An Extended Welcome (Yassia) Jul 30, 2012 10:32:42 GMT -5
Post by Yassia Dyfrène de Ailantha on Jul 30, 2012 10:32:42 GMT -5
Now the young lady was laying her finger in the figurative wound of Yassia’s, getting straight to the sad an annoying fact about this wedding. Sometimes, in a few short moments, Yassia actually wished she didn’t have a whole kingdom at stake, that she would have to return home with every day she stayed away longer nagging at her conscience and making her feel torn between her sense of duty and her homesickness on one side, and the desire to spend as much time with her best friend as she could. But no, the decision had already been made, and they both knew it and had agreed on it: Yassia would not be present at Caitrin’s wedding, but would return home as soon as possible with the help she had been promised. Things like that needed a little time of course, but not enough to still be in Albion when the wedding was scheduled.
”I’m afraid I won’t be, as much as it saddens me”, she explained to Aoife with a wistful smile. “Now that things have worked out for me finally, I can’t waste another day, and the actual wedding is still a few months off. That is why we’ve been having a pre-wedding feast a few days ago, where we celebrated in advance. It was Prince Oliver’s idea actually.” And to think that she wouldn’t have even been in Mercia hadn’t Edmund invited her! Oliver, in that state and mood he had been in Camelot, would surely have rather bit his tongue than thinking on such a thing. And yet, it had been that ‘forced’ staying together that had made them get over their differences.
Edmund, while his intentions had been entirely different, had been their matchmaker there.
It was touching to see how badly the Lady Aoife tried to appear adult and reasonable, which was probably why she backpedalled now on her words about magic and especially pointed out that she thought it ‘childish’. The sweet innocence, really! Yassia felt a familiar itch to just tell the girl that it was by no means a fairytale she was referring to, but that her very aunt Caitrin could use magic just fine, but then of course she would never betray her friend’s trust in such a dangerous way. No one knew however who would carry that ‘confidentiality’ onwards and what ears it might reach. There seemed to be quite a few people wanting Caitrin ill because she just was too different and independent, and that would be the perfect leverage to have against her. Caitrin of course was smart enough to keep her powers secret, Yassia herself had only come to know due to sheer coincidence.
Nevertheless she pointed out: “It is my no means a childish notion, Lady Aoife. Before it was outlawed, magic was very much a part of your world here. It is not outlawed or prosecuted in Ailantha, but then it is also very rare there. I think I’ve only met one sorceror in all my life, and he was a very kind and gentle man.”
There was something, an undertone, a flicker of facial expression that made Yassia stop and wonder when she just had announced who would be her husband. She didn’t know what exactly she had been expecting, but certainly not such a strained smile and lifeless, polite comment, not after the spirit Lady Aoife had shown before. But what could be the reason? She had feared this kind of outcome, even though she had mostly buried it inside her. That Mercia would hate her for taking away their beloved and dashing prince. She had even steeled herself for neatly and secretly placed insults and evil glances from some court ladies, those who had wished to be the lucky woman to get a hold on the rebel prince – but this was a young girl!
“Thank you”, she replied with a smile, unsure if she should call the girl out on her hesitance. “Somewhen within this month I think, we have yet to set a date.” But then, she just couldn’t help it, she didn’t want to lose the gentle bond that had just been forming between them to an unknown cause. “You sound a little… reserved, Mylady”, she hazarded, still smiling but giving her voice a concerned tinge. “If there is anything upsetting you, you can tell me. I won’t blame or judge you for it.”