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There she is, the High Lady of Hansen

This Mornings wip :)

-> Siva took a sip of tea herself with relish before she began to explain with a satisfied sigh: "First of all, I'm delighted to have you all back safe and sound."

She turns to Mina

Siva: "Thank you for looking after them."

The Vahnin nods.

"A lot has happened since you left x months ago," she opens as she folds her hands.

Siva: "As you have probably already learnt, my lineage has been elevated to nobility. This means that each and every Hansen is now: of Hansen. With the dignity of High Lady of the Drachan Empire and now also the honourary citizenship of Dravenfels, I have also received the property of my birthline - that of Varina."

She pauses for a moment and takes another sip of tea. Tiana's gaze flits to Bo, who has turned white as a sheet.

Siva: "That explains the fortune that has found its way into my hands and perhaps also the little party I threw in your honour. "

"Small?" Bo slips out.

Bo: "The whole town is celebrating…"

Siva turns to her husband with a smile.

Siva: "If it had been up to me, we would have stopped work for a fortnight, but Master Kilvin was able to give me such short notice - there is much to do at the moment."

She smiles with satisfaction at the last statement. <-

Tales from the High Seas 3, The Dreaming Fire, Chapter 6: The Lily's Song

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The Flight of the Owl (wip)

We are finally approaching the end of the chapter :)

-> Tiana could not say how long she had remained in the nothingness, because time did not matter in a place without material existence, but all at once she was awake. Twitching, the eyes of the body opened, but perceived only a blurred image of the surroundings. Around him stood some people bending over him and talking frantically to each other. The ears could barely understand any of it and Tiana, whose thoughts were drowned out by a tremendous pain, screamed with the mouth that seemed to be hers. Where she was, the young woman could not determine for sure - only that she was no longer floating in the void was certain.

Suddenly she was hoisted up, which only intensified the booming torment in her head that belonged to her body. Despite the searing pain, she remembered that her arms and legs also belonged to him - no, to her - and she desperately tried to fight back. However, her efforts met with a disappointing lack of success, which led Tiana to give up the fight. The stinging behind her temples was too great to waste what little strength the battered body offered her on it. Again an uncontrolled scream escaped her, which at least made it easier to endure the agony. Cold sweat ran down her cheeks, while her entire body began to tremble.

Hoping it might help, she closed her eyes and was immediately overcome by a faintness…. <-

The Flight of the Owl, Chapter 8: The Smuggler's Son and His Bride (wip)

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The Flight of the Owl (wip)

I’m finally seeing the end of the overhaul of chapter 8 on the horizon :D

-> The pain was gone. Is that the end? Am I dead? Tiana tried to look around, but she couldn't feel her body, which meant that she couldn't turn her head to look around either. She simply had no head - no eyes - with which to spy anything. The acolyte was in the void and had no physicality with which to feel sensations. She was alone with her thoughts, which tried to soothe her. Tiana, however, refused to listen to them, for she was too overwhelmed by any absence of all impressions. Silence and darkness surrounded the acolyte's mind in infinite impressiveness.

Suddenly there was a light that she could not see and yet perceived. Her mind cautiously approached the brightness.

All of a sudden she had a feeling in her legs again, which only allowed her a shaky stand. There was her body overwhelmed by the return of her [sensations], which hurriedly raised a hand in front of the blinded eyes. The breath of the irritated lungs went heavily, while the fingers of the left hand tingled. The nose on the face perceived the smell of paper and candle soot, with Tiana slowly becoming mistress of her legs. Her mind only gradually became aware of its regained physicality - had it been a wafting breath of thought only moments ago.

Blinking, the young woman tried to adjust her eyes to the new light as the body slowly lowered its hand. She noticed a pleasant warmth in her surroundings - just as if she were standing near a crackling fireplace. Tiana shook herself to finally become the mistress of her body again. <-

The Flight of the Owl, Chapter 8: The Smuggler's Son and His Bride (WIP)

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Slow progress is still progress :)

-> After she returned to the salesroom with her old clothes over her right arm, the Drairi tailor approached her with one hand closed. Only when the young woman looked at him in irritation did he open it with a smile, revealing a purple hair ribbon woven with silver draves circling each other.

"This ribbon I would like to leave to you for the courage you have paid and the ability to reason, [Acolyte]-Tiana."

With a gentle smile that reminded Tiana of her - already deceased many winters ago - Uncle Haskil, he held the ribbon out to her promptly, and the young woman, barely able to put into words her emotion at the precious gift. For a long time she had not thought about the always cheerful man who had often enough told her bedtime stories in her childhood days when her mother sailed around the world. Since he had died, it seemed to Tiana, he had been banished from her memory, though this was possibly also because he had gone with the times when she had been just five winters as. <- The Flight of the Owl, Chapter 8: The Smuggler's Son and His Bride (WIP)

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After days of making the apartment catproof, I can type a little again :)

"Yes, because her feathers are as white as the flakes that fall from the sky in winter."

She deliberately avoided saying snow, for that word did not exist in the Drairi language and the girl would do as much with the Leoran word as Elli. Niemera, who of course was oblivious to the young woman's linguistic dilemma, squeaked as children often did when confirming information that spoke to them. So the acolyte, being the miserable businesswoman that she was, braced her right arm on her hip and demanded an answer, "Do we have a deal?"

Eagerly, the girl nodded and ducked into the house, where now Tiana also followed her with a deep sigh. As much as this little moment with the farmer's daughter had gladdened her heart, she was afraid to look again into Agda's smiling mask.

The dreaming Fire (wip)

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