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Dec 3, 2009 0:45:48 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Dec 3, 2009 0:45:48 GMT -5
Two days ago:
There was a such a buzz shrouding the palace. Rumors by mouth whispered among the servants, and the subject was casually chatted about among guards when the shift was over. Young handmaidens giggled about silly, girlish topics before their elders came, wielding a duster, and, with great flight, the fluttering wings of skirts carried the girls off. Cleaners leaned on their brooms and smiled flirty, good grins to the fleeing young ladies as each one contemplated and determined which young lady he would ask to be his celebration date.
While menial tasks were dusted, swept, and polished away by servants or volunteers, larger, more decisive tasks were tackled and conquered by one soul. Constantly swamped with inconclusive council of advisement members, distressed workers without a clue, and the occasional decorators vying for preference, Sali was always engaged in some brain activity that plotted out the 400th anniversary of the Beast Wars end. They ranged from necessary politics to which leaf did she like the best. And all the while being followed after, sought after like hounds on a prey trail, Sali had to point out a miscellaneous object that appeared displaced or respond directly to something miniscule. Datapads bleeped and lit up the faces of the one or two people who tagged after her now. At the moment she wasn’t bothered with nothing more of decorations other than “Does it look right?”. Since she wasn’t extraordinarily busy, she sought out one face which had stated that they would help oversee the dining room, and/or also a ballroom.
“Saydy! Saydy, I need your help,” Sali was calling over to the woman as another datapad bearing man materialized by her right elbow. “I need you to complete my invitations. I got halfway through them before I was called. Those who need to be invited are marked. No, not red. Red is war and blood. Not yellow either. It’s an aggravating color,” as Sali was saying to a decorator. And then she had to fade off again, a voice whispering in her ear.
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“Handmaiden Saydy, wait a moment if you will.” The brown-eyed woman paused a moment and turned slightly as a man proceeded to hurry to catch up to her. He was dressed smartly, professionally even, and one of those hovering around the queen when he had an idea to express. He gestured to the handmaiden, with a light touch to her arm, to steer to the side of the corridor. There, a swift glance behind him, he lifted a single chit. He kept his voice low, as if this were a secret. “This here is one extra invitation.”
“To who?”
“That is not important, so long as he also receives an extended invitation. He’s beyond the planet.”
“Did Her Highness ask of it?”
She’s going to be stubborn, fine, the Advisor was thinking. “No. Let us say it is a bit of a surprise.”
“Who?”
“Well enough,” he said, rooting out the frustration from his tone. “You’ll be sighting his name anyway. His Highness on Corellia, Rook Solosten. Don’t let the queen know.”
“Why would we invite Corellian to our celebration?”
The man sighed, now rolling his eyes, and then stared back down at Saydy. “If you didn’t notice, the queen did go on a trip to Corellia to visit him to make sure he was okay after all the assassinations. Not only that, but she’s been rather preoccupied with something since she’s returned. Up until now, though, with the preparation for the anniversary taking her mind away from whatever it’s been she’s been thinking about. Basically, me and a couple of the others figure we should…” he paused for a moment as someone passed by, “… should culture this relationship with Corellia.”
“A couple as including your daddy, I suppose.”
“He set me up to snag you, yes. Anyway, Saydy, take this chit and send that invitation as you would to anyone else. All right?” He had snagged her hand and folded the chit into her fingers. Then he lifted the hand and pressed his lips to her fingers. “I shall see you in two nights.” With a quick cheek kiss to the handmaiden, the man dropped her hand and walked down the hall.
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“Your Majesty, King Solosten; this is a formal invitation to the celebration of Onderon’s 400th year anniversary of the end of the Beast Wars. Queen Hyria will be hosting an honorary ball with both guests of nobility and those riders of the beasts. You will be an included special guest of the Queen’s. Disclosed in the second piece of this message will be information regarding your arrival… … …”
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Dec 3, 2009 14:21:33 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Dec 3, 2009 14:21:33 GMT -5
Yesterday:
Yes, I understand the significance...
Then His Majesty will we-
Yes, I'll wear it tomorrowat the celebration. I think I can afford to dress a bit more comfortably today.
The servant bowed out of the room, leaving Rook alone with his thoughts for the first time in the last 24. Ever since the invitation had arrived, his advisers had been in a fit to ensure that Corellia presented its best face. It was best that Rook cultivated his friendship with Queen Hyria, he'd been advised. Corellia and Onderon, though they'd never been on bad terms, could always use a boost of friendship. Rook's personal protests and embarrassment would fall on selectively deaf ears, and so he'd never uttered them.
With a sigh, Corellia's king sank into a chair in his chamber aboard the ship that was now on its way to Onderon. They'd left that afternoon, seeing as how there was no direct hyperspace route between Corellia and Onderon, it would be a full day's travel. Their departure was timed precisely so that they would arrive the morning of the celebration.
Though there was no way of telling other than to look at a chrono, Rook could feel that it was late, and he really needed to get some sleep if he was going to be presentable in the morning. He was dressed and prepared for bed, but every time he glanced toward his pillow, a wave of nerves would turn his stomach and he'd have to look away. If he fell asleep now, it would be no time before he awoke. And that would mean he'd have to face her.
On a desk near by where he sat, a small box was wrapped in a fine gold paper. The paper was decorated with green and purple vines that, when catching the light at just the right angle, sparkled. Inside that box was something Rook wasn't sure he wanted to give to Sali. It felt like a bribe. As if presenting it would be like buying her forgiveness. He was still baffled that he'd received any sort of invitation from Sali to begin with. He was sure she'd never want to speak with him again. But then again, he was well aware that personal wants and desires had little to do with the affairs of state. Rook and Sali had been players in the saga of propriety their entire lives. One night of awkward conversation was nothing new to either of them.
But he still felt like the gift was a buy out, even if it wasn't his idea. Yet again, the advisers had obliged to do his thinking for him. He could not argue the craftsmanship of it though. The jeweler that had created the necklace was skilled indeed. The elaborate design was striking, yet maintained a simple nature. It was not to be a public gift, such a thing would be unseemly. Rook had been advised to present the gift in a private setting, should one arise, as a means of thanks for the Queen's thoughtful visit.
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Today:
No matter how avidly one might fight it, time marches continuously and without fail. His ship had arrived in Onderon space, and was now being escorted into the atmosphere. Rook had been roused, fed, and dressed in a daze. The whole while, his stomach protested what was bound to come. When the ship landed, he'd be taken to the palace, and he would have to face her. No matter how he fought against it, the seconds ticked away.
When the ramp lowered, Rook descended out into the cool morning light and was greeted by an honorary security detail. Checking that he had Ra's portable server secure in an inside jacket of his coat, Rook turned to assure himself the droid was close behind. It was strange how quickly he'd come to find comfort in Ra's presence.
The trip to the palace was short, and relatively uneventful. Once they arrived they were caught up in the seeming chaos of preparations. Perhaps they were a bit early. Wading through the main halls, Rook was escorted to a more private receiving room. Now it was his turn to wait and be welcomed. Oh, how the tables had turned.
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Dec 4, 2009 21:05:34 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Dec 4, 2009 21:05:34 GMT -5
“There’s a what?” The down tone of the voice signified the initial disbelief of the queen. She cocked her head slightly, staring at her plainclothes guard, completing the soft brush’s run down the length of her dark hair. She blinked a couple of times. “There’s a what? And where…” she glanced at a chrono, “At this time?”
“There’s a guest already here, waiting in the receiving room.”
“You’re certain?” she asked with a quirked eyebrow.
“Indeed. He’s awaiting you now.”
“Well, that’s just decent! Who comes in the morning when the thing starts in the mid-afternoon? I’m not an hour out of bed yet!” Sali gave a dramatic sigh and tossed her hair brush onto the stand. She glanced down at herself, studying the simple, straight maroon gown made for wandering the palace. It was going to have to be enough. Anyone who arrived too early could look at the morning mess that was her. With a glance at herself in the mirror, the face alterations - make-up - were viciously ignored as Sali stood up and started out of her chambers.
“Milady!”
Helena. Sali opened the door on her own and began down the hall.
“Milady, your hair’s not even up!” The poor girl sounded in some sort of horrifying despair.
“It’s brushed!” she said over her shoulder, lifting her hand up and then down again as she stepped lively down the corridor. Her confidence was thrust out before her despite the confused glances she received by a couple of the servants carrying the last minute decorations around. Helena chased her down the hall for only a moment more, then the handmaiden’s footsteps faltered. As the queen rounded the corner, Helena turned around to take notice in the smirking, giggling Saydy, holding the plainclothes guard by the forearm.
As Sali grew closer to the receiving room, she had suddenly accumulated an advisor on her short journey. For the most part, she appeared quite oblivious of the council member, or only gave distracting, vague comments in return to his skeptical ones.
“My queen, I’m not quite certain that’s presentable.”
“Uh-huh.”
"Did you even paint your face?”
“It’s not pretty enough?”
“That’s not what I meant to imply."
“Look, it’s the morning. I’m not planning on dolling up until the main celebration I have planned. Which is tonight. This foolish noble who comes in the morning can just be scarred with the ugliness of his queen.” And perhaps run away out of fright and forget about any proposal of dining together. The sarcasm only served to draw out a sigh from the adviser, and he halted some distance from the door Sali was having to enter through.
Security stood by the door. One guard tipped his head to the side. “Your Highness, I don’t know it the Council will be pleased with your current apparel while greeting this man.” He reached for the door controls anyway.
“They already know. Open the door.”
“As you wish.”
The door swished open with an airy hiss of breath. Sali took her first to steps into the door, a stiff greeting on her tongue and to question the noble’s choice on arrival. Upon sight of who she was greeting, the stop of her walk was more like a skid. Fortunately, she didn’t pitch forward in her surprise. Her eyes went wide with her shock and her lips naturally curved into an “O” shape. Those lips quickly pressed together and she swallowed, glancing back quickly, she could see one of the youngest advisers standing in the doorway with a slight hint of a grin as the door shut.
Sali drew in a deep breath, working very hard to keep herself from yelling at the door, realizing exactly what had happened. As she returned her eyes to Rook, that breath was slowly, gently released. How did she recover? It had been too long. She should have been prepared with a direct greeting, especially if she was going to melt the ice that had formed between them last time.
“Morning,” she finally uttered, not sure what else to say. Sali bounced a moment, fishing for something else to say. “I…” She bounced again, looking around the room. Something… something… “Certainly…” Bounce. “Wasn’t expecting you?” she sounded just as clueless as she looked and felt.
By the Force! Worst greeting ever! Good heavens, Rook, please realize that at least something is amiss. Please, please, please.
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Post by Meira on Dec 8, 2009 12:59:24 GMT -5
Rook had deigned to take a seat in one of the plush chairs that dotted the room. As he sat, he noted the thickness of the fabric. There would be no queens slipping around in this palace, he mused to himself with a chuckle. No, they'd stay firmly in one spot. The light memory caused his lips to curve upward in an unthinking smile. Temporarily, the painful memory of his parting with Sali had melted away. But of course, it would come flooding back when he heard the muffled sound of voices nearing the door.
Like a flood, images invaded his mind. Her eyes on the golden beach, clouded by confusion and what he was sure was fear as he had raged, the disappointment she tried to hide when he all but banished her from his presence. In his mind now, he could see past his own confusion of the time and understand that she had been just as confused as he. And now, who knows, that confusion might have frozen into anger, hatred. In all likelihood, she'd storm through that door now and tell him where he could shove it.
Rook stood just as the door slid open. He ran his hand down along the front of his clothes to smooth out any wrinkles and turned in time to see Sali skid to a halt. Like hers, Rook's eyes had widened, and like hers, his mouth had opened in surprise. It was not her presence that he was surprised with, nor was it her appearance. His surprise was a mere reflection of her own, and a reaction to her sudden stop. Like Rook had already done a time or two, he moved to support the queen, should she lose her balance. But this time Sali was in no need of saving, and Rook's hands quickly retreated behind his back where they clasped together.
Rook had caught the glimpse of an adviser smiling as the door closed. It was curious, but he didn't give it much thought. Surely the man was just happy that the day's events would soon unfold? Part of him denied this though, recognizing the gratification behind the smile, but he didn't have time to muse over the motives of an unknown adviser.
“Morning,” Morn-
The two had stumbled over the word at the same time. Rook bit his lip, aborted the greeting half-way to allow Sali to continue. She blundered through the rest of her greeting, though Rook wasn't entirely sure a greeting was the proper term for it. His brow furrowed. Not expected? Surely they'd had the day right. Yes, he'd heard workers comment about it on his way to the receiving room. The Celebration was indeed today.
It was then that Rook noticed Sali's state. He'd not noticed that her hair was down. A passing thought gave his approval however. He'd not noticed that she was not dressed ornately, as might be expected on such an occasion. Lastly, her face was clean of any makeup that might have hid its more subtle features. The thought that he was looking at her, truly at her, in this moment softened his eyes for a moment before the shock of realization hit him. She hadn't expected him yet.
I'm early?.... I'm EARLY! Rook's ears flushed red. How embarrassing. Averting his eyes, Rook bowed his head slightly. I'm very sorry Sali. You must be extremely busy. Please, don't let me keep you.
Rook was backing towards the door, ready to bolt as soon as it was open. It was a mistake to have come here. He knew that now. If he had any sense in him he'd run back to his ship and set off immediately, he'd have respectfully declined the invitation... he'd have never kissed her to begin with.
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Dec 14, 2009 20:35:55 GMT -5
Post by Squee on Dec 14, 2009 20:35:55 GMT -5
There was short, shy silence as Sali waited for Rook’s reply. At the moment, she really felt exposed and uncomfortable. She should not have been so aggravated that someone was here this morning. In the past she would have taken the time to prepare for any such kinds of meetings. She would have made the visitor wait, especially if he was early. In some people, early was considered punctual. To Sali, being early meant you were trying to consume as much of her time as possible. There was a reason she always gave a specific time: so those wanting to see her would only use up the time she allotted.
Today though, she hadn’t made her visitor wait. Annoyance had taken her over and she had acted impulsively. That specific trait was disallowed in a queen. Yet, she had acted out anyway.
And she was seriously regretting it as she stood before Rook. Her life was surrounded by the belief of being beautiful. The hair had to be perfectly shaped, perfectly sculpted. Her make up had to be flawless. Her attire had to symbolize her regal position. Here she was dressed in something a little more than a nightgown. There wasn’t a dot of paint to cover whatever blemish she might have acquired during her sleep. Her hair was straight or resting on her shoulder, in an uncontrolled way. It was awkward and horrifying to Sali at the same time.
When he finally spoke in a questioning tone, Sali only nodded. He was early if he was here for the celebration. She was assuming that was why he was here. And he was here, on bad timing, because of Telha. That fact she was guessing at as well. Some advisors were going to be hearing from an aggravated queen.
The change in Rook’s facial features as he exclaimed his question happened so quick it was humorous. Sali smiled wide but suppressed the giggle. “Yes, you’re early if it is the celebration you are here for. As for busy…” By now he had expressed his apologies and was trying to excuse himself. His ears had turned red and he didn’t make eye contact with her. “Not as busy as I’ve been the past few days.”
This is not how I wanted this meeting to go! This encounter with Rook was beginning to stress her out. They had parted last time on unhappy and uncertain terms. Sali had been trying to think of some way she could meet Rook and soothe over things. For a while, she was worried he might be holding some kind of grudge or other unkind feelings toward her. With him before her now, invited by someone, Sali was hoping that he wasn’t. Until she knew, she didn’t want him slipping through her fingers and scuttling away to where she didn’t know how to reach him! Agh, you frustrating little… little… cowardly man. You little hermit crab going for the door! Come back here!
“Stop.”
The simple word was none too gentle. It was none too cruel. It was a basic, dead tone of command that would hopefully halt Rook in his tracks. Neither eyes of softness nor eyes of stone stared at him as she positioned herself between him and the door. She wasn’t going to be nice to him until she knew why he was here and knew his intentions.
“I’m not going to play actress around you even though the council members would like me to. Why are you here? Were you invited to our celebration? If you’re here on behalf of your advisors, you should leave right now. The door is right behind me. I’m not going to be part of a political puppet show all about you and me and about how great our planets would be if we pretended to be friends. I… I won’t play it. If you’re here on behalf of yourself and on a mission to establish a real relationship, you are more than welcome to stay here even if I do appear like I was dragged out of bed by my toes.
“Tell me why.” Her half-step forward brought her about arms length away from him. Her seriousness was snared in her gaze, and if she found his eyes, she wasn’t going to let them go.
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Dec 15, 2009 11:31:20 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Dec 15, 2009 11:31:20 GMT -5
Averted eyes ensured that Rook didn't see the smile that played across her face at his expense. No, Rook was thoroughly embarrassed now. Not even her reassurance that she was not so busy could stop his retreat for the door. Yes, it'd definitely been a mistake to come here. He'd insulted her on Corellia by asking her to leave, and now he insulted her again by arriving too early, and obviously unexpected. He didn't want to know what a third strike would earn him.
He had just about completed a turn that would set him on a direct course for the door, and by extension, his shuttle, when Sali's simple command halted his movement. In fact, he'd been in mid stride when he heard the word, and for a moment, like a fool, stood frozen with one foot still a few inches above the ground. When Sali moved to position herself between him and the door, he allowed his foot to touch the ground, stood up straight to his full height, and cleared his throat, still avoiding her gaze.
I’m not going to play actress around you even though the council members would like me to. Of course not. I- Why are you here? What? I- Were you invited to our celebration? You... yes, I- If you’re here on behalf of your advisors, you should leave right now... Sali... If you’re here on behalf of yourself and on a mission to establish a real relationship... ... Tell me why.
her step forward, the seriousness in her voice. They dragged him in, and his eyes fell to meet hers. The trap had set and been triggered. He was caught in her gaze. For a few moments, he couldn't speak, though his mouth did try. He was caught between too many thoughts. Part of him interpreted her questions as more of an inquisition. This prideful side wanted nothing more than to shove the woman aside and walk back to his shuttle, leaving the planet and her insults behind him. Another part, shamed part, wanted to throw himself at her feet and beg her forgiveness for his absurdity. Still another, wanted to pull the woman in, as he'd done on the Golden Coast. Her advance toward him had nearly given this side of him all the justification that he needed.
But it was the rational side of him that finally pushed through and won control of his voice. She wanted the truth, he knew that much. He wasn't sure he knew what the truth was, but he'd try to get her to understand.
I was invited. I... wasn't sure if I wanted to come. My advisers, He winced mentally as he said the word, ...encouraged me to accept. But Sali... Rook closed the small gap that remained between them, placing his hands on her upper arms and holding them there gently. ...The decision to come was ultimately mine. They are not here with me. The light weight of the gift, which sat in an inner pocket of his jacket reminded Rook that his last statement wasn't entirely true.
Sali, I am here to apologize to you. Rook dropped his hands now and almost turned away, but her gaze held him fast. Though... I would like to see what all the fuss is about. He said, a smile cracking across his face as he looked about the decorated room.
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Post by Squee on Dec 22, 2009 6:56:36 GMT -5
As soon as Sali had his gaze, she knew she had captured him. He was the captured rodent beneath her predator’s claws. She stared with the ferocity of a debating politic, and was as stern and serious as delivering a criminal’s sentence for his wrongdoings. Sali could have, for that point an time, been an immovable mountain. She wanted to know the intentions. She lusted for truth. She yearned for understanding of why Rook would appear in her palace today, the morning of a festive anniversary celebration.
If he was here for the wrong direction, she would order her guards to escort him back to his shuttle. She would return to her room and let herself be accessorized with the more “appropriate style” and then she would fall into the routine of today. If Rook was here for the right reasons, and he would know the wrong from right, then Sali was going to allow herself to relax and welcome him into her home. It was either black or white. Gray was not allowed, though her advisors would hiss at her and try to make her create a gray option.
Sali wasn’t going to be fake for Rook. She could not bring the thought to rest on her soul. Not after a hell he’d been through. Besides, there were much better things to attend to than culturing a pseudo relationship with the royalty from Corellia.
So there she stood before Rook with silence between them after his many – and ignored- interruptions. Sali could feel her heart pound, knowing her little speech forthrightly insulted him. She was almost in fear that he would return her stare with an offended glower and stomp past her with a final, farewell snarl. He would leave her with the conclusion of any relationship they had begun. A reenactment of the beach would not be performed he walked out right then.
“I was invited. I... wasn't sure if I wanted to come. My advisers, encouraged me to accept.”
That’s it then, she was beginning to think.
”But Sali,”
Oh? Rook’s hands had lifted and gently taken her by both her upper arms. With his gray eyes fully locked with her brown ones, the motion only seemed to complete the feeling of utter sincerity.
”…the decision to come was ultimately mine.”
He would be able to feel the relaxation in Sali’s shoulders. She had not noticed she had been rigid with tension.
“Sali, I am here to apologize to you.”
From there, Sali visibly deflated. A breathe she had holding, unconscious of that act too, sailed out easily and hardly audibly. That trap-like gaze slackened and her eyes turned soft as the rest of her facial features molded into a calmer disposition. Every fiber of her being that had been livid for answers was now satisfied.
“By fuss, you could be asking about several different things, Rook. There’s the main celebration. There’s the display around the city. There’s the more personal mess about how you received an invitation in the first place. This will sound absolutely horrible, but I did not send you an invitation. I would not have thought of you to attend another planet’s affairs.” She had almost included, Even if the planetary leader was your friend. At the last moment, Sali had deemed the phrase to unfit to be said based on her last encounter with Rook. “I think it was the councilmen’s doings. Nonetheless,” she quickly added, keeping her eyes aligned with his, “do not doubt that I want you to stay here.
“The main celebration is later on in the afternoon. You are, indeed, just a little early. Today marks the 400th anniversary when the Beast Wars ended. We plan to honor the accomplishment of our ancestors and cherish our peace with the beast riders. There will be several of them here tonight along with a few noble people. There’s a planned feast and ball and basically just a nice little party that the palace is obviously decorated up for.
“The city will be wildly celebrating today. I don’t know all of the details of what will happen in the city. I can only assume there will be plenty of drinking and festival vibe beating through their hearts today. There will be plenty to clean up tomorrow.
“I cannot guarantee a trip to the city. I'm likely be needed here in the palace to make some forgotten, it-doesn’t-matter decisions. I can tour you through and show you the main rooms if you would like.”
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Post by Meira on Jan 6, 2010 11:36:09 GMT -5
His last comment had been a shameless attempt to lighten the mood. Rook had felt and seen something of a change in Sali's demeanor as he explained himself. His mind had interpreted this as acceptance of his apology and his reasons for being present. But Rook was ever distrustful of his own observations as they were too often off the mark. So he took that tiny leap of faith and had changed the subject, injecting his handy smile to aid in his attempts.
And from what he could tell, it had worked. Just as Sali seemed to deflate, so did Rook, breathing easier now that the air around the two had lightened. His shoulders relaxed and the grin eased into a natural smile as Onderon's Queen began to explain the number of things Corellia's King might have meant by his use of such a vague word as "fuss".
Rook couldn't help but chuckle as Sali carried on. Really, he should have known better... been more specific. But perhaps part of him simply liked to see her this way, so precise and detailed. He had an inkling that he could just stand back and watch her all day like this and never grow bored of it.
But such thoughts were distractions now. Sali had noted that she hadn't been the one to invite him. Was that a stinging sensation he felt in his chest? It had cropped up quickly and was gone just as fast, like a pin prick. Rook had never put conscious thought as to why he'd received the invitation, and in all truth, it made more sense that her advisers had sent it, but there was a distinct pang of sadness that she didn't even know... hadn't thought to. Of course, what would a Corellian have to do with a celebration on Onderon? No, he couldn't be so silly as to think that Sali would jump at any excuse to see him. Especially not after the way he'd treated her in their last encounter.
Oh I know a thing or two about advisers taking the liberty to make my decisions for me... And yes, if you've the time, a tour sounds wonderful.
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Post by Squee on Jan 13, 2010 21:30:38 GMT -5
Sali kept the awkward, that’s-not-what-I-meant look from erupting across her face. It was best just to hide those feelings and to keep this fresh wave of thoughts to herself. Advisors making decisions for her? It wasn’t as if she had brought up a light topic to her council members about inviting Rook to Onderon’s celebration. She hadn’t a say or thought toward such a thing.
To make Sali appear worse than ever, she had been trying to not think about Rook with the celebration on the rise. That last memory had been fond up until the ending. It was that final event on the beach that had near destroyed all of the loveliness of touring Corellia and visiting the beach. Reflecting the actions and argument on that beach, Sali was embarrassed. It was almost stupid. No, it was stupid. Just a little stupid? Sali couldn’t exactly place an amount of stupidity on her recoil to Rook’s kiss. How so bloody stupid. Beside the stupidity and hurt feelings toward the end of her visit, Sali knew she had a decent time. She had loved it, in fact.
Even that stupid kiss.
She certainly was being childish.
She had been delighted even by the kiss. Only once or twice Sali had been able to fully admit that to herself.
Also in spite of the memory, Sali was happy that Rook was here, but showing that seemed awkward. She had enjoyed the Corellian King’s company before and she was certain she would again.
She only wished he had come a bit later when she was properly dressed.
“Right,” she was saying to Rook, smiling in response to his smile. Sali turned around, leading the way toward the door. “Come along, then. Onderon is no Corellia, but she still has beauty.” Oh, the obviously hinted patriotism. The council members would have been so proud. Sali triggered the button to the door, stepping out to speak to the guards standing there.
“Your service isn’t needed to stay with this door.” Following, she held up a finger to signal for silence, knowing just what the guards would ask next. Quickly, she added, “And I do not need your presence following me and King Solosten. You may return to any previous tasks or take up a new one, as long as it is away from me. One more thing, did you take notice where Tobah flew to?”
“Down the hall, back the direction you came from.”
“Dismissed.” Sali turned then, waving her hand at Rook in gesture to follow her. “The shutters around the windows will be open shortly. This hallway is lined with them on the right side. Shortly, everything will go from gloomy to bright. It will also take us to the Banquet Hall, where the majority of the nobles and higher ranked beast riders will join for the feast.” Sali hadn’t taken them far down the hall before several servants flooded the hallway at once, taking a moment to open the shutters to the large windows to their right. Light flooded and reflected off of several sparkling surfaces. Others followed, ladled with last minute decorations to add to the windows. Stools were used to reach the upper lip of the window, and the servants whispered to one another as Rook and Sali past them.
Sali suddenly smirked upon seeing an inquiry gaze from one woman, resting on Rook. The king was getting glanced at for his attire. He had expected the celebration in the morning for some odd reason. None of the servants were dressed nicely. The guards weren’t in brilliant armor. The couple of overseeing advisers weren’t in brilliant garments. Neither was Sali, though by now she would have been wearing something a step up from the gown she wore now. “You’re a sore thumb in a sea of fingers, Rook, if you’re curious at the quirky looks you’re receiving.”
Down, past the windows, another hallway branched off, the doors open. Sali turned left there, walked several paces to a large, wooden double door. The wood had been re-stained and it glittered with its gloss coating. Sali reached out and collapsed the old-fashioned handle that was obviously recently polished. She pushed the door forward, leading in a cavernous room. Three long tables stretched vertical from them, each several yards long; one to the left, one directly in front of Sali and Rook, and another to the right. Behind the tables was a floor with large tiles. A placement stage, crafted to appear as a step off the floor, sat instruments. Sali went forward, going down a handful of steps before stepping on the main floor. Only a couple of people were here; one was checking the sturdiness of the chair surrounding the tables and another was making adjustments to floral decorations.
“I could have brought you in from one of those two doors there, but figured someone would be there with polishing equipment in a heartbeat,” she said, motioning at the two doors, identical to the one she had just opened, to the left. To the right, the two doors on that side were open, and there were people moving outside them. Blue, dark green, and a rather orange-ish color took up most of the decorative selections, and twisted around or set up on nearly any surface. “We’ll be leaving out the first right door to skim by the gardens.”
Her goal today was to keep her and Rook from reaching another awkward moment or another distasteful ending to the visit. Rook did say he was here to apologize and he had agreed to the tour. Sali was hoping this was a sign that he wanted to try and mend back a stable relationship as well.
"You don't suppose the golden orange color makes things too exuberant that it's hectic, do you?"
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Post by Meira on Jan 18, 2010 16:17:13 GMT -5
Sali wasted no time, turning and leading the way out of the room. Rook smiled to himself as he moved to follow her. It was wonderful to know that their darker last meeting was behind them, and that Sali was willing to move forward in their... friendship. It wasn't the word his heart wanted to use, but it was the appropriate choice.
He had to use quite a bit of will to refrain from laughing as Sali addressed the guard who'd been outside the door. Sometimes Sali was long winded, sometimes she couldn't use fewer words. With the guard, she'd been the latter. Before even a few seconds had passed, she was done with the man and leading Rook down the long corridor. He'd actually had to jog a few steps before he fell into pace just behind her.
Not long after her mention of opening shutters along the hall, servants appeared and did just that. The bright light that quickly entered and danced off the numerous reflective surfaces caused Rook to hold up a hand to shield his eyes. As they adjusted, he got a good look at the view from the corridor over the palace grounds. Yes, Onderon did have its beauty.
When Rook heard Sali's voice again, she was several steps down the hall ahead of him, commenting on how he stood out among all those present and preparing for the celebration. As he again moved to catch up with the light footed woman, he looked down at his own formal attire and chuckled. Well, he'd just have to deal with standing out for a while. There really wasn't much he could do about the situation.
They came into a large banquet hall where the main of the celebration would take place. The architecture was markedly different than that of his home planet, but Rook enjoyed this new and different look. He delighted in the antique door handles, the polished wood. There was something just a little more natural about this room that Rook liked.
Sali pointed out the other possible entrances to the room and Rook nodded. He didn't mention how Sali's thoroughness wasn't needed. Again, it made him smile. By the time this tour was done, he was fairly certain he'd be able to draw a blueprint. Had he been anyone else, that might have been a problem, but Sali needn't worry about Rook doing anything devious. He was along for the ride.
As they moved through the room to the exit Sali had indicated, Rook looked on the decorations with a discerning eye. Sali had asked his opinion and he was keen on giving it to her.
It is definitely eye catching. I rather enjoy the contrast against the blue. He paused to consider if it was indeed too intense. He decided it wasn't. I don't think so, but Sali, this is all quite novel to me. It's such a step away from green and gold and purple I... I can't help but enjoy it.
He was looking forward to seeing the gardens now. Rook's mother had been something of a plant lover when she was alive. She'd made many contributions to the botanical gardens on Coruscant and insisted on well maintained gardens at home. It would be interesting to see how the fauna of Onderon compared to Corellia's. And perhaps they'd be able to slow down there. Perhaps they'd be more alone.
Rook was aware of the speed of this tour. It could mean a few things, either Sali was far more busy than she'd let on, she was nervous, or... he feared to even think it... she was hoping to get away from him, that she'd just faked acceptance of his apology and just wanted to get away. He wanted to address the issue, but not while others were so close that they might hear.
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Post by Squee on Jan 24, 2010 7:10:49 GMT -5
The queen was getting giddy. She could feel the feathered funnies tickling her on the inside, making her want to giggle like a silly little girl. That little girl who hid her teasing smile behind folded hands. That little girl that giggled and laughed for what seemed no apparent reason while dancing hyperactively on her toes. That little girl with the glint in her eye that would tell her spotter that she had or knew something he didn’t. Sali had adored Corellia, and she was positively eager to give the best introduction of Onderon to Rook. Wouldn’t it be a bummer if he didn’t like her home as much as she liked his?
It was as Sali lead Rook down part of the corridor that she noticeable realized that she was having to look behind her to see and/or speak to Rook. This startled her a little bit. He was slow? Or was she too fast? She had to be too fast. As she glanced over her shoulder to once again spy on Rook, she noticed a kind of skipping step. He was all but jogging after her! Why hadn’t he told her to slow down?
Sali wasn’t aware of it, but she also had previous and present interactive factors impacting on her. All her mind was used to engaging in the past few days was speed. Speed to make decisions, speed to reach on side of the palace to the other, speed, speed, speed. The hustle and bustle was still all around her. Everyone in the palace was fast forwarding through some kind of awkward ballet; a mild tripping there, a stumble there, a little snap between two who were quietly debating what looked better in what order. Influenced by past days and by the people around her, Sali still went about rather rushed, even if she wasn’t feeling so personally.
She would control her footsteps better in the garden, Sali promised herself. She liked the garden anyway. If she were to slow down any place, it would be in the garden. There shouldn’t be much of anyone there. Sali could calm herself and allow Rook actually time to breathe while he walked.
For the moment, though, she was enjoying the way Rook’s gait resembled an awkward bunny rabbit.
Sali exited left, through a door she opened with the touch of a button. There was a brief overhang that was supported by a handful of large pillars, with green vines tangled up the sunnier side of them. The greenery rose thickly up, thinning out reaching the overhang, which proved to be a sheltered balcony. Red flowers spotted the vines, and Sali paused at the base of one pillar to gently support and smell one. There wasn’t much to say about the garden, Sali thought, because the garden spoke for itself. She waited there for Rook to come up beside her and steeled herself from launching forward. Instead she opened her arms in a wide gesture.
“Well… it’s… a garden.”
Indeed it was! In the immediate center there was a basic fountain of about three stacked rings with the top a trio of large vases leaning on each other for support while water casually poured from their openings. Little lilies relied on round pads to float on the clear surface. At the moment, twittering birds of yellow and red hopped around the rim, heads tilting and wings fluttering when one came too close to another. It was with trimmed bushes in rounded prisms and shrubs that sprouted colored blossoms in clumps. There were bell flowers and high class roses. There were trees, too, that were bare but Sali pointed out that some were fruit trees and some weren’t. Every clay surface, of course, had a design imprinted onto their surfaces. These were the benches or the places that contained some of the floral and greens. It was rather large, of course, with a statue here and there of some famous ruler.
Sali looked at Rook, hand rising to tuck hair behind her ear. His shoulder attracted her eyes next and they meandered down the arm closest to her. She considered grabbing his arm gently or attempting to thread her arm around his to help take a more careful lead. She dismissed it though, figuring the only reason she’d be taking his arm would be to keep tabs on her own pace. So, she lifted her eyes once again and looked for quick eye contact before gesturing with her chin toward the garden. “Onward.”
As Sali took her first couple of steps, she took care to reduce her speed to half, which was more or less normal. She lead way up to the fountain, startling the birds to nearby trees and scaring a couple of sight-loving insects into flight. “This is probably the oldest thing in this garden.” The fountain architecture looked rather worn and there were thousands of areas that had been filled in to prevent further cracking. “Or maybe one of the other statues is older. Or about the same. I never did remember.”
Jingle, jingle, jingle… “MrrrrOW!” Jingle, jingle, jingle… “Mr-hrew.” Jing! Jing! Jinglejingjingle!
With a quirky eyebrow, Sali turned slightly to watch as a large domestic feline jogged around a bush and nimbly hopped from the raised proportion to a bench, from the bench to ground. With another vocalization of his appearance, the black-striped gray tabby stopped at Sali’s feet and rubbed his cheek against the dress until it hit her leg. Leaning against her, he staggered forward, tail curling, then stood up with his forepaws on the fountain edge. “Row?”
“Roger, is this where they did off with you this morning?” Sali bent to pick the cat up by the armpits, the held Roger against her with an arm to support his hindquarters. No sooner had she touched him, Roger broke out into a purr that could shame starships. “Do you like cats, Rook? Or any kind of animal?” Sali scratched behind his ears, absentmindedly pausing as Roger brushed his rough, spotted tongue over her thumb, the little ball on his collar ringing softly. Little purple flowers were stuck to the feline’s fur and Sali swiped them away with her hand before scratching under Roger’s chin.
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Post by Meira on Jan 27, 2010 13:25:41 GMT -5
As it had been through the opened shutters in the corridor inside, the sun was dazzling as the two royals stepped out through a door. Though they stood under the overhang, the bright light caused Rook to squint slightly as his eyes adjusted. When they did, he smiled. Though the style and designs were different, the gardens emanated a familiar feeling of home. At the same time, each uniquely Onderonian feature made this garden new and lovely to look at. But the green, and all the colors of the flowers kept it familiar in a way. It truly was beautiful.
Rook stood next to Sali, taking in the sight, and there was much to see. The water in the fountain ahead of them caught the light, making it appear to have thousands of diamonds floating around on its surface. The birds chirped, adding a bit of music to the painting that was paid out before him. Rook chuckled at Sali's words. Indeed, it was a garden.
And a beautiful one. He added, turning his eyes toward hers with a smile. He followed her forward and out into the sun. She spoke about the fountain, but now that he had looked at her, he couldn't tear his eyes away. The sun was warm on her brown hair, giving it a soft glow. He wanted to reach his hand out and run his fingers through it, but held both hands clasped behind his back.
Soon enough, they were joined by another, the small feline announcing his presence. Rook angled his head downward to catch sight of the cat as it affectionately rubbed it's head against Sali's leg. Smiling, he watched as she talked to and picked the cat up. Roger. He chuckled at the name. When Sali asked if he liked cats, or animals in general, he nodded.
Yes I....
He paused. Rook had reached his hand out to give Roger a quick scratch on top of his head when the cat had ceased its purring for a moment to give a low growl. Rook's hand promptly returned to its partner behind his back. As soon as his hand was clear, Roger resumed his purring in Sali's arms. Rook cleared his throat with a small laugh.
Well, I've never had much luck with cats... He said, thinking back to that fateful encounter with a sand panther that had killed his closest friend and nearly killed him as well. But he shook away that thought. Now was most definitely not the time to be thinking about such things. He allowed his eyes to fall back on Sali. The effect was instant. He smiled as the sight of her washed away all else.
But I've got some hounds back home. They're hunting dogs, but good companions as well. And they make excellent foot warmers on winter nights. That is if they don't decide they deserve pillows the same as me. Sometimes they can take over the whole bed.
He chuckled, leaning over to run his fingers through the cool water of the fountain. After a moment, he took a seat on the fountain's edge, glancing his eyes back up toward Sali.
I'm not keeping you, am I? He said after a moment, his gray eyes searching hers. I know you must be very busy. I'm glad that you took the time to show me around, especially here. He gestured at the garden around them. But I don't want to be a bother.
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Post by Squee on Feb 21, 2010 3:36:47 GMT -5
((This should not have taken this long. I’m sorry.))
When Roger had growled at Rook, Sali was surprised. He was usually such a nice cat. He purred at those who petted and gave him attention. He avoided or scurried away from the ones who scowled at his presence. He was one of the two cats Sali had and the one who slept closest to her on the bed. Even as Rook retracted his hand from Roger, she still turned slightly, distancing Roger further from Rook. She frowned, looking at the feline in her arms. He was purring again, digging his nose beneath her chin and whiskers tickling against her neck.
“Well! I’ve never thought of him to be choosey, with or without luck with cats,” Sali replied. She shuffled Roger in her arms and bent to place all four of his paws back on the ground. He twisted in a half circle, confusion seeming to dab into his bright eyes. He let out a protesting mew and once more ran the side of his face against Sali. “Go on. Shoo.” Another mew. “I said shoo!” She waved her hands down at the cat, who finally seemed to understand that he was not wanted any longer. His tail curling to form a curve in the shape of a question, he padded off and disappeared into another bush.
“Maybe Fantasia would like you more if she was here. It might just be a gender thing. You are another male, after all.” Sali’s lips curved back into a smile, her eyes meeting Rook’s. Her gave carefully tore away as she touched her fingertips to a higher edge of the fountain. The water falling over in a thin sheet conformed to flow around her fingers, and a parting curtain appeared in the water’s fall.
“Now dogs… As long as they’re not small, they seem to like me fine. Small dogs, you might as well say goodbye to my toes.” She giggled airily and sat down beside him, connecting their eyes again as he asked her if he was keeping her. She instantly shook her head. “The only thing you’re keeping me from is making decisions that are outrageously silly. Like… should the flower go on this side of the arrangement or should it go on the other side. I can’t give an ‘I don’t care’ reply either, even though that’s what I wish to say half the time.” She gave a soft sigh. Rook would understand that. There were choices out there that didn’t matter in outcome. Despite the indifference, an ‘I don’t care’ answer was always inappropriate. “You’re a lovely excuse. A savior from the silliness,” she wanted to say ‘stupidity’, “… that all the servants seem to have.” They just wanted to keep her happy, she knew. But the position of a flower was not going to upset her.
“I’m sorry for rushing around the palace like that. I didn’t notice it at first.” Sali’s cheeks caught a small fire. They pinked just ever so slightly. What was there to be embarrassed about? “It has been busy.” She rubbed her forearm lightly. “And I’ve decided that I will relax until the time comes that I have to dress for the grand celebration later on, in the afternoon.”
She glanced at Rook’s formal attire and couldn’t resist a smirk. What an odd pair they made at the moment – she in her running-around-the-palace-with-nothing-to-do clothing and Rook dressed fancy. “I wish whoever sent you the invitation had told you what time the celebration was. You can’t be very comfortable. At least, not down to my level. Although, this is far too informal and lax.” She swiped a hand over her leg in loud gesture, clapping it over her knee. She smiled wide, though the pink hue on her face grew, becoming noticeable to a watching eye. Oh… The wistful whim that she had known he had been coming!
And how to form the next question… Did he want to return to his transport and change? Sali would have wanted to, and would have asked around this time. Should she say nothing more? Should she ask out loud? What was the right answer? Or, rather, which was the right question to ask? Maybe Rook should make that call on his own.
Yes, he should.
But what if he didn’t know to ask?
No! He’d ask if he wanted to.
And if she pretended to ignore the blush, he would too.
Maybe and hopefully.
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Post by Meira on Feb 26, 2010 11:26:43 GMT -5
Rook's response to Sali's comment on Roger's behavior was a simple shrug of his shoulders. His unsteady relationship with creatures of the feline nature had been something he'd grown to accept. It wasn't hard. He didn't have anything against cats, and might even enjoy owning one perhaps, but his love for his hounds was more than enough to fill any void that might have existed. He nodded his head to the second part of her comment, a smile jumping across his lips. Yes, he was male after all... obviously Roger was simply intimidated. Fantasia would adore him, he was sure.
That self-satisfied smile continued to grace the King's features, only morphing when Sali responded to his own question. She insisted that he was not being a bother. His smile relaxed to a show of contentment. He was satisfied that he was not keeping her from something she'd have rather been doing. Then she went further, even to say that he was her savior. The self-satisfaction returned in an instant, lifting the man's chin slightly and puffing out the chest a degree. Rook was never the sort to call himself a hero, but when a beautiful woman said it, well, that was different.
When the topic returned to the already embarrassing subject of his early arrival, the self-satisfaction dissipated slightly as Sali took note of his formal attire, comparing it to her own. Looking down at his clothes, and Sali's, Rook couldn't help but chuckle.
We are a strange pair, you and I. He said. But don't worry about me. Men don't go to the same lengths as women when we dress up. My formal attire is actually quite comfortable. He did run his finger between his collar and neck at that point, looking up at the sun. If not a bit warm.
At that Rook stood, removing the green jacket he'd been wearing and held folded over his arm. The white dress shirt he wore was long sleeved, but the fabric was considerably lighter than that of the jacket. He could feel the light cool breeze now. Rook then held out his hand to help Sali to stand up, motioning with his head towards their left.
That path there has captured my curiosity. Would you care to show me where it leads?
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Post by Squee on Mar 8, 2010 1:53:54 GMT -5
“You’re very lucky. I fear women are overly dressed just to be showcased half the time. The other half of the time… I’m sure it’s because women do enjoy the fact that they know they’re pretty.” She held a smile, though she looked down in the fountain’s water. Sali swirled her pointer finger just beneath the water’s surface, watching the illusion of her fingertip seeming to just out at an awkward angle. As Rook commented on being warm and stood up, Sali lifted her face. Silently she watched as Rook peeled off his jacket and draped it over his arm before offering her his hand.
Gentlemen.
Sali took his hand, quickly dipping her other hand’s fingers just beneath the water’s surface. Standing straight once more, she lifted the hand and flicked her fingers at him. Little water droplets flew from her fingers and struck him across the lower face and neck. “There, a cooling agent to ease your hot sufferings.” Sali said this with a quirky grin and a teasing twinkle in her eye before slipping her arm through Rook’s to walk with him down the path.
They disturbed more butterflies, and birdsong quieted for a moment as they leisurely strolled by. Once past, however, the birds would start up again. Some carried the tone of a fight, challenging other birds over territory. Other’s held the soft and melodic notes that were so sweet, none of the arguing males denied it to be sung just because of trespassing. Every so often, a fuzzy creature scuttled further into a garden’s bush, not heard but for the rustle and not seen but for a vanishing tail. Sali remained relatively silent, relaxed at being able to study her garden from close range. Each morning for the past week, she had been able to stare down at the multitude of blossoms and wish she could take a quick walk. It was nice to see the red, the blue, the purple, the yellow, and the pink from up close after a little while.
A statue had been erected, displaying a pretty woman of obvious royalty. Sali pulled to a stop as she stared up at the face of the woman. “Everything is good on my planet now, but it wasn’t when Galia was alive. It must have been difficult, to be the granddaughter of Freedon Nadd, to be subjected to such evil that our planet’s rule was plunged into. To be stuck in a tug between the dark side, the Naddists, the beast riders, and your parents’ own malevolence and bad taint.
“We’re celebrating what she did. While Nadd was the one who brought such cruelty to Onderon and established his theocracy, that kind of rule only lasted for two generations. Well enough to leave Onderon scarred. I’ve been told by visiting Jedi that Onderon is still very tainted. Dxun especially, still bleeds the dark side. While that may be true, the darkness doesn’t have a strong grip. Not like it did before. Thank the Maker. If Galia hadn’t rejected the dark side and married Oron Kira, I wonder what Onderon would look like. I can’t imagine it not looking like it does now. I can’t imagine without all the happiness that’s being whispered today.”
Sali cocked her head to look at Rook. “That was only about four centuries ago. Four hundred years ago. A long time ago and yet not, compared to the age of our galaxy. That’s deeply frightening. We’ve had several wars sense then. I sometimes wonder if Onderon could still be pitched in darkness. Then I’m relieved that it isn’t.” She sighed lightly. “That’s it for the brief history lesson. The orchard entrance is up at the right corner. Would you like someone to take the jacket so you don’t have to carry it?”
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Post by Meira on Apr 6, 2010 16:16:37 GMT -5
Sali had managed to cause Rook's eyes to flinch closed when she had sent the droplets of water at him. But he chuckled all the same. In fact, it was quite nice to have to water on his skin as they moved and the air cooled him. And so the two royals moved again through the garden. Rook walked alongside Sali in a happy silence as he took in the view of Onderonian landscaping at its finest. When they reached the statue of Galia, Rook studied the famous queen's face as Sali gave a brief history.
He knew some of it of course. The events that had transpired on Onderon all those years ago had affected the galaxy as a whole. It was another chapter in the long history of how the dark side of the force could take hold and devastate so many. In any case, Rook had always been something of a history fan and his interest in the subject had long ago expanded beyond the bounds of his own system. So he knew the general story, but to hear a slightly more personal side of the account was interesting. So often, history was told on a much larger scale. Now he stood looking on the face of a woman who lived it, and created it. Quite captivating.
So captivating, in fact, that Rook almost didn't register Sali's invitation to view the orchard. As he fumbled slightly with his answer to her question, a servant seemed to appear out of the foliage itself. Seeing as how the woman was already there, Rook saw no reason to not accept the offer. He handed his jacket over to the woman, giving his thanks. She curtsied slightly before melting away into the background. Rook was then able to turn back to Sali, offering her his arm once again.
As they moved forward again, Rook looked down at the woman beside him. She was a fascinating creature. Having heard her words of concern for her planet only moments ago, he couldn't help but compare their two planets.
You know, Corellia has never known a queen as ruler, nor one that has done so much for its citizens. Perhaps it is just our good fortune that we have not faced such hardships. He smiled here. We are quite a lucky people after all. He turned his eyes to connect with Sali's and those gray orbs reflected a slightly more serious tone. But I see how strong this history has made Onderon and its queen. I am glad I was invited to witness this. That slight grin snuck back onto his features. Even if it was by mistake.
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Post by Squee on Apr 25, 2010 22:45:04 GMT -5
Sali winced slightly when he called his invitation a mistake. She didn’t want him to think of it that way. She hadn’t invited him, no, but she was confident that the invitation certainly hadn’t been a mistake. Her silly advisors were just being sneaks behind her back, was all, and she would see to that being resolved. No one snuck around the queen, invited Corellia’s king, and made her feel less than adequate when she barges into the receiving chambers with barely more than a nightgown on! All right, it wasn’t a nightgown, but, still, it was bad enough.
“Lucky?” She thought about the word for a brief second. “I would assume so. Lucky so far, yes. I wish it would remain as such, but I have my fears about the galaxy now. I’ve heard a couple of things and I see the beginnings of war.” As any true leader/ruler, Sali was praying none of this war touched her planet. She would hate to watch Onderon be rocked and pitched and torn asunder. People would take sides and support those sides while walking homeland soil. She wanted there to be as much unity as possible. Unless she truly had to, Sali wanted to remain neutral in her planet’s part in this, what seemed to be, inevitable battle. This was to the point of even denying both sides help. Whether or not she would be able to carry out this course of action remained yet to be seen. “I pray it never captures me or Onderon.”
Another thing she heard but did not reply to was the comment about Corellia not knowing a queen to be a ruler. Sali almost wanted to breathe a short sigh of sadness and slight despair. Onderon hadn’t either before her mother. Not really. Not for as long periods of time. Sali’s mother had only ruled for a couple of years. Sali herself had been ruling without a king for several years. The pressure to marry was still on her shoulders. The idea flitted around that she needed an heir and her window of producing one was closing. She was twenty-seven for Maker’s sake! She still had at least ten more years!
Except, in ten years, the number of men wanting to marry who were relatively close to her age would be severely diminished. They would marry others or something else would happen to cross their paths. Any amount of younger men, the generation after her, would still marry her because she was a queen. Who would turn down being married into the royal family? Not many, and that’s what frightened Sali the most. She didn’t want to marry in someone who only wanted to position of king and would be a poor judge for her people.
Her window was closing? Maybe, but that might just be best.
Sali reached out with her opposite hand and petted Rook’s wrist. “I am happy you are here.” That was truth. “By mistake, I’m not so sure about. You were invited by invitation, I would hope, if my tricky advisors did things properly. While I would not have thought to do so… I’m glad the advisors did.” She met Rook’s gray eyes and took a moment to admire the color. She liked his eyes, Sali decided suddenly, despite them being what many people declared a plain, dull color. Eyes were eyes, and they spoke volumes no matter the color. Her gaze darted down briefly, barely watching as her thumb stroked across his wrist. “You decided to come, too, which is… the opposite of what I would have expected. Especially after our last visit.” Sali shook her head and looked back up. “Earlier, you apologized and I forgive you. I also apologize, and would love to have you at the festivities later today.”
It wasn’t as if Sali had denied Rook to attend the party, but he had called the invitation a mistake. She wanted him to know she accepted that invitation and wanted him there personally. Her mouth formed to bite her lower lip out of habit (like she could casually behind the scenes), but she corrected herself and merely rubbed her lips together.
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May 11, 2010 10:57:59 GMT -5
Post by Meira on May 11, 2010 10:57:59 GMT -5
For a moment, the conversation turned to a topic that one might expect from two monarchs. Politics. But it was fleeting, in and out and gone. Part of Rook was quite thankful. He didn't like the idea of talking politics with Sali, especially war politics. He spoke like this with his officials, with senators. It was where those conversations belonged. Not here, not with her. Rook didn't like the way the thoughts weighed so heavily on the woman who walked beside him. The way the light faded from her eyes as she spoke of her hopes that this looming war might not reach her home.
And make no mistake, war was coming. It had already begun, in his eyes. Those battles in the outer rim, those rarely covered on the HNN, they were calling cards. Rook had already found himself in many meetings discussing how Corellian ship yards would support the Republic war effort. Yes, was was already upon them, covered by the news or not.
There isn't a leader in the galaxy that would wish war to come to their own planet. He said, his eyes looking off into the distance for a moment before returning his gaze to Sali. But we have our duty to the Republic as well of course. In Rook's mind, there was no question that Corellia would stand with the Republic. Corellia had been one of the first systems to join the Republic. It produced some of the Republic's grandest ships. There was no doubt where he stood.
But the conversation returned to the joke of his "accidental" invitation. Rook smiled as Sali assured him that she was happy he was here. The quick pass of her thumb over his wrist did not escape notice, nor did it escape reciprocation. Rook took Sali's hand into his, his hand cupping hers so that the top was easily accessible. He brought it up to his lips, planting a light kiss on her knuckles.
There is nothing to forgive. He said, still holding her hand near his lips. His mouth opened slightly, about to say more, but the sounds of a hurried and nervous servant became suddenly obvious. Rook caught sight of the poor man as he came rushing up the path behind Sali. The man's clothes indicated that he was Corellian, and Rook recognized his face not a moment later. He straightened himself as the man came close and bowed, spilling out appologies.
Catch your breath, Owen. Rook said, placing his hand on the man's shoulder and urging him to calm himself. Owen did take a moment to breathe, but it didn't seem to do much for his nerves.
Sire, your adviser sent me. He said to tell you that his is greatly embarrassed, but that a mistake was made. The celebrations are not to begin until later today. I was to find you before you met with Queen Hyria.
Rook couldn't hold back the laughter. He tried, holding his hand over his mouth, but the damage had been done. Owen's eyes were confused as he watched Rook. The man had apparently not recognized Sali, dressed as she was. He must have confused her for a servant. Even as Owen glanced as Sali, he did not understand why Rook laughed so. Being Corellian, he had no idea what Sali looked like, beyond the expectation of some sort of elaborate clothing to distinguish her. The fact that the joke was lost on poor Owen only increased the hilarity for Rook, who was close to doubling over with laughter.
I... I'm sorry Owen. I just... oh! Haha! Alright... I'll come with you. He turned to Sali, his face reddened with the laughter. I do apologize but... I'm quite early. Hahaha. I need to return to my ship before I... Rook nearly snorted with the laughter. Before I meet with you. He bowed, perhaps a bit too comically, and began to back away, pushing Owen with one hand with him. When they were a few paces away, Rook turned and put his arm around Owen's shoulder to lead him. The realization of it all hit poor Owen as they rounded a corner of the path. Sali's last glimpse would be of a laughing Rook with a wide-eyed and pale-faced Owen in tow.
[[I'm going to PM you with an idea I've got for the future between these two. I figured for now, we can set this up for the actual celebration if you want to jump us forward a bit.]]
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May 22, 2010 1:02:40 GMT -5
Post by Squee on May 22, 2010 1:02:40 GMT -5
With Rook’s comment, Sali was reminded why men infuriated her sometimes. Why couldn’t they just accept an apology instead of battling against it? If there were no remorse feeling about something, Sali wouldn’t be saying sorry! Ugh! He even dared have the wits to kiss her hand! Yet Sali held her tongue and suppressed every urge to argue with him. Not that she would have had a chance to, what with someone approaching them.
One of Rook’s persons, and in rushed in dire emergency. As the man caught his breath, Sali tipped her head quizzically toward the Corellian king, eyebrow rising upward as well. It was apparent the king hadn’t a clue why his man was here either. It only took moments of wait to learn the message the Corellian man carried and seconds for Rook to burst into a fit of laughter. Sali saw the humor as well, a smirking smile dashing her features at first, but it was Owen’s confused expression that made her smile broad. When Owen glanced at her, Sali felt a chuckle rise from her and she pressed a finger to her lips. The poor man.
As Rook turned to her, Sali did her best to dampen her wide smile. I do apologize but... I'm quite early. Hahaha. I need to return to my ship before I…Before I meet with you. Sali’s face twisted briefly but she wrestled it back under her control. “Very well. I’m sure I’ll be surprised when I see you.” Her fingers laced before her as she watched Rook bow and back away. Her body twisted back and forth slightly, a smirk reappearing on her face. Rook was several meters away before Sali turned herself and started to walk back to the palace.
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“May I announce Queen Sali Hyria.”
The doors opened before her and Sali stepped through, regarding the celebration so far. More people were arriving, but there were already several nobles. Not a beast rider to be seen. Good, she got here before the main party. With another glance, she also confirmed that Rook hadn’t arrived yet. Also good. She smiled at the nearby guests as she gracefully stepped down the steps, and then turned to great a noblewoman who made a comment about the blue and gold gown Sali wore. To be polite, Sali marveled on the woman’s red ballroom dress before sauntering by to greet a couple of others.
By her fifth introduction, there was a clamor to silence all the guests and the announcement of the beast rider representatives. Then, Sali received no rest as she went to greet her special guests. These men were hardly dressed in nobleman’s clothes, but they wore nice leathers and decorations of their people. Farrell Thorne was their leader’s son but seemed to be leading the herd of his people tonight despite his father’s presence. Being a sort of prince, Farrell was dressed more ornately. The air tingled with tension at the beast riders’ arrival until Sali smiled at Farrell and he kissed the back of the hand. There was almost an audible sigh as the guests began to mingle. Minutes later the music began.
“Did you bring any of your musicians?”
“A few of my men brought their things. Perhaps later they’ll show these fancy Onderon nobles what it’s like to dance to some real music,” said Farrell with a grin.
“You’ll have to show me how to dance.”
“It would be my pleasure.”
The ring for silence came again and faces turned toward the announcer.
“Presenting King Rook Solosten of Corellia.”
Mutterings instantly went up and nearby a noble asked, “What’s Corellia doing here at an Onderon celebration?”
Sali turned and, with a grin, replied, “Maybe he wanted to learn about different culture. What better way than by attending a party dedicated to the peace we have with the Beast Riders? Come, Lord Farrell, let me introduce you to my Corellian friend.”
“Indeed…”
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Jun 1, 2010 11:54:11 GMT -5
Post by Meira on Jun 1, 2010 11:54:11 GMT -5
Rook had returned to his ship and had been greeted by his advisers' apologizing for their mistake. It took the poor king a few moments to calm them down, but they finally did... Only to reel again when the topic of his attire came to mind. He surely could not wear the same clothes that he wore now to the celebration. He would simply have to change. Attendants scrambled around the king in an effort to find something suitable in the clothing that had been brought with him. The green coat was taken away, soon replaced by a less-eye catching, but equally formal gray.
This coat boasted golden threading along the shoulders and cuffs, as well as smart golden buttons along the front. It was finished off with his family's coat of arms, a sizable metal ornament hung from chains in the breast pocket of the coat. He was given a pair of gray pants to match which carried the ever present blood stripe along the outside of each leg. Rook's standard reaction to the sight of the stripe along the legs was a quick wrenching feeling in his stomach that would soon dissipate as he actively focused his mind elsewhere.
Soon enough the attendants were standing around the king, nodding their heads in approval. This was good. The gray was much more neutral. It would stand out less, ensuring that Rook didn't make too much of a spectacle of himself at an event meant to honor the peace between two other cultures.
Rook was afforded some time now to relax as they waited for the celebration to begin. He kept to himself, in his chambers aboard his ship. The gift for Sali sat on his desk once again, and once again, Rook debated bringing it with him. Eventually, Rook convinced himself that presenting Sali with a gift during the celebration would simply be inappropriate. So when an attendant came to him and announced that it was time to leave, the gift remained on the desk.
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Rook's second arrival at the palace that day was quite different. Where before there had been workers moving about like bees and working just as hard, now there was virtually no such activity. The few workers that were visible were escorting nobles and officials inside to be announced. Rook was greeted by one such attendant who asked for his name and title. When Rook gave it, the man appeared puzzled for a moment, before bowing and asking Rook to please follow him.
“Presenting King Rook Solosten of Corellia.”
The doors opened and Rook found himself facing a sea of eyes and not just a few opened mouths. Where the room soon returned to the standard din of conversation when other nobles were announced, it remained uncomfortably quiet as Rook stepped into the room and began his descent down the few stairs. The silence made the occasional whispers noticeable, and Rook was sure they were questioning his presence. What was more, the crowd was parting before him, as if coming to close to this unexpected royal would bring some kind of disease.
Rook continued his advance. He really had no other choice. A line of nobles waiting to be announced had already begun to accumulate outside of the room. So Rook followed the opening before him, hoping that at some point the people around him would lose interest and he could find some food and sink into the background.
His smile was awkward and a bit bashful as he moved, trying to greet those he managed to connect eyes with. He won a few "good evening"s and couple "your highness"s, but most quickly averted their gaze toward something ahead of him. Soon, the guests parted enough for Rook to see what their questioning eyes were looking at.
Ahead of him, the crowd finally parted enough to reveal Sali. At the sight of her, Rook stopped his advance, and for the briefest of moments, his mouth hung slack as his eyes drank in the sight of her. The blue and gold gown was stunning on her frame. Elaborate as it and her hair and makeup was, Rook could still see the woman underneath as she smiled and walked towards him.... with another man at her arm.
This realization caused the young King to remember where he was. The slack in his jaw was pulled in, closing his mouth but not clenching too tight as to appear uncomfortable. His shoulders adjusted, bringing Rook to his full height and squaring him toward Sali and the man. His left arm tucked itself neatly at his back, as his right extended out before him slight and he bowed toward Sali.
Queen Hyria, I am honored by your invitation to attend this beautiful celebration.
Formalities... always. Rook straightened back up from the bow, turning slightly toward the man that walked with Sali. His clothing was vastly different than that of many of the nobles in attendance, leading Rook toward the conclusion that this man was among those Sali had said were called the Beast Riders, those that Onderon had made peace with.
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