The peace that formerly reigned in Terra Nova has eroded, now little more than a memory. War ravages the continent. Disputes divide kingdoms; ideals divide families. The quest for power consumes absolutely and indiscriminately. None are immune to its allure.
Who will rise and who will fall? Only time—and ambition—will tell.
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05.26.2023
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Miriel wasn't in the habit of inviting hosts of people to her home, even her sisters, but sometimes she just needed the company. Izen had been so busy recently, and there were only so many times you could re-arrange the small hut that barely had anything in it. Only so much laundry you could do, and training with the Parabolti still made her worried. So she had invited her half-sister over, her favorite if she had to pick one.
Watching Kell as he crawled around, she was set-up outside, awaiting Eowyn. Usually they would stay in the hut, but seeing as her husband was hardly home she had made a small space among the washing. It was too nice to stay inside and she enjoyed the sun beating down on her face. Certainly her mother would have had a cow at the site, but she wasn't thinking about that. No her son had her attention, and soon her half-sister.
Eowyn ran through the village her dog Enned following, she was a fit of energy but who wouldn't be after some harsh Coheed coffee and a soul still very young chalked to the brim with youthful vigor. She had tucked under her arm a doll made from sticks and hemp strings, it looked like the boys Father, Izen Cyrilson, but a very ill attempt. The doll and her dog wasn't all that came with her, a old black eye was in the ends of it's healing a little gift from a training session from a few days ago. In fact her small frame of a body exposed as it was, she was beautiful and she tended to flaunt it, marked with little bruises from training. She was a hard worker and it often lead her to recklessly put her body on the line, but she had so many reasons.
First reason being the need to impress her Father, as if that'll ever happen at least not until her next birthday when she would be married off. She didn't fear being married, confident that her Mother raised her right like any other woman of Coheed. Eowyn looked forward to it but her only hang up was the very reason she tried helplessly to impress her Father, she wanted to be married to a strong son and warrior of Coheed.
Second, she just wanted to make her Mother proud and to know that Eowyn had been a fine product of her upbringing. That those beatings she endured because Lidda was nothing but a pure soul, to bright for Coheed so like a candle she had been snuffed time and time again, just to relight herself again and again.
Last but not least, she wanted to inspire her sister's everyone of them. That started by always being there so when she was invited by @miriel Eowyn didn't hesitate. Coming upon her sister and nephew she offered a bright smile as she came to a quick halt, "Sissy! Kell! How goes it?"
Enned passed right by Kell, tail wagging as he went straight to Miriel attempting to lick her to death.
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The bounding dog took her attention away from her sister. Smiling as his front paws jumped onto her legs to get closer. "Good boy Enned." Eowyn was really doing a great job training him. It would help when she had kids. She did wish her mother had let her do something of the sort, certainly the beautiful eyes looking up at her would have been a welcome break.
Clicking her tongue, Miriel noticed the black eye when she straightened. She had seen it happen during the training but she hadn't realized it would blossom into something so.... obvious. And it looked painful, and certainly she wouldn't have been able to stride at confidently as her half-sister. Eowyn was a bad-ass.
"Your face Eowyn!" Rushing over she put a hand to her face if her sister would allow it. "I could mix something up to cover it. But it looks scary cool." She had plenty experience covering things up. Crushing the right things, mixing the right things, it could cover up any mark.
Eowyn didn't recoil at the touch of her sister, maybe if it had been a man she might have flinched or her Dad she woukd have looked down in submission, but she only smiled slipping a hand over her sister's. She looked her in the eyes always the strong daughter of Lidda, "It's fine, doesn't even hurt," Eowyn had always managed to wear her bruises proudly because she'd seen her brothers do the same, why not?
She smirked, "You should see the other one," she winked and gave @miriel a quick kiss on the head before turning to stalk over to Kell, "what would you say if your auntie spoiled you a little?"
Sighing, Miriel nodded her head, even managing to laugh a little at her sisters joke. She worried about @eowyn, the youngest of them all. Certainly far stronger than she ever was or would be thought. "I'm sure you made them pay." Maybe she'd be like that someday, but for now the others could handle that.
"He's been starting to walk, Izen seems proud of him." Watching her sister and her son, she would make sure that there wasn't too much spoiling happening. Boys were meant to be strong, not soft, even if they were only children. That didn't mean she sometimes wished he'd slow down a little sometimes.
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"Walking already! Oh why wouldn't Izen be anything less than proud," Eowyn proclaimed proudly herself as she flexed her own muscles for Kell, "You are going to be a very strong warrior one day little man, and when you get older you'll fight alongside your Aunties and Momma," Kell smiled looking up at Eowyn just as she scooped him up and tossed him lightly into the air and catching him just as nimbly. She blew kisses into the soft belly a few times before resting the boy on her hip.
It was clearly something she couldn't hide anymore, the longing for a child and a husband. Eowyn knew that soon after her next birthday that she would be married off, "How...how is Izen? With you and the boy?" He was the brother of their Chieftain and Eowyn's brother in law, she had her own picture of their relationship but she didn't know how Miriel felt, being just the pair she thought freely among the other sisters to speak as such.
Miriel nodded her head, knowing what her sister was saying was correct. Still marriage wasn't exactly what she had taught it would be. That was a good thing in some ways, like not getting smacked around. But the absence of love? That wasn't something she had expected. "Of course. He'll be far better than I am." Smiling at Kell and Eowyn, she was sure both of them would be far stronger than she was.
"Izen is an amazing husband. He is kind and strong all at once." Miriel wasn't surprised her sister was asking. It was only a matter of time at this point before their father finally picked the man for her. "And I've got some rather good news as well." Her hand touched her belly and she smiled up at Eowyn, sure she'd understand the meeting.
Eowyn knew exactly what Miriel meant with the gesture of touching her belly and a bright smile spread over her face, "Oh...," she quietened down as she walked over to her sister, "my...god, really? congratulations," and if her sister let her she'd touch her sister tummy gently, "does he know? am i the first? ahhh!"
While she was totally excited for Miriel Eowyn couldn't help but think of her pending day of when she would be married and bearing children, it was all a collective of emotions that fought for understanding. Happiness. Strife. Pain. Fear. Love. Sacrifice of perhaps her true self.
Miriel shook her head, smacking her sisters arm. "Of course Izen knew first." Certainly she wouldn't be a good wife if she had done anything else. And if Miriel was anything, it was a good wife. "But you are second, well unless you count Kell, which I don't think he does." Technically Kell was first actually, she often spoke to her little one, even if he couldn't talk back.
"Okay? What do you mean Eowyn?" Looking at her sister she lifted her chin to look at her in the eyes. One black eye still throwing her off, but wondering if there was something going on with her half-sister.
"Second is good," she beamed proudly as she faltered in knowing what she meant by asking Miriel if she was 'okay', searching her sister's face she finally shrugged, "...he isn't like Dad is he? Like some other men," and she hoped her sister knew what she meant without really giving details, "I just want you to be treated right, Coheed is new and we, women, the first Parabolti should be treated just that way. We are going to be proud warriors. I don't want to be married to some asshole, I want a man who is a warrior and will be proud of me..."
Miriel nodded her head, smiling reassuringly. "No, Izen isn't like dad." Taking a breath she looked around, knowing they were alone but looking around all the same. She wasn't supposed to share details of her marriage, but Eowyn needed some reassurance and she would help. "He hasn't hit me once, or Kell." Beaming it was something that was still surprising her to this day, even still flinching when his voice raised despite knowing she wasn't about to go through her childhood again.
"Father will match you well. You're the baby after all." Her smile didn't waver, despite the thought of their father just looking at the highest bidder. Considering some of her sisters matches she considered herself lucky, but she was going to stay optimistic about Eowyn's match.
Eowyn blushed when she said it but it still poured out of her mouth with that faint reminder of just how young she is which was still giggles when things came out, "you probably got the best husband, he's so.... like.. hot...I think I saw him...eat...a whole...boar... and he's muscular he just," still not blushing Eowyn did realize she was almost fanning herself so she looked apologetically at Miriel, "but whatever, sorry. You got a good one....dodged the bullet with the 'broken' brother," meaning Rian, "or with," she used her hands to show something meaning huge by expanding them out from one another, she meant the Chieftain by this gesture but if what size on the man she meant that was left unclear.
However in the back of her mind Eowyn found herself suddenly thinking about her future marriage date, what Miriel said and what Eowyn heard were two different things: she heard she was the youngest and it wasn't just about being anything other than an ante up for dear old Dad ... she didn't feel like she was just a thing to trade off and make her Father wealthier. She wanted him to see that he was giving a strong husband a strong wife, a warrior wife.
"Yeah and I'm pretty cute too," she suddenly covered her insecurities with humor and exuding the confidence of her Mother appearing absolutely fine for Miriel, "I'm sure I will be fine."
Blushing with her sister, Miriel smacked her arm, but it wasn't with any force and she was laughing. "Wyn!" Her hair covered her face, hand over her mouth. Especially since she looked around and giggled. "He's amazing, and I'm his." It was something that she was incredibly happy about, and she counted her lucky stars everyday he had decided to look for another wife when he did. A man that beat her like her mother and brothers had was the last man she would want near her son. Not that it ever would have been her choice.
"The cheiftan would be an honor Eowyn." And she figured he must have a pretty impressive... way about him considering how happy all his wives always seemed. Her sister would fit well she thought, but she thought any man would be lucky to have her. Far smarter and more skilled with a knife than she ever would be. Plus the whole dog training thing? "You're the perfect package. I'm sure there is already a bidding war brewing."
That was a thought that delighted her, clapping her hands together in excitement at the prospect. "The ceremony is fun too. I was so nervous but it's exhilarating." Fulfilling her purpose in life, at least the one she'd been told to have.
Eowyn blushed and shook her head, "A bidding war for me? No way," she stuttered waving her hands, "And oh my gods the ceremony? I hadn't even thought about that...it..it isn't weird being in front of all of those..people?"
She pushed some curls out of her face, it was written all over her face the millions of things going on in her head. She looked out towards the direction of the sea a smile breaking slightly over her face, "I always thought about...Rael Quinnson ...a sea faring warrior like him, he looks so free being on the boats and away from home...plus he's," she whistled which made Enned turn his head, "soooo fine."
Still blushing, Miriel shook her head, her hair falling to cover her face as she figured out how to answer her sister. She couldn't just say that it had been the most perfect sex ever, everything she had pictured it to be with her husband. "I thought it would be to, but it was everything we've prepared for. And he was claiming me, it was... I don't know, you'll get it when you feel it." Because you felt a lot of things that day, and she only wished the same for her sister. Well not quite the same, she was still a little selfish in that way, something that had rubbed off from her mother.
Giggling, she wasn't sure how Eowyn could be so confident. "Wyn!!" Hitting her sisters arm for the second time she was having a hard time getting the redness to recede from her cheeks. "Has he taken a wife recently? Maybe the Chieftain will ask him to." Certainly he would be a fool not to consider her sister.