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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Indira had received news from home that her sister had finally returned from Cambria! Indie wasn't due back from Arynn Frey for another couple of weeks but she made arrangements to switch up her schedule so she could come home sooner to see her sister. They had hardly heard a word, if any, from Sabine during her time away and though Indie was pretty distracted with her work in Arynn Frey as minister of foreign affairs, she had definitely worried about her sister and the illness she knew she was recovering from.
About a week after Sabine's return Indira was able to finally make it home. Indira still lived in the family home. With Nicholas being such an absent husband and father, she often needed her parents help with her daughter and it was just easier to stay there rather than trying to find a residence of her own. Her father greeted her at the door and Indie hurried in, Jovi at her side. The 6 year old's eyes were lit up with excitement to see her aunt again, though she was pretty intimidated by the woman usually.
"Where is she?" Indira asked, anxious to see her sister for herself.
Post by Sabine Ringhal on Jul 6, 2024 1:25:34 GMT -5
It was a relief to be home. How long had she spent dreaming of her own bed, and some kind, familiar faces when she was back in Cambria, convinced that she was living her last few hours? It had seemed as if there was nowhere else in the world that she would rather have been than her childhood home with her parents.
Now that she was here though, it was from the very same faces that she had longed so desperately to see that Sabine had found herself attempting to shelter herself from. It wasn't that she found them to be bothersome nuisances, more of a case that they worried about her, and that plainly wasn't something which the former king's witch wanted. She wished to be the same, strong, resilient young woman who had made them so proud all those years ago, not some helpless bedridden cripple - although she knew that she would recover eventually. So she claimed that she didn't need anything other than to be given a bit of time to pull herself together.
Indira would inevitably be directed towards her sister by their parents. Sabine hadn't really left her old childhood bedroom. She would be waiting in there. The younger of the two sisters would be encouraged to knock before entering, just to announce her presence.
Post by Indira Beaumont on Jul 9, 2024 13:16:22 GMT -5
As she was told that her sister was in her childhood bedroom it brought back a flood of memories from when they were kids. She left Jovi with her parents, she'd let the girl see her aunt soon but she wanted to see her first without having to worry about the bouncy energy of her little girl.
When she reached Sabine's door she found herself hesitating. She was anxious to see her but a little nervous for what she might see. Still, she wasn't about to let that stop her. She knocked on the door before opening it a crack. "Hey, it's Indie," she said before waiting a second and fully opening the door to step inside.
Post by Sabine Ringhal on Jul 11, 2024 1:35:18 GMT -5
Sabine had been in a state of semi-conscious dozing, not quite decided if she was going to actually close her eyes and sleep or not when Indira came to knock. It was enough to decide her on remaining awake. She let out a slight gasp. It felt like forever since she had last seen her little sister. Indeed, she couldn't remember when it had last been that they had stood in a room together. This made for a terrible reunion.
In the few seconds that the former king's witch had at her disposal, before Indira poked her head in, Sabine had at the very least managed to sit herself up somewhat, and dust herself down so that she didn't quite look as pale, and pathetic as she might otherwise have done. "Come in." She would call out. In an effort to make things appear at least somewhat normal, the woman continued fairly promptly afterwards: "It's been a while."
Post by Indira Beaumont on Jul 19, 2024 11:35:19 GMT -5
Tears welled in Indira's eyes as she laid eyes on her sister after so long apart. The tears were not for how ill she looked though, but simply for being able to see her sister again. She moved swiftly to the bed, sitting down on the side and wrapped her arms around Sabine. Perhaps her sister would be annoyed with her but she didn't care, she was just so glad to know she was home and safe and recovering.
"Too long," she murmured against her sister's neck before she released her from the hug and sat back with a soft smile. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you got home, but I'm so glad I'm here now and that you're home. I've missed you," she admitted, a little guilty smile on her lips as if missing her sister might be perceived as some kind of weakness.
Post by Sabine Ringhal on Jul 22, 2024 1:22:03 GMT -5
Indira has always been the more emotional of the two sisters. Sabine tended to be, perhaps not above such things, but certainly less capable of them. At times, the elder of the two had always assumed that it was something which served her well on the whole. Emotions were funny things, easily capable of overruling good judgement. Although, from time to time, the former king's witch certainly wished that she had a better connection with her own. She wished that she was capable of articulating the relief, and joy which came from being faced with a sister she had assumed that she might never see again.
As Indira pulled away, Sabine would straighten herself, making some effort to sit up rather than lay prone in the bed as she had been for the past few days. "I did too." The older of the two sisters was reluctant to allow things to stagnate, least she be asked about her health. "And what of you? What have you been doing whilst I was away?"
Post by Indira Beaumont on Aug 16, 2024 11:56:03 GMT -5
"I've spent most of that time in Arynn Frey, working as minister there. It's been exciting to get to know a new place even though I miss home. It's so different there. Very sunny," she said as a little joke. "I think it's going well. I take Jovie sometimes and she's been enjoying that. We haven't seen Nicholas in a while but I won't be surprised if he pops back up again soon. It always goes in cycles you know..."
Post by Sabine Ringhal on Aug 17, 2024 1:28:47 GMT -5
The elder of the sisters would manage a smile at the mention of her sister's job. "It's good that you've found a calling." It struck her then that things had more or less, inversed for them. Now, it was Sabine who found herself without much title nor purpose.
Sabine could have reached her last gasp, with a lance through her belly, she would still have wrinkled her nose in disgust at the mention of her brother-in-law. "He isn't worth your time. Never has been." She would have had more to say about the matter, were it not for the fact that her disease had left her a little too weak to reasonably get upset for long periods about such things.
Last Edit: Aug 17, 2024 1:28:59 GMT -5 by Sabine Ringhal
Post by Indira Beaumont on Sept 6, 2024 17:06:58 GMT -5
Indie gave her sister a sad smile and a little shrug. "He was once," she countered softly. When they had first been married they had been quite the pair. He doted on her like she could have never dreamed for herself. They had been so happy. It had changed so suddenly that sometimes it was still shock. The Nicholas she had married wasn't the same one who darkened her doorstep now.
But she shook the thought off and turned her attention back to her sister. "What will you do now? Once you recover?" she asked, her sister always seemed to have a plan, certainly she had something up her sleeve for when she came back into society.