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Post by Inqe » 12/04/16

((not so much a journal as snapshots in time))


She was met at the druid ring by a simmering Feir male. For one of their kind he was tall, though not the tallest, well muscled, but not bulky, blond, scarred, and glowering at her. Yet the arms he used to gather her in and the kiss he dropped on her hair, despite the amusement of the druid there, were tender. Delenin gave the petite woman a few moments to melt down and recover before he held her at arms length and gave her a bit of a shake. "Where was your guard?" He growled the words out.

"Freeport, Del, you know they never go further than the Commonlands unless directly ordered." Inqe was rapidly regaining her composure now that she felt truly safe. "I left the office to go meet the new Lady Commander at the Lounge."

Delenin resisted the urge to spin her around looking for wounds, he also resisted the urge to shake her again, or toss her over a knee for a spanking. That last thought had her look up at him and burst into laughter, something that in his mind was much better than the tight paleness that edged her face when he first saw her. "If you were with the Commander, even there, what frightened you?" He finally let his hands drop, then started to escort her towards the orphanage.

"She had to leave early, we never got to our planned discussion, and I was talking with someone else." Inqe looked up at him, knowing he had not even tried to pry anymore knowledge than was necessary after her panic attack.

He glanced at her sharply now, then shook his head. "Tell me, I would rather not get in the habit of browsing your memories."

Inqe nodded, but formed the memory clearly in case he changed his mind. "What frightened me was discovering that I was the last one there and was under the direct scrutiny of House Zen'Myr. The person to leave before me noted that I was being watched, closely, by one of their security force." Her steps on the path were quiet, but still noisier than his she noted with that part of her mind that should have been as observant before.

"Who was that person?" The growl had not left his voice yet.

"A knight, or he should be one, of the Tribunal." She mentally assessed the man and their conversation. "He whispered that he was a Paladin."

Delenin stopped dead and brought her up short. "A Paladin? At the Lounge?" He ran a hand through his hair and glared at her. "Please do not tell me he was also a bright shining Koada."

Now she did laugh. "He was a bright and shining Teir." Her light violet eyes danced. "With rather awkward hands."

"I will skin him for taking liberties later." The growl deepened, as did the glower.

"Del," She sent soothing thoughts at him, lightly touching his arm, "he did not take any liberties with me, he simply could not hold the fine china they used." Inqe turned in front of him and looked up. "I helped him take some sips of tea, and cocoa."

He stared at her, and marveled that she somehow had not managed to get killed yet. "Did you share those cups?" But he could see the answer in her eyes which made him want to shake her again. "Damn it, Inqe, your people are so tied to social layers, Nerians are worse, did he even understand what you did?"

She shook her head. "I do not think so, Del, though I am sure those there from the House did."

"How could you put that man under your protection?" He started to walk again, making her dart to catch up. "You offered him protection, that he had no clue he was getting, then you nearly panicked?" He swore under his breath, then stopped again to glare at her as she paused.

"How did you know I was not merely playing the courtesan? Or perhaps we were recently married?" Inqe tossed the other reasons for Teir sharing cups at him.

"Because I know you, because they know you." Delenin shook his head. "You are from an old House, that is an old House. Not the oldest, no but enough, and I know you would not have done either of those other things." He growled again and swung away. "What am I going to do with you?"

Inqe smiled as she followed her Captain of the Guard.

Posted Sep 17, 16

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Sharing cups, she mused later as her pen dipped once more into a pot of ink, then was touched to paper, such an old custom meant to prove that the drink was not poisoned, the same as sharing plates. But somehow cups were more intimate. Inqe truly was unsure why she had done so, other than Clavus had seemed frustrated at the china. The rest was simply done via custom, habit perhaps, that of being a diplomat in difficult lands and times. She waved the paper a bit to hurry it's drying, then set it aside to scribe the envelope.

"What is that?" The voice had not lost it's growl, though it had been hours since they parted paths once at the orphanage.

Inqe looked up at him. "Do you not have a wife to be pampering?" Her smile was gentle as he prowled before her desk. "Surely she has not gone into labor already?" She tilted her head in consideration, lightly brushing the mind of the woman in question, satisfied that her friend was well and sleeping, she looked back up at Delenin.

He picked up the envelope when she set it down to fold the note. "Clavus, House K'Shin." she took it back from him to slide the note inside. "Inqe..."

"I do not need another paramour, Del, but I would not mind adding to my friends." She dripped wax onto the back, then pressed her personal seal into it. "If he is going to wander on the high side, he could perhaps use some pointers, or at least practice holding tea cups."

Delenin grunted. "At least Mara is safe enough, and that close to Penumbra you have a place to retreat to.

She stood up and handed him the letter. "How did you know I intended to invite him to Mara?"

He took the envelope, smiled at her and tapped his head. "Years of experience, m'lady Ki'Thas, and sometimes too clear insights into your lovely mind." He tucked the envelope into a pocket. "I will send this, I promise, and not with an arrow." He turned, then paused, but did not turn around. "Do not ribbon him, Inqe, you are way too distracting that way." Then he was out the door.

Posted Sep 17, 16

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Inqe waits until the door to the Freeport Consulate headquarters closes before she whirls about and fixes Delenin with a glare. "You followed him?" Her cheeks flamed again just before she turned and stalked towards her office. "Why ever for?"

The tall blond Feir sighed, and gestured to the staff to go about their business, her Freeport assigned guards had not come inside. He reconsidered hiring their own set of guard, he did not trust the Overlord's militia. Silently he followed Inqe, she knew why, of course, it was his job, but the man must have had something to rattle her. "What is the matter?"

She was looking out the window, her back towards him. "He thought I was trying to seduce him." Her chin turned enough to touch her shoulder. "I told him I preferred he lived." Her eyes closed, but the carriage of her body did not invite touching.

"1 Integrity." He turned and walked out.

Inqe looked back out the window, then after a few moments she sat down and started going through her papers looking for the trade papers for the Third.

Posted Sep 17, 16

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The children at the orphanage were a mixed lot, Ratonga, Feir, Troll, Ayr, Fae, even some Teir and Arasai, rarely Koada, Ogre, Kerra, not any Aerakyn yet, never Freeblood, but then Freeblood were undead and they did not produce children. No matter the race, Inqe insisted on spending time with each and everyone of them during the week. Right now she was at the front of a classroom explaining diplomacy to some of the older children while cuddling an infant.

All the children received basic education; math, reading, writing, history, geography. Sciences depended on their interests, as did further studies in either music, or dance. All also received basic self-defense, field healing, and some sort of athletics. Her children, Inqe determined, were not going to go out into the world poor in mind or body.

At least those that could.

These were the children of slaves, or slaves themselves once, and only those that were deemed 'damaged' were given to Inqe. Infants were adopted quickly, once she cleared them as healthy, often taking the time to make sure they were of proper weight and development first.

Physical injuries are treated with a careful mix of mundane and magic, as Inqe did not believe in hurrying the body, nor did she wish extra infection. The same was true for the more common mental and emotional injuries.

Even so, some children came through that could not be saved, and these Inqe refused to let anyone else handle. Only in her arms would she send away the suffering and guide that spark of life to the next level. After these times, the staff knew to leave her to her thoughts as she became volatile in her hatred of those that would cause such harm, and in particularly bad cases...

Overall it was clear that she was devoted to these children, perhaps because she despaired of ever having more of her own, or more likely because she was so willing to love them despite who she was.

Inqe finished her class and sent the children off to play as she headed towards the nursery and infirmary. One more check on the newest little girl, then it would be time to head to the Tea Room.

Posted Sep 18, 16

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"I find you greatly attractive..."

Inqe closed her eyes and sighed, the reflection in the mirror showing first the flush on her cheeks, then the pallor as the words burbled out of her memory. "I do not want you to die." She had said that too, more than once.

She shook her head and opened her eyes, afraid to meet her own gaze, instead she lifted a delicate hand to touch fingertips to the glass. "Am I different on that side of the mirror?" The musing was an old one. "Do you not love at all? Have you lost them all too?" She turned away, the gauzy robe she wore drifted around as her bare feet padded the few steps to the bed, then past it to the deck.

There were no lights out here, only the shadow from the bulk of the house above, hiding her own small dark form. The mantrap lifted it's bloom and clicked at her until she gave it a tiny morsel. "Tis all right Bitey." The flower rubbed against her cheek then settled back down as Inqe drifted away to the railing. Below her spread the forest floor under the city, she could smell the greenery, and the water of the streams and ponds.

She had thought she was cursed, she had thought that curse removed, was it? Ned still left after displaying a nasty streak he had warned her of. Cyrius... She had not seen him in weeks, but they had gotten no closer than a kiss, she missed him terribly.

Salvius dead, her crush on him unrequited and once he realized her potential, Masq had him killed. Masq, she thought perhaps he was dead now too, he had been old when he left her, she had loved her mentor unconditionally. Both males were cruel in their way, and gentle too. The man that raised her as a father, murdered by the man that wished to possess her, that one killed by her cousin who had married her, then left her taking their young son with him. Nerien was dead, and while they had no love for each other, especially after he betrayed her, she did not kill him and was eventually acquitted of that deed. Nik vanished in a storm at sea.

"Dear gods, do not let Clavus suffer the same fate." She sat on the rail, swung her legs over, then plummeted, there was no scream.

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It was nearing dawn when Inqe stopped her mental wanderings, by then she had regained control of her fretting about her past. During that walk in her mind she had not wondered why the loss of Calidan was not prominent on that list. He was still a very sore spot in her heart, and oddly enough it was for him that she often fought to stay alive.

Her mind was set up like a garden and woodlands, right now her path crossed near to that mental space reserved for the Human male. She smiled as she reached for the flame surrounding a dark orb, she kept more than memories of him here. Not the man himself, that would be impossible, but essence from him, yes. In all likely hood she may never be able to use it, yet there is was.

She turned away from the fountain of fire and continued on the path towards consciousness, past the clearing where Masq's cottage once stood, still guarded by the tree he had planted to keep her safe. Inqe paused to look up into the branches of that tree. It was one of the only two remaining original emotions she had left from that long ago personal rending of her mind, that event was still greatly ironic on several levels. Fear, he had told her, was a great weapon, and a greater preserver. He had thought she did not have enough fear.

Inqe patted the tree, it's leaves rustling gently after the earlier storm, then she turned away to continue. The path lead away from the crossroads in the center, and the riot of seeming wildflowers, into a cool woodlands. Here the scent of wild roses began to fill the air, their thorny stems curling not only at the perimeter of the wood, but throughout her mental garden. This was the other original emotion, love.

Granted she had other flowers that represented the other shade of those emotions in her garden, and many others as well, even hate. Satisfied that the gaping chasms which threatened her had been sealed, she stepped out of the woods.


She opened her eyes, Delenin sat in a chair nearby, in that efficient snooze that all military seemed to learn, awake, but not. His awareness sharpened, perhaps she had moved something other than her eyes, or her breathing changed, or her hand had closed in on something unexpected causing momentary confusion to flash through her consciousness.

"You really need to stop scaring us like that, m'lady." He grumbled at her.

"Did I..." She did not try to move yet, other than her hand.

"I found you on the deck, it looks like you crumpled at the railing." He surged from the chair to stand over her, then reached forwards to touch her hair gently for all his look was fierce. "It, none of them, were your fault, or because you are not worthy, Inqe."

"Maybe I should take up playing cards then?" She wrinkled her nose up him.

Delenin huffed. "You, my dear lady, have a lousy poker face." He turned towards the door. "I will see you at the office later." He nodded a goodbye, then stepped out, closing the door gently behind him, then locked it.

Posted Sep 20, 16

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"She what?" The petite Teir woman did not shout, slam her fists on the desk, whip about in fury, though she certainly could have done those things, but that she did not was perhaps more menacing. Instead her already soft voice became softer, light violet eyes turned icy, her chin lifted just a tiny bit, and she went from relaxed to coiled without moving.

"She tore down the classrooms, Lady Ki'Thas, and the kitchen and dining rooms." The messenger trembled, but dared not look away.

"Pray tell, why?" The tone remained polite, albeit with an edge of mettle honed through years of diplomacy service.

"Not up to current code requirements, it is detailed in this packet." The messenger hastily offered the thick envelope to the dark skinned Consul, nearly dropping it in his haste to not get too close.

She opened it while he stood there, reading the letters very carefully while the messenger tried hard to not tremble. That her ire grew as she read was not visibly apparent, until she looked up again and her eyes glittered. "You are dismissed." The words were not snapped, but the messenger fled the room as if they were.

From the corner a large silvery gray wolf rose and sniffed the carpet, then looked up at Inqe, humor apparent in her gleaming gold eyes.

"Seriously?" Inqe sighed, allowing herself to lean back in her chair with a huff. "I am not that scary!" She grumbled as she rang a bell. "I should send you with a reply, Bonnett, and you can return the favor on her carpet."

"Ma'am?" A new voice called from the door and Inqe looked up from rubbing her forehead.

"I am sorry, but could you send to have this carpet cleaned?" Her staff member gave the wolf a scolding look until Inqe sighed. "She did not do it, was the messenger."

"Really? M'lady, if you tried to smile at them..."

"They would stink worse as they fled." She shook her head. "The carpet, please, and Sthafaris with the building codes for the City of Kelethin."

"Yes, ma'am." The Arasai fluttered out.

Bonnett turned her shaggy head towards the Consul as she went back to her corner.

"They were up to code! You know as well as I do that Princess Sufferance had inspectors out there for hours every day overseeing that work." This time Inqe did rise, bringing the papers with her to reread. "She is not putting me out with her pettiness, she is disrupting the care of those children, and that I will not stand for."

The wolf tipped her head.

"I cannot leave Freeport for Kelethin yet, which is most likely why she did this now." She dropped back into her chair and penned a note. "I presume you will stay furry during a trip to Antonica? I can open a portal for you, take this to Slipps, she will know how best to arrange care of the children for a few days." Inqe rolled up the message and inserted it into a small tube attached to the wolf's harness, then she did as promised and opened a portal long enough for Bonnett to jump through.

Posted Sep 21, 16

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Inqe stood pensively at the window of her office in Kelethin, while she would rather have been on the porch, this was business more than healing. On the desk behind her lay a piece of parchment, on the parchment was the start of a list, certainly not the official list, but one to set her thoughts on. The list was Clavus' suggestion, if she desired a husband, a true mate, then she should make a list and go 'shopping', or have someone shop for her.

The idea was entirely Teir, exactly what a noble House would do. She at first was opposed. Her first marriage to Melidran was essentially contracted, he the son of one branch of their widely spaced family tree, she the daughter of two others. Their children were intended to retie those branches together with the power of all three of the originating siblings, the children of the founders of the house.

Melidran was dour, thoroughly the warrior of his branch, with faint humor and a strong sense of duty. He had been ordered to marry her, to fulfill the contract, and drugged to breed with her. After their son was born, he never touched her again. Then he left her, calling her unfit to raise their child, she was not Teir enough, too soft, to wild. Melidran only ever saw black and white.

Inqe was all shades of gray. Her mother was from the mage line, her father the healers, she was a true blend of both. And she was more Teir than Melidran ever realized. She sighed and laid a hand over her flat belly. Tunare had healed her in one of her sacred pools, Inqe frankly was not expecting that, only bathing in the pool at the request of Torryn, a Tunarian Scion. Shr rose from the water cleansed of the brand Viscont imprinted on her shoulder, the vicious scars from the wars, the oath scars to the Overlord and her House, her thrice broken leg and ankle healed so she no longer limped, and her body removed of the damage from that long ago gutting.

She had, as Torryn put it, been reborn. Inqe knew better, her body may have been restored, but her soul and spirit had not changed. She did not follow Tunare then, nor even now, but she respected her, and was grateful for the possible chance to have children. Provided she could find a proper husband.

The petite woman looked over her shoulder at the list. Good health, physically and mentally topped it, followed by virile and fertile. She did want to be a mother after all. Next was 'Dal, she tended to be attracted to Humans, but she was also practical in the thought that a human man would not live long enough to help raise their child, or children. Also she was small, an A'yr baby from a human would cause great damage. She would not even consider a Halasian man for the same reasons. Calidan had been Human, but they never had children, she suspected that the changes Ro wrought within him was part of the cause, but that did not stop her from gathering bits of his essence from all the years she had known him. Essence that could result in a red haired child of fire, should she apply them to any life within her.

The next item was that her potential made should be able to care for her, for those children. She had written love, but crossed that out, willing to settle for caring, love would be a bonus. Ned, her last mate, had passion, but he did not truly care. He also had ambition, and he was controlling, cruel at times, they often fought. There were no children from that union either, and she wondered if she should be checked to make sure that Tunare had actually healed her, or was the goddess perverse enough to take more than the scars?

Honest, reliable, intelligent, also made the list, she hesitated before adding pleasant to look at. Not that she was so vain as to demand a mate that would make other women swoon. In fact she often thought that extraordinarily handsome men were too full of themselves. No, anything better than outright ugly would do, after all, if they had a daughter that child should not have to suffer from worse than simple plainness. Inqe herself was no great beauty, just merely pretty enough.

Devoted. While she could stand to mingle with female friends of her possible mate, she would not tolerate mistresses, or the male equivalent. If she was expected to remain to the marital bed, then so should he. Past chasteness, wives, couplings were not her concern as long as he was disease free. Though she would not turn away any stepchildren.

She started to write protective, then crossed it out. Ned's version of protection was to immure her away from everyone but himself. Calidan's was not too far from that, and Melidran would have been happy to keep her in the home all the time too. Surely there was a way to be want to keep some one safe and sound that did not entail locking them up?

Inqe fiddled with the quill, should she define 'Dal? For her House to remain alive, her children needed to be mostly Teir, besides she personally could not ever picture herself with a Koada, or even a Renda. Preferably Teir, or mostly Teir-Ayr she finally wrote next to that part of her list. She tipped her head, did her husband to be need to be Noble? House Ki'Thas was more mercantile than royal, besides their numbers were low after the House war, this would allow her some leeway to consider by-blows, or non-heirs.

As the point was to rebuild House Ki'Thas, her husband could not presume to subsume her House into his, therefore he would need to agree to take her name, and allow the children to remain Ki'Thas as well. Nor would she need a dowry from her mate, for all that contracts often discussed what each partner was to bring to the marriage. She had her House and several businesses, nor did she suffer from avarice, her husband though, should not either. Inqe wrote down 'no fortune hunters'.

A nearly hysterical giggle almost escaped her mouth as she considered writing down able to read a map and not prone to spontaneous combustion. Inqe set down the quill carefully then buried her face in her hands. Who was she kidding? She wanted a courtship, a marriage of respect, love, common goals. She wanted a mate that was passionate for her, and life. Smart enough to help her, or know when he needed hers, and empathetic to the needs of a family, or his wife.

She lifted her head, picked up the quill and scribbled sense of humor on the list. Then she stood up and walked away from her desk. What did it matter what was on the list, if such a person did not exist? Or... did not want her?

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A footstep in the antechamber resulted in a golden head with large round ears lifting and turning, whiskers twitched, and though the Ratonga's body did not stiffen, it was clear she was poised to move. Delenin paused to let Sennas take in his scent and form, while the young female knew him, when she was lucid, rousing from sleep, or startlement, had a habit of scattering her wits and the only thing she remembered was long ago training. "Sennas." He kept his voice pitched low, while he wanted to wake Inqe, it was more important to not launch her fuzzy bodyguard.

A slender, dark, hand lifted and stroked in between those gold ears and Sennas relaxed, curling back onto herself on the pillow she had been sleeping. Inqe did not sit up yet, though she kept up the gentle skritching. "Yes?"

"I am sorry to disturb you, m'lady, but a Freeportian contingent was attacked outside of Danak, fishermen." He did not step into the bedchamber itself, not wanting to identify her limbs in the tangle of of sheets, though he could see the coverlet had been kicked off.

"We do have a representative in that area, Delenin, why the wake up, and not a report?" She regretted that Del was the one sent to tell her, not only because her staff had a very healthy respect for Sennas' abilities, but that he had one of the few keys to her home.

"He was one of the casualties." Now she cursed softly in a mix of Nerian Thex, and Ratongan and sat up to run her hands through her hair, the blue silk of her nightgown whispering as it slid over her skin. Without asking he tossed her robe onto the bed, then turned to head back to the kitchen, he had the foresight to start water boiling before he came to her room.

Inqe grumbled again in a general way, she did not sleep well, especially alone, hence the presence of her Smallcorners ward, Sennas. That the female clicked into bodyguard mode anytime she was in a bedroom with someone she could identify as 'master' or 'mistress' was a sad boon. The Ratonga blinked at her in the low light so the petite Teir healer leaned over to kiss between her ears. "Go back to sleep, dear, I will be safe with Delenin, you remember him?"

Sennas nodded, brightening. "His fur is like mine!" The words were spoken in Nerian Thex, the cant almost childish. "He protects, you, us, yis?"

"Yes, dear, he does, now rest, we may need to go take a trip." Inqe spent another moment soothing the Ratonga to sleep, before heading to the kitchen herself. A moment later, properly robed, but slipperless, she padded through the door and accepted a cup of tea. "You got pastries? What time is it?" She plucked one from the box and gracefully sank onto a pillow that surrounded her dining table.

"Early enough that is from the first batch today." Delenin carried the box over and his cup of coffee before also settling on a pillow. "Your consul representative was out with a small tour on the nearby beaches when they were attacked by Yah'lea." He bit into the pastry, chewed and swallowed before continuing as she did not ask any questions yet. "I am not sure why they went ashore, though the Danak contact was with them."

"Survivors?" She frowned when he shook his head. "Who was with the consul and the representative?" Her eyes closed as he listed two local ship's captains, and one of Freeport's that often carried fresh fish back and forth. "Lovely." She took another bite of her pastry and chewed thoughtfully.

"Who do you want contacted to be ready to go?" The Feir man sipped his coffee. "Or would your secretary know that?"

"He had better know, if not I will replace him as I did his predecessor." Inqe snorted. "You sent someone to rouse him from whatever hole he dropped into?" She waited until he nodded, then sighed. "Truly the staffing they send me out here is near dismal." Then she smiled. "Thankfully the staff I hire to do their jobs is not."

Delenin shook his head at her words. "Will you head to Freeport first? Or go straight to Jarsath from here?" He picked another pastry, the result of a friendship between Inqe and a baker's family she brought to Kelethin with her from Beggar's Street when she had been exiled.

"Freeport, I will need to collect the replacement consul. I shall send a messenger to them shortly so they will be at least packed, if still panicked, at the sudden promotion." Inqe licked some icing off a finger, then sipped her tea. "I will also need paperwork that is filed there, and hopefully the proper report will be on my desk by then."

He moved aside a fruit and soft cheese pastry for Sennas, knowing it to be her favorite, then picked one with nuts to hand to the woman across from him. "Eat, I know you and the next time you will think about it will be well past noon." He waited unto she accepted it, then closed the box. "Aurani should be here soon, I will assemble a couple of your guard from here to go with you, the Iksar siblings." He grinned. "Saphronia will not care if they are missing, and the Freeportians will not remark on them."

Inqe nodded. "Make sure they know which livery to wear then, and to pack for Jarsath, I will take them the whole way, and Sennas." She thought a moment. "Bonnett too, her duties with her pack are light right now." She nibbled the edge of her pastry a moment. "Those four, the new consul, me, and... hmmn... Sthafaris as my aide, her hand writing is neat, and she is imposing enough the locals will not want to mess with her."

Delenin nodded, satisfied that she should be safe enough with that group. "Then I shall see you when you get back, m'lady." He stood up, then grinned down at her. "With any luck your architect can sweet talk Princess Sufferance into letting us go ahead with the build if you are not around for her to attempt vexing." He laughed as Inqe snorted and shook her head.

"Make sure you get her to write it, preferably in her blood." She finished her pastry as he walked up the ramp, laughing, but she did not share his mirth, she was serious. Nor could she afford to mourn the previous Danak consul, not yet. With a sigh Inqe put her teacup, Del's coffee cup in the sink, she kept a small bag packed at all times, but for the trip itself, she decided to wear her leathers, the bag only contained finer clothes that traveled well.

It was going to be a long day, or three.

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If she had to deal with one more officious, over tied to protocol, possibly inbred, inane... Inqe tamped down the fire of her temper, replacing it with her normal icy demeanor before turning to face the new contact from Danak. She decided she was not going to bother to remember his name, obviously his days were numbered, even if she was the only one that knew that.

She kept her voice level, sweet, and firm. He tried to use his greater mass against her, blustering and making demands that a Consul could not fulfill. Inqe doubted it was worth her time to educate him, instead she apologized, again, that what he wanted needed an ambassador. Then she turned her back on him to walk out.

What happened next was so swiftly done that his guards at the door merely gaped as the petite Consul continued to walk towards them. Behind her, the Iksar was staring at the stump of his arm, the hand that he had shot forward to grab the Teir woman with was now dangling from the jaws of the dark silver wolf that usually followed her about placidly.

Bonnett dropped it, then fell into a heel as the male Iksar toppled over. Inqe's hand dropped to the wolf's ruff as one of the guards belatedly called for her to halt. She did so, turning with one eyebrow raised, chin lifted just so in defiance. They stuttered a the look in her eye and let her go.

"Bonnett, dear, you are aware of how hard it is to get blood stains out of silk?" The wolf only huffed in amusement as they continued down the street.

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She had sent Bonnett away, through the hills as soon as they were out of sight, it took another day before someone in the Danak hierarchy decided that she should probably be confined even though she had made no move to flee herself. The charge itself was uncertain, did she tell the wolf to attack, or did the beast act on it's own thus she was not in control?

While they wrangled over that question, Inqe was confined to the office where the deed took place. If they thought to scare her by leaving the puddled blood stains of the now assuredly dead previous occupant, they were wrong. Inqe barely glanced at the spots, or the spatter, sat herself at the desk and went to work going through the reports and correspondence there. Her guards were often the same two from before, which made her lips curl in amusement.

She was allowed one visit a day, from Sthafaris, who brought her food, drink, clothing, and other small things that could be secreted. She left with the dishes, what Inqe had worn the day before, and some other items. There was always a jug of fresh water provided, and a small bowl of fruit. Twice a day, the petite Consul was taken out for needful things that all living bodies require.

All in all she was a model prisoner, never giving anyone any trouble. Granted she did go through everything on the desk and shelves, sometimes writing notes about what she had discovered i the way of discrepancies, or advice on how to do something better. Her guards did not allow her to give anything she had written to her Aerakyn aide, but they did allow the women to converse while Inqe ate.

None of them considered that she was a mind mage. Inqe usually did not advertise that part of her talents, so they were unaware that the tiny, dark woman was in constant contact with her retinue. Even so, she became bored the third day, she was used to walking, tending her garden, playing with the children, any number of things that filled her days. She hated being confined.

She also was not fond of the smell from the stain, this close to the sea, humidity kept the deepest puddle from drying swiftly, and as there were no windows in this building, the air inside sometimes became rather heavy with the coppery stench. Inqe was thankful that there also was no door, hence the guards. Every so often she tested their mettle by approaching as close as they would allow just so she could breathe the fresher air outside.

She felt sorry for the pair that witnessed Bonnett's attack, truly there had been nothing that they could have done. Their testimony kept the quandry going. They saw no signal from Inqe to the wolf, in fact they knew that she could not have seen the official lunge at her to strike. Clearly he was wrong there, and they knew it. Previously Bonnett had behaved like any other well trained animal, but it seemed beyond the Danakians to consider that the wolf was well able to recognize danger on her own and to make her own decision to protect her mistress. Chokidai simply did not act on their own.

In the meantime the rest of her team had settled the new consul she had brought, gone over the contracts, toured the area, payed respects to the dead, and all the other things that needed doing. The Danakians had even replaced the male Bonnett had killed. They were starting over almost completely fresh. On the fourth day they removed all the paperwork from the room, including her notes, and all the dusty books and scrolls that she had barely touched.

On the fifth day, after her aide left, Inqe decided that as she was not going to show them any of her magic, she was going to meditate. Maybe one of her bonded friends was free enough to talk, or something! So she climbed up on the now cleared desk, made herself comfortable, closed her eyes and let her mind drift. Then she smiled, one of joy, anticipation, relief, hope.

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((caveat: The following was written months ago, for an RP that had not had a chance to happen yet, but was going to. So, this bit is a tad out of sync.))

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Inqe was not often in the habit of blocking Slipps completely from her mind, but then she was not often in the position of dealing with paranoid Nerians and their equally paranoid Freeportian counterparts, toss in the Kelethin contigent that was not only also paranoid, but a touch terrified, and Inqe truly did not wish to share that headache with her sister in fur. Or anyone else for that matter. So why was she not more surprised to catch a glint of light outside the window?

“Ladies, Gentlemen? Perhaps it is time for a small break? I can offer you escort through the delightful marketplaces here in Maj'Dul, or you may choose to rest in either the main gardens of this house, or the dining area where refreshments will be served.” She stood up as she spoke, ending the bickering and sharp looks of the representatives of those cities about the table in her office. Her smile had just the right curve of it to not be offensive to any of them, but her eyes held a look of utter no nonsense.

Not for the last time did she think to herself that trade agreements were not for the weak. She did not bother to concern herself anymore why the Overlord insisted that she handle this as opposed to a supposedly higher ranked Ambassador. She knew he would tell her that trade was a Consul's purview, and that as long as some of that trade was for Freeport, she should deal with it. Sadly, Inqe was sure Queen Amree would tell her the same thing.

She rang for a servant and swept from the room to head to her own private garden. There she found a hooded figure in a shadow of a tree, rolling a small coin over his knuckles. “Shink, I know better than to ask how you found me, but would you like something to drink?” The male Ratonga was no taller than Slipps, he might even had been a whisker shorter, however he was definitely more muscular, though still tending towards wiry for one of his kind.

His trust of her seemed to always be just on this side of conditional, and she knew better than to try and touch his mind to glean the reason for this unexpected visit. If he was here, it had to be extremely important. He kept his hood up, and his place in the shadows, but as he nodded towards a small table she caught a glimpse of something in his eye that had her looking more sharply at the note tucked under a flower near a vase. He never answered her about the drink, nor did he vanish after she lifted the note.

“Oh...” Inqe muttered something in Ratongan and looked back up at him. “Yes. Yes, I will be there as soon as I can, but I am sorry, there is little more that I can do.” She sighed raggedly and with a tiny ball of fire turned the note to ashes in her palm, then let them drift away. “I can offer him peace, if you wish, when it comes to that.” The male darkfur nodded and she could sense that he wanted to say something to her, perhaps sharply, but the door to the garden opened, causing him to draw back further as she stood and turned finding the Nerian tradesman starting to walk into her sanctuary.

The petite Consul was not over fond of her native people, especially when they invaded her space and acted like pompous asses. Right now she became livid and turned his purple ears even darker with a scathing scolding one would not have expected from the normally serene seeming woman. He backpedaled with alacrity as she stalked him out of her garden, into her office and pointed to the papers on the table.

“Sign those.” She hissed, light violet eyes gone icy. “And stop wasting my time. I have more important things to do than listen to you blither about stone. Once he had done so she snarled him out of her office and back into his guest suite, then went in search of the other Master Masons.

Once all had signed and her office was secured she created a portal and stepped through to Antonica. Granted she may have to unruffle some feathers later, but she doubted there would be much damage from her outburst, considering who had set her off. Right now she cared little about their feelings. The druid walked out of the ring and called up a whirling disk of wind to carry her towards South Qeynos.

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Inqe watched the Iksar harass Clavus, and Sennas, until the latter was cringing, ears flat, practically clinging to the Paladin's leg. Clavus for his part looked like he was about to explode, she was extremely proud of him for keeping his temper to a thoroughly seething glare. She was not, however, pleased with the Iksar, who took the basket from them, refused them admittance, ground her clothes under his foot, then proceeded to eat the contents of the basket himself. All the while being nasty to Sennas, before Clavus took her away to the local Freeport Consulate.

The Iksar guard posted with him stared in disbelief, even sputtering in a weak defense that this was not how the Lady Consul, or her people, were to be treated. The first one shrugged, leered at her where she was shrouded in the gloom of her confining building, and said a prisoner is a prisoner, no matter how many times you call them a guest.

He was new.

Inqe could guess why he was on this particular punishment detail just by watching that one performance, but she herself could not do much about it. His words did have a ring of truth in them after all. But, the treatment of Sennas, was a bit much. At night, when given a specific command that the mind mage was never able to remove, the small female became an extremely effective bodyguard. During the day, or actually away from a sleeping environment, considering it was a Vampire that put that particular command in the Ratonga's head, she was simply a young ex-slave that had been severely damaged by one of her masters. No matter that the last one treated her very well and as a pet.

Sennas had no defense.

For that he needed to pay. For his treatment of Clavus, while that too grieved her, she was sure the imposing Teir male would manage to come up with something appropriate, given time. But what could she do, herself trapped in this room, to the arrogant scaled idiot, for Sennas? His own partner cringed away from him, though that one did not have much backbone to begin with.

Her guards were rotated depending on whom displeased whom, and how. She was never trouble, just the task was boring. In fact, she was bored too, and hated being in this stone box, candles had been reduced to one allowed every three days, she was Teir, and not allowed to write anything, so had no need for the candle as there was no door blocking the light, and air, from outside. One change of clothes was allowed a day, enough water to drink and to wash the dust from her skin, one basket of food a day, to last until the next day's basket, and two trips out of the building to Danak version of the latrine.

The brute at the door had already denied the morning trip, bullying the other one into silence about the matter. She wondered if he was the next step in them trying to get her to confess to goading Bonnett to attack the previous occupant of this room, when it had not been her prison. Inqe considered this, she would need to be very subtle then, in his punishment.

The Iksar of Danak knew she was a healer, a druid with an affinity for plants. They did not know that a good half or so of her healing was mental, she was also a mind mage. That tidbit was never put in any of the dossiers about her. Nor did she want anyone finding out, not that it was a huge secret, but if they did not know, all to the better.

Yet, if she did anything to his mind, it would be discovered by their own mind mages, and they were very careful to keep plants away from her, not that she could strangle him with a daisy if she had a mind to. They simply were not twisty enough. No, she would need to find another way. The brute's snarling broke through her thoughts as he complained about an ant he had seen among the crumbs left behind from his devouring the basket's contents. He did not like ants?

She tilted her head slightly, eyes narrowing in thought, not that they could see her in the gloom of the corner she was currently seated in. She may have been a model prisoner-guest, but that did not mean she liked to be watched. Could she affect an ant?

Inqe rarely touched animal minds, other than to soothe them when needed. Despite her hobby with breeding beetles, it just was not her specialty, as a druid, nor as a mage, however right now, she had little else to do. Smiling slightly to herself, she attempted to track down an ant, preferably the queen ant.

Hours later she had pinpointed her targets, the work had been extremely delicate, and terribly simplistic. The imperative she gave them was also. The brute was honey. And that was about as complicated as she could get, even so it needed several layers of the tiniest compulsions she had ever done to accomplish. Nor did she think that it would be traceable back to her, for each compulsion was placed on a separate ant, who brought them back to the queen, who put them all together herself, and then sent that message out into the hive, one worker at a time. Also, every other ant that those first ants communicated with, also passed the message on, even if the ants they encountered were from a rival hill. Of course any ant thereafter would also have the same message.

Any signature she had left would only have been on those first five ants.

Inqe stretched, coming out of the meditation she had drifted into while she worked, it had gotten dark out in those hours, and the brute was already starting to twitch. Ah, yes... the paranoia was all his, she would not need to do anything about it directly.

The brute started to scratch, then dig at his scales, he swiped over his body, and grumbled. His partner, either was blind, or had a sadistic streak in him, denied seeing anything crawling on the brute. It was full dark out now, torches had been lit, and placed for the guards once night had started to settle. With a cry the brute grabbed one and started to whip it around, causing his partner to back away from him.

When that torch went out from the abuse, he reached for the second one, but before he grasped it, his hands flew back to his face and he started to dig at his ear holes, then his nostrils. Suddenly with an eerie howl he dropped to the ground and began to claw at his privates.

By now his antics had attracted attention, he had writhed off the porch of the building Inqe was being held, and was thrashing about on the ground. Idly she wondered if they simply all crawled up and into him? Her location in confinement did not allow her to see more, nor did she care to touch the brute's mind to satisfy that curiosity. She simply waited in the dark building, listening to him slide about on the stone outside, in turn whimpering and growling.

Why had no one come to see what was the matter with him? Other than the onlookers, who kept a good distance away. Was there an Iksar disease out here with similar symptoms? Sans the ants of course, but some sort of thing that caused seizures? She made a mental note to ask Gannor about it later, he had studied the species in great depth.

Dawn had started to lighten the sky, she presumed the brute still laid on the ground below the edge of the porch. The other guard was in his proper place, careful to not react to the small thumps, or whimpering, that could still be heard. Inqe stood up and walked towards the door, but not out it.

“Lovely day, is it not?”

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The trial, if one could call it that, did not last longer than a day. Inqe supposed that the Iksar dying outside the door to her prison woke someone up to the idea that her patience with them was nearing an end, even if they could not figure out how she could possibly have filled the body with ants. This death they did not charge her with, nor was any mention made of it at all when she was escorted from her building.

The Consul was heartened by seeing Slipps with Sennas and Sthafaris, one way or the other, she reasoned, today she would be free of Danak. The singer was humming, something that she was wont to do, and enough a part of her legend that the Iksar did not question it. Inqe wondered if they could even feel the magic thrumming under their feet?

As for the incident that had put her in their theoretical control, many on the council were of a mind that Danak was better off without him, but appearances need be preserved, and a few months in a darkened building were just not enough, even if she herself had not done the deed. It was argued over again all morning long, until lunch was served. The discovery of ants among the fruit platter, seemed to be a subtle hint to their psyche, which amused Inqe as she had nothing to do with their being there. Slipps, however, had a suspicious glint of amusement in her eyes.

So it was decided that they needed the building, and her out of town, nor did it occur to them to try and keep a hostage when they passed down their sentence. Cazic Thule had been grumbling lately about the piety of his followers, something he did with some regularity, and the Danakians wanted assurance he was not about to wipe them off the face of Norrath. Some of the reports also mentioned a daughter of Hate. So why not send Inqe, a Teir, to reassure the God of their diligence and to deal with Lanys?

Personally Inqe thought their logic was flawed, but she appreciated the irony of their fear in sending her away in this manner. Nor was she going to question any decision that put her out of their reach, even if she felt honor bound to at least attempt the feat. The mention of Lanys had her more concerned, so for that alone she accepted their terms and was released.

Slipps had arranged already to send her staff back to Freeport and Kelethin, leaving only Sthafaris and Sennas, the two most visible, in Danak. Now, however, they were handed aboard a sloop crewed mostly by Ratonga, and captained by the eldest Smallcorners sibling, Slidds. Sennas would be among family, and delivered to Euryale in a few days. Sthafaris could relax as well now that she too was free to communicate with friends and family. Slipps and Inqe also boarded, but they would be disembarking at Feerrott, the singer having decided that she would travel with Inqe for at least part of the mission.

Inqe did not argue, the wily singer had previous contact with the God of Fear, not as a follower, but as part of another enclave of Iksars a few years back. Plans made, voyage underway, that left her free to think on, and be questioned about, Clavus. Slipps told her that the tall male Teir sent her a letter, and then also showed up the Spider. Once more she was warned to be wary of her heart, but the singer's warning was gentle, as the man seemed to be beside himself with worry and frustration when at the Spider.

"Nots wants yous hurts agains, sisters, nots wants yous tos be brokens." Slipps hugged her then and conversation moved away from the subject.

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Post by Inqe » 12/10/16

My dear Knight,

I have worked through the first part of the Iksar's 'request', but have not yet started on the second, exactly. I have determined to study this land a bit first, see what friendly contacts I may make before looking more into the mysteries of the Greenmist.

There are Iksar here, in this remote corner of Kunark, as well as Goblins, 'Dal, Giants, and regular incursions of Di'Zok. For now the Goblins have given me space to work from. They garden! This obviously delights me.

At least now I can deem myself free of the Danakians foolishness, but I wish to determine the rest for myself, and not just for them.

I do hope you are well.

~Inqe


She addressed the letter and sent it off, seemingly unaffected by the fact that the note was written quickly while her hands were still, frankly, grubby. Not that there was much in the way of sinks, or any civilized plumbing, in the Bloody Tooth Clan's village. The runner that had found her was not intending to stick around long enough for her to get down to the river and back, so soil impressed missives it would be.

Inqe looked back at the plant she had been examining, then consulted with the Goblin that had patiently waited for her. She hoped that through him she could get a contact up in the 'Dal town overlooking the jungle. If not, then at least she had another healing concoction to add to her pharmacy.

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Post by Inqe » 12/15/16

She received two letters back, both indicated a strong amount of conflict with the writer. A conflict that echoed within her own heart. Her first reply, to the first letter, was as dismissive of him, as his had been of her. The second letter requested to see her again, she dropped in on her desk and rose to look out the window.

"You are angry, upset." The words were spoken by her Captain, where he sat on the couch reading a report. His location did not allow him to see her personal correspondence, nor did he specifically wish too. Yet her posture was tight, back straight, arms wrapped around her self, head down, breaths deep.

"I am." She turned slightly to look at him. "I will not go through another relationship like I had with Ned." Inqe shook her head and looked away, her voice softening. "Torn between love and hate, control, and trust." She sighed. "In the end it was very good that he left, I wish him peace as much as I wish to never see him again." She shifted again and resumed her seat at the desk, staring at the letter.

Delenin had not moved, as still a she was restless. "You intend to reply?"

"I must, it is only polite, Delenin." She drew a fresh sheet of her personal stationery.

"Will you be? Polite, that is?" He almost allowed a ghost of a smile.

She looked over at him, light violet eyes holding a slight shimmer. "As politely as one can tell another they do not wish to be toyed with."

He nodded, then set the report aside, rose and walked over to her side and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. "Come to dinner tonight, Zaera would love to see you, and you would love to see the baby." He was rewarded with a wisp of a smile and a nod.

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