a-sweet-scary-child:

*more people? How do they find me?* she thought and gave a big smile “Hello!! What can I do for ya?”

Veri blinked a little before looking at the girl, a slight quizzical look on her face.

“I am uncertain what you can do for me, given it seems I am not where I should be again..”

reaperofbones:

“Whattin’ th’ blazes?”

A second ago he’d been alone in the medbay, looking up idly to check everything was well, when suddenly someone just appeared before him. Someone…he had no idea where the hell she’d come from or who she was…

“Who the hell are you?” he barked.

She had half expected that reaction, even so, didn’t mean she enjoyed it. With a sigh, she folded up the papers in her hand and placed them inside her pocket before looking back to the man.

“Given I am certain this isn’t my world anymore, a full title isn’t needed. I am Veri Bêche, and who might you be sir?” The knave had tilted her head a little at the question.

motherofqueens:

It is one of these beautiful days and the air has the sweet fragrance of life — spring, she notices, the winter is gone. The morning, however, is reluctant to leave the blue cold of the frost and every window of every house is still covered by a light coating of ice. Helena, the woman, sighs and breathes and, oh, she senses the timid scent of flowers that are still to bloom. It is still too early and the humans are still fallen into the arms of Morpheus, soon they will open their eyes to the bright blue of the sky and will they think? She can only imagine and an almost childish chuckle comes out of her reddish lips. If she knows them well, most of them will complain about getting up with the sun and most of them will growl to their relatives as they prepare themselves to another day of hard work. 

The woman eyes the girl and her blue eyes meet the atypical eyes of the other. How curious!, she thinks and frowns lightly at the bright of such a color. Eyes of gold! Was that ever possible?, and her hair is strange too, blue and dark and very, very long. These teenagers of nowadays! When the girl bows to her, Helena bows too in a quick and elegant movement. Gently, she lets the shadow of a smile cover her lips. “Kanéna próvli̱ma.”, she answers and her mother tongue comes as a natural thing to her. “Oh, it is not strange at all. My name is Helena. Welcome, Veri Bêche, to Hungary.”

It seemed there was some form of similar custom given she bowed back as well, it was possible this ‘trip’ would be easier for her than the others have been. However, if others spoke that language did just now, Veri felt she might be in a bit of trouble. That language was highly different from her own, maybe Helena would be willing to help for a while, if she got lucky. Hungary? As she feared, she wasn’t in any region in her world and it would be a while before she could even try to use Loyauté’s ability again.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Helena, even if it just happens to be by chance.” It seemed a second wave of sickness decided to hit, causing Veri’s face to scrunch up a bit and pinch the bridge of her nose. Letting out a long breath she tried to continue, masking her displeasure as much as she could.

“Granted I wish it just didn’t happen with the fact of me being lost again. I’m sure it’s quite apparent by now I am not from anywhere near here and I know we just met, but would it be imprudent of me to ask for some assistance from you?  All I’d like is a place to rest for a while, and I promise I won’t be any trouble to you afterwards.”

Maybe it was the flowers that weren’t helping, or it was possible the second wave from the world not having the same magick. Veri wasn’t sure at this point, but she’d work around it either way.

motherofqueens:

When she sleeps, she dreams and when she dreams, she remembers. Too old and too cold and too gentle to be haunted by the possibility of a living ghost — most of the times, the ghost is herself. She is wandering for far too long and she never stays in a place for more than two months. It is easier to leave the humans to themselves, it is easier to feed on their warm blood and leave her mark on this world. She hopes they will hear her whispers, feel her millennial presence, see her as she walks among them. She hopes the old ones, like herself, will see her. No one ever comes, but she goes and goes and goes and the world is vast and full of coincidences. 

Helena had servants once, loyal men and friends and lovers. It is know that now they are named Chevaliers, knights to their queens. She is a queen, yes, but she has no kingdom and she has no one waiting for her. Helena could be sad, but she is only resigned and she waits. She is patient, she can wait. When she looks at the sky, as bright as her eyes, she sees nothing more than the sunlight. It is a good day for a walking. 

Again, she woke up too early and it was time to forget the bad dreams. Helena dressed her long skirt and sandals and went for the world. It is time to go. It is always simple, it has always been simple, since the very first days of her life — keep going forward, Seirến, do not look back. It was what her father would say. Little consequences of drinking blood. What a lucky girl she was, for always having that thirst for adventure and tireless feet. Now she is in a small, flowery street and a girl is looking at her, a girl that was not there before. “…!” Helena blinks, frowns. “You surprised me, I did not see you there.”

The sound of someone coming closer had caught the knave’s attention, drawing her gaze to the person in question, blinking slowly. It was another woman who appeared to be quite young, but she felt no need to guess her age seeing she knew she wasn’t in her land and the fact the Roles aged slower, it was possible to say the same for her. Veri moved a hand to the back of her neck, lightly touching the blue spade as Loyauté dissipated into nothing before standing herself, feeling somewhat better than before.

 “Mis vaxcuses. I had no intention of such a thing.” She bowed her head slightly before taking a quick glance around at the world around her. The street was small with flowers along it, or near it, something that least told her she was in a much warmer climate she thought since they looked healthy. She stopped herself from frowning from the idea of overheating soon. Veri knelt down to pick up her coat before dusting it off a bit before looking to the woman again.

“Might I ask where I am? A strange question yes, but I have found myself in a strange… Predicament again.” There was a slight pause before the knave realized she hadn’t introduced herself yet, she would need to fix this. Head bowed once more, as her arm crossed over her stomach as she spoke, “Forgive my manners, I am Veri Bêche.” 

Given all the incidents the knave had been having with training, she decided to put it off as long as she could. It gave her maybe a day or two of getting things done around the castle and before Varick began to question her. Therefore, Veri found herself in the snow-filled field again, Loyauté in hand, as she went about. Everything seemed good so far, snow flying into the air again as she worked on her footwork and changed stance pretending she was fighting someone. 

Muttering a quick word and sliding her fingers down the blade, the world grayed and blurred, yet remained the same. It seemed luck had decided to stay with her. Veri kept the spell up as long as she could before she felt sickened, letting her know it was time to let it die down. With another word, the color came back and the blurriness went away, yet the world had changed again. A soft sigh came from her, as it seemed her luck ended there.

Finding someone would have to wait until she felt up to the task, unless someone saw her phase into this world of course, but she wasn’t sure on the odds. The woman sat down while tooking off her heavy coat, trying to catch her breath.

At that moment, Veri was listening to Varick go on about something that didn’t really have her attention, well actually she was trying to drown him out as she did her paper work. She did enjoy conversations with him now and then, but for some reason he seemed to be on edge the last few days and she didn’t dare ask why.

“Sruli.”

Veri’s attention snapped to the man as the other language left him, blinking slightly. He didn’t look too pleased she was ignoring him. With a sigh, she made her way over to Varick before hitting his forehead with the papers in her hand. 

“Come now, no need to look like that Vari-“ She had stopped herself as the room flicked and change. Pausing for a moment, she looked around before looking back at the papers and moved them down, hoping that Varick would still be there. He wasn’t though, and gold eyes instead saw another man dressed in a blue shirt and much shorter hair than Varick.

“You’ve got to be kidding me..” Was the only thing she could think to say at the time.

It had been a while since Veri had fallen asleep in the courtyard tree, away from work, away from anything that might need her attention right then. She’d regret it later on since she’d be sore, but the off time would be worth it as well as the familiarity. A small yawn had come from the knave as she swung a leg to where it was dangling before she paused and looked around. She had the feeling she wasn’t alone, but from where she was looking she couldn’t see a soul.

Slowly, she made her way out of the tree before scanning the ground once more as the woman made her way to the other side of the tree to look behind it as well. It didn’t take long for her to find the other person given the courtyard was small. Veri couldn’t make them out fully, but she could tell they had a darker color hair. Maybe it was someone from a town trying to find her? Or a new servant that was lost?

Shifting to where she was standing straight, she called out to the person. “Saus yaál. Is there something you need?”

kusuriuri-rp:

He nodded in response to the tea she offered as the dark haired woman browsed through his collections of the selective herbal remedies and beauty products he had on display. Briefly, he wondered if she even saw his nod. She seemed genuinely interested in the foreign goods and was perhaps waiting for him to introduce them to her, however, his train of thought was not on selling his items.

“Ah… well, I have asked around and I have heard many strange rumors about these lands hidden in the mountains and their rulers…” His voice as stoic as his visage. Although he had not yet asked the question of the whereabouts of the royal members, it was quite obvious he was curious to hear more about them.

“Forgive my ignorance, but I am curious; the disappearance of the land’s leadership has given me quite an ear full of rumors. Are any of them true?”

For a short while, the knave didn’t reply to the man, still looking at the items as she mulled over where this conversation was going. True she had no qualms of such a topic; she was rather interested as to why this would make the man curious. A soft sigh had come from her as she looked away from the items finally and looked at him, siting back in the chair.

“I am unsure what all the people had said rumor wise, given they do not speak them openly around me. The only one I may be able to tell you is the truth is they are missing, and they haven’t returned for some time. Be it King Amos got tired of ruling, or the fact Queen Neilina was truly looking for him, I do not have the answer.”

Golden eyes went to an opening door, a servant coming in with their tea before setting it down and leaving the two alone again. Veri waved a bit of the steam away before looking to her guest again, “Varick would be better to ask, given he listens to such things more often than I. Does make me wonder why a man such as you would be curious about it.”

A sigh had come from the knave. It seemed there was yet another mishap during training with Loyauté again. If this was going to be a constant thing, it was possible she’d never be able to use the invoked form without fear or leaving her world altogether. However, this time it seemed trees and grassy land greeted her instead of the town she was in last time. It didn’t bold well for her though, seeing she’d have to actually actively find someone to ask where she was.

Shrugging off her coat, the knave began to make her way in a random direction. Hoping that she’d find someone soon and they were willing to give her a few answers. It might not be the brightest idea, but she decided to call out.

“Salour? Salour ol rsongi yaál?”

kusuriuri-rp:

The peddler followed his host into the estate. He silently treaded behind her, eyes carefully scanning for any supernatural activity. Nothing that was note-worthy but he did catch a glimpse of a blue mark on the back of his host’s neck. It appeared to be the mark of the land.

Perhaps it is a sign of loyalty toward to monarchy…

Once they entered the destined room and the peddler set his heavy wooden pack down.

“…would you like anything while you’re hear?”

In all honesty, he hadn’t expected the young woman to be so immediately open to questions. It was almost as if she knew what his true intent behind the visit and was trying to lure him into exposing that truth. Then again, maybe it was a cultural difference. After all, he was invited into the royal estate pretty easily.

Well, only one way to find out.

“The mark on your neck… in these lands, that is an indication of rank, correct?” The peddler asked while unpack a few foreign items. He had attempted not to sound totally unfriendly or devoid of emotion but felt that he had probably failed.

She wasn’t expected to get a question in return after hers, but given the man’s clothing and how he looked, it was clear he was a different individual.  It was also possible he was just one of those people who enjoyed replying in questions, just to get a ruse from you. Larz was like that with her the few times she had met him, and she had quite the headache afterwards when it was time to leave.

There was a slight nod from the knave as she shut the door, making her way over to a chair, slightly facing the man. “You would be correct sir. It ranks me the Knave for the Spades. Although, given you’re asking suck a thing goes to show me you aren’t from here, or where any Role Holders rule.” It was an interesting though altogether, seeing as neither of the Roles felt the need to journey across the seas away from their continent.

“However, I doubt you want a history lesson of any sort from me, seeing as you could have just asked around one of the other towns. “ She had sat down at this point, looking at the items the man had pulled out with genuine interest. “You sure you don’t want any tea or anything?”