Piece Of My Heart

[Korrina]

To say she was nervous, was an vast understatement. Nadya was nervous. Very nervous. Petrified! Though she supposed the fear was the good sort. For years, she had heard of her strong older brother. Fighting to defend the druids and trying to help free the people from persecution. While she did not condone the use of violence... she admired his courage. Though all stories were ceased when he seemingly disappeared from this world. She'd feared the worst: death. But no. He was very much alive, and thanks to the graces of the king and queen of Camelot, she would meet him. Always knowing him in spirit, and ensuring that her sons did too... only now to meet him in the flesh. She could feel her heart beating and her emotions all over the place. Her brother. Alistair. All the years spent waiting for this single moment. She was excited, and.... not sure what to expect. From what the lovely Guinevère had told her, Alistair was not the typical druid.

It sounded as both a blessing and a curse. But regardless, she loved her brother. For he was her family. A part of her heart had always been reserved for him, and now... she could be whole again. Ramon and Tristrum had fallen asleep, which was probably for the best. As she wished to make introduction at a more convenient hour. Right now, it was late and they would surely meet their uncle soon. Both boys were quite thrilled about it. After only knowing him in spirit for so long, and losing their father at an early age (as well as hardly knowing their grandfather)... they were desperate for that male guidance in life. Something Nadya could not provide them with. Something that she prayed Alistair would be willing to offer them. Placing a light blue veil over her head out of respect, Nadya kissed both their boys as they slept. Guinevère assured her that they would be well protected, and the compassionate woman had not done anything to deem herself untrustworthy. So

Nadya of course entrusted the caring woman. The room that they had been giving were not at all what Nadya was used to. Quite honestly, it scared her a little. For she valued the simplicity and the simplistic lifestyle she lived. It was part of her culture. So to be thrust in such an extreme alternative... was overwhelming. Her boys certainly had no complaints, and for that, she stayed in the kindly offered temporary quarters. But now the time had come to meet him. Once she was presentable she was escorted to a small sitting room where she would be given the privacy to meet Alistair. Her brother. Upon entering she patiently waited by the chair, gracefully sitting though she felt so restless in these moments. That was when she heard footsteps approaching. Heavy footsteps. It caused her heart to beat faster and her breathes become heavier. He was coming. He was near approaching. She rose to her feet and waited for the doors to open... the doors that would soon reveal her beloved brother.

~ Tag Alistair! ~

[Alistair]

Alistair wasn't gullible. He wasn't foolish. He did not just believe every word that came from someone's lips. So when the king spoke and told him of a sister; he had not believed. Yet the woman knew things; the young king had told him; things that Alistair had only spoken of to a few. A very few. His family had not been one he had been willing to discuss. He had never spoke of them; and the few times he did had been more of a angry comments about the wrath of Camelot; or a reminder of his past.

There had been moments; people; to whom Alistair had spoke out with. His wife was one; Maeve another; and then recently the king of Camelot. He had taken the king to see some Druid camps and homes; so he would see how his people were living and could be a stronger leader for them. The war in Camelot for the Druids were over.

It was on one of these trips that Alistair had spoken of what life had been like under Uther's rule before the Great Purdue and during it. Spoken of his family. There were only a few people whom knew the names of his parents; people in his camp as a child or even the name of his uncle. He never spoken them.

So how had she known?

Was it true? Was his father looking for him? Alive!? He would never look in the noble ranks of Gwent. Finding him would mean leaving Gwent for a while but with a daughter now; he could not just walk away.

Pausing at the door for a moment; knowing the woman who claimed to share his blood was on the other side. Lifting a hand he placed his palm on the wood; as if that would tell hm something. Then; Alistair pushed the door opened; and stepped in sides; standing taller and his back straighter then it had in a long time; as he pushed the door shut behind him and his eyes sought out the woman who just might be his blood; his kin.

[Korrina]

Nadya felt her heart racing even faster, and forced it to calm down enough when she saw the door open. Now standing in the room, she gazed upon her brother. Unable to speak for so many emotions hit her in these moments. How he reminded her of her their father. He was tall and had a strong build. And had such a tremendous presence. Tristram had always made Nadya feel protected and secure. For he valued family, just as she did. She could see that radiate from Alistair as well. That strength and power... he was truly his father's son. Nadya felt her eyes well with tears and while she did not sob, few escaped her eyes of their own will. For her whole life she had heard of her brother. And now... here he was. And just from looking at him, just from having known their father... she knew it was him. She knew it was Alistair; son of Tristram.

Reminding herself to be respectful (as until their father was found, Alistair was the head of the family), she lowered her eyes and nodded her head. A form of respect to the head male in any family. And to further this respect, she added words. Prala. She could not stray her gaze for too long though, and her eyes raised to meet him once more. Being an emotional woman, she was never good at suppressing them. So when small tears continued to build in her eyes, she let them fall. How I longed and prayed for this day to come. Her voice was soft, just barley above a whisper. For the sentiment and strength of this reunion, or meeting rather, was so very overwhelming.

[Alistair]

Alistair stared at her; trying to adjust to the first word she spoke. While he had not been raised among the Druids after the age of twelve; the customs and respects were ingrained into his mind. When she dipped her head to show respect; his hand automatically came up to touch the space between his brows; before his hand draw outwards and feel to his side once again. Her actions showed respect to an respected or elder male; his actions were one meaning to openly acknowledge her respect.

However his actions were more of a man in shock; or under water for his moved slowly and with out any true thought behind his actions. She had called him brother. Did she looked like his father? Their father? His hand came up again to tug at the longer hair; and he wished like hell he could start cutting it again; but it was necessary to keep it long and his face showed with a slight covering of hair so no one recognized him. She had waited for this? Had he seen her before?

Alistair looked over her face and tried to see it; but he wasn't sure. So many faces had he seen over the years that it was hard to place just once. Yet he thought there might have been something there. "Mani djan-tu?"She had spoken English; which did not surprise him. If she was the daughter of their father--an Englishman--then she would know the language of them both. "You are Tristram's daughter?"

Do I know you?

[Korrina]

It wasn't until he started speaking that more surprise came to Nadya. His voice was so familiar, and she found herself searching her mind to determine where she had heard such a voice. Her eyes fixated themselves on his face. Underneath his long locks... there was familiarity. Not only in regards to how he was the image of his father, but also... because they had met once before. She opened her mouth to speak, but in slightly parting her lips no sound came out. It was him. He was her brother?! After all these years she had longed to see him, she had already met him. And so unaware! Now under these circumstances... she could tell, and feel, it was her brother. But before, things had been so chaotic that she had not stopped to think. She had been too panicked about her boys. Which, Alistair had reunited her with.

He had brought them together during the commotion... and while she had never known the man's name who'd aided her, she'd always felt gratitude toward him. Now, she knew it was her brother. And wished that the time of their separation had not lingered so. Arva. She was not going to lie. For they had indeed made previous acquaintance. They just hadn't realized who the other was. We met once, before. Words were difficult to get out in the presence of her brother. A man she had wished to see for so long. Perhaps it best the explore that reality, before focusing on their brief past in crossing paths. He then asked if she was Tristram's daughter and she slowly nodded her head.

My father is Tristram and my mother is Adara. Is, not was. For they were still alive. She truly believed, they were still alive. Even if she had not received word from them since their departure... it was her faith that kept her strong. Devlesa araklam tume. Because her prayers had been answered. First by encountering Guinevère and Arthur in the woods. A path that led her to this one. She tried to keep her voice composed by there was a slight tremble in it... out of pure realization of what this moment meant. Of how they had found each other. Mandi's nav hi Nadya. She did not know how much he knew of him... to it was best to give formal introduction.

Yes
It is with God that we found you
My name is Nadya

[Alistair]

Arva. But where; when? We met once, before. But WHERE and WHEN? He could almost see it; but not find it in his mind. Where did he know that face? She was beautiful; a face not forgettable. He did not see her as man would think a woman beautiful; but int he way that all women were beautiful. Her's was a striking face of the harsher straighter lines of the English; and the coloring of a more woodland based Druid group; used to being out doors perhaps.

That was when he noticed she spoke in his laguage; but the father they shared was not a Druid. My father is Tristram and my mother is Adara. Adara; a Druid name. Not Sura. He had known his mother dead; but hearing of someone claim to be of his father's blood had caused him to wonder. "He's alive?" He asked; trying to come to grasp in his mind with everything.

Devlesa araklam tume. "Devlesa avilan;" He muttered half numbly. Repeating the backwards greeting between two Druids. Mandi's nav hi Nadya. Nadya. His sister. Nadya.

Had the king given him her name? Alistair could not remember half of the conversation with Arthur; so he was unsure. Though the name would not be forgotten now. "Me som Alistair." He told her; in a highly informal way. Though mostly from his shock of even finding out he had a sister. "Tatcho?"

It is God that brought you.
i am called Alistair.
Is this true? / Is this real?

[Korrina]

Alistair asked if their father was a alive and she gave a soft smile, with a gentle nod of her head. He is searching for you. Him and her mother. While Adara was not Alistair's mother, she was devoted to her husband. For Tristram had spoken of how he'd lost his first wife. And many years later, he was graced with another love. Bringing Nadya to this world, and now able to meet her brother. His druid tongue was flawless and it made her feel all the more comfortable in his presence. More so, now that the language could be spoken freely. Without fearing the consequences of exposing themselves and to which culture they belonged to. For it was no longer a hunted one. They were free... and now, they were together. Alistair, she repeated. Saying the name before had never been as rewarding as it was now. To say it in his presence... to feel the fraternal bond. Prala. But none as rewarding as that word. For spoken in their language, it added more sentiment to the already powerful word of their bond.

Tatcho. It was. Very much so. And words could not express what she felt in these overpowering moments. She gave another small nod, knowing that she would have to find her tongue and keep speaking. Mishto hom me dikava tute. And while that was an understatement, it was never the less true. Tu yéckorus leshya'e mandi's dui chiknos. Maybe that would help him refresh where he had seen them. For his earlier question seemed to raise confusion. And it also revealed that he not only had a sister, but two nephews. You made sure we stayed together. During an attack. She had been so afraid that she would lose one of her sons, as she had her husband during one such attack. But Alistair, her brother, made sure they stayed united. Had I known then who you were... She never would have been so dismissive of him.

It is good to see you
You once helped my two sons