The Greatest Escape ~ { tag } Shai / Miral

All the rest of the Northern Continent that Atricis left behind. Atricis' old Holds can be found within, as well as all the other Holds and Weyrs and old lands left behind.
Post Reply
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 2246
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 36

Fri Aug 09, 2019 12:59 am

Image

It was time. She couldn't remain in this room any longer, couldn't depend on someone to come fetch her from it, or for her mother to finally see light and take pity. If she was going to get out, now was the time to do so. Lesly had spent day slowly cultivating a soft friendship with one of the guards. He would slip a note under her door whenever he was on duty, and she would slip one back. They would play little games, share games, secrets. He had informed her of the situation at Igen, news concerning her family, and of hatchings at Benden Weyr.

But it had only been to harden her resolve to escape, and she would not remain in this forsaken Hold a moment longer. She would not remain within this blighted territory either. The continent of the North would not satisfy her any longer, and she was set to confront her brothers and make her own pathways in life at long last. She would help to save her blood in her own way, if any of them still lived, but she could still do that if she was no longer hidden and confined behind closed doors.

The note slid under her door, and she knew it was time. She stood from her vanity, the useless piece of shit, and walked over to pick up the piece of stiff leather. "What can I get you tonight?" The last time he had stolen away chocolates for her. Tonight, he would fetch someone important for her, someone that would release her, help further her plans. She knew they would help too; they had always been kind to her, would likely have wondered where she had gone.

She would just have to do this carefully. She did not want the woman caught, did not wish to see her wher put to harm. Returning to her vanity - really, why was she still thinking of it as such, she had long ago converted it into a desk, carved it up with a hidden knife, the very one she had used to slice away her hair. Faranth, her mother still didn't know about the lack of locks. She glanced at the bin that held the tendrils and decided she'd splay the golden strands on her bed before leaving, a final present to her parents. Let them know she'd taken off of her own accord.

The symbolism was just too delicious to ignore - cutting the cords of her bonding to them. She nearly broke her quill pen in her excitement, and he to pause to breathe and reminder herself to continue writing rather than stand and move in the sudden rush of restlessness. She scribbled the note, a message to the guard that would read simply "Fetch Myonna for me. Knock three times if you will, twice if you won't."

She folded the paper, real paper, not the stiff hide that he often used, and stood to slip it under the door. Then she started to pace, waiting for the inevitable knocks, knowing it would mark her fate one way or another. Slowly, there came one, then two, and her stomach sank ad she waited... a third came. She nearly sank to her knees. Now, all she needed to do was wait for the woman to arrive, and then she could explain.
Image

Please visit the above link for a list of my current
characters, links to their profiles, to see what
they look like, and find other little facts about them!

[ Marks Tracker | Graphics Shop | NPC Archive ]

“You fail only if you stop writing.”
— Ray Bradbury —
User avatar
Shaihulud
Posts: 1664
Joined: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:07 pm
Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:03 pm

The sun had sunk some time ago, birthing the twilight. It was at this hour that the whers emerged with their guardsmen handlers. A curious thing, however, about those men who emerged, for a fair share of them were actually women. It was for the fact that a wher's mind did not discriminate between the sexes, and had long proven what Myonna had always known: a woman was equal to a man. The whers knew this when they bonded to her and her daughter Onya. Now, they served as the night guard, with Myonna and Myonnask at their helm. Yet they were also a great shame to the holdbred men. It was for this reason women guardsmen more commonly served at night where they would not be seen. While the holdbred understood the necessity of their existence (for whers were far to precious to let them go wild when they lacked the plenitude fo viable minds for Impression - there were not nearly enough men in Bitra to bond to them), the fragile men of the hold insisted that they did not need to be reminded of the the existence of the guardwomen. Even the merest sight of them was considered offensive, thus under the guise of night did the women serve, and under the guise of night did the women thrive.

Myonna was to be found along the parapets, watching over the patrol of her guard. Behind her, the talons of her imposing blue wher clicked along the stone underfoot of the wall-walk. He huffed a heated breath into the chilled winter night sky, which fogged heavily into the air. Quiet tonight, the wher uttered with a note of satisfaction.

She patted the nose of the beast. "Likely for the fact you and your pack do so well to protect it."

His ears flicked at the realisation, though he did not give any other indication of amusement or approval. Myonnask was far too austere a creature to give any sort of public display of enjoyment or pleasure. Onyask says front gates safe.

"And what of the courtyards?"

Quiet.

Myonna nodded her head in approval. "Good." She took several steps forward towards the crennelations of the wall, and rested herself against one of the merlons. From this point she could see nothing but blackness with only a sliver of the moon apparent in the skies far above. The most dangerous of nights would soon be upon them, for renegades preferred to raid the villages during the darkest of nights.

The blue wher''s ears pricked up in alert. Man comes.

Myonna, however, recognised the sound of the steps. It sounded like those of a footsoldier. When the man made himself known, she received him with a nod. "At ease," she assured him, after he gave her a formal salute.

"Sir..." he dared a step closer, if only so her ears alone would hear what he had to say.

Myonnask watched him closely as he neared his dearly bonded.

"I've just gone to see Lady Lesly in her... room. She wishes to speak with you."

Myonna eyed the man only to look at the direction of the girl's confinement. "Thank you. You're dismissed." Whether or not she would go, she gave no other indication to him.

It was an hour later that the handler arrived. She made a remark of going to her office, that she was not to be disturbed. In actuality, she left for Lesly's room. When she arrived, she stepped in with all the authority assumed of a woman in her position. She eyed the girl just before she locked the door behind her. "You wished to speak. Make it quick." While sympathetic for the girl's circumstances, Myonna remained sharp with her, if only for the fact she was wary of her presence there. However, regardless of the risk, she would do what she could to help her.
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 2246
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 36

Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:11 pm

The moment Myonna was in her rooms, Lesly stood and bowed her head in greeting and respect. She would not bow completely, but she would show the other that she bore good will towards her. She wasted no time in this matter for there was no time to be wasted. She clenched and unclenched her hands, waving her hand at the small parcel she had packed while she'd waited, before beginning. "I need help getting out of here. I do not mean to get you involved in this, but my parents have kept me confined in my quarters for far too long. I haven't been outside in far too long. I refused to remain here. I need away from Bitra."

She didn't know how she was going to get South, but she knew Myonna would be able to help if she was willing. She was her only option. She would consider everything else once the adrenaline had passed and she was finally able to breathe and settled. Right now, she couldn't stop moving. "Please. I can't get out of here without assistance, but I don't know who else I can turn to. If I don't do this now, tonight... I won't get another chance."
Image

Please visit the above link for a list of my current
characters, links to their profiles, to see what
they look like, and find other little facts about them!

[ Marks Tracker | Graphics Shop | NPC Archive ]

“You fail only if you stop writing.”
— Ray Bradbury —
User avatar
Shaihulud
Posts: 1664
Joined: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:07 pm
Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:20 pm

The moment Lesly uttered her request, already Myonna's mind was set in motion. Honestly, she could not entirely say she was surprised. Knowing Lesly for as long as she had, she even partially expected it would come to this. Perhaps that was why she so easily arrived at a possible solution, but it would require confirmation from Atricis. It was there where her two dragonriding daughters resided. They would be required if Lesly was to escape.

Eyes sealed shut in concentration. Not a word escaped the woman before a brown firelizard appeared minutes later with what looked like a small bag of sackcloth. Myonna fetched the sack from him and turned back to Lesly. "If we do this, you will speak no more from here on out, and you will trust me implicitly." She handed the bag to her. "Place this over your head, now."
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 2246
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 36

Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:24 pm

Lesly did as told, not uttering a word. She slipped one step aside to grab her bag, small enough to slip under her clothes and remain hidden, then slid the sackcloth over her head. She was set, ready, to make her escape, her heart hammering in her chest as it traveled towards her throat. She would have told the woman she ready if not for the fact that she'd been told to speak, but even if she could speak, she wouldn't have been able to; everything felt hard and heavy in her body, unable to push air past her lungs.

And then she gave a very simple nod. Not a sound, nothing more than what had been requested of her. She would trust this woman with everything in her her. As she awaited her next instructions, she said goodbye to the place of her birth, knowing she would likely never see Bitra again, but she would deal with that, like everything else, later.
Image

Please visit the above link for a list of my current
characters, links to their profiles, to see what
they look like, and find other little facts about them!

[ Marks Tracker | Graphics Shop | NPC Archive ]

“You fail only if you stop writing.”
— Ray Bradbury —
User avatar
Shaihulud
Posts: 1664
Joined: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:07 pm
Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:46 pm

Her small bag retrieved and the sackcloth placed over her head, Myonna nodded and looked over to her brown. The little firelizard slipped outside into the corridor, confirming the way was clear. Only after Myonna bound Lesly's hands behind her back did before Myonna stepped out herself. She pulled Lesly with her, and began to lead the girl away from the family tower, and down the corridors and stairways towards the dungeons. As they moved, her mind reached out to her wher for Myonnask to call for Onyask. Through the whers, Myonna quietly communicated the plan to her daughter, who would no doubt help them tonight.

Once they reached the courtyard, her manner became a bit more gruff.

"What this, Sir?" a male voice spoke.

"Found a thief on my way to the office. I'm taking them down to the cells."

"Damn bandits," the guard grumbled.

"Keep a close eye out. You know those raiders will be persistent tonight. I want more men to keep guard over the stores and by the entrance of the family tower. Last thing we need is for them to reach the Lord's chambers."

"But men, Sir," the guard began.

"Take them from the parapets and the dungeons if you must. We need to protect the stores at all cost. We can't afford to lose them with winter just beginning."

The man answered rather vehemently. "Yes Sir!" The sound of his steps running off was all the indication Lesly would need that he fell for the trick. It also meant the guards would be thin around her cell tonight.

As they made their way, the sound of a wher approaching could be heard with thump of his paws upon the ground and the click of his talons upon the stone. Myonna had just reached the lower bailey when the wher arrived. Up ahead, guardsmen began to move out of the dungeons, clearing the way for Myonna and Lesly... all accept for one person, a wherhandler.

"This her?"

"Yes, bring her down to the cell on the second level, and keep the cloth over her head." For appearance sake, Myonna forcibly shoved Lesly into Onya's possession.

The greenhandler held to Lesly's shoulder. "Miral and Yonolla?"

"I'm going to my office now. It won't be long. And do not let anyone else near her cell. Treat her as a leper if you must, but no one can come near her."

Onya agreed and escorted Lesly the rest of the way. Quietly, she muttered to the girl when no one else was around to hear. "She is writing to my sisters in Atricis. They will retrieve you tonight. So stay quiet, and endure just a little longer. It's already almost over."

When they reached the cell, Onya showed a bit more kindness as she slipped Lesly past the iron bars. "This is where we keep men who are staked out for thread fall. Since we just had a fall, there is no one else down here, but do keep quiet." She guided Lesly to the darkest corner of the cell and beckoned her to sit down. "Stay here, and don't move. We'll be back as soon as we can." With that, Lesly was left in the cell.

For two hours, Lesly would be left on her own to wait and worry whether or not Myonna was true to her word.
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 2246
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 36

Fri Aug 09, 2019 3:58 pm

It was unnerving, and there was fear. To be in the rooms for life, to be in this cell for life... she could have had some measure of comfort. She closed her eyes for a long moment, tried to remind herself to breath and not panic. Panicking would not lead to good things. She had to have trust, and faith, she could not get lost in her thoughts either, not now. She forced her mind clear, as much as possible, tried to think about numbers and facts instead, "read" passages of books to herself.

Eventually doing so gave her such a headache that she thought she might pass out, but it always happened when she pulled on her memory like that. It was the only thing that was going to save her though, she knew that. But even if she was fetched, she wouldn't complain, wouldn't argue, about the pain. She would follow without word.

And simply hope that this wasn't leading to her end. May this lead her South. May this be her saving moment. At least the panic started to leave her, and she started to relax, at least mentally; physically she was a bundle of knots that wouldn't go away. That likely wouldn't slip away until she was safe. That wouldn't happen until her toes touch ground in the South. She had been told how that would happen, but it was a matter of waiting.

She heard movement outside her cell and froze.

Was it time? Or had someone found out?
Image

Please visit the above link for a list of my current
characters, links to their profiles, to see what
they look like, and find other little facts about them!

[ Marks Tracker | Graphics Shop | NPC Archive ]

“You fail only if you stop writing.”
— Ray Bradbury —
User avatar
Shaihulud
Posts: 1664
Joined: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:07 pm
Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Fri Aug 09, 2019 4:26 pm

It was some time later before the rapid steps of approaching company reverberated along the stone corridor. The steps neared, distinctly becoming several separate steps. Two belonged to humans, another two belonged to whers.

"Where are they?" asked the familiar voice of Onya.

"Into the woods towards the clearing by the river. Yonolla and Evisath will be waiting there for you," Myonna assured her. "Ride out on Onyask. The guards are thin along the parapets now, and it will be too dark for them to see you." The iron bars of the cell clanked and whined as Myonna opened them. "What remains of the guard are on the upper level, but if you receive any obstruction, kill them. We'll blame the their death on the thief's escape."

An arm took hold of Lesly, hauling her to her feet.

"Let's go, sweetie. Your ride has arrived."

"Ride swift, ride fast," Myonna said on their departure.

Already, Onya rushed Lesly down the corridors, down the stairs, and out lower barricade doors. On the other side were the surprised sounds of two guards men, but Onya released Lesly to make short work of them both. The warmth of blood splattered upon the holder girl's exposed flesh, but Onya showed little mercy. She had cut their throats and left them for dead. Only then did Onya remove the sackcloth and stuff it into Lesly's back pocket. "Don't worry about them. We have to go now," Onya hissed at the girl. Already, she mounted onto her green wher, and extended a hand to Lesly. "We must go, now!
User avatar
Ember
Moderator
Posts: 2246
Joined: Tue Feb 23, 2016 5:50 am
Title: Plot Enabler
Pronouns: She/Her or They/Them
Age: 36

Mon Aug 12, 2019 10:11 am

There was little, nothing in fact, that could be done about the blood. Lesly had to deal with it being on her until they were someplace safe; maybe then she'd be able to get rid of the sickness floating in her stomach from the anxiety that was starting to plague her. She kept her head down, would continue to do so until then, and closed her eyes. Please, she willed herself, stay quiet, don't let anyone notice. Not a single soul, just let this go smoothly.

All there was for so long was the sound of the wher beneath them, the feel of it, and eventually, she tugged on the woman's sleeve in a silent question: how far to where they were going? She wasn't speaking, for fear of someone hearing her if that was even possible, but also because she worried opening her mouth would end up with sick on her savior's back.
Image

Please visit the above link for a list of my current
characters, links to their profiles, to see what
they look like, and find other little facts about them!

[ Marks Tracker | Graphics Shop | NPC Archive ]

“You fail only if you stop writing.”
— Ray Bradbury —
User avatar
Shaihulud
Posts: 1664
Joined: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:07 pm
Pronouns: She/Her They/Them

Mon Aug 12, 2019 11:56 am

When Onya felt the hand grip her during the ride, she reached behind her, and set her own hand on Lesly's thigh, giving it a squeeze of assurance to the noble, but she said not a word. Instead, the handler focused her mind, running with Onyask across the frost covered ground for the treeline up ahead.

Hrumph, hrumph, hrumph... the wher huffed as she galloped, cutting quickly across the wintery lands for the woodland. Muscles sprung powerfully beneath them. Instinctively, Onya counted the beat of the green's gait upon the ground. No sound omitted from her, but her breath fell in tempo with her mind's count and her wher's run, puffing into the air with every exhale. As they neared the woods, flecks of ice began to drift down in a peaceful dance. It had begun to snow, and if they were fortunate, Onyask's trail would be covered before the night drew to an end. It also meant they would have to work fast. If this was the start of a blizzard, she and Onyask would not be able to return by dawn.

Like a dagger in the darkness, they cut past the treeline. Over gnarled roots and towering trees they ran. Soon, it would become apparent they neared a river, for the babble of water began to dance in the air, growing steadily into a massive roar as they neared. Soon, the trees gave way to a clearing where a dark blue dragon awaited them.

"We're here," Onya assured Lesly.

Once they reached the blue, a figure stepped out from under a sheltering wing. A woman with a head of thick black hair and a familiar narrow face. "You've made it."

"Where is Miral?" Onya asked as she dismounted and reached to assist Lesly.

"Back in Atricis. Myrath is not exactly an inconspicuous dragon, between his size and colour."

"Fair enough." It was dark, yet Onya realised even his dark hide would stand out in the skies to the night watch. Fortunately, the blue before them was dark enough to make it difficult to spot him. Onya gave a nod and then motioned to Lesly. "This is Lesly, a daughter of Bitra. M'lady, this is Yonolla, my sister and rider of blue Evisath. Yonolla and her dragon will take you to away from here."

"To Atricis to be more precise. My sister has several strong connections, including to one Lady Inez of Benden, whom I believe you might be familiar with, and her former chamberlain, Ambrosius. The three of them will take care of you and keep you safe while you adjust to New Atricis and contact your family."
Last edited by Shaihulud on Mon Aug 12, 2019 1:02 pm, edited 1 time in total.
Post Reply