Belmont paced back and forth in his tent while Celia watched from one corner. Mide had traveled to another clan for some supplies that day and they were waiting for her to return. It felt as though days had passed since Aiden had returned to the clan with another Xaela man chasing her. Celia was in the process of making some tea when there were footsteps at the entrance to the tent and they heard a voice.
"Belmont. Can I enter?" said the raspy male voice. Belmont recognized it immediately.
"Certainly."
The man opened the tent flap and stepped into the tent proper. "Thank you." He had rough features and was taller than Belmont by about a foot. The dark scales and horns on his face marked him as a Xaela while the paint that he wore identified him as an elder of the clan. He had a solemn expression and bowed politely before speaking.
"There's quite a lot for me to go over. You might wish to sit down for this." the elder looked at Belmont expectantly. Belmont did not move from where he was standing and Celia continued to prepare several cups of tea. "Very well." the elder said as he sat down.
"First. Aiden is safe. She is currently tied up and being tended to by the herbalists. It seems that she was caught in a blood rage and does not remember much from the encounter. Second. Oghul is being treated as well. The injury on his leg is infected and his health was not always the best." he paused for a moment. "He may not make it if the healers are not able to remove the infection. Finally. The clan elders and several other members are convening in a few hours’ time in order to discuss what to do about Aiden. The topic of execution has been brought up."
Belmont walked towards him quickly and pointed a finger in his face. "My daughter will NOT be executed."
"I'm not saying that we want to, but she can't be allowed to live in the clan anymore. If she is not able to control herself, she will only be a danger to others."
Celia rose with her eyes closed and passed her father and the elder a cup of tea. Belmont finally sat down in front of the elder and sipped on his tea.
"Has Mide returned yet?"
Belmont looked the elder then back to his tea, obvious to anyone that was watching that there was a lot on his mind. "Not yet. She is supposed to return during the night."
They sat in silence for a few moments while they drank their tea. It was Celia that broke the silence.
"I wish to sit in on the meeting." She spoke so silently that both of the men thought that it might have been someone else. They both looked at each other and Belmont nodded to the elder.
"Very well." said the elder. "You may join the meeting under the condition that you will not speak until you are called upon."
"I make no such promise as I may not be able to keep it." said Celia. There seemed to be a brightness to her eyes, almost as though there was a fire of defiance burning in them.
The elder sighed reluctantly. "Fine. But please try your best to hold your tongue. Also," he pointed to a travel pack in the corner of the tent, "I believe that you are going to need that depending on how thing turn out."
Celia nodded before standing and going to the other corner of the tent, grabbing a few things including a small pack with some clothes and food. She also packed a set of daggers and some bone hora fist weapons.
She then turned to the entrance of the tent and opened the flap before turning to the elder. "We should head over then."
The elder sighed again, finished off his tea and then turned to Celia. "I sincerely hope that you will not need that." He then turned to Belmont and gave a polite bow before leaving out the tent door.
Belmont sat there for some time in the silence, sipping on the remainder of his tea.
The room was silent. Elders and several warriors sat there silently as a tension filled the room. Aiden sat near the back of the tent, her arms bound with rope and warriors on each side of her. Celia sat in front of her a little ways away, preparing a pot of tea.
Once the tea was done, she poured a cup and raised it to Aiden lips for her to sip. Aiden sipped on the tea carefully so as not to burn her mouth. The tea and the presence of her sister helped calm her and eased the tension she was feeling.
"So it is decided then." said one of the elders. "She will be given some supplies and exiled from the clan. She will also be stripped of her name and will never belong to the Tumet clan again."
The other elders and warriors nodded in agreement. Celia turns to them with a stern look on her face. One of the elders noticed and motions to the other to pay attention. "You may speak Celia." he said after he was certain that they would allow her.
"I wish to leave with my sister. She is not strong enough to survive on her own. I also wish to speak with Borte. I would like Aiden to be there as well."
The elders looked at each other for a moment and then began to nod to Celia. She nodded in return and went to Aiden.
"You will need to stay in your bonds. Are you feeling well enough to speak with him?"
"I wish to speak with him. To apologize." Aiden looked depressed at the thought of what happened.
Celia helped Aiden stand up and together they walked out of the large tent room they were in. They proceeded through the village with other Au Ra staring at them. There was another Hyur man who looked like a trader that was staring as well as they proceeded into another tent. Inside was a smaller Au Ra man with a female healer who was sitting next to him. He was sweating profusely and seemed like he was struggling to breathe. A warrior with a short sword was standing next to the entrance and watched them as they entered. Celia and Aiden moved towards the man lying on the ground and sat next to him.
"Borte. How are you feeling?" said Celia.
He spoke with a ragged voice. "I have been better. But I'm glad to see that you are better now Aiden."
Aiden did not look at Borte since she entered the tent. Her eyes were focused on the ground in front of her. "I am so sorry for what I have done Borte." she finally managed to squeak out.
"I don't blame you Aiden. You were not in control of your actions and were protecting yourself and Celia." He looked at Celia without moving. "What was the decision of the other elders?"
"She is exiled and has lost her name. I will be leaving with her."
"That will not do. She will retain her name. She will be Aiden, the little fire." He turned to Aiden. "You may choose your last name. You should also speak with your father in regards to the blood lust. He may have some insight to how to control your rage." He began breathing in ragged breaths and the healer there stated to work magic in order to restore him.
"We will leave now. Thank you for everything Borte." said Celia.
"Travel safe." said Borte as Aiden and Celia left the tent.
Once outside, Celia removed Aiden’s bonds and slides the straps of the pack she had over her shoulder. "We should visit father quickly before we leave."
Aiden nodded then began walking towards the edge of the encampment, towards their tent.
"Belmont. Can I enter?" said the raspy male voice. Belmont recognized it immediately.
"Certainly."
The man opened the tent flap and stepped into the tent proper. "Thank you." He had rough features and was taller than Belmont by about a foot. The dark scales and horns on his face marked him as a Xaela while the paint that he wore identified him as an elder of the clan. He had a solemn expression and bowed politely before speaking.
"There's quite a lot for me to go over. You might wish to sit down for this." the elder looked at Belmont expectantly. Belmont did not move from where he was standing and Celia continued to prepare several cups of tea. "Very well." the elder said as he sat down.
"First. Aiden is safe. She is currently tied up and being tended to by the herbalists. It seems that she was caught in a blood rage and does not remember much from the encounter. Second. Oghul is being treated as well. The injury on his leg is infected and his health was not always the best." he paused for a moment. "He may not make it if the healers are not able to remove the infection. Finally. The clan elders and several other members are convening in a few hours’ time in order to discuss what to do about Aiden. The topic of execution has been brought up."
Belmont walked towards him quickly and pointed a finger in his face. "My daughter will NOT be executed."
"I'm not saying that we want to, but she can't be allowed to live in the clan anymore. If she is not able to control herself, she will only be a danger to others."
Celia rose with her eyes closed and passed her father and the elder a cup of tea. Belmont finally sat down in front of the elder and sipped on his tea.
"Has Mide returned yet?"
Belmont looked the elder then back to his tea, obvious to anyone that was watching that there was a lot on his mind. "Not yet. She is supposed to return during the night."
They sat in silence for a few moments while they drank their tea. It was Celia that broke the silence.
"I wish to sit in on the meeting." She spoke so silently that both of the men thought that it might have been someone else. They both looked at each other and Belmont nodded to the elder.
"Very well." said the elder. "You may join the meeting under the condition that you will not speak until you are called upon."
"I make no such promise as I may not be able to keep it." said Celia. There seemed to be a brightness to her eyes, almost as though there was a fire of defiance burning in them.
The elder sighed reluctantly. "Fine. But please try your best to hold your tongue. Also," he pointed to a travel pack in the corner of the tent, "I believe that you are going to need that depending on how thing turn out."
Celia nodded before standing and going to the other corner of the tent, grabbing a few things including a small pack with some clothes and food. She also packed a set of daggers and some bone hora fist weapons.
She then turned to the entrance of the tent and opened the flap before turning to the elder. "We should head over then."
The elder sighed again, finished off his tea and then turned to Celia. "I sincerely hope that you will not need that." He then turned to Belmont and gave a polite bow before leaving out the tent door.
Belmont sat there for some time in the silence, sipping on the remainder of his tea.
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The room was silent. Elders and several warriors sat there silently as a tension filled the room. Aiden sat near the back of the tent, her arms bound with rope and warriors on each side of her. Celia sat in front of her a little ways away, preparing a pot of tea.
Once the tea was done, she poured a cup and raised it to Aiden lips for her to sip. Aiden sipped on the tea carefully so as not to burn her mouth. The tea and the presence of her sister helped calm her and eased the tension she was feeling.
"So it is decided then." said one of the elders. "She will be given some supplies and exiled from the clan. She will also be stripped of her name and will never belong to the Tumet clan again."
The other elders and warriors nodded in agreement. Celia turns to them with a stern look on her face. One of the elders noticed and motions to the other to pay attention. "You may speak Celia." he said after he was certain that they would allow her.
"I wish to leave with my sister. She is not strong enough to survive on her own. I also wish to speak with Borte. I would like Aiden to be there as well."
The elders looked at each other for a moment and then began to nod to Celia. She nodded in return and went to Aiden.
"You will need to stay in your bonds. Are you feeling well enough to speak with him?"
"I wish to speak with him. To apologize." Aiden looked depressed at the thought of what happened.
Celia helped Aiden stand up and together they walked out of the large tent room they were in. They proceeded through the village with other Au Ra staring at them. There was another Hyur man who looked like a trader that was staring as well as they proceeded into another tent. Inside was a smaller Au Ra man with a female healer who was sitting next to him. He was sweating profusely and seemed like he was struggling to breathe. A warrior with a short sword was standing next to the entrance and watched them as they entered. Celia and Aiden moved towards the man lying on the ground and sat next to him.
"Borte. How are you feeling?" said Celia.
He spoke with a ragged voice. "I have been better. But I'm glad to see that you are better now Aiden."
Aiden did not look at Borte since she entered the tent. Her eyes were focused on the ground in front of her. "I am so sorry for what I have done Borte." she finally managed to squeak out.
"I don't blame you Aiden. You were not in control of your actions and were protecting yourself and Celia." He looked at Celia without moving. "What was the decision of the other elders?"
"She is exiled and has lost her name. I will be leaving with her."
"That will not do. She will retain her name. She will be Aiden, the little fire." He turned to Aiden. "You may choose your last name. You should also speak with your father in regards to the blood lust. He may have some insight to how to control your rage." He began breathing in ragged breaths and the healer there stated to work magic in order to restore him.
"We will leave now. Thank you for everything Borte." said Celia.
"Travel safe." said Borte as Aiden and Celia left the tent.
Once outside, Celia removed Aiden’s bonds and slides the straps of the pack she had over her shoulder. "We should visit father quickly before we leave."
Aiden nodded then began walking towards the edge of the encampment, towards their tent.
Characters:
Aiden Blood (Balmung) - https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Aiden_Blood
Celia Trestia (Lamia) - https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Celia_Trestia
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Aiden Blood (Balmung) - https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Aiden_Blood
Celia Trestia (Lamia) - https://wiki.ffxiv-roleplayers.com/pages/Celia_Trestia
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