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Shrike's Heart (#4)

The woman before you is beautiful—fair of features, with lovely golden skin and luxurious long black hair, petite. You have the immediate and distinct impression that she's just let go of your hand, and she steps back, and smiles.

It's not quite a happy smile.

"I'm sorry," she says. "There's just nothing I can do, as things are. But the way is there; it just needs to be lit."

You open your mouth—maybe to say something, or to express confusion—but you have to cough, and taste something metallic, spattering black blood onto the ground in front of you. Then you realize—blood seeps from opening wounds in your arms, your chest, your stomach, your face. It rims your eyes and trails from your nose and you feel like you're dissolving—

—and you fall through the ground like it's the surface of a lake, and go down, down, down.

> Wake Up

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[ she scoffs, and blatantly ignores Griffin, in a way that would read as... vaguely sexist, if the genders were different. ]

None of it surprises. She’s my daughter, after all; that she has that strength is no surprise. Where she got the unwillingness to use it is beyond me, but as you’ve seen, that can be rectified as well.

I brought this family to prominence on my own, and I won’t have it torn down for weakness.

Is this boy yours?

[Despite being flustered from Amaranth's chiding, Griffin quickly regains composure via petty spite and shoots her a dirty look. Is barely holding back the urge to flip her off.]

'Beyond you' is right...

[ a glance at Griffin—a hint of sympathy in her eyes, though her posture is still perfectly straight-backed... and she is, admittedly, totally at ease in this atmosphere.
welcome to Creation's gender roles, kid. ]

Tsuba is an ally, and a formidable warrior in his own right. Indeed, he may claim no small part of the credit for Shrike's improvement.

But I think you know as well as I that weakness was never a risk for your household. The wound was to Shrike's spirit, not her skill.

[ it's a Totally Neutral Comment that is of course by no means a direct criticism, ]

[ "by no means a direct criticism" hmmm sounds fake and while all this sounds, uh, positive, the tone........ does not. ]

Strength of skill means nothing without strength of will, and vice-versa. If you speak truly, then I suppose I'll finally have time to turn my mind to other affairs requiring my attention.

If you've disabused her of that softness then you have my thanks.

[Amaranth please all he wants in life is to give this lady the middle finger]

That 'softness' ain't a weakness.

[ that's not proper parent-teacher conference conduct!!

with deliberate patience: ]
Indeed, Shrike's compassion keeps her honorable, just, and a worthy leader.
It was only a source of weakness when it made her afraid to act.

You should rightly be proud of her.

...

...and on whose behalf does she act, now?

Her family. Her loved ones. Herself.

[ they’re good causes, brent.
she gestures Tsuba’s direction with a nod of agreement. ]

Yes.
—Though if you’d like a more specific answer... [ right, they’re probably being broadcast SOMEHOW ] ...she has also committed her skill to the direct protection of all those in our city in the midst of Malfeas.

Hmph. Does this far-fetched sounding city, this "family" require so much care that she leaves aside her duties to her true home, and her true family?

Your true home's one that you choose, not one that has you on a leash all your life.

He has a point.

[ hot takes in this part of the Hundred Kingdoms tbh ]

But there is no need for it to be one or the other. She is fighting to return that she might use her skills in Creation as well. I have utter faith in her ability to do so—and my esteem is, I suspect, as difficult to earn as your own.

[ she raises an eyebrow. ]

Yet, you are strangers. What have I but your word on this? And, furthermore, where is she? Where was she when this place fell? Where was she?

[ the thud of boots on the road outside grows louder; drums, among with them. there’s a smell of smoke growing stronger. the woman hunches over slightly, crossing an arm across her waist, a bitter expression on her face. ]

[At this, the hardness in Griffin's face falters. He glances at Amaranth, unsure how to respond. For all of the anxiety and discomfort this home instilled, it was still undeniably the place that bore her.]

[ a glance towards the windows, and then back at Griffin; there's a brief moment where her eyes widen before her expression goes focused ]

It's true: you have nothing but our word.
And we do not know what happened, either.

But she was a Talon Commander. If this place fell...

[

... ]

Let us prove the worth of our word. [ voice low ] If they are coming again, we will fight.
... As she must have, too.

There's no time.

What I fought for, what I built, what I gave them... what did it all mean, in the end?

[ she steps forward, but it's a lurching, staggering motion; she catches herself on the back of a chair.

the air feels... odd. wrong. stale and still. ]

You got it all wrong.

[Griffin is surprisingly muted as he says it.]

Nothing you build's gonna last forever. Not these medals, this house, or any kinda fancy title or name you made for yourself.

But-- if you... could find it in you t'be proud of her... No matter where she goes and what she becomes?

She'll still be your legacy. Proof that the skills you gave her helped her survive.

[ Amaranth has gone quiet.
She takes a step forward; reaches a hand for the same chair, gripping it from the other side. ]

There's still time.

Legacy...

[ she leans heavily on the chair, and her grip loosens on the sword in her hand; it clatters to the floor as she makes a noise like clearing her throat. there's blood on her lips when she looks up.

when she pulls her other arm away from her midsection to steady herself further, there's blood there, too, and her shirt looks damp; blood matting the black silk. ]

In the end... whether I can be proud of her or not... she'll have to do. Won't she.

[ the house looks... less well-kept, more disused, if you pay attention. like it's stood empty. ]

[Griffin makes no move to help her - Amaranth is closer anyway, and if this was truly the state of things... then it was just history playing out. Solemnly, he remarks,]

Like we said... you should be proud.

[And if she couldn't, then... well, Griffin really lacked the pity to feel for her.]

[ Screw propriety.
She presses her hands to the taller woman's shoulders, supporting her weight. ]

She is more than worthy.

[ a low exhale, almost pained ] Shrike, please. I beg of you to stop this.

[ she attempts to straighten, to not need the support, but she clearly does; eventually she sags against Amakura, breathing heavily. ]

She's not here. Her heart was never in it.

You should... go.

[Griffin is quiet and looks to Amaranth again - this time, not for direction, but out of concern. Are... you gonna be okay?]

Amakura...?

Edited 2020-03-05 17:30 (UTC)

[ Amaranth doesn't meet his eyes.
It's fine. ]

It mattered to her. We could not have found you otherwise.

[ She lets Shrike's mother sink into her arms—shifting to carrying her, if need be. ] ... Tell me where to bring you.

Does guilt... really matter? In the end, it's... your deeds.

[ she really clearly cannot stand anymore, as much as she's trying to hold herself up. ]

Take me... by the gate to the yard. In life... or in death... I will guard this place.

I... have never wanted... a comfortable end.

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