Post by Junastro on Apr 8, 2019 11:36:36 GMT
"So this is Winter for them... *urgh* all so grey and dull." - Junastro says out loud in front of a massive glass window that overlooks a now furiously rushing waterfall.
"Aloth 3!" - he chuckles - "Come here, bring me another bottle of that thick liqueur, you know? The one the duchess kept in her room and not in the winery? It is the only thing that borderline keeps away the boredom these days..." - he says as he slouches even further down the cushioned throne that once belonged to Duchess Magali Khalister, before memories take hold of him.
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A cool breeze blew through the branches and vines of the darkwood forest surrounding the Queen's summerhouse. The chirping of birds mixed with the ominous creaks and cracks of tree branches all around made for a comforting cacophony. It meant home - the place where there was no such thing as good or evil just a beautiful grey neutrality.
"Hey Junastro, want to come and weave shadewill banners with the others and I?" - a childlike voice echoed inside the memory.
"Uh? No Aloth... get out of here, who cares about stupid flowers. I need to practice." - another child's voice echoes, this own closer to home, closer to the centre of this memory.
You see, the problem with evil and good not having any meaning is that things can swing from bliss to cruelness at lightning speed and so the blue-haired elven boy had to practice. Practice was key. His family was always low in the fey nobility, no right to pleasantries, nor festival prowesses, nor shadewill banners, nor anything as a matter of fact. The fact they were allowed to stay within the Queen's domains was already the biggest gift they had ever received and it was all due to him and his luck. The Queen had seen something in the blue-haired boy and extended an invitation for him to join the entertainers of the Summer Court. Obviously, not the entertainers that fill the halls of the Courts of the Shadow Fey with joy... no, never those - a lowborn blue-haired boy could never join them. No - instead he joined the entertainers of a little summerhouse right at the edge of a darkwood forest, the place in the Feywild where the most shadewill flower grows per mile, actually. So he had to practice - for himself and for his family.
"Stupid Aloth and his stupid common name, there's like 10 other Aloths in this damned place." - a young Junastro mutters under his breath while he continues to juggle four flaming daggers behind his back.
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The memory is quickly interrupted by an unseen servant entering the organ room where Junastro dozed off.
"Ah! Aloth 3, right on time! I'm afraid boredom defeated me and I must've dozed off again." - he says mockingly - "Well, I'm terribly sorry to have disturbed you, I am no longer in the mood for a drink. You are dismissed, Aloth 3..." - he says in a colder tone.
The unseen servant quickly leaves the room where his now new Master sits, staring coldly at the grey skies, the pouring rain and the rushing waterfall.
"Fine my Queen, I will do as you bid. Get stronger? Gain experience? Carve my place in the world? Sure..." - he says as simultaneously conjuring a blade made of pure starlight in his hand.
He carefully balances the spectral blade on the tip of his index finger with extreme dexterity and coordination and narrows his eyes as he stares back through the window.
"I do not know what you have in store for me but I feel it, something is coming, something is happening..."
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The sound of thunder echoes through the now dark night sky and a no longer cold nor serious but jovial and warm voice can be heard in the distance.
"Ah! Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop ! This is Junastro, how are you? How's Idari? I was hoping I could visit Daring Heights soon. What do you say?"
"Aloth 3!" - he chuckles - "Come here, bring me another bottle of that thick liqueur, you know? The one the duchess kept in her room and not in the winery? It is the only thing that borderline keeps away the boredom these days..." - he says as he slouches even further down the cushioned throne that once belonged to Duchess Magali Khalister, before memories take hold of him.
________
A cool breeze blew through the branches and vines of the darkwood forest surrounding the Queen's summerhouse. The chirping of birds mixed with the ominous creaks and cracks of tree branches all around made for a comforting cacophony. It meant home - the place where there was no such thing as good or evil just a beautiful grey neutrality.
"Hey Junastro, want to come and weave shadewill banners with the others and I?" - a childlike voice echoed inside the memory.
"Uh? No Aloth... get out of here, who cares about stupid flowers. I need to practice." - another child's voice echoes, this own closer to home, closer to the centre of this memory.
You see, the problem with evil and good not having any meaning is that things can swing from bliss to cruelness at lightning speed and so the blue-haired elven boy had to practice. Practice was key. His family was always low in the fey nobility, no right to pleasantries, nor festival prowesses, nor shadewill banners, nor anything as a matter of fact. The fact they were allowed to stay within the Queen's domains was already the biggest gift they had ever received and it was all due to him and his luck. The Queen had seen something in the blue-haired boy and extended an invitation for him to join the entertainers of the Summer Court. Obviously, not the entertainers that fill the halls of the Courts of the Shadow Fey with joy... no, never those - a lowborn blue-haired boy could never join them. No - instead he joined the entertainers of a little summerhouse right at the edge of a darkwood forest, the place in the Feywild where the most shadewill flower grows per mile, actually. So he had to practice - for himself and for his family.
"Stupid Aloth and his stupid common name, there's like 10 other Aloths in this damned place." - a young Junastro mutters under his breath while he continues to juggle four flaming daggers behind his back.
________
The memory is quickly interrupted by an unseen servant entering the organ room where Junastro dozed off.
"Ah! Aloth 3, right on time! I'm afraid boredom defeated me and I must've dozed off again." - he says mockingly - "Well, I'm terribly sorry to have disturbed you, I am no longer in the mood for a drink. You are dismissed, Aloth 3..." - he says in a colder tone.
The unseen servant quickly leaves the room where his now new Master sits, staring coldly at the grey skies, the pouring rain and the rushing waterfall.
"Fine my Queen, I will do as you bid. Get stronger? Gain experience? Carve my place in the world? Sure..." - he says as simultaneously conjuring a blade made of pure starlight in his hand.
He carefully balances the spectral blade on the tip of his index finger with extreme dexterity and coordination and narrows his eyes as he stares back through the window.
"I do not know what you have in store for me but I feel it, something is coming, something is happening..."
____
The sound of thunder echoes through the now dark night sky and a no longer cold nor serious but jovial and warm voice can be heard in the distance.
"Ah! Malri 'Taffeta' Thistletop ! This is Junastro, how are you? How's Idari? I was hoping I could visit Daring Heights soon. What do you say?"