Courtyard Gardens: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn

Large white stone surrounds the courtyard of House Hune. Set into the western wall is the gate, leading out of the manor. The manor house itself lies to the east. A large marble portico runs down the middle of the courtyard in a north/south direction, effectively dividing the large yard in half. It is large enough to hold several wagons, and contains the stables in the northwest corner. The half of the yard closest to the manor house is contained by the portico which runs along the courtyard walls as well, and connect to the house. This creates a covered walkway to protect you from the elements; shade from the sun, and a roof to keep off rain and snow. The ground here is paved with stone, with only a few weeds growing up here and there. In the center of the paved area is a square flower garden.

Demonder

Satira opens the door of the house and joins you in the courtyard.

Standing near the rose bushes are Rennar and Demonder. Her back is to him currently as she speaks quietly to him about some matter or another. To Satira, she seems listless, as she has been most times since confining herself within the manor.

Letting the manor's door swing shut behind her, Satira steps out of the house. She begins to walk toward the exit to the street, but as she sees her sister and Demonder, she suddently stops. Eyeing them, perhaps a bit nervously, and obviously not sure of how to go on.

Demonder turns away a touch as he leans back to the sky, likely pondering if things are getting any more normal up there. He does spot Satira from the corner of his eyes, turning more to her next. "Lady Satira," he manages a slight smile.

Today is Twosday, 24 Choren, 998 NE. It is a Autumn morning.

As Demonder mentions Satira's name, Rennar turns around. Her features are beset within a mask of calm, however she manages a quiet smile for her youngest, and now only recognized sister. "Good morning, Satira." Her voice is barely audible, though the greeting can be heard.

Satira takes a few steps toward Rennar and Demonder. She first curtsies politely to Demonder, then to her sister. "Good morning" she says in all politeness.

"Where are you running off too?" Demonder turns to Rennar with a look of confusion. "I've been staying here for a while, and this is the first I see of your sister."

Rennar turns a curious expression toward Demonder, then glances back to Satira, "She is a hard one to find, when you want her." There is a fondness in her voice, "Much like myself at that age."

"I didn't feel like going out much" Satira says simply, perhaps trying to explain the fact. Her tone is almost formal.

"So what have you been doing with your time?" Demonder asks in a light level of curiousity. So she's more like Rennar at that age, is she? Demonder thinks to himself. "You haven't been making friends with the cute guards around here, have you?" The tone is teasing and jestful, appropriate for a girl Satira's age, Demonder would suppose.

The formal tone seems to shatter Rennar's masked expression for a brief few moments, then it carefully goes back into place, "That is understandable, Satira." Her words are more softly spoken than before. A brow lifts at Demonder's comment, and a soft smile comes to her features. She wanders away from him as he speaks to her sister, taking a seat on a nearby bench.

"No, I have not, my lord" Satira answers, in all seriousness, giving her sister only a quick glance as she walks away. "And I have been doing nothing" she answers the first question, her tone a little spiteful. Not like her usual tone at all.

Demonder's eyes follow Rennar briefly, though his attention turns on the young teenager once again. "You know, I hear when Renni was your age, she had a crush on one of the guards that were assigned to protect her..." Demonder's voice trails. Yup, she's as serious as her sister, so that means she won't take to his humor at all. He shrugs.

In essense, Rennar's actions were meant to give Demonder and Satira a bit more privacy in their conversation. It is evident that Satira has not spoken to the Lady Hune since Calisa's departure. Rennar, herself, has been avoiding the situation, which only serves to make matters worse. She turns her eyes to a nearby cropping of flowers, gently running her fingers over the delicate petals.

"I shall have to hear this story some time.." says Satira, still polite and formal, "but now..." she bites her lower lip, "with your premission, I wish to speak with my sister..."

Demonder frowns a touch. Yup, just like her sister. "Of course," Demonder steps away and toward Rennar. "I'll leave you two alone then?"

Hearing Satira's question, and Demonder's answer, Rennar glances up briefly. However, her glance is just that, brief. She waits until the interaction is completed between the two of them, though in the meantime keeps her attention upon the flowers which have caught her eye.

Satira curtsies to Demonder again, "thank you" she says, turning around and walking toward where Renner is, taking a seat by the bench next to her, adjusting and readjusting her dress.

Demonder pauses briefly, nodding. "Until later, Renni," he notes with a brief and comforting smile. Instead of heading to the manor, he heads out through the gates of Tiras Lorn

Rennar glances up at Demonder's words, "Until later, love." She speaks in a quiet manner. Afterwards, she turns her attention more astutely upon Satira, her eyes holding a faint curious expression - though they are touched with an underlying sadness.

Demonder pushes open the heavy gate and leaves the courtyard.

After long seconds of silence, Satira finally says "Hi..." she keeps her eyes on her hands on her knees, however, not looking at her older sister.

"Good morning." Rennar greets once more, her measure of awkwardness perhaps equalling that of Satira's. She uses her hands to carefully arrange her skirts once more, smoothing out any imaginary wrinkles. She seems at a loss for words, at least briefly, "You were heading out...?" She inquires lightly, trying to make casual conversation. Rennar has been granting Satira her privacy since the announcement of Calisa's punishment from the Queen.

"Yes..." Satira answers shortly. Another pause, as Satira bites her lips nervously, her hands still playing with the fabric of her dress.

There is a long moment of silence before Rennar speaks once more, taking that time to carefully study her younger sister, "If you have something to say to me Satira, you know you can say it." While her own uncertainty comes out as well, she attempts to be reassuring and supportive of her sister.

"I..." Satira begins slowly, then continues after yet another pause: "I've talked to Calisa before she left..."

There is another moment of silence that comes from Rennar. She turns her eyes away from Satira, hiding her expression, as she moves to gaze more at the flowers again. "And...?" She asks in a quiet, reserved manner.

"She wanted me to talk to you" Satira says softly, finally looking up at her sister although her hands still nervously clutch the fabric of her dress.

"Talk to me?" Rennar prompts, a touch of confusion entering her voice. She does not look back at Satira, attempting to keep her expression from showing her too much conflicting emotion.

"Yes" comes the simple answer back. "She wanted me to tell you something..."

"And what did she want you to tell me?" Rennar inquires lightly, folding her hands in her lap as she listens to Satira.

Satira hesitates again, then says "She didn't say... couldn't say... But I know what she wanted... and you do too..."

Rennar rises to her feet and walks away from Satira, "I have nothing I wish to say to her." Her voice hardens a bit, though not harshly so. It is more of a finality of things. "Calisa chose her path, and now must live with her choice."

"She didn't!" Satira calls after her sister. "She was forced to do it... and you know it!" her voice, that started loud, slowly looses it's strength as she continues to talk, "...and she did everything she could to take it back, but now, because of you, she's gone.. maybe forever..."

Satira's words cause Rennar to turn around, "And you are telling me that, if forced, you'd make the same vows... you'd turn your soul over to the Dark One?" Now, Rennar's gaze hardens somewhat, all emotion cast aside to form a mask that is unreadable and unpenetrable. "I did not force her hand, Satira. I did not make her swear those Oaths. She had a choice. She chose her path, no matter how she was guided to it."

"She would have died! You wanted her to die!" Satira almost shouts. She stands up, although takes no steps toward her sister. "No one should want her sister to die!" she continues to call after her sister, her voice becoming angrier and more full of pain "Calisa wouldn't hurt us, but you still wanted her to die! that makes YOU the darkfriend! only darkfriends want their family dead!" near the end of her words, her voice begins to termble and tears begin to form in the girl's eyes, but she still forces herself to keep looking at her sister.

"Did I?" Rennar returns calmly. "Do you not think that if I wanted her to die, I would have pressed for the Queen to go with that instead of the punishment she chose? It would have been well within her right to have sent Calisa to the headsman's block." She pauses her words, carefully observing Satira, "I would have died before giving my life over to the Dark." And in speaking those words, the meaning behind them and the passion which is within Rennar's voice speaks the truth for her. She would have done that. "No matter how much I would have wanted to live, I would /never/ live that way. If you truly believe me a Darkfriend, and hate me so vilely, I can arrange for you to live within the palace, or with cousins." As she speaks this, she turns away from Satira, moving further within the gardens. Likely, Satira's words hurt her, and she does not want her younger sister to see this, making the compromise instead.

"I wouldn't want you to die..." Satira calls after her sister, although her voice is now weak so it barely carries, "and I didn't want Calisa to die... she had no choice... and instead of helping, you just made it worse!" she turns away from her sister as well, and starts walking - although her current direction will lead her nowhere but deeper into the garden. Probably more a symbolic act than anything else.

"Her becoming a Darkfriend was inevitable." Rennar speaks, her voice holding a vast certainty. "Nothing could have stopped her from making that choice. I would not have her live in this House, corrupting those that I love. She rescinded her vows publically, but do you know that she truly meant them. Do you really think, that if ordered to kill you, or I, she would have any choice in the matter? Or, to cause any of us harm?"

"Calisa would never hurt me!" Satira says, pausing just enough to yell that toward her sister, before running away. where? wherever.

"Perhaps... though if she does not, others could." And in that, there is a sadness to her voice. "What Calisa will not do, others above her surely would. And if she refuses to do something, we are in danger. She did that to us, put us in that spot of danger." Her words might be heard as Satira runs away, though she makes no move to follow the young girl. She seems helpless to do anything to ease her sister's troubles, her hatred of herself.

Satira goes home.

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