12989, Role
Posted by Uelveyye on Wed 31-Dec-69 07:00 PM
Your role is: Added Fri May 10 11:25:05 2002 at level 10: "Uelveyyeloneslerralathenthalas, I have told you too many times to be counted by the wisest scholars of the court: Stop this infantile obsession with that half-breed!" Her mother's voice almost took on a timber of passion.....almost. Once again she was being scolded, well scolded would not be the best word that might imply or even hint that her mother cared about her in the slightest this was more of a formal reprimand, a dressing down similar to that which her mother might give a servant for having the silverware incorrectly spaced on a place setting for dinner. Uelveyye sets her jaw and juts her chin out defiantly, hoping to provoke further confict with her mother, after all some attention is better than none. But despite the fact that sneaking off to listen and learn from Seralela was the one thing that exasperated her otherwise unattentive mother it was not the real reason she did so. Uelveyye was truly fascinated by the the woman, a halfbreed elf and a guildmaster of her craft no less. Since the day they met she had been awed by her poise, her humor, her grace (uncharacteristic of a halfbreed) and the respect and deferance shown to her by the populace of Darslyon. "You are a lady of the court, remember that..." her mother's voice drones on. In her mind's eye Uelveyye is once again the day before her 100th birthday. Sitting with her feet in the fountain in the middle of the square
daring the guards to tell her father or challenge her. Meeting every disapproving stare with a look of defiance. Watching the ripples expand in ever growing rings around her slender ankles. Some joining with others and growing others cancelling each other out. Suddenly two more epicenters appear creating ripples of their own...but with no obvious source. Uelveyye gasped and stared in disbelief, and with a silvery laugh, cascading like the falling drops of water from the fountain head, Seralela popped into view. "Don't gawk child, people will think you a simpleton staring with your mouth hanging open like that."
Added Fri May 10 14:39:17 2002 at level 10: "You... you...your a half-elf!" Uelveyye stammered. "I am also half-human little one" smiled Seralela. Uelveyye glanced around nervously fearing the gaze of the guards. Paddling in the fountain was one thing, she knew most of the guards by name and it was really unfair of her to tease them so. She loved nothing better than to argue her case, hands on hips, on the differnce of the cities laws and elven etiquette. That might get her one of her fathers chidings, or her mothers infamous "importance of status" lectures, but this!? This would would have her sent to her chambers for a month! She knew how her mother distainfully disapproved of other races within the city, but the half-elven wanderer who had taken up the position of guildmistress, she knew made her mother seethe
like cold fire. Her heart pounded in her throat as the womans gaze held her, guards approached, but instead of asking the two to remove themselves from the fountain, they bowed respectfully to Seralela and kept marching. "Have I made myself clear?" "Yes mother" Uelveyye murmers her litany" "Uelveyyeloneslerralathenthalas Aye'lya Darsylonathas I swear you will bring shame to this house yet if you do not mend your errant ways" "Yes mother"
Added Tue Jun 11 19:12:22 2002 at level 14: "What am I doing wrong?" Uelveyye's voice scaled octaves in frustration. "You are trying to hard, you must let it flow from within" her mentor replied in a soothing voice. "Remember our magic flows through us taking form and strength from the will and purity of your being." "I will never master these spells" sulked the perturbed elven maid. "No you shall, but first you must master yourself. That is the key so many overlook." Seralela's vibrant voice admonished. "You cannot stay here young one, this city and it's politics are not good for you. While you stay amonst your kind your predjudices will be reinforced, you need to see the world and realize who you are. Your trials will be hard, but through hardship we grow. You must seek out the purity in yourself and from it the purity of your craft shall flow."
Uelveyye gnawed on the corner of her lower lip. The world was so wide, and she had not yet mastered her spells. Noticing her pupil's apprehension the half-elf laughed and ran her delicate fingers through her hair. "You will be fine Uelveyye, return to me when you are ready to learn new spells, or tire of the road, besides your father would uproot the kingdom were you to be gone for too long" Taking a small worn leather journal from her robe, Seralela pauses almost caressing it. "Here, take this with you. These are the journals of my travels when I was young. The may bring you comfort and strength on yours."
Added Wed Sep 18 21:59:18 2002 at level 51: Running a delicate hand across the smooth and worn leather journal Uelveyye thinks back to her youth, her travels and her trials, her long path to now. Walking silently through the market place she smiles at the old familiar stone beneath her feet, the fountain where it all began. Gliding into the guild she smiles as Seralela scolds a young magus on his pronounciation. The guildmistress stops in mid lecture "that will be all for today" her crisp voice brooks no argument and her pupils up and leave. "Do you plan on staying flat? Trying to prove your skill to me young Uelveyye?"
Stepping out Uelveyye smiles fondly at her old mentor, and silently hands the journal to her. "I see" Seralela noticed the worn cover and the care with which her journal has been kept. "Thank you, I hope it was of use to you." With tears shimmering in their eyes the two embrace and Uelveyye whispers "No, thank you"
|