[Hopetoun] Freedom Song

1st of Ashan 721

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[Hopetoun] Freedom Song

1st Ashan 721
They had not long arrived in this place called Hopetoun - less than 10 days ago. She had literally, moments ago, found Arlo and told him that she was pregnant. That they were expecting a baby was a source of absolute delight to the young woman - and more than a little abject terror. So, she'd come down to the shoreline to look at the sea. She had always found a peace and serenity while doing that, and it was something which she enjoyed. However, her cousins were there moving things, Vega saw, and she didn't really feel like chatting at the moment.

So, she turned and started to walk around the settlement. To see where they were, and who was here. There was a lot to be learned, Vega knew, even by the expedient of looking at the ground. That was what she did, as she made her way around the settlement. It told her a lot about the people.

Vega was very used to hunting and she had learned to tell the movements of animals and their habits by their tracks. The people here were no different. At a brief glance Vega saw a multitude of footprints, each one telling her something about the person who made it. They didn't have children here, Vega quickly concluded, since all the footprints were adult-sized. But there were men and women, there were people whose strides were long and whose footfall was heavy, but there were also those walked swiftly, those who moved more slowly, some were lightfooted.

As Vega examined the ground of the settlement, in her minds eye she could see what it was like here, during the peak of the trial. The people walking and stopping to talk. It told a lot about the place, and more than simply the numbers, or the likely gender or weight of those who walked. There was a scene unfolding in front of her, and Vega liked what she saw. People here moved with purpose and in a similar direction; there were often small groups going here or there. Then, there were moments where people stopped and stood together. Her mind's eye saw them talking, chatting. That gave her the impression that what she had already seen, what they had already experienced, was not new here. The people here were a community, a clan. Vega liked that a lot; it fitted in with her way of thinking, her way of being.

She touched the ground, where she was standing, and she smiled slightly.

"It's a good place, Papa," she said and her father chuckled.

"I was trying to sneak up on you, Eva," Jo'qan said. Vega grinned. "I know. But you have a distinct way of walkin' an' I can smell your tobacco. "

Holding his hand out to his daughter, Jo'qan smiled. "My sharp-eyed child." Vega didn't bother arguing that neither of his 'tells' which led to her knowing it had been him approaching had been anything to do with her eyes. He was speaking generally.

"What are you doing, Eva?"

Vega considered it, what was she doing? Glancing at her father, she smiled. "I'm celebratin' Ashan's Dawn, Papa."

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Re: [Hopetoun] Freedom Song

1st Ashan 721
Jo'qan nodded his head. "Ashan's Dawn is a lovely tradition here. You know what they do here, on Scalvoris, Eva?" Vega shook her head, looking at him fondly. "Well," Jo'qan said, his face lifting in a smile as Vega slipped her arm into his. "People here pick a flower to represent Ashan and they give it to a stranger. The stranger returns the gift in the form of a candle."


Vega smiled. "It's nice here," she said softly. "I feel like Xiur maybe sent us here, you know?" Jo'qan looked at her, not speaking. He simply did not speak and, for a while as they walked, Vega was the same - happy to be alone with her thoughts. After they'd stepped in unison for a while, Jo'qan spoke again. "Have you ever wondered, Eva, why Xiur blesses you?"

Vega looked at her father and shook her head. "No, not really Papa. I'm jus' pleased that he trusts me." Jo'qan looked at her. "Eva Lei'nnox," he said and Vega grinned. "Vega Creede, Papa." Jo'qan didn't even pause. "Eva Lei'nox, you bear the mark of four Immortals. You resurrected Daia and fought Syroa. Do not belittle your achievements."

Vega sighed. "Papa, when you put it like that it scares me silly, an' makes my knees shake. I know I did it, an' I know the Immortals have been well generous. But if I start thinkin' about it too much, I get well overwhelmed." Jo'qan sighed and shook his head slightly. His daughter was who she was and he would no more think to change her than he would ever be anything but proud of her. Yet, she confounded him. Of course, there was a reason for that. "You, Eva, are so like your mother. It may as well be her standing in front of me." Vega grinned. She had been told it enough, by enough people, that she believed it entirely when her father said that her behaviour was like her mother.

Which only went to prove to Vega that her father was a saint.

"Oh," Jo'qan said. "I came looking for you to give you this." Vega had noticed that he had his satchel with him, of course, but she thought nothing of it - her father often did. Now, though, he reached into the satchel and pulled out a small parcel, wrapped in brown paper. Vega raised an eyebrow. "What's that?" Jo'qan shrugged. "It came for you with the mail ships. There's a letter." Vega frowned slightly and took the letter. Looking at it, she shook her head. "I don't recognise the handwritin', but it looks like a child, to me?" Her father nodded. "I thought so."

Vega sighed. "I don't know if that makes me less worried," she said and Jo'qan smiled. "Worried?"

"Well, what if it's somethin' bad? Or some well-wrapped cursed somethin', or someone's face." Vega grinned at her father's horrified expression.

"I don't think it is anyone's face Papa, but you know. Jus' pointin' out that all those things you're so proud of, they naff other folks righ' off. Does Syroa write?"

Her father shook his head. "Open it, Eva." He sounded stern but Vega recognised the expression on his face. She opened the letter and lowered her head to read it, slowly. As she did, her eyes filled with tears and then - in a most unlike her action - Vega sobbed. "Eva, what is it? Child, what's wrong?" Jo'qan looked concerned but then Vega lifted her gaze to him and her eyes were almost entirely gold. "Oh, read it Papa. Read it." She was too busy dealing with all the tears and the snot situation to do more than that, so she handed him the letter, and grabbed a handkerchief.

Jo'qan was silent as he read and then he looked at Vega. "You resurrected this child?" Vega nodded. "It were dumb, Papa. He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time an' I'd been teachin' him to dance. To dance. An' then a flamin' blobernickel exploded an' there were ramernickels an' wolfernickels everywhere an' the world was jus' fire and fear, an' then when we'd fought, he was dead." She shook her head at the memory of it. "There were dead people all over the place, Papa, but that one. He were jus' a child, but there were other dead children. But Papa, he'd been dancin'." Vega sighed. "I had to, because I can do it, so I had to do it. An' I can only do it to one, so it had to be him."

As Vega spoke, her father watched her. He didn't hug her or fuss, he didn't tell her he understood her feelings. He just listened. Then, when she fell silent, he asked her the first question which had come into his mind and, being her father, the one he could not ignore now. "And what happens to you? What price do you pay, Eva?"

In that moment, more than anything, she wanted to lie. So, since she didn't lie, especially not to her father, Vega concentrated on opening the parcel. "Oh, Papa, look at this!" The flag was beautiful and Vega spent a moment or two simply examining it, exploring it - seeing each star and every shimmering strand of silk, it seemed. "I'm goin' to go and put this over our tent. It's so beautiful." She took half a step and her father cleared his throat. Vega sighed.

"I feel it, Papa."

He nodded. "And?"

Vega's eyes swirled a riot of colours. "An' I experience it. Their damage, their hurt. His death. I felt it, I remember it." Vega didn't look at him, but she heard his sigh. "Is there a point to discussing it, Eva?" Vega smiled. "No, Papa. No point at all." Turning to look at him, her eyes shone with unshed tears. "Because I see how you look at me, an' I know that," she paused, no. No, that wasn't true. "Or, at least, I hope that everyone has one person who looks at them like that. An' I think, if that were me layin' there, what would you want the person who could bring me back to do?"

Her father nodded and Vega walked away, to put the flag in pride of place. She didn't hear her father's prayer for her safety.

But she knew he did it, all the same. So, she bent down and picked a single bloom from the small flowers growing, and she walked back to hand it to him.

"Ashan's blessings, Papa." Vega said. She kissed him on the cheek and then, she walked away.
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Re: [Hopetoun] Freedom Song

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Knowledge:
Hunting: Using tracks to get a sense of population
Hunting: Determining age profile of a settlement
Hunting: Applying techniques for animals to people.
Detection: Recognising someone by their "tells"
Discipline: Dealing with overwhelming emotions
Discipline: Acknowledging fear

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Renown: -
Magic XP: -
Skill Review: Appropriate to level.
Points: 10
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Comments: For a moment I thought that I was looking at a 1.100 word solo before I realized that you had linked the second post in your review request.

That being said, you described the mixture of delight and terror that Vega felt at being pregnant well in my opinion.

When I claimed your review request and noticed the Hunting knowledges that you asked for, I couldn’t help but wonder. After reading the thread, I think that they make perfect sense though, and what more, they are a good example of the fact that you can use skills in uncommon ways – and that you can use different skills in order to accomplish the same or similar things.

Well done!

And I agree with Vega’s assessment. The people of Hopetoun are a community and a clan!

I found the conversation between Vega and her Papa very enjoyable. I love the relationship that they have, and what more, their talking about Vega’s mark revealed a lot.

I remember the thread where Vega resurrected the child. You conveyed your PC’s emotions when she received the parcel very well. And besides, you made me wonder: Does Syroa write? Do any of the Immortals send letters? I remember that one of my PCs tried to send an Immortal fan mail once …

That being said, I thought that this was a very meaningful way for Vega to acquire her signature item. Hopefully (!), it will help the people of Hopetoun a lot in the trials to come!

Enjoy your rewards!
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