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Marietta
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PostSubject: A Delay (Following the Thread)    Sun Mar 26, 2017 6:37 pm

The realization that her life was a lot of sitting and waiting did not sit well with her. Especially when she had at once set her mind to something. Many nights of failed attempts had lead to yet another road block she could only curse The Skald over. She was sure there was some overt reasoning to why she had left sooner than she could arrive, but it was no less infuriating as she sat there on a wood and iron bench in the main square, staring up with her eyes closed to feel the sun on her face and just... think.

She had a few weeks to spend here, carefully. So naturally she put herself in plain sight in simple locations. The inn she spent minimum time in, as she had enough intelligence to know that some random girl paying in jewels was likely to raise flags in the memory if anyone came asking about anyone with her description. Marietta had even considered dying her hair like woolen cloth, should it come down to it. So long as she hadn't seen posters or heard rumors of trouble at the capital, she would forgo the thought. Her face came back down to her hands in her lap, and the hard crust braid of bread that had a colored egg sat in the center of it. A treat she had purchased in the busy market on the mere pull to her nostalgic memory it had on her and even crossed into the territory of becoming homesick and guilty.

Her fingers peeled away one plait of the braid and set it on her tongue as her thoughts went to her position in life. It wasn't as though she yearned for more. She was not the classic damsel who wanted more from life than to be the arm candy of a prince proper-- she knew her life was set to do much more than that. She was a political figure, even if her effect was a passive one. When kings go to war, the queens were the ones to hold the fortress, though knowing this her training had stopped when she had suddenly been declared as fragile and ill due to the mysterious collapse in the garden. Even then, she had been taught against dummies or fighters who wouldn't dare let her develop a bruise or callous. Would things have been different if she had never taken a fall?

Off came another piece and into her mouth, her eyes taking care of the world around her and the cog decorated square around her. Like everywhere there were touches of the treble clef representing The Skald, but the tudor style village had a lot of influence in the idea of time, of springs and gears and pendulums. There was a lot of practical workers about keeping the town and the rest of the tapestry in working condition. These were all people who got their hands dirty, not necessarily to make pretty things for admiration but things that were often forgotten in their recognition as something honorable. These were architects, lumberers, masons. These were the people who made the tools, the carts, the machines. These were the people who came up with the ideas that were now so common place they were forgotten. Some scribe somewhere knew about them, but that was hardly anything of note.

She turned her attention to the colored egg at the center of her snack and eased it out from the bread. She squeezed and rolled it in her hand until she could feel the satisfying crackling crunch of the shell several times over before she let her mind wander again whilst plucking each of the decorated shell bits off one by one and flicking them out onto the dirt and stone before her.

Chanson Isole'e, a place that in the past she would have been sent to for finishing instead of the manor. A place where they started and ended in the catacombs. The thread couldn't tell her what to do, just where to go... and given its moody nature about whether it could or could not perceive corners reminded her now that it very well could be suggesting she go beyond it altogether. It made her a little nervous setting out with no idea of what to do when she got there. There were no texts that she could peruse to glean any hints from legend or local fable of what could be. Just facts of its structures. The tombs below homing her ancestors and heroes of all walks. Even villains, she supposed, were they great enough. A celebration for its reopening that the merchants here were preparing for, the main information on that was that it was a very important and impressive selling day for them. There would be a large caravan heading out when it was about time... and that would be when she would blend in, she figured. She and her ornery feathered beast whom surely would be more reasonable this trip now that it had been fed regularly. Perhaps she should consider trading it?
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PostSubject: Re: A Delay (Following the Thread)    Mon Apr 17, 2017 11:28 pm

So tell me, tell me a story...

She sang low to herself for as long as she felt alone, disregarding the unsettling yellow beady eyes of the dark feathered nuisance hopping around by her feet. She felt out of place, both comfortable and misfit in her skin. Her eyes opening to its presence only when the feathered little creep had the nerve to join her on the bench, daring to get at the crumbs in her lap. She may have been a princess, but she was not at all what the portraits and stories were expecting of her. Pretty, poised, talented and confident and as much as they could tout about how kind and generous she must be--they were wrong. She had a selfish streak like the best of them, and her kindness was scripted at best. Or at least, it was given in the sense that one must be permitted to receive it. It made things unnaturally lonely when she was feeling lost.

Not so lonely as to accept the pestering of a bird, however. She swatted at it with the back of her hand. "Away."

A grating caw from its beak, defiant and unafraid of people. It frequented the square, it learned to dodge and if it waited for the people to leave it had a higher chance of missing out from its bigger brethren swooping in. It took the remaining bread from her hand, spreading its brown wings and beating the air in quick succession to get out of her way as she scrambled to try and snatch it back. Frustrated she gasped and grunted with each extension of her arm, the twist of her waist as she turned out of her seat and onto her feet.

Short of grilling the creature she was pathetically inept against it. Stopping and realizing her loss when she was aware of what she looked like. The blush on her face hidden by the stiff cold of her skin. A lift of her chin and the mere inches of movement her shoulders made as she set herself straight and tall. "Fine. I suppose your scrawny state needs it more than I."

Her exhale gave away her frustrations as she turned away and left the square for the day, choosing not to even see if anyone had noticed her loss against a janitorial avian.


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Restless her days went like this, unperturbed by her surroundings and sampling a little here and there of the village's unique tastes and treasures. Tempered chocolate creations familiar and foreign, these little luxuries had her throat tighten as she felt homesick, letting her guilt pass coin over a selection of bars decorated with the divine treble. Each had a different flavor inside to represent the many distinct cities that made up the trading world. She brought it through the food district and the marketplace to the center courtyard, selecting the same bench she had been regularly sitting at to watch the populace at work when she noticed something peculiar. The masses of carts was diminished, nearly half of them gone already.

She had, at some point in her wanderings, missed the first or even second round of the train out of here. Her heart sank, feeling as though she had wasted her time and caused undue strain on a network of things she had yet to feel or hear about. This was meant to be a quick dive, to chase the end of the thread and return... and all she was doing was sight seeing.

The grackle hopped by her feet and tugged at the leather cord of her boot. She looked down with blame burning in her eyes. "You've distracted me for too long..."
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PostSubject: Re: A Delay (Following the Thread)    Tue Apr 25, 2017 2:07 pm

Chasing a bird with flames licking at her finger tips like many little lighters and match heads. That was what depth of her stoop. She hadn't the energy or stamina to keep up with the darting little thing, finding herself seeking the bench again with an exhausted frustration she couldn't palate. Pale fingers combed and pushed back even paler hair as she tried to fix herself up, make herself decent and less like all the rest around her. Uhrwerkstadt seemed so much quieter with such a hefty portion of its citizens off to Chanson Isole'e. It was embarrassing, she was supposed to be there. She should have been more diligent, she shouldn't have relaxed and let the days go by so quietly.

The guilt compounded.

She should really be in Inizio D'Oro, at the manor, surrounded by sub-royalty and navigating social drama that was as pointless as trying to feed a hummingbird a buffalo. They could have each other, it would make no difference in the end who had who, or even who had who first. Those outside of the wall, the whole of the populace of the Skald's tapestry likely didn't care either. It was an inevitable fate for her that she mostly accepted. If her end would be the same no matter the choice of her father-- then why couldn't she seek the end of the thread?

Her eyes followed some children play hobby-horse in the clock courtyard, running through entire flocks of pigeons and squealing amid the flurry of feathers. She needed to get up, get moving. Get her mount and start off to the next city scape. Not only that but she had been here weeks and she hadn't seen a single member of the Militancy scouring the area for her. She found that odd...

Perhaps the Skald was looking out for her after all... perhaps she really did have friends in that gaggle that primped and shadowed her. Or perhaps they were using her 'illness' as a cover up to buy their own fanciful freedom rather than report her gone. Either was believable, she found. She got up, ignoring the laughing grackle and walked through the market back toward the inn. She had things to pack, and plans to prepare.
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Learning/Logic/Perception/Will2/0/0/51d6/0/0/2d6
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PostSubject: Re: A Delay (Following the Thread)    Wed May 03, 2017 12:45 pm

She wafted through the market again as she made her way back to the inn, collecting stock along the way. A simple rapier with an elegant, swirling, cross guard and ivory grip had caught her attention long enough to warrant purchase along with its accompanied holster that allowed it to hang at her hip at a slight angle designed for easier withdrawal. Not that she knew the proper way to wield it, but at least she would look a little less vulnerable on her own. A few more practical things compelled her to stop, such as a fresh bedroll in case she got herself lost, some travel-friendly meals of jerky for the bird and herself. By the end of the road she was hauling more than a few things in her arms, accessing the pen where her scaled and feathered mount was kept.

The journey from Inizio D'Oro to Uhrwerkstadt had not made them best of friends by far, but there was a recognition between them that allowed her to access the saddle bags without getting snapped at by the teethed beak of the beast. She exchanged her new roll for the one that was there. In the bags she placed the food in one and the shameless accessories and remainder of her 'funds' in the other. She was just about ready to go... but why hadn't she? Right now?

Her thoughts shifted to her missed opportunity, that perhaps she lagged on a purpose she failed to recognize no matter how much she thought of it. Leaving her mount she ventured into the adjoining inn, and approached the counter where she struck up a short conversation with the owner. She asked about travel length, the worth of traveling now that she had missed the 'train' and if there was going to be a second go. From what she gathered, there wouldn't be another mass pilgrimage as the one she missed but it was still a worthy time to visit the now crowded city. The Inn keep went on to tell her about her ancestral abode, what it was before the shift that all familial heirs would be confined to the crown's manor. Another mystery she never could get an answer about... though she supposed it was no great loss that she wasn't shipped off to an equally confining situation just to learn to be proper. Poise had been drilled in to the point that even now she stood as though she were by her father's side ready to receive people on the dais at the Coil party.

Then she learned about flag throwing. The crowds would be busy between the saturated marketplace and the dramatics of an acrobat show with wavy cloth. She should indeed head out... slip in unnoticed and do whatever it was the thread wanted her to do.
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