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Last Post Birdsong, Cami & Rill <3
Mellody
Posted: Aug 29 2009, 04:08 AM


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R I K Y A N I L L
    The world outside was dismal and dark, the mountains pale with snow and the air thick with the rain coming swiftly through the valley. The entire Hold had started to go back into its hibernation as winter approached, and it was quiet and still without save for the wind rising to herald the storm. The Hold had shut itself up against the rain and dark clouds stirring above it, and all work that could occur inside - which was quite a lot, since it was the work most productive for a Hold so far North - was industrially being worked below and behind him where he sat looking out at the landscape, in the background of the one open window on the face of the Hold.

    The Lord's hand was resting lightly on the edge of the shutters, ready to close them, but he hesitated a bit longer to look out at the cold and inhospitable world. The air was always so fresh before a storm, the wind so cool. There was still a worried, sad air about him as he looked out at the pending rain, but he was in fact enjoying the view. He wouldn't risk being exposed to the elements otherwise. At last some drops began to fall, and he ducked his head, turned away, and shut the window.

    Turning, he went to open the glow in the room, before turning at once to the wire cage resting in the room. For the first time that day, Rikyanill smiled. It was that same sad, sweet smile, but it was a smile, as the little bird chirped and fluttered expectantly, watching him approach. He undid the latch and opened the door, and immediately Farron took wing, flying up to the top of the cage, and from there to his ear, where she chirped and poked gently at his hair in affection. He reached up to softly stroke the little bird's back, and as soon as his finger left her, she was off again, flitting around the room in exuberance and chirping for joy. Rikyanill turned and leaned back against the table her cage sat on, just watching her and enjoying the song, with the same smile softening his gaunt face.
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Thalia
Posted: Sep 6 2009, 09:47 PM


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Cambria smiled blandly at the drooping face of the kitchens' steward, hardly listening as the heavyset man puffed and hustled to match her stride. The man had been prattling to her for days about the cellars--the dust or the stores or any other detail he had decided was worthy of complaint. At first mention, she had spoken with the Headwoman, who had soon assured the Lady Holder that all the room needed was a good sweeping. With the heavy rain that had pelted the Hold for days, it wasn't the most prudent to sweep at this time, only to have the the dust descend into mud and mire. As much as she assured the steward things were taken care of, the man seemed to find his mollification in pestering her unnecessarily.

With a quiet word, Cambria quickly excused herself from the disheartened steward, escaping into the cool silence of her antechamber. The Lord Holder's suite was the largest complex of rooms in the Hold quarters, but felt rather empty with only two occupants. Two large canines rose from their mats as one, moving with wagging tails to their mistress. The pair had been kept in the room to keep them from attempting to follow the mistress earlier that morning when Cambria had ridden out to check on the outlying cotholds of her realm. Sorra would fret if Jace had been allowed, and the female was far too heavy with pups to be trekking over the rough terrain.

Cambria stroked each canine's soft fur, before an involuntary shiver reminded her of her wet clothes. She had been caught in the rain on her return, and the kitchen steward's pursuit had distracted her. The Lady Holder walked toward her inner chamber, reaching a hand up to pull the pins holding up her knot of hair. Birdsong greeted her, and Cambria looked up in mild surprise.

"Oh, Rikyanill..." She said softly. A click of her tongue and sharp twist of her hand sent both canine to lie obediantly beside the door; Cambria knew better than to leave the dogs to their own devices around her husband's treasured, entrancing pet. Farron was far too tempting. But the canines were wonderfully trained, and Cambria knew she could trust them to remain in their place until she released them. It wouldn't do Sorra any good to go bounding after a bird in her condition, either.

"Hello," She amended, realizing she hadn't quite uttered a greeting. The tall man stood beside the shuttered window, his small, scarce smile ghosting over his face. The Lord Holder's inherent awkwardness even managed to affect the usually indomitable Lady, and Cambria often found herself ill at ease with her new husband. Their situation wasn't ideal, but she often found herself floundering--an unsettling feeling for one usually so confident. Her fingers found the final pin, and her rain-darkened hair fell about her shoulders. Cambria settled for as bland as smile as she had offered her steward as she crossed to her wardrobe to find a dry gown.
Mellody
Posted: Sep 6 2009, 11:26 PM


thank.you.for.the.music.♬ :.


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R I K Y A N I L L
    The little bird flitted over to the wardrobe and perched on its upper corner, flitting her wings and chirping as she looked around for the next destination of her flight around the room. She took off as fast as she had settled, swirling around to the corner behind Rikyanill for a few corkscrews. He turned to watch her wild flight, fully absorbed by her revelation in her temporary freedom. He'd go to read something soon enough, once she calmed down a bit, but for now he couldn't pull himself away from her antics. Luckily, he had Cambria to do that for him.

    "Oh,"

    For a moment he thought he misheard, but then he turned quickly and was startled to find a very wet Cambria in the doorway, her dogs at her heels. In the second it took to fully realize the current situation, he pulled himself forward away from the table and dropped his arms to his sides, holding them there for fear of what they might do if left to flounder on their own. He looked as scared as usual in her presence, a fear stemming more from nervousness than anything, making his eyes wide and his jaw faintly slack. His face was otherwise impassive. As soon as she said hello, though, he dropped his eyes to the floor in front of her feet, the nerves showing now more in his tense shoulders than his face.

    Good morning, Cambria.

    The returned greeting was much quieter than hers, and very soft for a voice that wasn't whispering. Farron alighted on top of her cage for a moment to acknowledge the newcomer, and upon seeing the familiar human with her dogs, she continued flying around the room, keeping a safe distance from the relative stranger. Rikyanill behaved in much the same way, though much more hesitant than his brave little songbird. He looked back up at her face as she released the last pin and let her hair down. Again he found himself caught, this time by the beautiful woman that was strangely married to him. Her straight hair was wet and dark, but she was still so beautiful, with her soft face and bright crystal eyes.

    And then he noticed where she was headed, and the shocked puppy-dog stare turned into real worry and he drew back at the realization that she was going to change her clothes. He turned away as if she had already started to undress and took a few steps toward the door before he hesitated. After all, he was her husband. There was some kind of... entitlement, if that was at all an appropriate word. And if she wanted... He couldn't complain.

    I-I'm sorry. I'll just... get out for a while. Give you some privacy.
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Posted: Sep 10 2009, 05:00 PM


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Cambria glanced at the floundering man, his tension seemed to stretch across the room in waves. It must be exhausting--she certainly tired of the constant nervous dance they performed. This was one of those infrequent moments that Cambria did her best to ignore and prevent; when the weight of her responsibility dropped heavily on her shoulders, and she could see with the startling clarity the vastness of Sinthera Hold and its occupants; the shutters, the crops, the animals, the glows, and every other detail that need minding. And now, her private rooms, a place she'd hoped to find solace and tranquility, were pervaded by this confusing, quiet, uncertain man she must call Husband.

But, mostly, she hated that she wanted support. This was her Hold, her father's Hold; why wasn't she able to handle it? It took all of her willpower not to bury her face in her hands.

The songbird's flittering flight caught her eye and Cambria watched the tiny creature for a moment, catching her own breath and pushing her worries safely away into the recesses of her mind. The little bird was quite intriguing, Cambria was enthralled by the creature's trust for humans, unlike her larger, wild counterparts.

Cambria pulled at the laces of her gown, hearing Rikyanill's flustered indecision behind her.

"What does it matter?" She hissed, mostly to herself. The traces of her earlier thoughts sharpened the edge of her voice. She glanced at the man guiltily, surprised by her own comment, but quickly looked away, squaring her shoulders and refusing to acknowledge anything wrong. Cambria pulled faster in spite, quickly loosening the laces, and shrugging the gown from her shoulders.
Mellody
Posted: Sep 15 2009, 11:20 PM


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    She always seemed so unhappy in his presence. He'd see her out among the people, being the confident, in control woman she always was, and then she's come near him and it would all go away. He seemed to be the only thing that could make Cambria feel the weight of the world. Which succeeded only in making him even more worried and sad and flustered, creating a self-fulfilling prophecy.

    He sighed faintly as she followed the flight of his little bird, his eyes moving to follow Farron as well. She seemed to be the only hope in their relationship, being the most entrancing part of him for Cambria. She didn't really talk about it, but the way she stared at the bright little bird, he knew how much she enjoyed his little pet. Farron twittered and twirled in a corner between wall and ceiling, her erratic circles and swoops keeping the air in her area of the room in a flurry of motion and light chirping. She was clearly completely unaware of the turmoil going on inside the people of the room.

    "What does it matter?"

    A short, quick gasp met this sharp answer, his eyes snapping up quickly on Cambria's guilty face. All of the fluster disappeared at once, leaving Rikyanill very still and sad. The original question was forgotten completely as he reacted to this unexpected venom from the usually so considerate woman. He turned away absently and leaned back against the nearest wall, his eyes drifting down listlessly. It wasn't that he didn't want to help her, to make her happy. He just had no idea how to do it, or what would be allowed. He didn't want to overstep his boundaries and hurt her even more than he already did. If he just knew what he could do, or should do, he'd do it. If only he was brave enough to ask, or at least to try something to let her know that he was trying.
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