Remote : Confluence
Carid embracing Yan Kube Maur.
Dramatis Personae
Carid Taranicna
Yan Kube Maur
Remote : Confluence
“Gods almighty,” a voice muttered from between the blades of grass, as Bleddynia fell to her knees from the air pressure weighing down on her. “Fuck this again.”
“Oh goodness,” this voice was lighter and more anxious, and sounded somewhat familiar. They had not fallen, but instead jumped down. “You didn’t have to do that, Rodoric.”
Someone chuckled and the sound seemed to emerge from the canopy, a large and extremely powerful being hidden in a tree. The anxious, lighter voice joined him in chuckling.
“Who’ve you brought with you now?” A scratchy voice that reminded Bleddynia of a rattle spoke up, and she could sense two smaller people moving. Possibly Myacoris, who were smaller in stature and thrived in the Lagona Orchards.
“New member moment, check,” Someone with a scratchy-but-more-deadpan voice rang a bell, a deep gong of a noise that sounded like the death knells. The scratchy voice began to giggle.
“What brings thee to summon us here?” The voice, the one which seemed to reach from the canopies, caused the trees to stir with the wind from his breaths. “This is a truly inauspicious time, Rodoric Bach.” He used a different suffix for Rodoric, bach, which meant “young one”. Bleddynia knew hierarchies played out between species down here in different ways than in the Constellarium Court. Who on the earth of Koidios was powerful enough to address Rodoric Maur that way?
Rodoric however, immediately prostrated himself, and his voice, for once, seemed more youthful. “Forgive the timing, Yan Kube Maur. Please, I beg as your willing prisoner, that you may hear us out.”
Bleddynia’s entire body felt cold and sterile as a fellow Vespula prostrated themselves to a Kubeleyan God. Although his wording seemed humble and contrived, she could sense by the way the pheromones in their air became ignited between Rodoric and the presence in the trees, touching the mycelium below and surging through the drunks into the breath of leaves. There was something deeper behind those words. This was supplication she had never expected from anyone but a Bride of God, and he most certainly was not. It was some other woman, a Gvaneti, who wore a red hood…
Someone was walking toward her, their steps light but clumsy on the ground. She smelled like the bonfires on Spinners’ Plateau, with a mix of seaweed and salt- even though they were so far from the coast…
It was the woman whose voice had been light and anxious, a bit sing-song as it steadied. Bleddynia didn’t know how, but she felt her extend her hand. “Are you alright? You… smell terrible.”
Bleddynia knew what she meant. Everything became about smell in the darkness of the forest. Her pheromones were signaling repulsion and fear, signalling everyone around to stay away. No matter what perfumes she applied to her body, any sharp-witted person could smell her fear.
She was afraid to take the hand at first, reminded far too much of Blodaiweth. But the woman’s energy was so gentle despite the intensity of the virility, fear, and chaos around her. So shakily, she gave the woman her hand.
“Bleddynia,” she said, not wanting to think of where she came from anymore.
“Ah, Rodoric’s wife. Bene-darkman, Bleddynia. My name is Carid Taranicna. I’m the Flower Bride of Yan Kube Maur.”
Carid Taranicna
Assignment: Team Oak
Talent: 2/10
Political Influence: 4/10
Charisma: 6/10
Military Insight: 8/10
Resources: 9/10
Total Score: 29/50
Final Grade: I (Catubodua)
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