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thesphererp2019-01-30 06:55 pm
of_bokthersa) wrote in thesphererp2019-01-30 06:55 pm
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Seregil | Memshare 1
It's already dark by the time you arrive. It's not the best of situations, but there were other things you had to look into. Things that hadn't boded well when you'd been there. Lips get loose when with a good drink and good entertainment is around; it's why you have several of this particular persona. It seems there's been a lot more activity in the north than you would have liked to hear. It's easy to surmise what they're doing. Take the north, take the Gold Road and they fill their coffers with untold riches to fund them in the war. No, that didn't bode well at all.
Which was why you were here, to find out just how far north they'd gotten. Asengai was the last stop before you headed for Wolde to meet up with Micum and head back south the Skala to give your report. Just in case you start making a mental note of your surroundings and where you've set up camp for the past few days, committing them to memory before heading off to the large keep. Hopefully, Asengai is fond enough of bards that you'll be able to get enough information to be out of here by morning.
You hadn't counted on Asengai immediately imprisoning you under the charge of your being a spy. He's not wrong, but that doesn't make the situation any more fortuitous. Even so, you have to play your part, so you curse and struggle, fight and protest. The light shifts to complete blackness as they drag you into the dungeon chamber.
"Unhand me, you cretinous brutes!" You make sure to remember the lisp that you'd decided on and continue to protest. "I demand to see your master! How dare you arrest me! Can't an honest bard pass unmolested through this country?"
You throw a less than accurate swing at one of the guards. If you were trying, you probably could have done some damage, but you're not. You're still Rolan, and Rolan isn't a fighter. So you let them beat you, heckling you about what will happen when you finally do meet Asengai. Torture, of course.
They drag you to the wall and manacle your hands and feet, and for the first time, you notice movement across from you. Someone's there. You don't say anything, it's not the right time. Once they finally leave, however, you're free to assess the situation.
"Who's there?" You ask, keeping to the role you're in. The other doesn't answer, and you have to squint in the scant moonlight to see anything. Of course, he'd push himself further into the shadows. Make the job harder for you. From what you can tell by the light of the moon it seems to be a young man, but you can't make out his features. You're about to open your mouth to say something when the door opens again.
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None at all?
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It's very uncommon for people to have names. That is, where I am from. My sister chose a name for herself but that... doesn't feel right somehow. I can't really explain it.
So, I have no name.
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[It's an agreement and an explanation.]
They tell people who you are, where you've come from. Even nicknames have power; even those names that we use when conversing from our minds.
[He frowns slightly, thinking. This woman is curious, kind, but also exploring. It seems as if new things bring her strength and joy above most else. She seems a person that he can't help liking even through all his suspicion and carefulness. She is very much the epitome of a young Aurenfaie, and it's something that endears her to him. She deserves a name.]
I think I understand you enough to offer you one; should you want it.
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[She lets his words settle in her thoughts before gently nodding her head in understanding.] I have a nickname of sorts. People call me an Angel but it always sounds like a title more than a name. [It doesn't exactly define her either.]
You would do that? [She looks genuinely surprised.] You'd really give me a name?
[It feels different from being told what her name is. He's giving her a choice and it's odd. She shifts uncomfortably, the world around her fading into background noise as she considers.]
Names... do you think you really know one that suits me? [Her gaze met his and there is a faint flickering of yearning there.] I- I've had been told many names but none have suited me.
If you do have one. I would like it.
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[And he meant it. Giving another a name, as he'd given Illia years ago was a great honor to the person giving the name. A name shaped you, it helped to make you who you were. This was allowing that person to do so.
After several moments he said-]
Inësa. It means kind and innocent.
[He hadn't told her about the Aurenfaie, so he wouldn't get into that now. No matter the language though, it seemed to fit, at least to him.]
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[She repeats the name, letting it roll across her tongue in slow methodical syllables. It has a pleasant taste and is more than just it's letters. It sounds like a beginning. Does she want a new beginning? Here.
The answer startles her and her expression shifts to one of surprise.]
Yes. I like that name. It feels... like it could be mine.
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[He doesn't want to take liberties before she says yes or no.]
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Yes. Please do. Thank you... [Her voice trails off and she frowns.] What is your name?
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It's Seregil.
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[Her lips form into a sweet smile as she formally bows her head in greeting.] Thank you again, for my name. [Even if it's only her name while she's here, she'll hold it close to her heart.]
Shall we continue or is there something else you want to know?
[She really has no secrets.]
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[He offered her a mischievous grin.]
Sometimes information is a better trade than money.
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I will!
[ooc: do you wanna handwave the game from here and do something new?]
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