Victoire takes her hands, "It is important, Princess, to be calm. Magic will flow easiest over the still pond, rippling across it’s surface. Just relax, and breathe in slowly, out slowly.
Victoire continues with her tutoring “I find if I focus on something, my mind stills- like a candle, or the fire, or a button.”
Ysabette blinks some more and Victoire could feel the ‘jitteriness’ in her.
Victoire: “Just relax. Magic can be fickle as well. It will never be harnessed, just directed.”
Heylin: “i have confidence in your skills Ysebette. You are a lot stronger than others know.”
She seems to stare for a few moments, and her eyes start to dilate.
Victoire: “Good, now just relax and see where it is we are to go next if you can.”
After a few more moments, Victoire asks, “Do we stay here, or travel to Scotland?”
Heylin: “Or go through the fountain.”
Ysabette reaches with her hand as if touching something towards Heylin and Victoire, her head turning and looking through the window and the room. At different times you get some major shivers that run down your spine as her hands move around, “So many strands…nothing black…things tied together…”
Victoire tries to remain calm and not bring up her wards or protections, very uncomfortable at being touched.
Ysabette continues “both lead to the ground and outside…but not black, which means no deathly danger involved…that I know”. Her voice mysterious, but remaining child like, “Like two strands in a web…pull one…safe…pull other…safe…pull both at the same time…not safe”
She seems to be tiring more…as Ysabette starts to sink backwards into the bed.
Victoire: “Let go of the threads, Princess. Relax, come back. Let it fade.”
Ysabette seems to relax and fall into a deep slumber
Knowing her well enough, you’re pretty sure, she is NOT going to wake up for many hours.
Heylin: “am i going to have to pack her if we go?”
Victoire: “Well we can’t leave her. So unless I stay and you go…”
Heylin: “put some clothes on her i will pack her.”
Victoire: “Very well” agreeing with Heylin on the plan of bringing the princess, and then she adds, “do we tell anyone?” She brings up her reasoning, “we cannot just vanish from Elaine’s castle.”
Heylin: “don’t know who i would trust here besides Johanthan, and if he knows and they hurt him he will tell.”
Victoire: “Then we all go.”
Heylin: "what i was thinking also.’
Victoire: “I will dress the Princess, you fetch Jonathan. I will tell Elaine.” Then, she then asks, After I leave, I will meet you at the fountain- a note?" even as Heylin asks “maybe a note to the Queen?”
The question was left unanswered as Victoire dresses Ysabette quickly and quietly while Heylin goes to Johnathan’s room.
Heylin enters the young servant’s room and finds Johnathan who is in a deep sleep in his room. Moving to his bed, Heylin gently tries to wake him up quietly, and as the youth starts to stir, quietly says “get dressed now quickly.”
“huh?” as he slowly lifts his head, “sorry milord…I will get the tea ready…”
Heylin: “just get dressed we are going somewhere now john.”
He gets up and starts to change, clearly by habit, and hasn’t really comprehended anything.
The boy finishes grooming himself, his eyes partially glazed over, “where are we going sir?”
Heylin: “you will see you should like it.”
“yes sir…is there anything I should pack for yourself or anyone else going with us?”
Heylin: “Just what you need we should have what we need i hope.”
Johnathan: “how long is the trip?”
Heylin: “we will see……”
Johnathan: “very well…I shall be but a moment” He makes his bed, and goes to an area where he takes a small bag and puts a couple items in it.
Victoire: “I hope this is right, My Princess…”
Victoire picks up Ysabette gently and walks her out to the front area, placing her on a couch, looking outside into the darkness, early to mid evening, with a moon outside.
Johnathan finishes up after about 5 minutes.
A shout from the outside, “10 oclock and all’s well!”
Victoire: The next heir to the throne of France vanishes into thin air tonight
Victoire grabs her bags, checks all the rooms making sure nothing is left but her trunk
Victoire touches the trunk one last time, locking it, and pocketing the key and then heads out to the front room, then to the door, opening it, and finding the corridor empty.
Heylin picks up the Princess and follows Victoire after handing Jonathon a dagger. As he does so, he sees that Johnathan is carrying an umbrella.
Victoire keeps a dagger in hand and moves through the shadows, trying to extend them around the others
The shadows seem rather welcoming…and you are able to get through the hallways without difficulty and easily make it outside, and a man with a long pole checks on the lamps, making sure that they are lit.
The light from the lamps seems to aid in creating even more shadows for you…even as you get to the fountain
Heylin protectively covers the Princess with his cloak
The group is able to reach the fountain even as a moonbeam hits a certain rune, one which Victoire is sure will provide the opening necessary though the opening, or gate, would be rather short lived…
Victoire touches the rune
The beam strikes it, and you see a new reflection, a shore of a beach that seems secluded.
Heylin moves in with the princess
Victoire watches as the others proceed, then after Jonathan, steps in herself
Stepping in, it seems like solid steps and the WOOSH…no bottom. BLUB, and after a quick underwater circle, which is causing the princess to thrash.
Victoire: “I hate that old man…”
Heylin holds on tighter to her
Feet hit the ground and you stand up…the water about waist high.
Victoire: “Get out of the surf! To the beach quickly!”
The princess shivers slightly and pulls closer to you. After a quick cough of water, she snuggles back to sleep.
Heylin walks to the beach
Victoire’s mind is thinking that hypothermia would be striking…
Victoire trudges along making sure Jonathan is moving behind Heylin.
But the water is warm…a gentle breeze…roughly 70 degrees outside
Victoire: “The hell..?” followed by a quick, to no one, “You said Scotland!”
Johnathan was thrashing, BADLY, and needed to be pulled in…
Victoire grabs him and gets him to his feet
Heylin: "damn this is….
Victoire throws her arms down to shake off water, “…burn that old coot to a cinder…” Grumbling even further, she states, as if confirming a belief, “Knew better than to trust him.”
Heylin: “haha. probably would be interesting .”
Victoire takes her jacket off, wringing it
The water seems to fall from you, quickly…and starts to run towards the body of water you just came out of instead of seeping into the ground
Victoire: “Another nice wool coat ruined, they should just stop giving me these… I guess they will now.”
However, the clothing and individuals, to Victoire and Heylin, seem to be drying very quickly.
Victoire: “This place is serious magic, and it’s NOT Scotland.”
Heylin: “this is kinda like back home when we swam at the waterfall. i never really thought it was weird back there.” Then after thinking for a moment, “i thought they said it was in the North of England…isn’t that Scotland?” Shrugging, “I guess i need a geography lesson.”
Victoire drops to a knee, her arm arcing the blade to her side, holding the blade, looking at the froth of the surf. “It is. this isn’t.”
Heylin watches around the Princess, noticing that her features, hair and night shift were all drying out quickly.
Victoire: “Or it is some hidden section of Scotland.”
Heylin will set her down on his cloak that was on the sandy beach. His eyes then catches a speck of glittery reflection and white seems to be moving around her (like almost a droplet, but a little bigger)
Victoire keeps her dagger in her hand, and walks slowly back toward the water, staying back a few feet
Another one seems to flitter by…a vague winged humanoid form which moved fast.
Heylin: “what the hell is that?”
Victoire, staring towards the water (and not in the same direction as Heylin) “Not sure, it looks rectangular.”
Heylin: “small flying people.”
This stirred Victoire attention as she turns, “What?”
Turning, Victoire starts to notice that some of the ‘water foam droplets’ that was moving around…do appear winged and humanoid of form.
Victoire’s hand quickly thrusts out, trying to catch one without injuring it. Her fast reflexes enable her to catch one, though the white hair fae with gossamer wings looked frightened.
Heylin puts his hand out like to have a bird land on it. Tentatively one of the faerie lands in Heylin’s hand, warily.
Victoire opens her hand, “Why hello… I-”
There is splashing out in the water…movement in the sand…
Johnathan moves beside…close…to Heylin.
Heylin cocks his head “bon jour……heeelo.”
Victoire looks up quickly from the faerie, her hand still but her blade in her offhand out now
The faerie in Heylin’s hand looks at him quizzically.
It then turns its head towards the water, and starts to fly once again, zipping towards the water.
Heylin will watch it fly to the water
Heylin sees Victoire, faerie in hand, watching a glittery veil and head start to rise out at the end of a greenish algae ‘rug’, and a form, like a seal, swimming on the outside of the rug, quickly moving inland.
Heylin moved his position to stand between the Princess and the water basically straddling her.
More of the faeries start to move away from the group and towards the rising figure…a slender woman with a silvery glittered veil…As if climbing steps…she rises along the green rug of plantlife…
Victoire starts to back away from her toward the princess
Heylin draws both blades
The other creature, a seal, moves onto the land, and after a quick shimmer, appears as a beautiful woman with golden eyes, naked except for a cloak of fur that matches the seal’s skin.
Heylin: “damn i thought they were lying about that……..”
She slowly stands up, her body/looks would be like Anna Nicole Smith in prime (volumptuous/beautiful) with golden eyes.
Victoire: “This whole trip has been filled with lies and surprises.” Victoire studies their auras to see if they mean harm or are angry.
The woman on the rug continues forward and then stops at the edge of the lake. The green rug quickly seems to wrap itself with some rocks/other solid sediment, forming a throne where the woman then sits down.
Heylin: “that was not a lie…..but one hell of a surprise.”
The woman that was once a seal, speaks and you understand. “You are at the edge of Bryn Bresail…the noble Nyneve’s desmaine. The mage Derwyddon had said you sought an audience with the Lady….”
The lady of the lake nods at the group.
Victoire resheathes her blades
Heylin: “i have been foretold to meet with the Lady…..and after i asked my spirit for help getting us here i figure it was to be …….my spirit back home.”
Victoire steps back a few paces, to let Heylin speak.
Looking to the side, you notice a lot of crab like animals starting to line up at the edge, rather protectively.
Heylin: “mortals do not ask favors of the spirit realms and not expect to be punished.”
Heylin will resheath his blades.
‘thunks’ are heard along the edges of the water. Small red men, about 3 -4 feet tall, with small brownish red bucklers and helms stand…their ‘blades’ in their sheaths (which seemed reddish pink)
Heylin: “lady Nyneve i hope we did not offend you with our blades.”
Heylin: “red hats?”
Several of them narrow their eyes.
“These are not the red caps…” the selkie speaks, “but her guard and advance troops when she comes towards land”
Heylin: “i couldn’t say your correct name if i wanted to that is what i heard you called.” Seeing the posture of the crab-men, and realizing a mistake had been made, Heylin said apologetically “no offense was meant….”
Heylin: “well Victoire i think that was my bad for the day….maybe year.”
“The red cap is a foul creature cast out of the courts of the sidhe…and goblins and other creatures try to mimic its evil”
Victoire: "I don’t even know what it is, so You’re better off than me.’
Nyneve does a small gesture which the selkie looks and turns towards the group, “My queen asks, one a day? is this a taboo that was placed upon you?”
Heylin: "i guess i am not the most “courtly” Musketeer. they all figure i will make mistakes when i am not supposed to my lady."
Heylin: “and calling your guard red caps is a doozy i think.”
The small faeries seem to be preening and helping like miniatures maidens Nyneve and the selkie…some seem to be fluttering warily towards Victoire and Ysabette.
Victoire settles onto her knees, in a rest position she is used to next to Ysabette, trying to wake her gently; she looks to the faeries around them, “You may come closer and see her if you wish. She is our Ruler.”
Nyneve does another small signal and the guards seem to relax slightly even as the selkie responds, “she has told them that your ignorance was due to the red cap not having come to your lands and so an accident was made”
The faeries seem to come closer, and one or two even start to help clean her up/make her hair/etc
Victoire smiles, “She loves her hair and make-up done.”
“The spirit” the selkie continues “was correct…favors such as that which was bequeathed upon you come at a price, though some of that has already been paid by others…”
Heylin: " i asked for the help i will pay the price for her." looking at the Princess
Some of the faeries do a silent squeal of delight at hearing about the hair and makeup being a favorite of Ysabette’s and try to go at it.
Victoire: "We tried to exact vengeance against those responsible for her death, but had to choose: save our liege, or revenge. They paid for their sins regardless, just not at our hands.’
From edges of Nyneve’s chin/jaw that there is a smile that appears as Heylin defends Ysabette.
Victoire: “In the end, we are soldiers; and we will have a reckoning one day.”
Nyneve turns to the selkie, whose face shows definite surprise, and even the faeries pause in the midst of their cleanings.
Heylin: “she owes you and the others nothing…….I do.”
“Are you sure my…” the selkie stammers, and there is a slight twitch of displeasure…and a BIG thunder roll in the distance.
The selkie gulps and quickly revisits her questioning, “The spirit is in no danger of debt as she was being told to help you from the danger.” Continuing, “And…Derwyddon’s vision allows him to see many futures and pasts…none of which involve him, but also many different paths…like channels of rivers that lead to the ocean.”
Heylin glances towards the boom, but does not see a cloud in the sky.
The faeries start to relax slightly and start to get back to their work
Victoire: “Then she served her Queen magnificently. Her death was horrible, and if I could have done anything short of purifying her pool and grave, I would willingly have done it.”
Victoire: “My heart lost a part of itself that day, and I can never recover that.”
Several of the faeries start to pull close towards Victoire, and start to work on her hair. And as they get closer to her ears, it is as if a light, soothing song is being sung, words unknown, though they sound almost natural, as if a babbling brook and some birds work on some harmony together..
Heylin: “neither of us will forget that day.”
Victoire: “But in the end, she did what all soldiers do: gave herself for her liege and what she believed in to her last breath. It is all any of us can do.”
There is a motion and a nod, and the selkie states, “and Nyneve approves. You may ask a question and if they do not tempt fate greatly, she may deem to answer it”
Victoire wipes the corners of her eyes, reliving the day
“much is she impressed by your passion which flows deep for nature from both Heylin and Cheyenne Victoire”
Heylin, after some thought, asks “Where should we look for allies that Ysebette can trust to put her on the thrown that will make France strong and fair again?”
Nyneve motions, and the selkie responds, “the allies you seek for France or the throne are ones that she has already started to make, the ones that were made and those that her blood creates”
The selkie looks at the musketeers as well as the sleeping children. She turns back to the Lady of the lake, who makes a motion, and the selkie nods.
Heylin looks at the Selkie thinking “this is gonna be interesting.”
“The lady regrets being rude and not having offered food or seats for you…” adding “do you wish food or other sustenance?”
Victoire: "Not at all, thank you anyway.’
Heylin: “there is a big beach that is a great seat and with a wonderful view.”
Several of the crab men come by with their shields turned carrying raw fish, seaweed, and other water delights which other crab men, and the selkie enjoy. She continues, “It is…and being close to the lands of the sidhe, it’s a bit more favorable right now than what it feels in the mortal world.”
Heylin looks at the seaweed quizzically
Selkie: “it is a delicacy…most mortals tend not to enjoy the full fruits of the water”
Heylin: “can i try a bit of that? i have to try.”
Victoire looks down at the Princess, looking at her protectively and finding the princess is sleeping soundly.
Heylin: “i have never eaten that before” noting an oil and vinegar as well as other items that blend with the seaweed’s taste.
Heylin: “this is actually good different, but good. Never would have guessed that.”
“There are some mortals that are like farmers but to the waters even as you had said yours was to the land”
Heylin: “now that would be an interesting job, to farm the ocean……..”
Victoire: "I know, knew, many.’
Heylin: “if you don’t get seasick.:”
Some of the crab hunch over and lobber up some of the meat including that from the mussels
Heylin: “i’ll try anything once.”
Heylin: “i do have a question but it is for me not the princess. just a logistical question really could i ask that and not get in trouble?”
The crab man walks over towards him and there is a variety of fish that has been filleted (and is raw)
The Lady nods which the selkie turns, “you may ask”
Heylin: "i was told the SIdhe have mor than one “branch” does the spirit of the waterfall back home fall under your branch or another?"
Heylin then takes a bite of one of the prepared fish.
The selkie listens and turns to the Lady who does a short hand motion, “she is in the same court that the Lady is within, but is lower in rank and is the vassal of another”
Heylin: “ok thank you for the information. if I ever see her again hopefully i will know more about her kind.”
The lady does another motion which catches the selkie off guard again.
Heylin: “since i know they/you exist i guess i know more than i did.”
“The Lady says…that if you wish to know more, it is acceptable to ask, especially as it will be important in the next few years”
Heylin: “okay. if your court is like mortals…..do you have the same petty problems with ones seeking more power and using others? or mortals is like yours?”
The selkie speaks, “there are rivalries, and ambition …that is what caused the rift and the evil faeries or the unseelie…that you had mentioned earlier, such as the Red Cap. There are some unseelie that have power and sycophants or servants…while others stay to themselves…”
Heylin: “of course there are.”
Victoire stands, “Merlin seemed to indicate that all this, us, the Princess, the squall at sea, the rescue, was ordained. Planned out. All our courses of action had been narrowed to one choosing.”
Victoire: “So I am uncertain why our questions would matter- if we can truly change nothing.”
Nyneve actually laughs (the lady of the lake), and then motions to the selkie.
“She apologizes for not laughing at you but at Merlin”
Victoire: “I have been laughed at before.”
“Though powerful in magic, it is imperfect. The paths were laid out and you each have chosen. What he sees are a couple paths, though there are many more. Elaine also saw some paths during her tests…”
Heylin: "me all the time
“The squall at sea was a part of nature, but that of the pirate ship and the beeast…those had been sent by others who did not want your princess, or any French nobility, to make it to England for they saw a path that they did not like”
Heylin: “well now that you bring that squall up when will my repayment of the debt begin and what will it be?”
The lady motions, "that has not been decided as there has not been a need for your specific skills or experiences, but you will be told when and what it is "
Heylin: “Or do i even want to know that answer?”
Victoire looks up to the skies, and concentrates on gathering clouds
Heylin: “me and specific skills……not had those two words in the same sentence many times…..”
Some storm like clouds in distance roll slightly…
Victoire tries to reach towards the clouds and weather, but found it difficult as she feels a ‘disconnect’ as if a barrier between you and the cloud.
Victoire releases the clouds, her confidence rising, as well as her anger, “Do you really think a squall is going to bother me?”
Victoire changes her hair color, her proportions, to match the Selkie
Heylin hands back one of the fish to the crab shaking his head
Victoire: “Or petty squabbles among nobles trying to see which twig is longer?”
Heylin: “you showing off again?”
Victoire: “Not at all, demonstrations seem to be the way of things.”
Heylin nods about one of the fish
Victoire: “Test here, test there. She us what you can do. Be the good little poppet.”
Heylin bends down and rubs the sand between his hands and then looks at Victoire
Victoire: “They’ve no IDEA what I can do.”
The selkie takes a step back, but there are edges of a definite smile on the Lady’s face.
Victoire: “I do NOT like being used” her anger increasing. “I swore an oath to that little girl, to my Captain, and others; but mainly to myself. And I have nothing if not my honor.”
The crab men seem to be starting to take a more defensive stance towards the Lady of the Lake.
Victoire: “I am stuck in this body, for now. but I’ve not forgotten who I am or how I was raised. She will see France again- if that is her desire, and will be no one’s puppet.”
Heylin: “if she wanted to do something it would have been done by now and you wouldn’t have seen it,” speaking to the crab warriors.
The selkie starts to take a few steps back into the water as well
Victoire sees the affect of her actions and drops the illusion, “I mean none of you any harm. I am just tired…”
Heylin talks to the crab who brought the fish “do you have anymore of that one?”, smiling as he points to the fish he liked.
Heylin: “you showed them what you needed to Victoire…..isn’t it to be weaker so they will do something stupid or show your strength so they won’t even try….right?”
Heylin watches the lady and Selkie
Victoire: “These are your lands, your home. I would never presume to be a match for any of you. But you are watching the board, and I’m a piece on that board. Okay, I accept that, but I’ll not see my liege treated as such- Just as I am sure any one of you would feel about the Lady.”
The lady motions towards the selkie, who bows to the humans, and starts back into the waters, taking seal form.
Victoire bows deeply to the Lady
She nods, a respectful, and pleased one at that. The crab men start to put down some more of the food on some larger leaves, and hunch over…starting to get their crab like shape again.
Victoire goes back over sitting down rest her forehead on her knees
Heylin: “i guess the question we should have asked was how do we get back to the castle?”
Victoire somewhat muffled, “I don’t know. I’m sorry if I have screwed this up. At times…I am not the calmest or wisest.”
Nyneve’s ‘throne’ seems to slide towards the end of the rectangular seaweed carpet…and you start to see white runes form on the seaweed rug
Heylin: “do you remember who you are talking to? remember me running over the peasants with Ysebette as you fouhgt that thing in the streets.”
Victoire: "I do.’
Heylin: “wisest……….me..not. Not saying you are either, you stayed and beat that thing, and saved how many in the process?”
The night chill starts to increase as It starts to get colder…
Heylin: “i saved one that day….you countless.”
Heylin: “how can we help our new friends and Elaine?”
Victoire gets up, huddling in closer to Jonathan, gesturing to Heylin to get Ysabette
Heylin picks up Ysebette and wraps her in his cloak
Victoire: “I can’t get a read on her. Or maybe I just don’t want to.”
Victoire: “yeah now this is more expected” as she starts to feel the chill of Northern Scotland.
Victoire touches the sigil in the water, visible by the moonlight and the green of the ‘rug’.
Heylin: “thank you My Lady .”as he bows
Stepping on the green rug, the individuals do not sink, though each step causes a ripple. The water does seep slightly into the boots, and it is FAR colder than before
Victoire: “Oh ach….”
Once reaching the rune, the next step sends you into a plunge, like stepping into a vertical chute, and after a quick moment, you emerge, as if shot out of the water, landing nearby the fountain. Other than your boots, Heylin and Victoire are dry.
Heylin: ’now that is going to get some people talking my dear." looking at Victoire.
Victoire: “What? Oh that? No, I doubt it.”
Heylin: “maybe not people……” and then, “let’s get the kids to bed.”
Victoire walks with Jonathan to his room, peeling off his soggy boots and tucking him in, putting the boots near the fire after stoking it a bit
Johnathan starts to stir, “oh dear…I should be helping you for the trip…Heylin said we were going somewhere and we needed things ready”
Victoire: “you rest, young man. We have returned, no trip to be had.”
Heylin puts Ysabette gently into her bed.
“my apolo-” as he falls asleep before he completes the word
Victoire: “Yes, yes. good night, Young Man.”
Heylin get things in order for the morning and will dry out his clothing
Victoire dresses down in a nightgown and sits by the fire, warming her feet and hands, thinking. Her hair starts to ruffle slightly.
Heylin puts his feet near the fire and lays out flat on the floor
As Victoire edges closer to the warmth of the fire, you hear a slight ‘squeak’ that comes from her hair. “I- what?” as she reaches up slowly
Victoire: “And what have we here?”
Several locks of hair shift up and a form, small one, darts out and away from the fire.
Victoire: “Wait! Come back!”
The form seems to jump into a water pitcher and swims around in it for a few moments before emerging out…
Victoire gets up slowly, moving around Heylin, “Little warm for you, Little One?”
Heylin and Victoire could see the water swirl though nothing seemed in it…but once the water swirl stopped, a small form seemed resting on the lip of the pitcher, aka one of the ‘foam faeries’.
Heylin looks over his shoulder at Victoire, even as she looks looks down at the diminutive form, “Looks like I had a stowaway.”
The faerie seems to shift from male to female form indiscriminantly.
Victoire: “That has got to hurt- and be confusing. What is your name?”. The creature’s lips move, and for Heylin, nothing was said, but for Victoire, it sounded like the sound of a water dropping on a leaf.
Victoire: “Well, it will take some time, I think.”
Victoire: “You hang out and enjoy the water, I need some warmth.”
Victoire advices the foam faerie, “Don’t go too far, I’m not sure The Lady would approve of you being here.”
The water being smiles and dives back in.
Victoire goes back over and sits by the fire, looking around, making sure no one else is lurking, then runs her hand through the fire a few times" which feels good, as if it was a natural part of her and putting her hand into it was a natural part of things.
Victoire: “The ankles are almost zero pain as of late- even with this damp weather.”
Victoire: “I am going to sleep; I will take the cot in the Princess room.”
Heylin offers “I will take the floor here by the fire i will keep it stoked for the night” as he eyes the fireplace.
Victoire heads upstairs, “Good night, Master Heylin.”
Heylin simply says, “good night …”