It was bad news when Adara didn't have on her normally pleasant smile that she always wore. There was something wrong. And with her coming to Kyla, it obviously included Sarkis or something Sarkis Nightingale would be interested in. Followed closely by Farrah Delmy, and her loyal companions, Daire and Apollo, she led them expertly through the castle, having been there several times just to chat with the Count, who she considered one of her closest friends.
Farrah's actions were nervous, something very odd for the faerie. Adara and Farrah both shared a usual calm, but, while Adara was keeping that at the moment, Farrah was not. She shifted her crystal ball from hand to hand, not able to settle it into one palm.
Adara entered the throne room, trying to force a polite grin, but it disappeared as fast as it appeared. "Count Sarkis," She nodded her head in respect. "We have a problem. Well, Acerbus Umbra does. But, we felt that it would be something you wanted to know."
whoever said this was going to be easy... was dead wrong.
Post by Roxilicious on Nov 27, 2011 17:59:03 GMT -5
Count Sarkis Elliot Nightingale, uncle of his blood in Pertinax, sat upon his simple throne that was situated upon a few raised steps. He had been thinking fondly about the current crisis of Kyla and what to do about it: Brög the Hearty had been filing complaints almost five times a week about thieves stealing from his shop. The Count had written back promising he'd send guards to investigate and lightly suggested improved security, but apparently that didn't help. Brög had approached the castle himself and became hostile, and he was now in the city's dungeon. The common buyers from Brög were outraged. Sarkis was considering releasing Brög on a small fine, but who knows what the crazed man would do if he had to pay when all he wanted was help returning his stolen goods?
Those thoughts were interrupted when Adara's sweet voice penetrated the befuddling situation inside Sarkis' mind. Even during times of peril, her voice managed to stay darling.
The Count looked up from his throne with unease. "What's the matter? Has Roxanna gone and attacked Falkor again?" He hoped that was the only problem.
Of course, with the attendance of a foreign face, it couldn't be. The faerie who followed his close friend was unfamiliar. She, too, sent out vibes of anxiousness and apprehension. Something really must be the matter, then. Adara was not one to bring random guests about Castle Kyla, especially when she was the bringer of bad news.
Adara managed a small chuckle, as if this might lighten up the mood just a bit. It really didn't. "No, I don't believe she has," A sad smile overtook her features. "Sarkis, I know your nephew and I know that he doesn't like showing emotions, but due to recent events, I think he might need some comfort." She paused, also knowing that her daughter needed comfort as well in this situation. "Aria's dead."
This time Farrah stepped up. She nodded her head in respect, allowing the previous news to set in before she introduced herself. "Count Sarkis, my name is Farrah Delmy, citizen of Deliciae. I'm friends with Adara and I am fortune teller. I recieved visions only a day ago. One of them was about Aria, which was confirmed by an informant in Acerbus Umbra."
Farrah shifted anxiously under everyone's gaze. Daire, who was standing behind her, nudged her with her nose and whimpered softly. "The second one was a vision of a girl with pink hair," She continued. "She was standing over Holly Skies who had a gash on her head and didn't appear to be moving."
Adara frowned a bit more at this information. Farrah had told her earlier, but it still hurt.
"She clearly stated that 'Falkor was next'. Your nephew is being targetted. I'm assuming she's the same one who murdered Aria Ruoshe. And if she is, then she would have taken out two Mystics and would be powerful enough to take out a ruler too," Farrah explained further.
Post by Roxilicious on Nov 27, 2011 22:05:42 GMT -5
Sarkis, who had been holding his breath during Adara's short pause, exhaled after the words, 'Aria's dead.'
He wasn't really sure how to react to that. Aria was the court mystic of Pertinax, all of Verfall even. Sarkis ruled a region that was two provinces away. Sure, the news that a revered court mystic had died would reach all corners of Osoa, and there might be some who would weep despite living on the opposite end of the land, but for the most part, this news was irrelevant to Tenesidus.
On the other hand, Aria wasn't just the court mystic of Verfall. She served King Falkor, Sarkis' nephew, with whom he shared a close bond. And Falkor shared a close bond with Aria. Her death would reign somberness on Falkor's soul for a very long time. It would rip a hole in his heart and crush him. And that it did. Sarkis knew how terribly Falkor dealt with loss. Suddenly, the irrelevant news of the death of a court mystic from a region far from Tenesidus became immensely pertinent to Sarkis.
He gulped and allowed Farrah to speak.
"How accurate are your visions?" he inquired, concern swirling in his deep, cerulean eyes. He meant no disrespect to the fortuneteller's abilities; he was just hoping that she would be wrong.
Farrah raised an eyebrow but didn't dare snap back at a Count. She wasn't that stupid. Instead, she decided to take a breath and answer calmly, "My visions are one hunder percent accurate unless things fall in the way of the future I foresee. We've managed to catch this early, though, so there's still a chance to take out this... Murderer, I suppose we could call her." Her tone was much more steady now that she had gotten out the most important information.
What Farrah managed to leave out of the information was that there was actually other victims. Before Aria, there was an Olisthir in Deliciae that she had actually known, though they weren't good friends.
Adara absentmindedly scratched Apollo behind the ear, a worried expression on her face. "Sarkis, what do you propose we do? We can't just do nothing with this. King Falkor's your nephew and Holly is... Oh hell, she's my daughter."
Daire's ears perked up in surprise. For one thing, Adara never cursed. It was completely against her character. Another thing is that Adara hadn't exactly mentioned to Sarkis that Holly was her daughter before. Or Farrah and they were best friends. Why would she throw it out now? She shook her head, staring at Adara.
Post by Roxilicious on Dec 1, 2011 17:51:09 GMT -5
The expression on Sarkis' face fell when Farrah displayed confidence in her fortunetelling abilities. Of course, hope lit up in his eyes when she said there was a chance to take out said murderer.
He turned to Adara, listening to her every word. He then turned back to Farrah, hoping her memory was as good as her future sight."Well, surely we must attempt to...–"
Then it hit him. He whipped his head back to Adara. "Holly Skies, my nephew's ... new ... court mystic is your daughter? ... What?!"
He had never made that connection. Adara's daughter? He knew very well that she was a respectable mystic under Aria's apprenticeship, and Falkor had found a fondness for her somewhere in his caged heart, but he never knew she was Adara's daughter. Perhaps a distant relative, but there was something about Adara that made her seem childless. It was probably her innocence and virginity, but at the same time, he could see her being a wonderful, caring mother.
There was just so much news hitting the Count all at once. He wasn't sure what to talk about first. Which was more important? Surely saving Adara's daughter and King Falkor, but he can't just ignore what the Skies mother said as if it were petty. It was quite a big deal!
While Sarkis seemed rather surprised by Adara's information, Farrah was not. Even though her best friend had kept that from her, she had still gained visions of this day exactly. The faerie was not going to tell Adara, however. She would let the lesser angel tell her herself because, after all, it was her information to tell. She wouldn't be nosy, even if she wanted to.
"Yes, your nephew's new court mystic is my daughter," Adara confirmed, nodding her head. "I... Well, I died. As did my husband, other daughter, and my son."
"The guards of Naktis were tipped off about Adara and her husband, Anthony, being black magic users, which was not true and they killed them," Daire chipped in, determined to keep Adara's name pure despite what had happened. There was no way that Adara could ever delve into magic like that. It was not like her.
"And, thus, my daughter was found by Aria Ruoshe, may she rest in peace, and taken to Castle Umbra to live and train. I have not been able to tell her that I was brought back to life by a man who had the Dendrite birthsign, though. It's one thing I truly regret," Her gaze hardened slightly. "But that's not important now. What's important is that there's some maniac after your nephew and my daughter."
whoever said this was going to be easy... was dead wrong.