [color=ivory]”That sounds… I’m sorry but where did you learn of such a thing, father? I’m sorry if this sounds mean but… I never expected such words from you.”[/color] Orvus nodded, [color=black]”I am not offended child, it is a sensible question. I learned from a very… Dear person. Her name was Silver and she made me… Better.”[/color] Arya nodded slowly, she had heard the name before, when Laurien told her everything about her mission and duty and her loss. She knew not why her father did such a thing, but she no longer felt that he was such a cold being. Her death… why it had to happen, there was a story there. But Arya’s gaze fell upon the sword again and the sword floated closer to her. All her life, she wanted to protect those that needed it. She wanted nothing more than to help people and she had. But the sword… Could it allow her to help more? Could she become such a ‘Knight’ and be a champion for the downtrodden? Were there even downtrodden? But that was a foolish question, for it was not just people in the world. There was life itself, to the trees and plants, and to the animals. There had been conflict on the Dragon’s Foot, people had died, could she have helped prevent such a thing? Could she have saved those souls? Slowly Arya reached out and grabbed the hilt. There was a stinging sensation, then a prickling all over her body. She stood firm however as the sword began to glow bright, brighter than anything she had seen before and so she shut her eyes. Then there came a loud clang and the world returned to normalcy. Slowly she opened her eyes and she gasped. In her hand was Wreanun, the sword pulsing to her heartbeat, and she was covered neck to toe in some sort of white clothing. It was hard, not like normal cloth and exquisite beyond anything she had ever seen before. It was comfortable, as if she was always meant to be wearing it and she felt so strong! “We are bonded.” Wreanun’s voice rang in her head. [color=ivory]”We are.”[/color] she gasped, turning to Orvus. [color=ivory]”What is this?”[/color] she asked. [color=black]”That is armor, your armor. The sword defends its wielder, Arya. You are no bonded with it, and he will always know where you are. Simply call his name and he will come to your aid. Know his however, the sword needs your hand to fight, it cannot do so alone and if you ever must fight, he will guide you. Be strong, and you will have nothing to fear.”[/color] he said. There came familiar voices in the distance, getting steadily closer: “... I don’t know! Laia said Arya needed help, so we’re helping.” It was neither Xiaoli nor Hermes - the voices had a deep, masculine character - but Laurien’s groan could be heard among them. [color=plum]”For the love of all that is good, stop arguing, it’s probably no-”[/color] The tall woman stopped as she rounded the bend, coming face to face with her sister but more importantly, Orvus. Her eyes went wide as she gazed upon Arya’s figure, even more so then Orvus. [color=ivory]”Laurien.”[/color] Arya said softly, before turning to her brothers. [color=ivory]”Wenbo! Temüjin! You are not our mothers. Where are they?”[/color] Wenbo and Temüjin both carried long sticks. Wenbo’s one blue-ringed eye squinted as the other raised its brow and he looked up and down Orvus. The two Dreamers bowed and Temüjin scratched his red-striped chin. “Mom and mother were unfortunately nowhere to be found in our hurry, so we had to come instead. Laia’s waiting for them in case they come back, though, so they might come over soon.” Wenbo looked Arya up and down and blinked. “I, uhm, I know we haven’t seen each other in some time, but did you change your wardrobe? It looks… Tough!” Temüjin nodded approvingly. Arya sighed, letting go of Wreanun for the sword to stay floating. She blinked at that, but then walked towards her siblings. She gave Wenbo and Temüjin a half hug and then hugged Laurien, who felt her new ‘armor’ up and down. [color=plum]”Very hard. But how?”[/color] she said looking at Orvus. Arya then said, [color=ivory]”Thank you for coming Temüjin, Wenbo. My clothing is something called… Armor. And uh, this is… Orvus, our father.”[/color] she said, glancing at Laurien. [color=black]”Dreamers.”[/color] Orvus nodded at the two. Temüjin pursed his lips and nodded. “Divine parentage, huh. Yeah, you did mention it once or twice, I think. A pleasure-- Uh, I mean, an honour to meet you, great Orvus!” He grinned sheepishly and bowed again. Wenbo knocked two fingers on the armour and hummed. “Armour, huh… Say, would His Holiness want some refreshments while He’s here? I think I know where Laia hides the cakes.” Temüjin nodded. “Could make some tea, too.” Orvus shook his head, [color=black]”I do not eat, nor do I drink. Your offer is appreciated.”[/color] Orvus answered for himself. Arya then said, [color=ivory]”I appreciate you both coming, but Laurien and I will be fine. We have… Much to discuss. But if Hermes or Xiaoli pop up, just send them to our house, okay?”[/color] Temüjin gave Wenbo a frown and the elder brother furrowed his brow. He leaned his stick into the bend of his arm, covered his right fist with his left hand and bowed. “Yes, of course. Be safe, you two. We will come by later to see if you need anything unless mom and mother get there first.” They both turned to Orvus and repeated the gesture together. “May your dreams be fulfilled, Your Holiness Orvus.” [hr] A short flight later and they arrived at the house of Arya and Laurien. It was a large, two story manor, designed by Xiaoli and crafted with the help of Arya and Laurien. It was Shengese in nature, with elements of the cabin Laurien was fond of and it sat a bit farther away from the other houses. The specifications were much larger than the other houses on Tendlepog, due to the two sister’s heights. Because no one really knew when Arya would stop growing, they built the house with Laurien in mind and everything fit to accommodate her, comfortably. As such, Arya was also comfortable, when she finally stopped growing. Arya was the first inside, with Laurien following behind. Her face was devoid of any emotion as she walked into her house. Without saying anything she walked over to a cabinet and brought out a tall bottle. Next she uncorked the bottle and took a sip. Arya gave her a scowl but said nothing else as Orvus entered the room, looking around the room. [Color=ivory]"Welcom-"[/color] Arya began before Laurien cut her off. [Color=plum]"Why are you here?"[/color] she said, staring at Orvus. The God turned his gaze to Laurien and said, [color=black]"For many reasons, Laurien. Chief among them, you and Arya."[/color] Bottle still in hand, Laurien crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. [Color=plum]"How did you find us?"[/color] [Color=black]"I assumed that you had found Arya, and upon Tendlepog you were. I would have found you regardless even If you hadn't been here."[/color] Orvus said as he explored the main room. [Color=plum]"It's been a long time father. Way too long. You never came to look for us sooner. We could have been dead or captured or... or something else entirely!"[/color] Laurien said angrily. Orvus stopped in front of a massive family painting. Laurien and Arya stood behind many children old and young. He could only assume that the ones who looked older were Xiaoli and Hermes. He then turned to Laurien and said, [color=black]"I would have known if something happened to you. To either of you. Besides, it was you who said you did not want to talk to me. Silver-"[/color] [Color=plum]"Don't! Don't say her name! You murdered her, remember? Or did you forget her just like you forgot us?"[/color] Laurien said, the bottle breaking in her hand. Purple liquid fell to the floor as the air took on a fragrant smell. Arya's armor dissipated as she went to Lauriens side. Purple liquid stained her hand as she tried to look Laurien's hand over. The tall girl growled and pulled away from Arya, as she stared daggers into Orvus. There was a tense silence in the room as the three waited for the others to react. Laurien then looked down to her hand, before turning her head to see Arya’s hurt face. In an instant, Laurien softened her expression, and outstretched her bleeding hand to Arya, murmuring under her breath, [color=plum]”Sorry.”[/color] Arya took her hand gently and began to look at it. Suddenly the door jumped, a stuff fist knocking it twice. Without any more ceremony, it creaked open and Hermes took a half step in. Her body was wrapped in her cloak, a small haze of cloudlings around her head and a flickering shadow crow on her shoulder. Her eyes squinted at Orvus as she took another step in. The dreamer was quiet, thinking. She looked between the two sisters then back at Orvus. "Is everything alright?" Her first question was stiff and suspicious, but laced with care. Before Arya or Laurien could speak, Orvus stared past Hermes shoulder and at the crow. [color=black]”K’nell.”[/color] was his greeting word, then he looked upon Hermes for the first time. [color=black]”Hermes. You have my thanks for taking Arya under your wing.”[/color] before his voice ushered back the silence. Arya then looked at Hermes, and said, [color=ivory]”Everything is… Well… We’re working on it. And I need a cloth.”[/color] she said to herself as she crossed the room to a cabinet. Laurien said nothing, but looked at the floor. Wreanun, not one to be forgotten, floated next to Hermes. Hermes glanced over at the strange sword and furrowed her brow before looking back at Orvus, "Oh, yeah. Well if you plan on thanking everyone who loves Arya around here, you have quite the list -- but it was my pleasure." She forced a smile through her confusion, "Do you all need some privacy?" She backed towards the door, her haze of cloudlings retreating with her, but the crow maintained its stare. Arya’s voice came from across the room, [color=ivory]”No, stay. You’ve been our mother for the last… It’s been awhile. I’m sure whatever is going to be said, will benefit you too.”[/color] she finished, her voice growing louder as she walked back over to Laurien with a ceramic cup and a cloth. [color=ivory]”Come on, let’s go wash it.”[/color] Still Laurien said nothing as she let her smaller sister walk her over to the wash basin. There Arya began to work, humming a tune. In the meantime, Orvus stood looking at the two, before his gaze fell upon Hermes forehead. [color=black]”I thought so. Your mark resides upon Arya’s hand, as well. I take it this has some significance?”[/color] his eyes moved down to Hermes' own. She gave him a blink, "Well I did say she was awfully loved," she nodded and looked at Arya, "I don't think it is my place to answer this for you, though." Without missing a beat, Arya spoke as she worked on Laurien’s hand. [color=ivory]”The mark of K’nell, father. Anyone with the mark is under the Lord of Dreams protection. He made me a Ward, a very long time ago. We have an interesting relationship, he and I.”[/color] came her soft spoken voice. She turned briefly to look at Orvus, but like as she remembered, his expression was blank. She went back to work, wrapping the cloth around Laurien’s hand. Orvus then spoke, turning to look at the shadow crow. [color=black]”This… Eases my mind. You have my thanks.”[/color] He then looked at Hermes again, but said nothing. "I'm sure no thanks are necessary," Hermes presented her trademark smile, "But if you'd like, I'm sure we can arrange a meeting if you'd like to talk to him properly -- I." She paused and chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment, "I'm going in that direction come dawn, which is something I needed to tell Arya, actually." She looked at her daughter, eye flickering from Laurien's hand, "Well both of my daughters, of course." She was now walking across the room, finding a good spot to lean against near the pair. [color=black]”That will not be necessary.”[/color] Orvus said, finding a chair and sitting down in it. Arya cocked her head, cleaning her hands on a dry towel as she looked at Hermes. Laurien then looked at Hermes, her eyes narrowing slightly, as if thinking. [color=ivory]”Oh?”[/color] Arya began, [color=ivory]”Where are you going?”[/color] "I've been called to Limbo for… something important. I will be gone for a while -- Xiaoli and I will be gone for a while." She folded her arms under her cloak, "I wanted to ask you some things but I have a feeling you already have some new things to process and go over." She gave the table a tiny smile -- one of recognition rather than happiness. [color=ivory]”Limbo… That’s dangerous. You know that, right? Of course you do.”[/color] Arya said quickly, then grabbed Hermes hand. [color=ivory]”It’s okay. Go ahead and ask. Processing can come later.”[/color] she said with a smile. "Oh no no," Hermes shook her head, "This is far more important than my silly adventures." She squeezed Arya's hand, "Spend some time with your father, I'll make sure I don't step a foot towards Limbo without saying goodbye. Come by the estate, yeah?" Arya frowned slightly, but nodded her head. She let go of Hermes’ hand and gave her a quick kiss a top her head. [color=ivory]”Okay, momma. We will.”[/color] Arya said, looking up at Laurien, but Laurien’s gaze was on Orvus. She scrunched her nose and let out a small sigh. [color=ivory]”Hmm, perhaps it's best if we three talk alone. Come, let me walk you to the door.”[/color] She said, looping her arm in Hermes’. "O-oh," Hermes looked over Laurien carefully, "Well if any of you need me… you know how to get me." Her face twitched, that motherly glint in her eye, "Oh, do you want me to leave the crow, or the cloudlings for company?" The crow squawked at this. [color=black]”If it pleases K’nell.”[/color] Said Orvus, before Arya could speak. This time Arya frowned, [color=ivory]”Don’t worry mom, everything will be fine, but if we need you, I’m sure you’ll know before I get the chance to even leave the house.”[/color] "Okay," Hermes gave the girls a reassuring smile as she was ushered out, "I'll be around!" The door clicked closed. Arya turned around and looked at Laurien. [color=ivory]”What was that about? You didn’t even say anything to her!”[/color] But Laurien did not respond, instead, her staring match with Orvus continued on. Arya walked over to the middle of the table, and banged on it, making Laurien flinch. She looked at Arya with an annoyed face. [color=plum]”Why did you do that?”[/color] [color=ivory]”Why did I do that? Maybe because you ignored me! Why didn’t you say anything to mom? She looked worried.”[/color] She said, putting her hands on her hips. Laurien crossed her arms, her expression softening. [color=plum]”I… Don’t know. My mind is a little preoccupied by him.”[/color] she said, nodding her head at Orvus. Arya sighed, bringing a hand to her face and holding it for a moment, as if in thought. She let it fall after a moment and said, [color=ivory]”Sit down. We are going to have a talk. All of us.”[/color] Laurien hesitated, but with a dejected stance she pulled a chair out opposite of Orvus and sat down. Arya then sat in the middle and awaited to see who would start. [color=plum]”Why did you kill her.”[/color] came Laurien’s sad voice. [color=black]”Child, I told you before. K’nell came with the rest of the Li’Kalla shards. Silver was the final piece in that puzzle.”[/color] he said. [color=plum]”No. [i]Why[/i] did you kill her.”[/color] she said, her voice brimming with anger. [color=black]”I did not want to, she was my friend but I promised her I would help when the time came. She did not feel any pain, Laurien. I made sure of that. She simply fell asleep, and then nothing. I gave her life, and she used it to her fullest extent. It only seemed right that I would be the one to… end that life. I am sorry.”[/color] he said sadly. The silence returned after his confession. Laurien turned away from her father, and off to the side she looked. Tears fell down her face when she finally turned back to Orvus. [color=plum]”Did she… Have any last words?”[/color] [color=black]”She said… She said she was grateful for the life she lived and it was going to be okay, Laurien.”[/color] Laurien took a deep breath, wiping the tears from her eyes with a sleeve. [color=plum]”Okay. I… Still can’t forgive you, not yet… But perhaps one day. I just… I was supposed to go back and see her again. She was waiting for me.”[/color] Arya stood up, no longer able to watch her sister’s pain. She walked to her side, and then gave her a tight hug, which Laurien gladly returned, burying her face into Arya’s shoulder as she wept again. [color=black]”I understand Laurien, I do.”[/color] came Orvus’ voice, [color=black]”We are emotional beings, we feel more strongly than others do. Both a curse and a blessing but in the end, it makes us stronger. You will endure, not because you want to, but because you have to. Come now, daughters, I am going to tell you everything. And then you can finally judge me for what I have become.”[/color] Arya was the first to turn her head and look at Orvus and when Laurien settled down she too looked upon their father. His eyes were sad as Arya pulled away from Laurien, giving her sister a comforting squeeze upon her shoulder before sitting down. [color=black]”It all began in a place beyond places…”[/color] he began, starting at the beginning of his existence, and all the newfound pain he had been born into. He gave them visions as he spoke, showing them the great gathering, Seihdhara and the meteor. He told them about Veradax, about the moons explosion, about his first dream, and his battle with Phystene. The image shifted to the Mar Tree’s purpose and the nature of soul decay. Then he showed them his second dream in its entirety. For it was the catalyst for his change. Then Arya came, and Laurien watched as she was cast out of the Moon, and she knew that was one of his greatest mistakes. For she realized that her father wanted what the dream gave him, but was too scared to admit it, and thus he sent her away. He then showed them of the Gate Lord, the Reaper Queens and their spawn. Dark creatures made for a terrible purpose, but he had only made them so people would hate him, for who could love such a being as he? But then the image changed to Orvus, sitting in front of a small field of growing plants. It was a calm, sunny day and he took solace in the fact that such a thing was possible not because he could do it, but because he wanted too. Then Arryn came, and Arya’s heart grew excited at his appearance and knowing that he was fine. And then came Silver, the one who pushed him to change even further. The house he built for her, and the fields they grew together. He showed them of their many conversations, how she made him see the error of his ways, and the great beauty that could be. She had helped him and for that Arya was grateful. He then showed Laurien’s birth and their meeting with Katharsos. Then Laurien was gone, looking for Arya. He did not show them how Silver died, but they could feel his pain when the time came at last. Then he showed them the orb, and it’s strange questions. Then he showed them the Vault of Souls and its location, and what he had put there as a punishment for Azura. Then he showed them his anger and the birth of a Demigod, known as Ikarus. Who was their brother in a way. Then there was the anger he felt at seeing Laurien attacked by Vrog, and his great sadness that came when she told him to leave. He went back to the orb and it showed him that Rowan and that dream life could be real, but Orvus knew he was not worthy of such a thing. Not until he made things right with his daughters. Then there came a long montage of searching for items, and then the forging of Wreanun and then the moment he saw Arya and then Laurien. When the images finally stopped, and their eyes came back to reality, the world had grown dark outside. Both of the girls sat silently, reflecting on what they had witnessed, and how they felt knowing their father in such a way. Arya realized that he had changed, just as she had grown and changed as the world moved on. He was different, more caring in a way that at one time, he probably thought impossible. And yet, he had made so many mistakes, just as she had done. She was her father’s daughter. [color=plum]”I… I don’t know what to think.”[/color] Laurien said, her voice on the verge of faltering. [color=plum]”You’ve done such… horrible things but why… Why did you create us?”[/color] she asked, looking to Arya, whose expression was one of confusion, before they both looked to their father with pleading eyes. [color=black]”I created the both of you, because I wanted too, whether I knew or not. Each of you, are ten times the person I can ever be. You are the best of me, the best of this world. I have created so many, terrible things, and I have so many mistakes but the both of you are neither of those things. You are not a mistake,”[/color] he said looking at Arya, [color=black]”You are my daughters, a part of me lives in you, and instead of embracing it, you have done the opposite. You have a life here, a family and you have each other. The both of you are not the monster that I am, you are Arya and Laurien and you will do great things in the time that has not yet come. I know this, because a father’s love is nurturing. Yet, even though I know I have been a horrible father to the both of you. I’ve always wanted you to be better than I, and you are. You are, and that’s all that matters. I know I cannot ask this of you, but what the world needs most, are protectors from the threats I’ve made and beyond. It is a selfish request, that I would ask this of you. But I cannot undo what I have done, not easily. For now it exists and is apart of this world, intricately serving a purpose. But by a mortals hands, change comes.”[/color] Laurien looked at the table before her, the all too familiar silence returning. But she sighed. [color=plum]”Thank you.”[/color] she then whispered before looking up, [color=plum]”That means… A lot to me. I’m sure I can say the same for Arya. But tell me something, father. What do you expect us to do? You said it yourself, we are only mortal. You saw what Vrog could do, how would we even be able to fight such threats, let alone survive them?”[/color] Orvus said nothing, but turned to look at Arya, who had remained motionless as she sat, hands scrunching her dress with her lap. She was thinking about everything said, everything wanted and she came to the conclusion. [color=ivory]”Knights…”[/color] Arya whispered, then looked to Laurien. [color=ivory]”You wanted to be there for Silver, you wanted to return. I almost forgot, but do you remember what you told me she called you? Her knight, returning home to… Well that part doesn't matter, but what does matter, is that you still be a knight, Laurien. We both can. And… We can protect people. We are not the only mortals in the world, there are others, I know it. Just like when we opened our eyes for the first time, they will be lost and need guidance. We can be that guidance.”[/color] Arya said with a warm smile. [color=black]”Your sister is right. I have already provided one weapon capable of helping, and yours will come soon enough, regardless of the choice you make. I promised myself that my daughters, would never be hurt by another divine and such weapons will promise that. But…”[/color] and Orvus paused here, his eyes glancing to the table before looking up again, [color=black]”What would you say if I made… If I brought Rowan and Ava and Lily to Galbar? Would you think me even more selfis-”[/color] [color=ivory]”Father.”[/color] Arya cut in, [color=ivory]”This isn’t selfish, it’s only natural. The day you helped a lost, lonely shard of a person, and gave her a choice and a life… You were worthy. This relationship that you have with the both of us… It hasn’t been easy and it’s been full of bumps along the way, but… This is the father I would love to know more of, and to have in my life. You have a lot to make up for, but don’t deny yourself happiness. It might surprise you.”[/color] [color=plum]”She’s right. You don’t need to be worthy to want your family. You have the power to bring them to life, why not? Personally… I’d like to meet this Rowan.”[/color] Laurien said with a smirk. Orvus bowed his head, [color=black]”Very well. Now… Let us talk of knights.”[/color] [hr] [hider=summary] Where do I even begin. Post opens with Arya hanging out with her niece, a young daughter of Zongchen and Laia. Her name is Lai Qin. After a full day of playing, Arya attempts to pretty Lai Qin up, because she’s a bit dirty. Zongchen comes by and notices this, and comes up with a plan. He manages to lure Laia out of the house and Arya sneaks in with Qin and fixes her up. Arya begins to have a sense of dread befall her at times and it’s growing in strength. Ping’An then shows up, QIn’s older sister and then Laia and Zongchen comes back because it’s Laia’s birthday and they surprise her with food and what not. But bam, Orvus shows up and Arya tells the family to go find Hermes, Xiaoli and Laurien. They scurry off and the long awaited reunion of Arya and Orvus goes down. I won’t spoil things, so then Wenbo, Temujin and Laurien show up and then Arya is like it’s all good fam and tells the boys to go back home. Jump cut to Laurien’s and Arya’s house, which is much bigger to accommodate their sizes. They begin to talk but Hermes shows up and she asks what's up and meets Orvus. Then after some serious vibes, Hermes leaves and then the three begin to have a heart to heart. At the end, more stuff happens and Orvus begins to talk to them about Knights. I’m so bad at summaries. [/hider] [hider=Prestige] Hermes; Start: 25 +1 for Minor role. +1 joyous collaboration. End: 27 Arya: The Learner, The Martial Dancer, The Compassionate, The Wanderer, The Teacher, The Sailor, Last of the Zhengwu +24 Prestige Starting +1 For Minor Role +1 For Major Role +1 For Jolly Collaboration = +27 Prestige Ending [/hider] [hider=The OG scene] “Oh no,” came a silky smooth voice, following it was a tall and slender man with crimson patterns covering the left half of his face. The man had walked through some underbrush, clearly on his way to the wood and thatch homestead that sat at the entrance to the flatlands, buckets in each hand. Zhongcheng rubbed a clean chin with the back of one of his hands, his brow knitted. He jutted his chin at the dress, “Has Laia seen yet?” “Orvus is getting dicked down by Aelius as we speak,” Arya answered. “Okay but that’s not what I asked,” Zhongcheng scratched his head. [/hider]