Dancing in the Dark – Marto Copperkettle – 14.09.2022
Sept 19, 2022 11:29:24 GMT
Velania Kalugina, stephena, and 2 more like this
Post by Marto Copperkettle on Sept 19, 2022 11:29:24 GMT
Merla,
I met someone today who reminded me of you. Her name is Ziha, a young and really electrifying dancer. She’s some kind of genasi or elemental, I think. I was in Kundar on a rescue job – or what would have been a rescue if Ziha didn’t want to stay there.
I came back to Daring thinking I’d check out what jobs were happening and to speak to Velania. I owed her a conversation and an apology. I kinda just left without a word when I came back after helping Gerhard rescue his love, Orianna and his best friend, Henri. It had all gotten to be a bit much. Didn’t feel right to stick around in the ‘big city’ so I went to the next best place that isn’t yours or home. It’s how I saw the notice from Emzel, Ziha’s sister. It reminded me of the times before you returned to us. Remember when I told you I would become a knight and go searching for my sister in the land of the fairies? Well… perhaps part of that old daydream was my motivation to help. I also know what it’s like when a sister goes missing. I had good intentions when I started, I swear. I really did. It’s just…
Well, first off: When Emzel was describing Ziha – bright eyes, a little short, sometimes glows and glitters – the uncanniness of it all wouldn’t leave me. I wasn’t able to find you before you found us again so I thought, perhaps, after the time I’ve taken off to focus on me and my recovery, I was in a place where I could handle helping someone else.
I was wrong.
I don’t know where our team got our thoughts crossed. Leonida, a super serious tiefling, tried to body slam or tackle Ziha when I was dancing with her. My plan was to go for the friendly route! Ya know: You get more flies with honey than with vinegar, as the saying goes. But after what she did, it was impossible for anything like a proper conversation to happen between us and Ziha. She wouldn’t listen to anything I said. Told me to fuck off every way from Sunday, and then ended up storming off – almost literally.
This was where I had the harsh reality of my preconceptions slap me down and the cold certainty that I still wasn’t in the right place yet to help people.
I said some… harsh things to her. Not vindictive or mean just… things I might not have said before… Before Phlegethos. This whole situation – it felt more complicated than we were led to believe, and that’s not necessarily the fault of Emzel or even Ziha. But I don’t think I’m ready to help quite yet.
I’m returning to New Hillborrow tomorrow. It’s nearly all rebuilt and the crops are fully replanted. BB’s been helping immensely with her magic so the farmers should be able to reap some good crops still for winter, despite the scorching from the invasion a few months back.
I haven’t seen Beets in a while either. I told Kavel and a few others to keep an eye on her. I don’t know if leaving the responsibility to others is best or if I should get over myself and help. I don’t know how you do it, being a queen, helping and watching over your Court. That said, I don’t want you to worry about me. Being with the other Hin helps and I feel the Great Mother is glad I’m there. Maybe. Who even knows with the gods, right?
My Sylvan lessons are going well. Orla’s a great teacher. Keep an eye out – one of these times I’ll write a letter to you in the Fey-tongue and you’ll have to tell me how many mistakes I made, ha!
Give my best to Kruxeral and Lumina. I’ll see if I can visit you sometime soon.
Love,
Marto
I met someone today who reminded me of you. Her name is Ziha, a young and really electrifying dancer. She’s some kind of genasi or elemental, I think. I was in Kundar on a rescue job – or what would have been a rescue if Ziha didn’t want to stay there.
I came back to Daring thinking I’d check out what jobs were happening and to speak to Velania. I owed her a conversation and an apology. I kinda just left without a word when I came back after helping Gerhard rescue his love, Orianna and his best friend, Henri. It had all gotten to be a bit much. Didn’t feel right to stick around in the ‘big city’ so I went to the next best place that isn’t yours or home. It’s how I saw the notice from Emzel, Ziha’s sister. It reminded me of the times before you returned to us. Remember when I told you I would become a knight and go searching for my sister in the land of the fairies? Well… perhaps part of that old daydream was my motivation to help. I also know what it’s like when a sister goes missing. I had good intentions when I started, I swear. I really did. It’s just…
Well, first off: When Emzel was describing Ziha – bright eyes, a little short, sometimes glows and glitters – the uncanniness of it all wouldn’t leave me. I wasn’t able to find you before you found us again so I thought, perhaps, after the time I’ve taken off to focus on me and my recovery, I was in a place where I could handle helping someone else.
I was wrong.
I don’t know where our team got our thoughts crossed. Leonida, a super serious tiefling, tried to body slam or tackle Ziha when I was dancing with her. My plan was to go for the friendly route! Ya know: You get more flies with honey than with vinegar, as the saying goes. But after what she did, it was impossible for anything like a proper conversation to happen between us and Ziha. She wouldn’t listen to anything I said. Told me to fuck off every way from Sunday, and then ended up storming off – almost literally.
This was where I had the harsh reality of my preconceptions slap me down and the cold certainty that I still wasn’t in the right place yet to help people.
I said some… harsh things to her. Not vindictive or mean just… things I might not have said before… Before Phlegethos. This whole situation – it felt more complicated than we were led to believe, and that’s not necessarily the fault of Emzel or even Ziha. But I don’t think I’m ready to help quite yet.
I’m returning to New Hillborrow tomorrow. It’s nearly all rebuilt and the crops are fully replanted. BB’s been helping immensely with her magic so the farmers should be able to reap some good crops still for winter, despite the scorching from the invasion a few months back.
I haven’t seen Beets in a while either. I told Kavel and a few others to keep an eye on her. I don’t know if leaving the responsibility to others is best or if I should get over myself and help. I don’t know how you do it, being a queen, helping and watching over your Court. That said, I don’t want you to worry about me. Being with the other Hin helps and I feel the Great Mother is glad I’m there. Maybe. Who even knows with the gods, right?
My Sylvan lessons are going well. Orla’s a great teacher. Keep an eye out – one of these times I’ll write a letter to you in the Fey-tongue and you’ll have to tell me how many mistakes I made, ha!
Give my best to Kruxeral and Lumina. I’ll see if I can visit you sometime soon.
Love,
Marto
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