Isabela
Ramblings in a Poitainian Spring
I like Tinabula. Power there, and strength behind the smile and occasional giggliness. Perceptive also.
Why pray here rather than the Temple at Fort Conviction?
I looked about the Chapel in Caenna, its old familiarity, the scent of incense still flavoured with Baione flowers as it was when my mother prepared it, for I follow the same recipe.... Safety here, calmness. A place that has always been. For much as I strive to build Invicta's new home strong, there is a nagging fear that perhaps it will go the way of Fort Invicta
WAR comes to Kemena, part 2
The man strides angrily past the many guards of the sweltering compound into a burnt-red chamber of the fortress half as old as time. It is time for her to be given another dose but right now he needs her awake and at least partly able to talk. He lifts the slight body of the young woman in blue, growling into her face as her fugged mind and eyes try to focus on his mohawk.
I have something I need you to do woman.
Blinking and mumbling, the only clear words she gets out are Rel.
Oh, you're about to talk to him, my dear. He slaps her hard across the face. Dagger point under her chin to quell her struggles.
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The Kidnapping of Kemena
Isabela is tired.
Tired of the constant pain, mental images of pain, physical pain, the emotional pain. She sleeps rarely and when she does she dreams. Of pain, her daughter screaming in pain.
Sitting in the dark, listening to the sounds of night, the distant howl of the coyote, the soft footfall is out of place. Focusing her eyes on the figure shrouded in darkness she realizes that he is speaking.
WAR comes to Kemena, part 1
