[Nexus][Musical Plot]When in Verenoth...

[Quinsar]

In the old country of Verenoth, all things are dictated by tradition. Just like they have been for as long as anyone can remember. In the fall they have a harvest festival, in the spring they celebrate the blossoming of the Trali. But most importantly, the heir to the Verenothian throne marries the highest female member of the Heliosian church when he reaches the age of twenty. Now it was Quinsar's turn, and, for the first time in thousand of years, tradition had been broken. Quinsar was the Emperor's only son, and he was a military genius, leading battles to victory many people thought would be sure defeats. Because of a grand crusade Quinsar decided to lead, he had not been married at the age of twenty, and was now twenty-eight. Quinsar was shy, and quiet. The only time he was seen was with his father, and he never spoke to the people. It seemed to many he didn't want to grow up and take the throne, and instead stay with the army. Finally he was forced to marry, the oracle of the Heliosian church, Carrie. Today was the wedding. The big wedding.

Quinsar was in private, preparing for the events. Carrie has her own dressing room. After dressing, Quinsar steps out onto his balcony, a frown on his face, and sings this. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfwsxoo_FL8)
So here I am
doing everything I can
holding on to what I am
pretending I'm a superman
I'm trying to keep
the ground on my feet
it seems the world's
falling down around me
the nights are all long
I'm singing this song
to try and make the answers
more than maybe

and I'm so confused
about what to do
sometimes I want
to throw it all away

so here I am
looking older all the time
growing older all the time
feeling younger in my mind

I'm trying to sleep
I lost count of the sheep
my mind is racing faster
every minute
what could I do more
yeah I'm really not sure
I know I'm running circles
but I can't quit

and I'm so confused
about what to do
sometimes I want to
throw it all away
controlling everything in site


I'm feeling weak
I don't feel right
you're telling me
I have to change
telling me to act my age
but if all that I can do
is just sit and watch time go
then I'll have to say good bye
life's too short to watch it fly
watch it fly

[Beans]

D'aww.

Carrie finishes dressing (assuming this is in an Ancient Rome-like timeframe, it'd be some sort of... well, I sort of guess there's always been swooshy dresses...) and waves away the attendants.
A sigh. She looks into the mirror again; she's a pretty thing, eyes pale green and hair like white gold, but the incense has been harsh on her. She prays she doesn't get one of her spasms during the ceremony.
She hears a voice; it's faint, but it's there.
She wonders whose that is.

She hears a lot of her own voice. Speaking to the people who come to her for her divinations.
I just want this over and done before... before... She sighs.

[Quinsar]

It's like ancient greece, with more red and gold.
There's a kncok on Carrie's door.

[Beans]

She turns.
Yes?

[Quinsar]

I-it's your time to go, Tlau...
Tlau is a term to refer to religious figures.

[Beans]

Lord Helios, you know how I appreciate the gate in my mind that leads to your words, the gate that is opened by the incense. I accept the spasms as my cross to bear. But please, please don't let me have a spasm during this wedding.
Your will be done.

... Time to go.
She steps out, wishing she had her divination stones in her hand right now.

[Quinsar]

The woman will lead her to a huuuuuge hall, decorated with the inest flowers and wreaths. Hundreds of people are in attendance, and music is playing. She's urged down the aisle.

[Beans]

She goes down the aisle, little sparks of pain dancing in her shoulders and back. She ignores them and continues.

[Quinsar]

A few minutes after her comes Quinsar. He's pale and thing. he looks nothing like a warrior prince...
http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1010/d08/1941/bfec831.png
He walks slowly dow the aisle, cloak fluttering. he doesn't meet Carrie's eyes with his own. The hall fills with applause.

[Beans]

Carrie tries to keep her eyes off the girls.
She tries to think about her husband-to-be, but realizes that she barely knows him.
Once he came to her before his great crusade... but that was long, long ago...

[Quinsar]

He arrives at the altar, and forces a smile at her...
Hi...

[Beans]

Hi.
Shh now.

[Quinsar]

He nods. And the ceremonies begin!

[Beans]

Carrie knows them by heart and any mistake will merit a tiny, awful movement of the muscle just below her left eye.
The makeup on her face hides the scar from an assassination attempt.
She got away with a cut down the side of her face by her eye. The heretic had the honor of oracular strangulation.

She tries to keep her bridegroom on task.

[Quinsar]

It comes to the end part... No asking. Just kiss.
And now, thy holy marriage will be sealed witha kiss to bind you together forever...

[Beans]

She turns to him.
Imagine he's a girl. It'll be okay.
It'll be okay.
She echoes the tail end of her thought to him.

[Quinsar]

He is quite feminine and petite...
He smiles and will kiss her.

[Beans]

She kisses back, wondering what this person is like when the crowd isn't watching.

[Quinsar]

THe crowd cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeers!

[Beans]

She lets it end.
... You opened your eyes and he looks slightly masculine now. Curses.

[Quinsar]

He smiles a bit.
I-I have a chariot ready for us...
They are meant to... leave after the ceremony, no party...

[Beans]

Okay.
... Let's get to it with as much speed as pomp and circumstance will allow, please.
She feels a spasm coming on.

[Quinsar]

He nods and will lead her out.

[Beans]

When they get in, she'll twitch under her eye.
I'm sorry that this is how our marriage begins, but---gah!
She falls to her knees, shoulders and hands spasming erratically.
Sorry---s-sorry---so-sagghhh---

[Quinsar]

He'll make sure she doesn't hurt herself...

[Beans]

She looks up at him when it's over.
... Thanks.
She stands, smiling unsurely.
I suppose that, since we're married, we might as well get to know each other...
Even in context, that's one of the least-happy things I have ever typed.

[Quinsar]

Yeah... I'll take us home then make dinner...? We can talk over that...

[Beans]

... You cook?
... Then again, I always hear them say an army marches on its stomach...

It'll be nice to change into something practical and not so lavish.
She tries not to eye passing girls too much.

[Quinsar]

... Not very well.
Yeah... I hate the shield.

[Beans]

This dress was designed for a woman of more substantial endowment in mind... even with padding, I'm afraid this thing is going to drop at any second.

Is that blasted thing bothering you?
I could adjust it from the back, if it helps...

[Quinsar]

O-okay... That would be nice.

[Beans]

She'll adjust it for him.
When they arrive, she'll go to the bedchamber to change into a practical knee-length tunic dress.
Before she does, if he's there too, she'll blink.
... Do you want me to change here, or...?

[Quinsar]

Whatever you're comfortable with... he removes his weapons...

[Beans]

She changes and removes her makeup quickly.

[Quinsar]

He changes into a more comfortable robe.

[Beans]

She gets her amber-bead bracelet, fingering the irregular pieces, the ancient lifeblood of forest titans, the sap of living wooden towers...
She turns to him, scar visible, and smiles uncertainly.

[Quinsar]

He smiles back.
I'll go cook.

[Beans]

She will get the table set.

Do Verenothians eat in that wacky Greco-Roman style where they don't sit up, but instead lay sideways on couches?
Man, that's a sure way to get some wicked acid reflux.

[Quinsar]

Personal preference.
The fire alarm goes off, and Quinsar cursing can be heard.

[Beans]

Wait, there's fire alarms?
... What's the tech level again?

Do you need any help?

[Quinsar]

Oh... Yeah, roman times. Then steam/smoke begins to pour into the room, and Quinsar cursing can be heard.

[Beans]

Admit it.
Admit it.
For a moment, you were imagining Cicero with a laser gun. :smallbiggrin:
Coulda been a magical fire alarm anyway.

Anyway anyway, she runs in!

[Quinsar]

Quinsar has a pot of water. A huuuuuuuuge pot. it's boiling over, and steaming like crazy. He's trying to get rid of the steam...

[Beans]

She...
Tries to help him somehow.

[Quinsar]

It is eventually fixed! Quinsar can't boil water...
Sorry...

[Beans]

She smiles gently.
It's okay.
You got it boiling, and that's already better than what I could do.

[Quinsar]

...So should I get a servant to do it?

[Beans]

I suppose so.
We can sit and talk while it gets done if you want.

[Quinsar]

He nods, will order a servant to do it, then pull a chair for her.

[Beans]

She smiles, thanking him, and sits.
So...
What are your interests?

[Quinsar]

I mainly pay attention to war... I like to read. And... I like to paint sometimes.

[Beans]

I like art too... not a creator myself, but I can't keep myself away from sculptures and such...
Especially sculptures of women... again, my weakness.
Reading, you said...
Any specific genre?

[Quinsar]

I like history... And the work of mages.

[Beans]

I tend toward philosophy and... well, I guess I can tell you since we're married... alchemy.
She sniffs.
I think dinner's nearly done.
Her song will come when it's bedtime.

[Quinsar]

Okay... Maybe I could paint you!

[Beans]

Oh, that would be nice.
... Speaking of which... have you ever put any of your paintings out to the public?

[Quinsar]

No... never.

[Beans]

I see...
Dinner is probably arriving.
I'd like to see your work.
She smiles.

[Quinsar]

Okay...
It sounds good.
it's a huuuge roast.

[Beans]

Nom tiem!
I wonder if they delivered the sculpture I bought last year... I'd love to show it to you.
Art marriage.

[Quinsar]

Yeah, I'd love to see it...
He begins to eat.

[Beans]

She eats too.
She's sort of petite and not hyperactive, but somehow she eats quite a bit.

[Quinsar]

Quinsar eats very little, but drinks a lot. Of wine and water.

[Beans]

Carrie drinks mostly water.
But her eyelids are heavy.

[Quinsar]

Are you tired?

[Beans]

Yes, sorry...
She nods.

[Quinsar]

Would you like to go to bed?
Traditon say they consummate their marriage.

[Beans]

She nods.
I...
Yes...
I suppose we have an heir to be working on...

[Quinsar]

Yeah...
He stands and blushes...
I wish Lil Shiro was around more. Then Genkai could play a servant... Maybe I could get Moofin to play someone.

[Beans]

Yeah...
When they get to the bedchamber, she finds that her hands are shaking.
I've never thought about this before.

[Quinsar]

A-are you okay with this...?

[Beans]

... I...
I guess... if you are...
She swallows hard.

[Quinsar]

He nods and opens the door slowly....

[Beans]

She goes in and undresses, then sits on the bedside.
She looks at herself, pale and thin.

[Quinsar]

he undresses as well and sits next to her, but not too close. He's nervous...

[Beans]

She stands and goes to the balcony (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q8wz9_8EKtk)...
Watch the moon
As it crawls across a final time
And it feels like,
Like it was a friend.
It is watching us,
And the world we set on fire
Do you wonder,
If it feels the same?

And the sky is filled with light
Can you see it?
All the black is really white
If you believe it
As your time is running out
Let me take away your doubt
You can find a better a place
In this twilight

Dust to dust,
Ashes in your hair remind me
What it feels like
And I won't feel again
Night descends
Could I have been a better person
If I could only do it all again

And the sky is filled with light
Can you see it?
All the black is really white
If you believe it
And the longing that you feel
You know none of this is real
You will find a better a place
In this twilight

He may feel less nervous after she sings.

[Quinsar]

He'll walk up behind her, smiling a bit now, and he tries to wrap his arms around her waist....

[Beans]

She forces herself to relax and will allow him to do as nature intended.

[Quinsar]

And there will be a curtain.

[Beans]

Afterward, she finds herself unable to not cry a little.
S-s-sorry... Don't take this personally, it's not your f-fault, it's mine...

[Quinsar]

He frowns.
I-I'm sorry. i shouldn't have pushed you. W-we don't know eachother well enough... I'm sorry.

[Beans]

It isn't that, it's just...
It's just...
She stifles her sniffles in the covers.
I'm really sorry.

[Quinsar]

Aw it's okay. This is tough for me too.
he tries to give her a back rub.

[Beans]

She sighs and is backrubbed.
Th-thanks...
Gone in 15 minutes 'cause I have 8 hours of driving practice tomorrow.

*hates every car ever*

[Quinsar]

W-we don't have to do that again unless you want to...

[Beans]

She sniffles and nods.
Okay.
Still feeling guilty for crying, she snuggles closer.

[Quinsar]

He snuggles back and make sure she's resting before he goes to sleep.

[Beans]

She sleeps too.
Deadtiem. I'll be on in the afternoon and stuff.

[Beans]

She wakes, coughing into her elbow.

[Quinsar]

Quinsar is gone. In his place is a small box, with a ote on top of it.

[Beans]

She reads the note!

[Quinsar]

It reads:

Love,

I have a meeting with a senator, I have brought you a gift. In the box.


Love, Quinsar.
THje box is black, and has a bow around it.

[Beans]

She smiles and opens it.

[Quinsar]

Inside is a Heliosian holy symbol. But unlike the iron ones that are given to church members, and her, this one is made with gold, and embeded with several beautiful jems.

[Beans]

She smiles... and frowns, feeling guilty. Guilty that she doesn't love him, this poor guy. Forced into it like her, but trying to make the best of it.
She wears it under her tunic as she dresses to head to the temple, her place of work.

[Quinsar]

The temple is a gran place, built with white marble and lined with golden colors. priests buzz about.

[Beans]

She ducks into an alcove to weather out a spasm, then heads for her chamber, the place of incense. So much incense and only one girl to take it in...

[Quinsar]

A few people will bow to her but no one will stop her.

[Beans]

She enters, hoping she can keep her eyes off the temple maidens today.

[Quinsar]

He r chamber is how she left it. But she might have an actual vision today.

[Beans]

One that doesn't require her to get higher than a church spire?
If you've got a vision to give her, cool. Go go, power ranger.

She sits in her usual place, inhaling the cloying vapors.

[Quinsar]

She will see a light, glowing under the door...

[Beans]

She gasps and sits up.

[Quinsar]

The door begins to open, the light is blinding.

[Beans]

She shields her eyes, shaking.

[Quinsar]

She'll feel a holy presence enter the room, and an urge to bow...

[Beans]

She bows very quickly.

[Quinsar]

Hello, Oracle.

[Beans]

Whoa, sorry, this post wasn't showing up until now...
She bows still, shaking and unable to find her voice.

[Quinsar]

You've done your hjb well...

[Beans]

I live to serve you, Your Worship.

[Quinsar]

Yes, and I thank you for that. You had a nice wedding.

[Beans]

Thank you, Your Worship.
And thank you for letting the spasms wait until after the ceremony.

[Quinsar]

Yes... But you... You are... Unhappy.

[Beans]

Prince Quinsar is kind and noble and I would like to be his friend.
But just as you granted me the spasms as a trial to bear and overcome, so have I been granted another trial.
My heart is not made to move by men.

[Quinsar]

I know this. but the trial will be easier than you think. I wish yo u luck, and gift you this.
Something is set on the table. The light makes it hard to see what.

[Beans]

As you say, it will be done, Your Worship.
I thank you.

[Quinsar]

And the presence is gone.

[Beans]

Her hand slips and she falls to her shoulder, a coughing fit overtaking her.
She hauls herself up to see the object.

[Quinsar]

It's a book of prayers. Ones she would have never seen before. The letters seem to glow.

[Beans]

She smiles and flips through it to find one suitable to thank Helios for this gift.

[Quinsar]

There are several.

[Beans]

She picks one and prays it!

[Quinsar]

Helios will bless her!

[Beans]

She smiles again and goes out one one of her random Walks of Praise.

Basically, she wanders around giddily, cooing praise to Helios and inciting others to do so as well.

And this time, she doesn't even need to be stoned to do it.

[Quinsar]

Yay. She might se Quinsar walking through the square, wearing the clothing of a commoner. No one notices him.

[Beans]

Unsure if she recognizes him or not, she wavers up to him.
Praise be to the Lord Helios, and may his blessings be upon you!
Whee!

[Quinsar]

He waves and approaches her.
Hello dear. Did you get my gift?
He speaks quietly.

[Beans]

She babbles on more praisey nonsense, but a finger of hers deftly flicks her tunic to reveal, for a second, the symbol.

[Quinsar]

He smiles bit.
Good. I hope you liked it. I have work to do, and I need to go before I am noticed.

[Beans]

She nods and rather helpfully goes off to be a spectacle elsewhere before returning to her chamber.

[Quinsar]

Someone has had lunch delivered to her. It's a nice lunch.

[Beans]

She eats, smiling... but still unable to tear her eyes from the maidens that attend the temple.

[Quinsar]

There are a lot. Pretty ones. The one that is assigned to clean the area Of the temple she is in os especially pretty.

[Beans]

Carrie takes in every detail she can, trying to look like she's scrutinizing the girl's work.

[Quinsar]

She will now to Carrie, then keep working. She's a beautiful young girl. Maybe 16. She has pale platinum hai that falls to her waist, bright green eyes, and is very thin. Shes just an acolyte who hasn't been with the church long.

[Beans]

Carrie rises to circle the girl in a slowly-tightening spiral.
Posture is good... work ethic is well-formed...

[Quinsar]

She blushes a bit, afraid of looking bad in the oracle's eyes. She keeps working.

[Beans]

Carrie smiles at her.
Well-done, dear.
But may I show you something?

[Quinsar]

Yes T'lau. Lead and I will follow.

[Beans]

She takes position behind and to the side of the girl to reach for her arms and adjust their posture.
If you work a bit more like this, you'll find you tire less quickly.

[Quinsar]

Y-yes. Thank you T'lau...

[Beans]

She lingers for a moment, then retreats.

[Quinsar]

She grins and keeps cleaning. Didn't even get her name.

[Beans]

...
May I have your name, dear, so I may more directly pray for Helios to reward your work?

[Quinsar]

M-my name is Coria Sevrion. I'm sixteen.
She grins. Yes, the future high priest of the Heliosian religion, and Cruikshank's mother.

[Beans]

... Epic.
Coria.
I will remember that name.
But it's goes-home time for her nows; she bids her good fortune and heads home.

[Quinsar]

QUinsar is there, having a fancy dinner prepared.

[Beans]

Hello, dear.
She seems pretty cheery.

[Quinsar]

Hello sweetie.
H-how are you?
He nervously smiles at her.

[Beans]

She feels guilty again, and decides to give him a hug.
I'm well. You?

[Quinsar]

I'm good. Had a busy day. Did they deliver your lunch?

[Beans]

Yes, thanks. That was sweet of you, as was the other gift.

[Quinsar]

I'm glad you lime it... I know how rough this must be...

[Beans]

Yes, well... you're helping.
She smiles.

[Quinsar]

He smiles sheepishly.
Thanks.

[Beans]

She will be nice to him throughout the evening, including bedtime.
Not so nice as to offer him Scrabble, so to speak, but nice.

[Quinsar]

He will be nice too. And not ask fr such thugs. He wears a nice bed robe.

[Beans]

Deadtime is nowtime.

[Quinsar]

Quinsar will wake Carrie up early.

[Beans]

She yawns.

[Quinsar]

Hello dear. Please get up...

[Beans]

She gets up, confused.

[Quinsar]

There's a diplomat from Rath* and their oracle. I'd like it if you came with me...
* Rath is the nation Quinsar led war against. They worship mainly the Cardinal.

[Beans]

... Yes, of course.
She dresses quickly.

[Quinsar]

He is already dressed and waits for her.

[Beans]

She will come with him to the meeting.

[Quinsar]

In the meeting are two Rathian's. A black veiled man, their diplomat. Standing next to him is the Oracle of the Cardinal. She is truly beautiful, and wears a fairly skimpy dress and cloth bracers.
http://public5.tektek.org/img/av/1010/d10/1905/dfc1906.png

[Beans]

Carrie twitches under her eye.
That's not fair.
She wants her and hates her.

[Quinsar]

The Oracle mirrors the twitch, as if mocking her.
Hello...
Helllooo. we have come to seek terms of a cease fire.

[Beans]

Indeed?
Carrie's mouth flickers.

[Quinsar]

The oracle's mouth flickers, and she speaks now.
Yes. I am Megan and this is Roua.
I know you are Quinsar, but who's this pretty thing with you?

[Beans]

His wife.
Carrion, oracle of His Worship, Lord Helios.

[Quinsar]

Well our male counterparts become better acquainted, and talk of war, I will be a guest of your church.

[Beans]

I see.
She bows politely but coldly.

[Quinsar]

She smiles and slithers to the door.

[Beans]

She leads her to the temple, polite and frigid.
She tries to keep her away from her private chamber.

[Quinsar]

She follows, then says.
I need to use the washroom.

[Beans]

She directs her there, hating her and wanting her and hating to want her and wanting to hate her.

[Quinsar]

Soon... A scream comes from the washroom!

[Beans]

Carrie rushes in.

[Quinsar]

Coria is there, crying an pulling her clothes, which are now rags arou herself. Shes nude. No Meg.

[Beans]

She swallows down the rage to hold Coria.
Coria, what...
Who did this to you?

[Quinsar]

F-forgive me T'lau, O-I am unclean... Th-the snake Cardinals servant has taken my innocence...

[Beans]

Hush.
It was not of your choosing.
Helios has no quarrel with you.
She takes off her cloak and wraps her in it, then heads for her chamber with her.
Come. I will get you some salve and perform cleansing rites to wash away the taint of that serpent.

[Quinsar]

She nods and stands.

[Beans]

Carrie will try to get her there as quickly as she can.

[Quinsar]

She is led. Shaking.

[Beans]

Carrie opens the door, ushers her in, and closes it.
Here.
She leads her to a sort of bed-like table. Soft to lay on, but still firm.
She gets a jar of salve.
Are you too hurt to apply this?
If you are, I... I can do it.

[Quinsar]

Y-you don have to, T'lau...

[Beans]

I would never want to intrude upon your body, Coria.
When you are ready, I will perform the rites.

Guilt.
Guilt for wanting this girl's body.
But a desire remains and will fight to be expressed....

[Quinsar]

I-I'm a bit sore... You can star whenever...

[Beans]

She does the cleansing rites, then props her up on some cushions and gives her the salve.
I'm so sorry, Coria.
I can assign you a partner. All the temple maidens will stay in groups of at least two.

[Quinsar]

W-will she come again..?

[Beans]

Not if I can help it.
If Coria needs help with the salve, she'll offer it. Otherwise, she'll get her clothes.
For today, I think you should stay by me.

She pops out to send a messenger to relay her buddy-system rules.

[Quinsar]

She nods, and is helped with Salve.

[Beans]

Carrie will help her dress afterward.
Do you need anything else, dear?

[Quinsar]

She shakes her head and then... Is frozen still.

[Beans]

Carrie looks about, nervous now.

[Quinsar]

The door opens, and in slithers Meg...

[Beans]

Carrie stands in front of Coria.
I don't remember inviting you into my private chambers.

[Quinsar]

I have taken her innocence, and been rewarded for it.

[Beans]

At least you're honest.
Now get out of my sight.

[Quinsar]

I have learned a secret. About you A darkness in your soul.

[Beans]

Carrie steps towards her.
Get. Out.
Before I make snakeskin a fashionable material again.

[Quinsar]

You wish you could do what O did to her.

[Beans]

Cease your lying before you learn what I'll do to you.

[Quinsar]

What? Are you going to make out with me?
We aren't that different. Shame your culture is so close minded.

[Beans]

Did you ever hear how I got this scar?
My father... was a drinker. And a fiend.
And one night he comes home crazier than usual.
Etc, etc, Heath Ledger gag.

[Quinsar]

Hm. Here's a gift.
She offers strange looking incense.

[Beans]

Leave it and go.
Now.
She steps right up to her.

[Quinsar]

She sets it down.. And tries to kiss Carrie.

[Beans]

She is kissed.
She is in utter shock and rage for a few seconds...
But then comes the gag reflex's forewarning. :smallyuk:
Meg better pull back...

[Quinsar]

She pulls back.

[Beans]

Carrie gags.
Out.
Ghh-GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!
She tries to force her out.

[Quinsar]

Shes forced out, laughing

[Beans]

Carrie slams and locks her door, staggering back into the room.
She calms herself and her roiling stomach, then turns to Coria with apprehension.

[Quinsar]

Coria is passed out on the floor.

[Beans]

She runs to her and tries to wake her.

[Quinsar]

She wakes witha yawn.

[Beans]

Coria...
What happened?

[Quinsar]

I-I dunno... I just... Blacked out.

[Beans]

She sighs and holds her, shaking.

[Quinsar]

Coria frowns.
What's wrong?

[Beans]

N-nothing.
Just a little angry at that... that... serpent.
Dedtiem soon.

[Quinsar]

Oh... Okay...

[Beans]

Closing time!
Carrie offers to walk her home.

[Quinsar]

I live at the temple... I-'m an orphan...

[Beans]

...
I understand.
I will see to it that you are guarded.
She readies herself to return home.

Dinnerdedtiem soon, but that won't take too long, I hoeps.

[Quinsar]

Coria nods. Carrie can leave.

[Beans]

She will seek her husband out as soon as possible.

[Quinsar]

He is in his office, working.

[Beans]

She waits for him to finish, hoping the wait will allow her to better arrange her thoughts.

It just makes her more agitated, but she wants to be supportive and all that, so she waits.

[Quinsar]

He'll ontice her quickly, and invite her in.

[Beans]

She sighs.
Dear...
The Rathian oracle transgressed greatly against me and a member of my staff.
I would not willingly see her within the temple again.

Dedtiem.

[Quinsar]

They have been removed from the city... and we're at war again...
He sighs.

[Beans]

I understand.
She steps forward to lightly hold one of his hands.
I'd like to apologize in advance for the lapse in dignity I am about to make.

[Quinsar]

O-okay...
he nods, unsurely.

[Beans]

She will try to cry into his shoulder pretty hard.

[Quinsar]

He frowns,and will hold her there tightly, cooing assuring things into her ear.

[Beans]

T-that poor girl... Coria... she's the one that serpent hurt...

I know this must seem strange, but if we could... t-take her in...

[Quinsar]

Like... Adopt her...?:smallconfused:

[Beans]

I-if we c-could...
Or take her in under some other excuse... I just don't feel she's safe even in the Temple...

[Quinsar]

if it would make you happy I'd make the stars spell out your name. I will have them prepare her a room.'

I might make this canon, but without Carrie...>..>

[Beans]

She smiles, eyes full of happier tears.
Oh, thank you...
She hugs him tightly.

Ooh, okay!

... What if it had been Joy, the person that Carrie's a reincarnation of?

[Quinsar]

Okay!
Anything else...?

[Beans]

... No.

Are you alright?

[Quinsar]

Y-yea. I'll be fine.
He's not. He's stressed.

[Beans]

I'm not so sure, dear.
You feel tense... is there anything I can do?

[Quinsar]

N-not that I can think of...