A Stranger's Home

[MirrorTornBeauty]

She sat with her head low, just breathing slowly. Soon the familiar -click click  click - of shoes against the marble ground and they quieted as he sat down next to her. She turned her head to look at Pensworth. "I've made your Lord cry..." she sighed gently, "I asked him of his wife, because silly me I thought he would have married, being a Lord and all... one would think He would have been married at least once, correct? But instead he went into his memories and a single tear fell down his face. I didn't mean to..."

She was distraught, knew she should return inside to apologize for her irrational behavior. She didn't quite know how to react in front of others. She wasn't one to strike up conversations with others, she preferred to be on her own... or was it out of habit? She didn't know any longer.

Slowly she stood up, Pensworth of course jumping to his feet to help her, whom she shrugged off. She could do it herself, she didn't need to be waited upon hand and foot. Only sometimes she needed help, like with stairs she needed help most of the time unless she was extremely familiar with them. She walked inside of the door and stopped in front of one of the angel guards. Delicate hand reached up and felt his armor, cold metal against her flesh, then she reached for his wings. She began petting them, loving the feel of them. "You better get used to that..." she idly wondered if they could take her for a flight. She continued to walk into the dining room and she stood, not moving to her seat but rather to Validrir. She took a kneel beside him, bowed her blood stained face to look at the ground, "I apologize for acting that way. There is no excuse. I have been out of touch with people and..." deep breath in "I apologize. I hope you will be able to find it within you to forgive me."

[Lord Validrir]

Validrir watched as came and kneeled beside him, apologizing for making him cry. He stood immediatley and pulled her to her feet.

My lady, you have done nothing wrong. To have a perfect knowledge, one must know all things, even sorrow. I have been human once, I regret the loss of my dear Clara, but I do not regret that I had loved her, or that you asked about her. Strong emotions envoke tears somtimes, that is the way of things. You simply asked  question, and how would we learn without asking a question or two. You needn't apologise to me for desiring knowledge of my life." Outside, the sky began swirl with a grey over cast. Clouds were forming and moving in. The weather was reflecting Validrir's mood and train of thought. He was troubled, not by what she had said, but by the fact that he didn't understand her, but he would in time.

[MirrorTornBeauty]

Strong hands picked her up. She listened to his words, look in what he said. He was glad that he had loved... but it was strange that he would talk to her about emotions. She was one that never really knew what they were, or how they felt. He spoke about not being human, which she understood completely. But her mind wandered to love, the emotion of it. She was no more then 27 by looks, but she had walked the world hundreds of years. She was blessed with eternal beauty and cursed with eternal life. She looked up at him, just thinking to herself.

She was glad she never loved, or that she didn't have many friends. How awful would it be to fall in love with someone only to watch them die... she was thankful she couldn't actually watch someone die as well. Why would you fall in love to spend only a short period of time with them? They would grow old and eventually die, while you were destined to stay alive without them. What a horrible thing!

She watched his aura swirl around inside of him. She cocked her head to the side, "what's wrong? Do you have something to do? If so... you can go, I will be fine by myself. I'm sure Pensworth will show me around, although it is getting late."


((ooc- I apologise. My computer erased a decent post I was typing so I got frustrated and wrote this quickie))

[Lord Validrir]

"How would you know that I am in a hurry?" The question was sudden and asked with an air of suspicion. She seemed to have very keen insight into the world around her, the kind of insight that should have escaped a blind person. "Silver, how did you know a tear had fallen from my eye?"

(ooc: Validrir is not angry or even really suspicious of her, but he wants to understand her.)

[MirrorTornBeauty]

She stood at an attention when he asked the first question, she tried to cover her story. "Well you had said that someone found a demon relic in your town and you were doing research on it..." This would surely not fly, not to a God. Oh what she wouldn't do to have a normal being in front of her; it was easier to hide things from them. He asked another question, about the tear. She cursed herself from the inside for having mentioned seeing it... "Your voice waivered!" A slight shake of the head coming from him. A deep breath taken in by her. "Sit..." She watched him take a seat easily, while her hand would search until she found a chair and sat in it, facing him. "I can not see, I am blind. But when my true sight was taken away, I walked without any direction or insight to where I was going. It was a miracle that I didn't walk right off a cliff. I learned to follow scents, and my nose caught the smell of someone cooking. In my fortunate events, it was an elderly man who was also had no true vision, he had been blind since birth. I told him my story, and he took me under his wing. He taught me how to move using my other scents. Sense of smell, hearing, taste, touch... they all became much greater then I could have ever imagined. He taught me how to listen to pitches and tones in someone's voice." She paused, "Like for an instance, Pensworth is coming through the hall, I can tell it is him because of his walk..." she leaned closer to Validrir, "I can hear your heartbeat and the flow of blood moving through your veins."

She sat back. Her face turned up to look at Validrir, if she had eyes to be seen, she would be making eye contact with him. "Through time, he would test my skills, making sure I could master one thing before moving onto the next. He was almost what most people would call a Sensei... correct?" she shook her head, "Well, I soon found out that he could do much more then teach me to master everyday skills. He began teaching me to see what he could see. He told me to use my other senses to regain eyesight, of course only to an extent. If you have noticed, I can't find things that give off no temperature, such as the chair I had to find... but when I ate, I could find everything perfectly... for instance..." She reached up a hand, grabbed a glass of chilled water, "Cold..." she sat it down, finger pointed to the light candle "Hot..." she moved to hand to his hand and soft digits gently embraced his hand for a moment "Your hand..." she removed it back to her lap. "These things I can see, I only know that is your hand because I know the human body and where things should be. The glass I picked up, I only know it is cold, not what is in it... and the ball of warmth that is floating, I can only guess it is a light candle because small balls of warmth that float, it can only be a certain number of things." She gently chuckled at the thought of it being anything else on a dinner table. "I can also see auras. Which is helpful, so I can tell who is a regular being and who is a magic user and whether or not their mood is changing... This was all taught to me before he died of old age. And for hundreds of years I have walked alone, without a friend as he was. He was the closest person that I have ever had, and I miss him." She paused, "My real name isn't Silver. My only friend, Phacia, gave me the name 'Silver Naira' which means Silver Eyes. In due time perhaps you will learn of my real name, and why she calls me Silver."

She sat back in her chair, "Lord Validrir... I don't tell many my story, my secrets. Please don't mention it to anyone." A gently forced smiled coming from plump lips, "You may go, don't feel it necessary that you stay here."

[Lord Validrir]

Validrir nodded as she asked him to keep her story secret.

"A person's past is their own buisness, I will not speak of yours to anyone." He stood and stretched. "My lady, I realize that you feel your fate is well deserved, and it might have been, once. But you must understand that eternal damnation is not a punishment befitting of those who may still change." He walked to the door and opened it. "It seems to me that you are not the self absorbed person you once were. You might think on that." He left her then to contimplate what he had said, besides the mages would comming soon. Pensworth stepped into the room soon after and cleared his throat.

"I have been instructed to escort you to any part of the tower you may wish to visit, with in reason that is. There are certain rooms that are off limits."

[MirrorTornBeauty]

She was sitting when he said his last words to her. Footsteps were made coming from him, as he left and closed the door. She waited patiently, waiting for his return. He hadn't said he was leaving and not returning. She sat in silence, brushed through her hair with fingers. -click click click- she turned to look at him. "Hello Pensworth." He stated he was to be guide throughout the tower. "But the Lord didn't say he was departing... he just... left." She thought to herself, how extremely rude this was. She couldn't very well have noticed facial expressions or any sign that he was leaving for the night. "Perhaps it comes from being a person of power..." she let out a sigh. "Yes. I would love to go to the kitchen and grab my tart!" she was almost giddy.

Pensworth offered his arm and together they walked. She was led into the kitchen, the smells and sound of the cooks at work. She was intoxicated. The workers would have seen no being as perfect as her anywhere but in stories. She nodded at them in greeting, a male asking her what she wanted "There was a tart broughten in today, in a paper bag. I would like to have it..." before she could get the word 'please' he was off to grab it. He handed it to her, tremblings hands shook the bag slightly. She smiled at him, digits grazed his face. "Thank you.." His temperature grew hot as he turned quickly to leave. She spun to look at Pensworth, smiling. "You must have a fountain somewhere, a garden? Let us go there and tell me stories about yourself, please." She would take his arm and follow him where ever he may lead her.

[Lord Validrir]

Pensworth was taken aback. Someone asking about him? This was indeed a switch, but he was happy to accomidate her none the less. Together they walked out of the kitchen and out a back door. The garden was directly outside of the kitchen, as there were always fresh produce to be found growing there. It was large garden, and enclosed by walls. A vegitable garden and a spice garden filled the right hand corner of the garden, while a little further down, a fruit orchard grew. To the left were many exotic plants, mingled with some native ones. There where great roses, their flowers the size of chariot wheels. There where plants that curved and circled into loops and spirals, and at thier tips where small orb like white buds that glowed as a lantern does.
There where many others in the garden as well, but in the center sat the fountain. It was huge, its base made of white marble. Rising up out of it was a statue of great knight astride a horse, rearing up with his sword in the air. Water spouted from the tip of the sword and cascaded down. Through out the garden a cobble stone path wound, and here and there benches and wrought iron tables could be found. The sun was setting now and it was growing dark. But as the light failed, the glowing plants intensified until the garden was illuminated quite well. Pensworth took Silver to a table near the fountain and sat her down. He took a seat across from her and interlaced his fingers.

"What would you know, m'lady?" He asked politely.

[MirrorTornBeauty]

She walked, arm in arm with Pensworth. She was always close with her father, until the day he was found dead in bed. It came as a shock to everyone, the death of their King so suddenly. Katrina still, to this day, believes it was her jealous step mother... for the tea was supposed to be for her that night and not the King. Her and her father would walk for hours in the gardens of their kingdom, he would tell her stories of his past and of the world. She loved her father, and he loved her; walking with Pensworth reminded her of Father. They entered the garden and her senses were over stimulated.

She could smell the different flowers, concentrating on lilac and jasmine scents for they were her favourite. Soon she could smell the vegetables and fruit growing, the fresh scent of citrus always pleased her. Then there was the herbs, she smiled, loving the scents of it all. She wanted to run along and pick up flowers and things for her room, but she would do that later with permission, of course. She was sat down, smelling only the scents she chose to and hearing the water from the fountain. Pensworth asked what she wanted to know about him.

Hands opened the bag and removed the fruit tart from the bag. Fingers reached for a throwing knife from her thigh, and removed it, bring it to the tart and cutting it in half. She scooted half of it to Pensworth with a kind smile. "Please... tell me anything. I adore stories, it is how I learn. I don't read books, because walking into a library causes an uproar in people, and to be honest, braille isn't common to come by; it is much easier to hide yourself and over hear a story or two..." She delicately sliced the half of the tart and pricked it upon the end of her knife, placing pieces into her mouth. She was quite happy here, in the garden with Pensworth: she didn't have to be on her best behavior like with a God. She could act normally around a human. "And you may ask questions of myself, if you choose. I may or may not answer them though..."

[Lord Validrir]

Pensworth smiled. "That would be your perogative m'lady." He pick up the half of the fruit tart that she'd been kind enough to share with him, and took a bite. It was quite good. "Well, were to begin?" He thought for a moment. "Ah, yes, You might like to hear of how I came to live at Angelis Tower." He leaned back and cleared his throat. "Well the fact is that I am older than even Lord Validrir. I was his personal attendant during the demon wars. I came from his original kingdom to help him with every day tasks, like caring for his horse and fixing his armor. I was near to 35 at the time, and he just 27. after we one the war, He was made into a god and all of us in his service were givin the choice to either return home or stay with him and live forever. My wife, Samantha had died years earlier from sickness, so I, along with roughly 10,000 of his soldiers stayed behined. The other 9,000 returned home. You seem to have noticed our winged gaurds, they are the the soldiers that chose to stay, they are now arch angels." He took another bite of the tart. "Why were you sent to this realm by the witch? Or do you know?" He asked in clear interest.

[MirrorTornBeauty]

She sat across from Pensworth and listened to his tale. Was the Lord truly that young when he was granted eternal life? She was even older then him, if only by a few years. She was slightly jealous though, he was younger and lived a fuller life then she. (Although he is probably older by years, she was thinking years as a human) Her head cocked to the side slightly, "Pensworth... why would you choose to be a servant for all eternity? Isn't that tiresome and boring? Granted, he is a god, but I just don't understand how one would want to be a butler for all of time," then again she didn't understand why people always wanted to be of royal blood either.

She slowly stood up and began to follow her nose, she was going to pick out flowers for her room, Pensworth would more then likely follow after he asked her why she was sent here. She went to the herb garden first, kneeling down and taking in all the scents. Her hand brushed delicate greens and stopped to pick off rosemary, thyme, and basil. She brought them up to her nose, such a fresh scent. "I don't know why I am here. She moves me when I sleep. I am usually sent to a place to teach someone a lesson or two..." she had walked to the orchid, and was busy picking a lemon for the clean scent they always give off. Gentle fingers picked at varies berries and a bundle of grapes, which she gathered in a small bundle in her dress, like a basket. "I don't mean like to harm someone, not that kind of lesson..." she paused, grape placed into her mouth. She chewed with care, savoring the flavour, the juice dancing upon her taste buds, "This is delicious! It is almost too perfect to be a regular grape..." she had been sidetracked.

Feet moved to the flowers, nose leading her to what she wanted. She picked a few stalks of lavender, a single rose, the "musk flower," and violets. She arranged them perfectly, almost as if she had been doing it for all her life as a profession, a long piece of grass tied it together. "I was probably sent here to remind you all that the world is not perfect. Seems that the land has grown set in its own 'peaceful' ways and it needs to be reminded that all is not as fortunate. Teach people not to take things for granted..." she stopped and stood, turned to Pensworth and took his arm. It was getting late and it was soon time to sleep. "Or someone is afraid of looking at themselves... ashamed of who they are, or too prideful... I am here to fix that."

Pensworth would nod slowly. Silver requested to be taken to her quarters, she was growing tired. He would lead her there, "Thank you Good Sir. Sleep well, G'Knight..."

"Good Night Miss..." and then he closed the door in departure.

She placed the flowers next to her bed on the night stand. The berries went into the wash basin bowl upon her vanity. She wasn't using it as a washing place, so she was putting it to good use in her mind. Herbs set next to the tub, always to greet her in cleansing herself. Fingers unlaced tight bodice, air filled her lungs so suddenly that it sounded like a gasp out of fear (bodice-gasm for those of you who don't know). Katrina stripped down to nothing but flesh and blindfold. Body laid underneath the covers on the incredibly soft bed. It had been far too long since she'd been in a bed. Her mind wandered into a deep slumber, one long overdue.

[Lord Validrir]

Validrir stood in his office and looked out the large bay window into the setting sun. He Bearly heard the knock at the door, and it was several moments still before he told the person to enter. Pensworth stepped into the room and cleared his throat.

"The lady is off to bed m'lord." He said in his proper tone. Validrir did not answer, but continued looking off into the sunset. Pensworth approached him and stood at his side. Looking at his face, he could see his eyes were distant, and his features sad. "Thinking of a person far gone m'lord?" He asked somberly. Validrir nodded slowly.

"It is odd, is it not, that I should obtain eternal life, and the one I love is forever lost to me. I miss her so terribly some times." He turned to Pensworth who wore an understanding expression.

"I know, I know. Those we have loved and lossed are both an endless source of joy and sorrow to us. It has been many thousands of years since I've seen my wife." Validrir turned to look at Pensworth who had obtained a very sad expression.

"I am sorry Arthur." He said as he embraced the man who was so much more than a butler, he was a true friend. It was not often that Validrir called Pensworth by his first name, but it did happen.

"You needn't be sorry about anything Tiberius." He said as he returned the embrace. "Such is life that we lose others, We could not stop them from dieing no more than we could have stopped the tide." He patted Validrir on the back and held him at arms length. "Now, you need to shape up, the Mages will be here very soon." He headed to the door. "I'll wait in the entry hall for them."

As he went to leave Validrir stopped him. "Thank you, Arthur." He said. Pensworth looked back at him and smiled.

"You're welcome m'lord." And then he left, his old formality back in place. That was his way though, prim and proper.

[MirrorTornBeauty]

Into dream did she fall... she dream of her travels, of love. Long ago, she had felt something for someone at one point. He called her beautiful, even after he saw her "eyes." They spent many nights talking in a tavern, enjoying one anothers company. He was a knight, she could remember the cold metal against her flesh.... but one day he was gone and never returned. On lonely nights, she still heard his voice.

She dreamt of one of the angels holding her and flying with her, just so she could feel free, so she could feel the wind lick her flesh.

She looked like an angel sleeping in the bed, covers conturing to her body, auburn hair blanketing the bedding. Even in slumber, she could still hear the noises from the outside world.

[Lord Validrir]

"The mages have arived m'lord." Pensworth stated after he returned short time later.

"Good, show them here." Validrir said, turning from the window and seating himself at the desk.

[Lord Validrir]

A short time later, four mages entered the room, one was a troll, another an elf, then there was a dwarf and a human. "Greetings gentlemen, Have you foud out any thing about our strange amulet?" The mages all exchanged looks of discomfort and worry. Lord Validrir looked at them not likeing what he was seeing. "I take it you found somthing bad." He said after a moment. The human wizard stepped forward.

"Not exactly, we have determined that it is not any form of amulet that has ever been made by any of our kinds." The dwarf cleared his throat and stroked his beard.

"But there are some other demon relics what bear similar traits." He stated bluntly. The elf stepped forward next to the human.

"We believe that it is of demonic origins, but we have no real proof of our covictions. Perhaps if you looked at it again my lord, you may find somthing. After all, you are a god, and it's polar opposite if it is demon make." This was what Validrir had feared he might hear. It had bbe a long time since a demon relic had surfaced, but they always brought trouble.

"Very well, I will be at the library first thing tomorrow. I would like you all to be there, but until then, good evening." That was their sign to leave which they obeyed.