1629, Earth Season, Sartar
Context
Mellia is in the area while the other PCs are as well, but is heavily pregnant. Prax Season 6, S1
Events
Mellia is in the courtyard at Silor’s. From her point of view the weather is perfect.
Many people are in the courtyard in the late afternoon. The more public area towards the gate has a few guards pretending to practice, and several people working on the building of stools and tables. The sun is being kind, giving all the heat he can. An alynx has melted in the shade.
Venlar has cried off exercise and is busy making sure his wife has everything.
Mellia beams at Venlar. “Have I told you that I love you lately?”
“I do believe it was mentioned,” he notes. “I think that is everythIng. I-“
Then his father sits down in Venlar’s seat.
“Hello, Father. Come to enjoy the sunshine while you can?” Mellia smiles at Silor.
“I greet Yelm regularly,” Silor replies. “And I have to stare at him throughout. Venlar, you should get yourself a seat. Fancy standing around so.”
“I make a good sunshade for my wife,” her husband points out.
“I am from Esrolia,” Mellia points out. “Love of my life, please get another chair and sit down.”
Venlar smiles, and goes off to get one.
“I had been hoping to catch you,” Silor says. “Will you accept my invitation to the Cinder Fox tula to have my grandchildren there?”
“I would love to. Thank you, Father. I don’t think the hospital here really needs me to help now,” says Mellia.
“We could move while you still can,” Silor says thoughtfully. “Ah, here is Venlar. My son, your wife has accepted an invitation to make your mother happy.”
Venlar looks suspicious.
“We’re going to Cinder Fox Tula,” Mellia explains.
“Oh, only that? Was that so important, father?”
Silor smiles broadly. “I need to keep in practice. And besides, I have some plans. Someone born in the clan lands is a much better inheritor of the hard work we put in, after all.”
“Ah, “ says Mellia. “I confess that I am a little bit nervous about letting my mother and Grandmother Saiciae meet any daughters I might have.”
“That is easy enough to manage,” Silor says. “Have them brought up by a Temple.”
“But…” Venlar falls silent, puzzling that through.
“I want to raise my children myself,” Mellia says firmly. “Above all, I don’t want to make the same mistake my mother made with me.”
“Choose the right Temple,” Silor says, just as Venlar asks, “Which Temple?”
“Probably the one where your wife is Wyter Priestess,” Silor admits.
Mellia chuckles. “I admit that it is a good idea, Father. I don’t know if or where I will be needed. I know I need to go to Boldhome. Did you know that Berra’s about to be exiled?”
Venlar looks thoughtful, and then winces. Silor just winces.
“Ye-esssss,” he says carefully. “It did seem to be in the stars.”
“Xenofos didn’t say why. I want to get that reversed. She is my oldest friend.” Mellia looks determined.
“She disobeyed the wishes of the Starbrow,” Silor says. “Gunda’s body was left unburned.”
“Ah”, Mellia says.1And fails Insight.
“It might be more effective to wait until she is no longer angry, and indeed until she is home. She will not be back for at least a week, probably more.” Silor looks regretful.
Mellia nods. “I am saving my explanation of the link between leaving the dead to rot and hordes of disease spirits for after I recover from the birth.”
“Probably for the best. She does not…” Silor takes a deep breath. “Be careful around Jengharl. He is angry at your friend.”
Mellia nods. “Could we go to the Tula tomorrow morning, Father?”
“Splendid idea. I’ll go have arrangements made. Venlar, this seat is better than yours. You could sit here.” Up Silor gets. His son sits down, opining, “That man is more spider than fox.”
“I know, but that’s the duty of a clan leader.” Mellia replies with a smile.
Venlar nods and sets himself to doing absolutely nothing in the hot sun.
- 1And fails Insight.
