Characters: Micah, Quina, Arrina, Celeste
Location: Grounds - Mandrake Manor - Amber City
Location: Private Room - Mandrake Manor - Amber City
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Behind the gated wall, the grounds of Mandrake Manor spread out in an
even carpet of green. The path from the gate to the house is paved
with flagstones, maintained well but not perfectly - a few places
looking to have been recently relaid with new stone. The entire
expanse of the sprawling lawn on either side of the stone-laid pathway
is well tended with a thick carpet of grass. About the manor are seen
recent signs of renovations and repair. Freshly laid stone along the
walls, newly planted landscaping which are careful to leave little
cover from the eyes of guards in black and gold who regularly patrol
the grounds. The house itself is a wide, two-story affair, spread low
across the land and marked by a portico around the lower level, and
balconies up above, topped with a clay tile roof of earthy red. The
house too looks to be recently restored to it's former glory, fresh
carpentry, plaster, and paint make the house look nearly brand new and
speak of loving restoration.
The flagstone path leads north to the manor itself, and one can also
stroll along the porch, or go around back to the gardens.
--[ lhelp ]--------------------------------------[
The weather is... cloudy, but no snow falls here as of yet. The time is a couple hours shy if lunch time. Micah's about, working over in the pavillian thing where his forge is. The sound of metal on super hot metal can be heard within, and the sides are up so he can be seen, even. The hammer comes down on the metal with a regular staccato of sound and motion. He nominally faces the gates. More or less.
Before going, Quina walks over to one wall of the lodge. There, leaning with its head down is a quite large one-sided axe. She picks it up, rests it against one shoulder, then takes the Trump ride. From wherever Lucian was, it's a much shorter trip to the manor. She's in the lead as she and Arina head onto the grounds.
Walking alongside Quina, Arrina still has her gear from the woods... pack, bow, quiver of arrows and sword under her cloak. Dark eyes scan the grounds, wary for something.
Micah glances up from what he's doing as the two women appear. He quenches the piece of metal he's banging on, and sets it aside. He wears a heavy leather apron and thick gloves as a concession to the flying sparks that tend to go everywhere when he's working. There appears to be no sign of Celeste.
The axe still resting on her shoulder and a weighted pack on her back, Quina looks around the grounds for a moment for anyone who might be helpful. Micah being right there at the forge seems it, and she heads towards him. She nods one to him, once they get nearer. "Celeste?"
Coming to a stop next to Quina, Arrina looks over Micah and gives him a nod, but she lets the other woman do the speaking... if you can call it that.
Micah is the one who'd sent the note out, so it seems a natural progression. Though, this is the first time they've actually met. He nods toward the House. "In there somewhere, I would imagine." He pulls those heavy gloves off, and tosses them into a bin. "Resting, most likely. Who are you two, anyway? Don't think we've met. I'm Micah." He seems a friendly enough sort, and his eyes sparkle with good humor.
Quina looks entirely calm, but she also looks entirely without humor at the moment. "A pleasure to finally meet you." she replies. I'm Quina. This is Arrina." She considers, then says "It might be best for someone to let Celeste know I'm on my way to see her. Someone family." Her expression suggests she means Micah.
The talking is still being handled by the two others, so Arrina merely contents herself with a little smile and a nod to agree with Quina on the pleasure of meeting part. At the suggestion that Cel be given fair warning, though, her eyebrow raises in an amused point.
"Ahh. It's good to finally meet you too. More family is always welcome," says Micah in reply. He doesn't seem daunted by the lack of Quina's humor at all. He seems a bundle of energy and good humor, though the energy seems well contained. He looks to Arrina and offers her a nod. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well." He looks back to Quina and raises one red tinted brow. He nods a moment later. "As you wish," he says. He strips out of the heavy leather apron and turns to walk toward the house, soon disappearing inside. Off to give Celeste her warning, no doubt.
Celeste is dozing in a bed in a empty room that was being renovated but seemingly been forgotten sense, but there's a bed and a couple chairs.
Micah finds Celeste, in due course, and knocks on the door to give her at least some warning. "Cousin?" He opens the door and sticks his head inside to make sure she's actually /in/ here.
Watching Quina for a moment, Arrina's eyebrow lowers to normal. "You remind me of a murder of crows," she mentions casually.
Celeste tosses a bit and groans. Sleepy Celeste.
Quina considers Arrina for a moment. "In what way?" she asks.
Micah steps on into the room and closes the door behind him. "Quina and Arrina are here to see you," he says. He pauses for a moment. "Quina didn't look particularly happy to be here." Oops.
Celeste doesn't answer, or open her eyes, but goes still. panicked at the news, Celeste's tactic? Play posseum.
"They never actually kill those with whom they are displeased by physically attacking them. They just stare down the transgressing crow until it keels over from fear of what they will do." Arrina glances over to Quina. "Chances are by the time we get to her, Celeste will already have transpired out of fear of what you'll do."
Micah frowns a bit, and his eyes change from the warm hazel to a more golden shade as he looks Celeste over. "Cousin? Are you alright?" Nope, no clue she's playing opossom.
Quina ahhs quietly, but doesn't argue that point. She does say "I got a message from Celeste that suggests I might be required to remove Prince Corwin's head." she explains.
Celeste tries snoring loudly to reassuring her cousin.
At that bit of news, both of Arrina's dark eyebrows shoot up in dark triangles. "Really? For what purpose?"
At that snore, Micah rolls his eyes. "Alright then. I'll just see Quina in now." He turns to walk back toward the door.
Quina replies, her tone still entirely calm "Because there are consequences, to hurting my cousin." She considers, then says "That should be long enough." She turns to head into the house.
Celeste doesn't stop Micah, but her breathing does cease the moment he's out the door.
Arrina's eyes narrow at the reply, but she doesn't say anything. She turns, barely a step behind and to the side of Quina as the women enter the manor.
Micah returns along the path to where he'd left Quina and Arrina, and meets them halfway. "I think she's playing oppossum." He pauses for a moment. She's in here." He turns again, this time back toward the room, and leads the way.
Quina mms quietly. She does not look surprised, and continues towards the room.
Celeste is out, is still, and she doesn't look entirely well but not at all like she had the night previous.
Micah leads the way to the room. He opens the door and steps inside, then to the side. He frowns as he sees how unwell she looks versus five minutes ago, and then sighs. "Cousin, this is unbecoming of you," he states.
There's a snort from Arrina at the playing possum remark, and she gifts Micah with an amused smirk, watching Quina go towards the room. It seems she debates whether or not to follow, then gives a shrug. Removing her bow from her back, she also takes off her cloak and the quiver of arrows, leaving them all on a sofa in the hallway outside the room. If one of the servants happen by, they can take all the stuff to her room.
Quina goes into the room, axe and all. She doesn't comment on Celeste's apparent state or possum-playing, instead walking to the side of the bed and giving her cousin a proper looking over with their Mandrake senses.
Celeste is still, her breath slow and rattling breath showing, that the woman lives. Her living energies are always a hard read between being incredibly bright as she circlates some of the living energies flowing from the vessle, just a tiny tributary but all the same far more than one orgasm normally boasts.
Micah looks over Celeste and shakes his head. He steps back and leans agains the wall, out of the way. "This is how Amy and I found her yesterday," he says to Quina.
Quina's hand tightens briefly on the handle of her axe as she studies Celeste. "I'll go take Corwin's head, then?" She still sounds calm. Maybe too calm. She turns to go.
Micah shakes his head. "Wasn't Corwin's fault. He probably saved her life." He straightens up from the wall. "She didn't want to show weakness in front of him, so held her breath instead of healing herself. Sort of like it seems she's doing right now. He sent a note to the house that she was unwell."
Celeste continues to breeeaaath....rattle....exhale...rattle.
Quina simply turns and goes out, a firm grip on the weapon.
Micah shakes his head at Celeste. "What are you playing at, Cousin?" He sounds half curious and half frustrated, and all worried. He steps up to the bed and pats her on the shoulder. "Feel better. I'll check on you later."
Celeste cracks an eye, "She gone?"
Micah nods. "Yep. She's gone." He pats her shoulder once more and then turns to head from the room himself. "I'll check on you later. I have work to be done." He pauses in the doorway and smiles to her, then slips out of the room and closes the door softly behind him.