Old Siram Posts

Watching and waiting for Ashling's decision, Micah was growing antsy to pay visits to her brother clans. She hadn't seen any of the fellow clan leaders, besides Sotaynru, in so long; she was anxious to see how they were doing. And after earlier's conversation with Sotay, she was worried that the talk of war was starting to spread. She needed to know what this was all about; and so visits were indeed in order. As Ashling finally spoke, a short nod was in response. Of course, she was too distracted at this exact moment to do so; both with the peculiar look on Sachiel's face, and the new man that had arrived. What was Sachiel trying to tell her? She couldn't decipher, things were so hectic right now. She would ask him later, after the man was dealt with. Before having taken off down the corridor, she looked back to Ashling with a serious expression on her face. "We will be back momentarily..." She trailed off, her voice growing fainter as she descended down the corridor, not quite surprised to see that Sachiel was coming along as well. She glanced up at them as their steps halted and he spoke, curious as to the reason he had chosen to speak first, but not arguing. It seemed he felt the need to take charge in that moment, and she couldn't complain either; she wasn't very good dealing with possibly dangerous situations like this one. So, she would step back and let him handle it; figuratively, of course. Physically she would remain by his side, there in case her presence was truly needed.

It came to be, then, as he spoke; that her presence truly was needed. A trade, from Tenkuu? Had her brother clan truly sent this man, or were his words a ploy? She couldn't tell, but she supposed the only way to find out, was to ask. "My name is Micah Masi, the Princess of Siram. And you are?" What trade did he speak of? If there had been a trade request, wouldn't it have gone through the council, rather than having someone come to request? "What of this request? What, in fact, are you requesting?" This was now the second time today someone from one of her brother clans had come with a request... which only led her to believe that a war truly was being planned for. This fact only intensified her need to visit her brother clans, in fact, she was starting to twitch with the desire even; her fingers and arms shaking just faintly.

Then, Again, the sound of the pods caught her attention; who now? With everything that had been going on all day, Micah was starting to get overwhelmed. She sent a panicked look Sachiel's way, clinging tighter to his side momentarily. Could he help, could he make everything calm down? Micah was getting overwhelmed, and when that happened, well... she tended to be pushed into mental break downs, sometimes. However, as her gaze turned back to the pods and she saw who was approaching, everything calmed instantly. "Ali!" And she broke away from Sachiel, like a true child at play, descending father down the corridor, past the strange man, until she met up with Alainn. She instantly swept her best friend since childhood up into a tight embrace, laughter bubbling from her lips; laughter from how silly her worry of someone else had been. It was just Ali, of course! Nothing to worry about now, in fact, Ali could help to calm Micah down, despite the rush of happenings that had recently been sent into a spiral around her.

Mcahs state of mind didn't seem too well right now. There were too many things happening at once. His first instinct, was to deal with the man who had arrived. He didn't take kindly to the way he looked at Micah, though he couldn't quite tell if it was simply admiration. "There are policies in order for how such things are carried out." He told the man. "You cannot simply arrive at the Kingdom with requests for her majesty." By this point, Micah had become quite distracted by the friend that had arrived. Sachiel released a sigh of relief, to see Micahs stress level decline so quickly. But there was still the matter of the other outsider. Perhaps he could send onee of the Guardians to tend to her living situation. Perhaps things would calm down soon. Perhaps he would get a moment to actually speak with Micah in private... But at this point, nothing was guaranteed...

Alainn grinned at her friends happiness. "Can't.. breathe... squished!" She laughed. "What's up?" She knew something was up, she could tell even before she had spotted Micah. It worried her, stress could push her over the edge, and Ali had seen it before. Luckily she knew just about every inch of her friend's mind, and had calmed her down relativly quickly. She frowned and pulled away, looking Micah in the eye. "what's up?" she asked in a more serious tone.

Ashling plops down on a chair and watches with curiousity at the scenes unfolding around her. She wanted to help out in some way but she knew Sachiel would rather slit his wrist than accept help from her. Micah was enaged in talking to a woman who was obviously an old friend. Mr. Guard man was itching to dispose of the other man. Ashling tilted her head from one side to the other. This was no doubt interesting. She was curious of the way they interacted. She sighs softly and waits until someone tell her what she should do..

Her voice grab his attention by the throat asking question over question, he smirks before laughing"I am not here cause of my king ."Then his attention sat back towards the guard to seem to take hate the way he looked at the princess.."Ok Ima keep this claim a simple sir ..I want to to trade this tech for some of yall medicine that is known aross the land."The reason I need it is for my own reason only ..So can I please see your king or do we have to continue to have this conversation before we get into a conflict ...

This strange man was starting to get on Micah's nerve, now; seeming to be so caught up in his egotistical mannerisms to understand what a disrespect he was being. Then again, it was probably just the fact that Micah was being driven toward the edge by all of the hectic things going on, and soon, she would probably snap. Keeping close to Ali, Micah's voice raised ever so slightly, loud enough for her voice to be heard loud and clear; strong, and sincere. "There is no 'King', Only a 'Queen'. That, would be me. So, if you expect to get anything out of this 'trade', I suggest you take a step back and rethink the way in which you are presenting your request, before I am forced to have my Guardian remove you." Or, she might even do it herself... What was going on? She was being pushed dangerously far, by all of these overwhelming events. And when she snapped, she was said to be quite different than her normally peace nature called for. Dangerous, even, some could say. She took a moment to attempt to calm herself down, though this was only achieved by a small amount. "I do not wish any technology, for it seems even if you were to trade me technology, you wouldn't have the capacity of knowledge to explain it properly anyway, and possibly even know what it was for. Siram provides medicines to those in need. If you can explain to me your need, then I would be happy to give you the medicine you so desire. If not, then I am sorry, but I cannot help you." And a tone of finality was in her voice as she spoke these words; however serious her words sounded, a listless expression was slowing starting to overcome her expression.

After a momentary blank stare at nothing in particular, she turned once more back to Ali, feeling no real need to explain what was going on at the moment. However, she knew Ali wouldn't just take a 'Nothing' answer, and so with a quiet sigh, she worked to put some emotion back on her face as she answered. "Things are a bit hectic today, people coming in and out. Is overwhelming me, thats all..." Ali would know that 'that's all' was an understatement to what would surely come if things were to continue the way they were. However, this was the only answer she could manage for now, in fear of snapping even sooner. After a moment, an idea came to her, and she glanced down the corridor toward Ashling for a moment, before turning back to Ali. "Theres a new comer, down in the main entry way. Would you mind showing her to one of the empty rooms in the Guest Wing, and then maybe showing her around a bit? She's not from here, and she isn't used to our life style... So, be gentle with her, please." She paused a moment then, tucking her lower lip securely within her bottom lip, before continuing on in a quieter voice. "She's a bit outspoken, don't mind what she says. If she insults you, she doesn't mean it... she just doesn't know better, I suppose." A half hearted smile curved her lips as she once more hugged Ali, a quiet sigh passing her lips afterward.

Ali nodded, not pressing her question any further. She'd ask later, when Micah wasn't so close to her breaking point. Sle turned to the person Micah had said was new. Putting on a young, innocent air, she started to talk."Hi, my names Alainn, but you can just call me Ali. Your new around here? Your gunna like it, it's awesome here, especially down here in the kingdom part. Here, theres a cool room just down this hall that you can decorate however you want." Her small body sashayed down the hall, pulling her along, as she went on about decoration ideas.

Ashling took one step back from the small girl. She smiled softly. This girl was obviously friends with Micah. She figures the leader had passed her off to this girl. Ashling nods and follows the girl to her temporary room. She looks around. The girl was right. It was pretty cool. " Thank you." Ashling sits down on the bed and sighs softly. Her eyes roam around the room and then back to the girl standing there in the door. Ashling asks her " Um.. where exactly can I go to buy clothing?" She looks down at her soft blue dress and then at the girl's outfit. She needed to dress like them to fit in.

Her reponce made him close his eyes to think for a while,going to a world that he knew no one would or could tell him what to do..Memorie of the good times he had with his father growing up. Playing,laughing ,learning,with him. A bond a farther and son have that no one could break.Then he got sick ..Tenkuu medicine couldn't cure what he had for the decease was unknown.A tear escape his eye running down the pattern of his face just thinking what would happen if his father was done .He wasn't ready to let go,not yet ..
His eyes open more crimson red then before staring at the Queen ."I need it for....for ."But his pride got in the way and took over once again."Don't worry own the reason I need it .It's not you problem to deal with just answer the question .If thinks came to worst he was ready to die for this cause ..But then another figure appeared ,So joyful with no care in the word ,bliss..She gives him facts about the land before she grab her friend and left

Sachiel could hold his tounge no longer. person after person had approached him today with disrespect, but for this man to speak to Micah like that was unacceptable. "Your lack of respect will have you leaving here with nothing." He told the man. "You come here in search of medicine. Fine. Many people do. But there are MANY better ways to do it than the way you have come here. You clearly want to save someone you care for. Have you ever considered that your actions may be the difference in that persons wellbeing? You could have gone to any one of the medicine shops. Dozens of doctors, anyone. But you chose to come here uninvited. Furthermore, you come here with no idea how to address a royal figure." His eyes shifted to Micah once more, then back to the stranger. "I'm going to assist you, because you're working on Micahs last nerve, and you're going to end up with nothing. One of my guardians is excellent in medicinals. his name is Ryoga. If you can wait a moment, I'll send him to you, and you can tell him exactly what you need." He didn't want anyone else bothering Micah. She needed rest, even moreso than he did, and neither of them would recieve it any time soon.

She watched Ali and Ashling go in silence, the listless expression remaining on her face even now; having been pushed to teeter just on the edge. One more push would send her spiraling over the other side, forced into actions even she couldn't predict. As the two girls vanished from site, Micah's eyes shifted wryly to the strange man, who still hadn't told her his name. Not only was he a stranger in a place he wasn't allowed, but now he was demanding medicine without even telling her what reason he needed it for? She almost felt compelled to blast him one, for good measure. Maybe it would teach him proper respect... What was she doing? The slow smirk that had started to form on her lips quickly shifted into an expression of extreme confusion, and possibly even fright. The gaze she had previously held to the man was now vacant, target-less; tilted toward the floor in extreme confusion. And though she could hear the babble of talk, the voices she heard seemed somewhere far away; as if her ears were being muffled by water. As if she were drowning, slowly... She moved away from Sachiel's side then, to lean against the wall. This was a poor attempt to keep her from stumbling or falling over. She would keep quiet for now, let Sachiel handle it; despite the fact that she had a vile tucked away into the inner pocket of her kimono, that would cure just about every illness out there. She had kept this on her person for the times in which she ran into someone who needed help quickly. And though this would be an easy problem solver, she couldn't quite pull herself back together enough to make sense of the situation, and provide a proper solution.

Flying on the back of a Griffin, Kazuma heads sound, where the land ends and the water begins. A smile is on his lips as he looked back to see no one following him. "Must of lost them" Looking ahead once more he command the Griffin to land softly on the sands of the soft sands of the beach. He was wearing a slim fitting, yet equally loose, blue collared shirt, arm lengths reaching down to the elbows, which are laced on their cuffs with golden designs. On both shoulders there are more designs of golden thread which look like shoulder armor. Close fitting leather chest protector is held firm with shoulder straps. An armed, blue belt around the waist, each side adorned by a silver (left) or gold (right) plate, that hugs the side of the leg down to mid thigh and protects like armor. Slim, dark brown leather pants, which are met at the by a silver knee plate (left) and silver double-crossed band (right), which is sheathed by tight, brown, golden laced boots for swift travel. golden shoulder plates on either side of the neck, silver bands with attached arm plates on either forearm, brown leather gloves, and a blue slash crossing his chest, and around his back, which attaches a quiver to carry his arrows. His feet hit the sand, his hand patted the Griffin as he said something softer then a whisper, and when he did so the Griffin took off back into the high. "I don't believe I ever been here.." He adjusts the quiver and his bow on his back before walking again. He started to look around, searching for something. "Where are those pods." He side a bit, his left hand resting on a the hilt of his sword.

Noting Micahs state being less than well, Sachiel immediately rushed to her side as she leaned against the wall. All else would cease now, for she needed care herself. "Come on, Micah." He said, positioning himself at her side, for her to get onto his back. He hadn't even realized that he called her by first name. For whatever reason, in that moment, it seemed natural. "You need to lay down." He told her. This was no time for her to worry herself with business, or travel. She needed to rest, and he wasn't going to take no for an answer. He waited in that position, for Micah to climb onto his back, so that he could carry her to her room. "Ryoga will be here to meet you briefly." He told the nameless man.

(ok lol)
He continued to walk until he came into a city, his eyes roamed around and then he reached out to a person walking by. "Hey, where are the pods[/b]" The man pointed him toward the stations. "Thanks" Kazuma walked over to the station, paid for a trip down and then entered the pod. The pod whizzed through the maze jetting through the water, then it stopped and Kazuma stepped out. He bent over putting his hand over his mouth, his other on his gut, a few people laughed at him. "New timer?" kazuma just nodded. After a few more seconds he stood up and looked around. He wondered if the guards would do or say anything, do they permit people from other clans to carry their weapons? He shrugged the thought from his mind and started to walk toward the palace, since it might be cool to see. His bow and quiver on his back, his left hand on the hilt of his sword.

Micah's eyes wandered vacantly over to where Sachiel had positioned himself not a foot away from her, confusion clouding her mind to the point that it took her several long moments to figure out exactly what he was trying to do. Did he want her to get on his back? She wouldn't resist, if he did; it'd be nice to lean on something for a while, besides the cold, hard wall. However, it took her a moment to steady herself enough to move, slipping quietly onto his back and laying her head down on his shoulder. Loosely her small arms wound around his neck to hold herself up, resting there for several long moments. However, now that she was so close to Sachiel, she could better hear his voice. The man was still here? She had completely forgotten about his presence until now; which led her back to the knowledge of the vile in her pocket. Loosening one arm from around his neck, she slid the free hand into her inner pocket and fished out the vile silently; rewinding her arm around his neck again loosely, and holding up the vile somewhere close to where his face was as opposed to her hand. It was a clear liquid, in a container no bigger than her pinky. It would definitely be enough, though; she new this well. Managing a weak smile, to whom she did not quite know, she let her eyes slip closed to rest against Sachiel's back quietly. She was starting to calm down a bit, now that things had seemed to settle a bit. not as many people where around to overwhelm her now.

At least, they hadn't been; until the sound of another pod reached her ears. Brought back to the present, her eyes once more opened to glance down the short corridor between her and the coming man. Something about him seemed familiar... what, she could not tell; at least at first. After several long moments of observing him, though, she realized just where she had seen him before. The upcoming leader of Tenkuu; Kazuma, was it? She was actually quite glad to see him, having been brought back to her previous goal of the day; handing out the invitations to the ball. She figured now she would be able to give him Tenkuu's invitation, and deliver it to the current king. But, she was too tired to call out to him now, and so she would wait until he came further to speak to him.

Once Micah had gotten herself onto Sachiels back, he grabbed her legs in order to hold her up securely. She seemed so weak, there was no way he was going to let her walk a step further. He leaned toward the strange man to ease the effort it took her to pass him the vial, and prepared to carry her to her room, before the pod arrived, yet again. If it wasn't one disruption, it was another. Micah would never get to rest, and Sachiel would never get to speak with her, at this rate. When the pod opened, Sachiel felt he recognized him. Perhaps it was a picture he had seen, or perhaps he had run into him in his travels... It took a moment, but Sachiel soon realized why the man looked familiar. He was Kazuma Tenkuu. The big guy of the clan, so to speak. Surely he was here to see Micah, and that was probably a good thing. One less trip she would have to make. They couldn't talk in the hallway though. And Sachiel didn't feel comfortable inviting the man to Micahs room. He spoke out to the man from down the hallway, in a strong, yet polite voice. "Please leave your weapons with the attendant, and follow me." he said. He did not await a response from the man. He needed to get Micah to bed, and presumed the leader of the Tenkuu Clan to be quite capable of making his way down a hallway. He carried Micah to his room; the only other place he knew to take her. He lay her down on his bed, and propped her head up on a pillow. "Just take it easy." he told her. He then sat in a chair, and awaited their company to arrive.

Kazuma looked up hearing a man's voice, Sachiel's, he told him to leave all his weapons behind. "Ahh" He thought about if he should or not, being unarmed in any nation but his own never is a good idea. He took the bow and quiver of his back first, next his sword that was on his hip, after that the blade that was horizontally across his lower back, then he knelt and took a knife from his ankle. He stood up and jerked both his hands up and two more blades came out. He itched the back of his head trying to think of he had anymore, then he brother his hand down to his belt and pulled out yet another knife, tossing it into the pile. One of the gaurds was looking at him like he was nuts. "What...you can never be to careful.[b]" He brought his hands up, two stones were on bracelets on his wrists. "[b]I'm keeping these weather you like it or not." He lowed his hands, crossing them over his chest and followed the man.

Presently, Micah was finding it hard to focus; wavering in and out of awareness as the minutes ticked by. What was going on beyond her closed eyelids, she did not know; the only thing she did know, what that she was being carried somewhere. The shifting movement of Sachiel underneath her small figure was enough to tell her this. This movement was okay, soothing in fact; what she was not so ready for, though, was being set down on Sachiel's bed. The sudden shift of movement caused her head to swim, her eyes fluttering momentarily, before she settled quietly on the bed. It took a few moments of silence and deep breathing in order to settle, but after a few moments, she was able enough to open her eyes and look up at Sachiel. Not long after she managed this, did Kazuma show up. He looked rather odd without his assortment of weapons, she had to admit. Slowly, she sat up on the bed, propping herself up against the pillows and managing a weak smile up at them both. Her voice was quiet when she spoke, apologetic. "I'm sorry about all of this, I got overwhelmed, I suppose..." She trailed off into silence a moment, the vacant expression on her fact drifting away into a rather tired looking one. "Kazuma, what brings you here? I haven't seen you in ages..." Maybe he had come to ask a favor, like Sotaynru had done earlier.

Kazuma looked at Micha putting his hands behind his head listening to her speak. "It's fine, it happens to the best of us..I suppose." He smiled lightly, his eyes roaming around the room a bit before going back to her. "I have no real reason, I just wanted to see all the kingdoms for myself, my father hates the idea though, has to do with me going alone and things of that nature." His arms feel from the back of his head and he crossed his arms over his chest. Even though he was the prince he didn't look or acted like one unless he needed to be, like at events. "So how you been, besides overwhelmed I mean." He felt naked with out all his weapons, he still had the crystals but he liked having his bow and blades, even if he was safe, he just didn't like it in the least. "I hope all is well in your kingdom."

Kazuma wanted to individually travel to each Clan, just for kicks. Micah wanted Sachiel to address her by first name. Royals were nothing like his studies had told him. He spent years in the library, studying life among royal families and proper etiquettes, but his time in the Royal Kingdom had taught him that it was little more than a waste of time. In a way, the thought was comforting. It meant, he too, would be seen, and treated as a human being. (or whatever species the gilled people of Siram are) He remained silent as the man told his story. He wanted to speak on behalf of Micah, and allow her to rest, but he knew that inappropriate. He could, however, deliver the invitation on her behalf, so that she would not be forced to retire her position on the bed any sooner than necessary. Once the two finished their conversation, and the Prince retired back to his journey, he would carry her to her own room, where she would surely be more comfortable.

(Sorry it took so long Ashling)
Where do you go to buy clothing? Ali looked down at her own dress, which she had made herself a while ago. She thought about the question for a minute then slowly answered "I don't think you do. Most of the people here make their own clothing. It's easy when you can find the right resorces. Oh! Actually, wait. Your a newcomer, and word travels fast around here, so some people may have made some already for you, since you aren't used to the way of life quite yet," as she spoke she opened the closet and a colorful array of colors spun around her. "Yay, I was right! Anyway, if you want, once you get settled I could teach you how to make clothing the way we do."

Ashling stares the the girl called Alainn. What kind of place had she stumbled into? Making her way over to the closet she examines the clothing. Bright colors, silk fabric. Yeah, she could get used to it. Then a thought occurs: " um... what do you wear while underwater? These clothes dont seem like they would hold up. As for your offer to help me make clothing, that sounds good to me. I need to make a dress for the ball." she accents the end of her sentence with a few soft claps to show excitement for the upcoming event.

Alainn grinned. She was exited for the ball too. "Oh, they hold up really well. They may not look it, but they do. And okay, when would you like to next meet up? I say we need at least a couple days so you can figure out what design you want, and all that stuff. I still have to figure out what I'm going to wear. Hmm I should probably go knee length, its easy to dance in. Light and flow-y hips down? Oh, maybe I should have it sparkly! But not to sparkly, I don't wanna look like a walking disco ball..." She stopped short when she realized she was babbling a little bit to much. Wierd, she didn't normally talk this much to people she didn't really know. "Anyway, whats a good time for you?"

Ashling waits as the girl babbles on and on. Once she stops talking Ashling begins. " I would say two days before the ball ought to be enough. I want it to be knee length. A silver-blue color and strapless, so tight across the top. but not too tight." She loved the idea of this particular dress. It would go so well with her complexion and hair. She was excited for the prospect of meeting others from other clans. There just didn't seem to be any men in this clan. It was the strangest thing she had seen in a while. Ashling looks at the girl and she asks " What's with that guy who follows the Micah around? I don't mean why is he doing it, I mean whats his issue?"

Ali nodded. "Alright, that works. And I'm assuming yor talking about Sachiel? He's protective. Protection is need soo much, anywhere, even here, especially for the royals, and Micah's family proves it." She purposly excluded her family, hoping her editing was to obvious, "I just ignore him most of the time. I hear he gets insulted easily, but I don't really care if he does or not," She shrugged. "Why, what happened?"