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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Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 13, 2022 14:56:00 GMT -5
Magda dipped her head in agreement. Catrin’s point was well taken. The women of Coheed had their own brand of suffering, one that many of Nevermere could not begin to comprehend. Her eyes drifted to Hedda once more contemplating Catrin’s words.
“I rather hope to raise her in a blend of both,” Magda said as she watched Hedda, “Women of Coheed have strength in them that many women of Nevermere do not. Many…but not all.” She looked back to Catrin with sharp eyes. There was more frankness in her manner now, devoid of the coquettish theatre she put on for men.
“Highly supportive, yes,” Magda answered decisively, “You’ll find Rian a very reasonable man. He looks not to the past, but to the future. If Coheed is to stand on its own two feet, stronger than ever before, it will need fine warriors. Both men and women.”
She felt comfortable speaking for Rian. No, she hadn’t used her ring on him yet, but that didn’t mean she was above it.
Catrin frowned, utterly unconvinced. The only Nevermeran women she had met were soldiers that had been sent to Coheed and they all embodied the strength she wished to see within herself and her own warriors. She had never seen anything to indicate Coheed women could be stronger than Nevermeran women.
But Magda's response about Rian was more interesting to her. She looked to Magda, studying her closely before nodding once. "Good, I am glad. Perhaps you could push him to join in our training sometime. Kaalim was going to... before. We thought it would help the women become less afraid of the men, and show the men that they needed to start treating us as equals."
She sighed, "And I do not just mean as warriors. Some of the women do not spend as much time training as they should because they are too busy taking care of their homes and cooking their meals. The men must start assisting in those duties so that all have the time needed for training. It will be the hardest obstacle to overcome."
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Post by Magda Ivanova on Nov 18, 2022 15:37:50 GMT -5
Magda listened, not leading Catrin towards her opinion one way or another. Equality of the sexes: now there was a tall order if Magda ever heard one. Even Nevermere, where women were afforded more opportunities than other places by virtue of their witchcraft, had yet to achieve such a thing. But yet Magda listened, taking the ideal for what it was—an ideal.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Magda said, “Perhaps as in Nevermere, there may be those interested in being employed to care for warrior’s children. They do such things in Nevermere, so long as you can afford them.”
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Catrin nodded once, taking Magda's words for what they were. That's all any of them could do, was try their best. The problem was that there were too many not trying at all. Sighing deeply through her nose, she watched Hedda for a bit quietly, stewing on their predicament.
"Well, perhaps the fate of Coheed women rests on her generation's shoulders. They, along with the son's of Coheed, will need to be raised to know better." There was an undertone of bitterness to her voice, accompanied by an angry frown. She had wanted to be the salvation of Coheed's women, but she had begun to understand not many of them wanted that salvation. It was an uphill battle and she was only one woman.
Post by Magda Ivanova on Dec 20, 2022 14:23:29 GMT -5
Magda watched the woman, not with sympathy but with full attention. She was listening, which is more than she supposed the women of Coheed had been afforded all these years. They deserved more—much more—and Magda perhaps owed it to her sex to do her part to try. Ultimately, her own self-preservation would come before everything, but if were possible to do some good along the way, to build the kind of Coheed she’d want to see, then Magda would try,
“I hope that they’re up for the task,” Magda said, eyes going to Hedda who continued to struggle. It was her turn to frown, a grimace at Hedda’s weakness, one that was gone by the time she turned back to Catrin. “I won’t distract you any further. I cannot speak as a woman of Coheed, but I will speak on behalf of my husband to say…thank you. For your service. It will not go unrecognized or unsupported.”
And Magda meant it. So long as they had the Parabolti’s loyalty, they’d have hers in so far as she could give it.
Catrin remained silent for a moment, studying Magda's face, looking for something that would give her reason to doubt this outsider. This woman who grew up knowing more and could never possibly understand their plight. But she saw only determination and truth, so she finally nodded her head.
"Thank you," was all she offered before nodding her head towards Hedda, "She is more than welcome at our full Parabolti training sessions. Otherwise, I am out here every day around the same time. It will not be a bother to me to assist in training her." She would wait for Magda's response before nodding a farewell. She had had enough for the day and only wanted solitude.