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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Knowing this information Waiola couldn't wait to inform Isolde, this information is important, there is a child with Nevermere blood in their system. That Kelder wanted to show Isolde up and prove that she was leading Cambria is the wrong direction. She need to inform her. Plus they talked about the All-mother, she knows that she needs to keep the priestess informed at all cost.
She went to where she know Isolde would be. She knocked to let her presence known and waited to be let in she was priestess after all she have to show her the respect she needed, she deserve. After all she was the access she has to the All-mother. Once she was allowed in she showed her respect. "Priestess I am sorry to disturb you at this hour, but I have importantent information that you should hear and it cannot wait till more suitable hours."
The courtyard of the Sanctum was lit by torchlight. Isolde was training, swiping with a spear in meditative rhythm. One, two, three. It was comforting to train, to let her mind drop into the physical rather than the spiritual.
Zemirah, her daughter, stepped into the courtyard. Isolde continued for a moment, following the sequence of slashed through while the sanctum guardian waited patiently. Once finished, Isolde turned to her daughter to hear what she had to say.
“Waiola for you, Mother.” Isolde raised and eyebrow, curious as to why the healer would come for her at this late hour, but inclined head in agreement. Waiola entered, launching immediately into what she had to say and just as immediately capturing the Priestess’s attention.
“Come with me, my child where we can speak privately.” Isolde motioned for Waiola to follow. The priestess would do so in silence, winding up the staircase to her tower until they reached the top. Isolde started to shed her bracers and helmet.
“What is of such urgency, my child?” Isolde’s tone was smooth and loving, just as it was with all of her daughters.
Waiola waited for Isolde to appear there was a slight rage for wait she heard in her heart this. Her eyes was soft however when Isolde shows, she couldn't keep her mouth closed. She nodded when she was asked to follow "Yes Priestess." She know she was just a healer like her hands where better at healing the wounded but being here felt relaxing. being in the presence of such an amazing was knowledge for her at least that she was doing the right thing.
"I overheard Kelder speak, her daughter, is half-nevermere, She also spoke about exposing you for a wrench that you are." There is slight anger in her voice. "She spoke poorly of the all-mother. I had to inform you before she tries anything." She trying to stay calm and compose.
Isolde was laying her weapon gently on its rack when she froze. Just for a moment, but long enough to betray that Waiola had the priestess’s full attention. She turned to Waiola, face serene and loving but eyes full of bitterness.
She was a warrior and a healer she take a deep breath. "I didn't hear a plan of what she going to do but i heard her tell her sister that if they go after her to be ready. That her girls know the plan. I was going to listen out for more information. However, before I could gather more information her oldest daughter came out. I couldn't risk being outed before informing you my priestess." She was kneeling looking at the priestess in front of her.
Be ready. Ready for what? Kelder had no enemies she had no made herself. She’d conjured them out of thin air; turned the natural order upside down so that the All-Mother might be made a villain. Isolde’s heart had already been broken by it. Now, it was hardening into stone.
“You acted wisely, child,” Isolde said, sitting down beside Wailoa, looking distant. She was silent for a moment, and then said in a soft, sorrowful voice, “I used to be a healer like you.” She turned her eyes to Wailoa, full of affection. “I learned a long time ago that there is no healing without pain. Sometimes to heal a bone you have to break it again to set it. I fear that is what must come for our Kelder.”
Waiola sat and watched Isolde sat down beside her. Her eyes soften. "If breaking a bone is what must come to Kelder then, that what come of her. I won't let anything happened to you." Waiola hated that Isolde was made to feel like this. There was a part of her that is looking forward to see Kelder break cause nobody mess with Isolde and the All-mother. She was that sort of healer that if somebody mess with her they will know about it. So to mess with Isolde would be a lot.
"I don't want to leave you alone." Her eyes looks at the woman in front of her she wanting to know she was safe.
Isolde smiled; a warm, affectionate smile that lit up her eyes. For all their strength, some of her daughters could be so tender. The priestess reached out her hand and gently caressed Waiola’s cheek.
“We are never alone, my child,” Isolde murmured, maternal gaze fixed lovingly on her, “The All-Mother is with us, and she will see justice done.” Isolde dropped her hand to squeeze Waiola’s.
When Isolde started to caressed her cheek she closed her eyes and lean into it softly. Even with the stregth of 10 men there nothing like a woman's touch there was a smile on her face.
Softly opening her eyes as she looked at the woman in front of her, "I just dedicated to you, to the all-mother." Holding her hand and with her free hand if the Isolde let her. "I will do anything to keep that smile on your face and make you proud."
Isolde’s smile widened, the maternal sparkle kindling in her eyes. “Stay to the path set for you, child,” Isolde said, “Follow it, and you will never be lost.” She squeezed Waiola’s hand before standing.
“Come, let me show you something.” If Waiola would follow, Isolde would start making her way up toward a chest, rifling through it.
Squeezing Isolde hand back looking at her with affection and care she looked up to the priestess in all that she does for the women of Cambria. When she asked her to follow. She nodded as she stood up and followed her to where she would take her. She was intrigued by what was in the chest wanting to know what Isolde wanted to show her. Her soft blue eyes drift between the priestess and the chest waiting patiently.
After a moment, Isolde brought out a rolled piece of leather that was in good condition but clearly well-loved. She took it over to a nearby table and unrolled it like a long tongue. Attached to it was all manner of healing instruments: rolled cord made out of stretched intestines. A sharp, thin needle made out of polished bone. A variety of carved wooden vials and pocked of dried herbs.
“I remember when this was given to me,” Isolde said, lovingly running her fingers across the items in front of her, “I carried it everywhere as one of my most cherished possessions. A shame that something so dear would fall into disuse…” She rolled the leather up again and held it out to Waiola.
“A true heart is rewarded, Wailoa. I trust if any of your other sisters go astray, you will continue to do what is right.”
when she saw what Isolde brought out her eyes widen with awe "These are such fine work of exquisite piece of art that I have ever set eyes on." She smiled softly." Her eyes traced the detail simplicity. like a feather was gliding over each one. She softly take the leather for mother's arms."I will take great pride in such beaty." There was a happy tear in her eye. "Can we pray to the all mother please?"
Isolde smiled, eyes sparkling with motherly love. “Of course, my child. Always.” She motioned for Waiola to follow. Isolde would arrive at her altar, a beautiful thing covered with all manner of herbs, skulls, talismans, and trinkets. Isolde took two pieces of flint and struck them so that sparks would fall into a carved stone bowl filled with black powder and ground dried leaves. The powder caught and burned quickly, while the leaves caught and smoldered, releasing their perfume.
Isolde would hold out her hand for Waiola to take. If she did, Isolde would begin to chant, voice slipping occasionally into the cadence of a song in the ancient tongue.