[RPG] [Atamara] [Tal/Abby] A family affair...

[Kimberly Amthor]

To continue...Riamh's first encounter with Katheryn since they were
children...(some of the RPs have been left out).

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Roleplay from Riamh Aice
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"You visit your family mansion, home of your kind for generations."

The Larkspur estate...apparently, it's the only "Larkspur Estate"
known in these parts. This must be the place...but it is nothing as
she remembers!

"This is one of the largest mansions you have ever seen, proof of the
extraordinary success of your family."

It's the Larkspur crest, alright. Why had Katheryn never mentioned any
of this in her letters? The horse had slowed to a walk...were Riamh in
her right mind, she would have dismounted properly instead of sliding
off and falling in a heap upon the sandy ground.

"The servants greet you friendly..."

Though her vision was blurred, she could hear yelling in the distance.
"Call the guards! Bring water and bandages...stay the horse...and
inform Mr. Larkspur of our visitor!"

"...and your parents seem well even in their old age."

Having lost so much blood, Riamh was suffering from
hallucinations...her parents, happy...as they had been when she was a
child, but they were older, now. As if her father had never been slain
and her mother had never become ill. 'Even in my dying hour, the gods
do taunt.'

"You visit the grave of the dog you had as a child, and make friends
with the new cat your family now has..."

Riamh shifts onto her stomach to ease the throbbing pain in her
shoulder...and lies still. From atop a tiny tombstone labelled "Fido"
(easily concealed by the underbrush), a sleek Persian cat hops down to
investigate this .. thing .. on Death's doorstep. The feline
approaches...sniffs the air...then, closer to the corpse...her nose
touches the wound. No movement? She begins licking at the blood...

"During dinner....your uncle mentions..."

Next thing she knows, Riamh wakes in a soft bed...warm...her wounds
-very- well dressed...voices in the other room, and the sound of
silverware touching dishes. It was dusk...or was it dawn? Was that her
uncle's voice? Sleep consumes her, once again...

"Noticing how poor you are, your aunt gives you..."

Katheryn's mother enters, swiftly, yet as silently as any trained
infiltrator could. Reaching into the pocket of Riamh's cleaned hunting
leathers, she deposits a modest offering; enough to sustain, yet not
insult. Even if her niece had no intentions of asking, it didn't take
a genius to see...Riamh had a long journey ahead of her.


Lady Riamh Aice (Noble)

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Roleplay from Katheryn
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Arms folded and brow furrowed, Katheryn watched the figure approach
from the window. Wounded...it must be Riamh. Yes, and there was
Geoffery, several yards behind...most likely keeping an eye on her
every move. Taking a deep breath, Kat ordered the healers be
called...then made her way out to meet them...

Neither running, nor taking her time, Kat waved off the cat and knelt
beside Riamh...lifting both hands, as if to help, yet afraid...she
could not bring herself to touch her cousin. The healers came to
relieve her of that obligation, and Riamh was hoisted onto a pallet
and moved inside.

Katheryn remained kneeling in the sand for a time. There was nothing
she could do...hovering over Riamh now would be useless and she would
only get in the way. She stood as Geoffery came near, smiling thinly.
"I don't know how to thank you. Clearly, she's in no state to be of
any trouble...would you care to stay a while?"


Lady Katheryn
Duchess of Mapaxal

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Roleplay from Katheryn
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Katheryn takes the drug from the healer's hand and motions him away, a
stern countenance covering her usually serene features. She makes a
beeline to the guest room where her cousin, Riamh Aice, has been
mending...

She enters with none of her usual quiet consideration for the resting.
Moving immediately to the bowl at the bedside table, Kat pours out the
painkiller and throws in the hand towel to soak up the liquid. To
assure Riamh's full attention, she breaks the empty vial against the
table.

Riamh starts, then recoils from a sharp pain intent on reminding her
why she still lies abed.

With a noble mien, Katheryn demands the answer to a single question...


Lady Katheryn
Duchess of Mapaxal

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Roleplay from Riamh Aice
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Her flight was swift. She was no longer welcome in her ancestral
home...or in Talerium at all, she supposed. "Never in all my life
would I have imagined it to be complete honesty that would turn Kat
against me..."

Riamh was unsure of her stance concerning this entire issue. It seemed
to mean a great deal (at least, it should)...and yet, nothing at all
has changed.

On the outskirts of Maapan, she dug her hands into the pockets of the
black hunting leathers to discover two things: Several gold pieces and
. . . a letter?


Lady Riamh Aice (Noble)