Contemplation lost in Misery

The young infant child sat beside the old man who tended the ill in the temple, he was stroking her hair as he often did in attempt to soothe  her. She would not shed tears, for in her torment there was no escape.  She hurt physically, for since the day of her birth she had been passed  back and forth to the sadistic individuals that shared her mothers  desires, Her body aged before it grew, at six weeks she resembled a  two year old, her mind twisted and mutilated for their sick  experiments, it was bad enough the drow blood aged inside her before  her human half, She wanted to die, There would be no peace in that  for her however.

So she sat with him, the man that had shown her the only kindness she  had ever known since she was born, He wanted to take her away, Hide  her away, keep her safe, but it would not be lasting, Her mother would  come for her, Her mother wanted her to suffer...

She could read his thoughts, some small feeling of communication for  her since her words had yet to come together, she didn't know how or  why she could, only that she could, it was a swirling haze of irradescent  beauty, in that haze she heard the song of his heart. He loved her as  his own, He's heart bled in sadness for the little child not  understanding why she suffered at her mothers hands so, Lyvinnia  knew though, she heard it in her mother..

She was a bastard, a reminder of betrayal. She would suffer more yet.

Offering Assistance

*The small boy appears again, bearing a rolled up piece of parchment in his hand with Sanria's personal seal upon it in wax.*

To Radiant Heart and the Hoard,

I am so very delighted to hear your replies.  I will make this a short missive to better expedite what you need to have happen.  I  know Vorcet is most likely already moving on his part of our bargain, but I would like also to add a couple of names into this proposition.

My son, Orn, has been trained by one of the most competent fighters in the realms - my husband, Colin - and would like to offer his sword and his bear to join Radiant Heart's invasion forces.  I can certainly vouch for his presence of mind and his capabilities and encourage you to be in touch with him should you have need for extra muscle.  I  believe in him fully.

My friend, Thasmudyan, has also offered his services, having been a General long ago in TriPower's army, as well as a member in the Order of Justice.  He is well aware of Vector's treachery, and has offered himself to be of aid in the intelligence gathering department.  While he is not a member of the Keepers of Balance, he is a very dear friend and one very capable and true to his word.

I, too, will offer up what I can to be of use should only you ask.  I am versed in the magics of nature and am willing to use it if it  will help free Westbridge. 

Please, be in touch with Orn and Thasmudyan as well as myself.  We are each eager to see this occupation come to a fitting and overdue end.

At your service,
Sanria

Boy Messengers

Sanria passed a few more hours in Thasmudyan's company, listening to him discuss  his captivity.  She  couldn't fathom why TriPower would  have taken him, but he was right... government  rarely discussed its secrets with its people.  The point she cared about most was that he had  gotten away.  How she'd  keep him hidden, she did not know, but for now, he was  safe... save the  bracelet-shackles  he wore on his  wrists that  prevented his using magic.  "We need to get those off."
"Don't break them."
"What happens if you break them?"
"Breaking  them will  make the  containment field permanent.  It's a  failsafe they wove into the pattern.  Or so they told me."
"So it may or may not be true..."
"Right.  Maybe they don't have the capability to do that. Still, I'd  rather not risk it without further knowledge."
"The only  one I can think  of that  may even know what these can or  can't do is Vorcet, but this couldn't have come at a worse time."
"Life often doesn't go according to plan, but, what makes this a bad  time?"

Her hesitation was only momentary in telling Thasmudyan of the impending battle in Westbridge and the Keepers of Balance's offer of aid. She had known him for many years.  She simply didn't expect his next words:  "...Maybe I can help."  Not again...
"Without using magic and in a war that  involves the very people you ran from?" Sanria asked incredulously. "Two things... First off, I used to belong  to the Legion, remember?  And the Order of Judgment before that.  Defense  of Westbridge was a  pretty  big part of  those  duties.  Second, Vectorians  aren't very  imaginative.  I could probably  list off, from memory, exactly where  they'll have all of their  troops  positioned.  They won't mess with what already works."

After a  few more  words, Sanria rose, promising to pass on not only her son, but her ex-lover, to Radiant Heart.  She stopped briefly to admonish Leandra  and ensure she  would help Thasmudyan if he needed it, then took Nioma back to the castle. She passed off the infant to Enmach's  waiting arms - the silvery woman having taken quite an interest in the baby, and returned to  her office.  She had barely begun her reply when a small boy appeared, his green eyes matching his green vest. He held out his hand, a pristine white letter within it, and smiled.  "For you, Lady Sanria."

Sanria's eyes  scanned the letter rapidly and she looked back to the small boy.  Radiant Heart had  finally answered.  And they accepted. "Hold  on a moment," she  said to the  boy, who stood looking at her with eyes that were obviously years beyond their age.  "Can you take a letter back."
"That's easy stuff," he said. 
"Please, give me a moment to finish it."
"As  you wish," he said with a smile  that both  unnerved and amused Sanria.  She bent over her parchment and wrote her reply and at last gave it to  the boy.  The deal with Orn and Thasmudyan was complete.

Thasmudyan (1-2)

Sanria walked instead of using magic, trying desperately to calm herself down.  She ran her hands over the trunks of trees, catching only slivers of their whispers as she made her way back to the cavern. She would have to write the letter soon, but she couldn't.  Not at that moment.  She would not let herself cry, that was the old Sanria.  She couldn't afford to let emotions get in her way.  There was no room in war, battle, leadership, for sobbing emotional messes. The new Sanria knew this.  Slowly, she had evolved.  She saw things with a calculating  glance, a precision, like  a puzzle to be solved.  This was what she had agreed to do.  There  was no room for error when dealing with lives.

She was wrapped  in her own mind when she noticed Thasmudyan standing at her  door.  Here was yet another puzzle to be solved, but one that required her to  remove her feelings.  He had been missing for nearly a year.  She had let him go.  This was not anticipated - Colin was on another plane, getting fixed, and, it seemed, no sooner than, Thasmudyan had showed up at her door... literally... and he looked terrible.
"Oh thank the Light.. Sanria."
"What... happened?"
"Tricked... held against my will.  In Torregiano."
"Wh... what do you mean, held against your will?"
"It.. well, it's a long story."
Long  story.  This is where it  began.  Always.  "I'm... not sure why you're here."
"I'm sorry... to come here like this. I didn't know where else to go, though.  I'm sure  they're after me.  I'm too ...valuable, if you can believe that."
"Well, perhaps Maya would be willing to hide you.  I'm sure she knows of places you could go."  It was cruel, but he had to go.
"If I knew where to find her, maybe." He replied, raising his eyebrow.
"I'm sorry.  I'm sure you two have some means of communicating."
"If I had ....means...of communicating with anyone... don't you think I'd have done it?"
"You do know where she lives, don't you?"  Sanria had to stand firm.
"I don't ... Maybe coming here was a mistake."

It was  only moments after  this statement, Sanria feeling  secure in the resolve that Thasmudyan would be leaving, when the front door was thrown open to reveal Leandra with Nioma, squalling in her arms. 'No,' Sanria thought.  'Anything but this.  Not now, Gods, not now.' "Leandra, go back inside.  Now."
"I... sorry... I didn't... she's fussy and..."
"NOW!"
A change  came over Leandra's face, and Sanria knew the demand was to be met  with a challenge.  The girl stormed  forward and shoved Nioma into Sanria's arms. "I have to take care of my own, you deal with her."
"Yes.  A mistake." Sanria echoed to Thasmudyan after Leandra left.

"...I thought  perhaps I could count on you in a time of need, as you used to count on me... but I see I was wrong. I'll just ...find somewhere else to hide, I guess.  Enjoy your life with Colin, then."
"How  dare you.  Do you even know how long you've been gone?  Do you?  Or that Maya is pregnant with, and has probably already had your baby?"
"Ten months, thirteen  days, and twelve hours.  That's how long I was imprisoned," Thasmudyan said, his eyes alight with anger.

Sanria  closed her eyes, gritting her teeth and flexing her jaw.  Why everything  seemed to be converging  at once she didn't know, nor did she understand, but  here it was, and it wasn't going away.  Thasmudyan was right.  He had  come to  her for help, something she'd always asked of  him.  She owed  him her life, Orn's life... She lowered her head.  "So you need to hide from TriPower."
"... Yes."

Sanria  handed  Nioma to Thasmudyan, rummaging for  her keys upon the discovery that Leandra had locked them  out.  She rushed, the less he saw of the little girl the better. "Colin doesn't have blue eyes, and  neither  do you.."  Sanria  pulled Nioma  from Thasmudyan's  arms and opened the front door, escaping inside. 
"We don't know where the blue came from. Must have been in there from genes... somewhere."
"Where'd the blue come... oh hell."
"She's Colin's daughter," Sanria said, staring at Thasmudyan, straining to keep the lie from showing completely.
"She's Colin's ...and yours, is that right?"
"Yes."
"...I see.  Well, congratulations on the new addition to your family."

Sanria turned, gesturing to the kitchen, offering up the home that he had  already known for many, many years.  "You, can feel free to make yourself at home.  You're not... a burden or anything like that."
"So you say," Thasmudyan said  with a sardonic chuckle.  "But we both know I'm the last person you wanted to see turn up like this."
Better to just get things out of the way.  "Thasmudyan, I worked very hard to accept what I found out from Maya. I worked hard to let you go. And you being... away... just served  to sever what I thought I could  get rid of.  I  was ready  to leave Colin for you...  But I found out  things weren't as they appeared."
"And do you think things are as they appear to be now?" he asked.

Sanria could tell he was holding himself in check.  She also knew she had never quite been so blunt.  Part of her new self. Part of her new life.  "The only  thing I can say is that I am sorry that you endured  an ordeal that took you away for so long. That is why you are standing  here now.  You cannot  help what you were forced into.  And I owe you  more than one."
"Please  understand that I am not  trying to ... dismiss what you are  saying about Maya.  It's just... well, right now I have more pressing  matters at hand to deal with." Sanria  felt the relief wash over her.  "I'm sure.  Which is a relief that  you are only looking  for a place to  hide.  It makes things...  easier for everyone."
"So when is he leaving?" Leandra's voice sounded from behind her.
"Leandra, this is still my house.  Watch your tone, please."
"I've never liked you, you know?  You ruin families.  You're lucky my  dad isn't on this plane or he'd kick your ass."
"You're  right, of course," Thasmudyan  replied with  a touch of ire. 
"That's exactly what I do. You might not want to stay here and talk to me any more or I'll end up ruining yours, too."
"You're far too late for that.  Did you see your kid?" Leandra said, flinging her hand in Nioma's direction.
"LEANDRA!"
"Yes, I did.  Why do you think I'm here?" Sanria ignored this and stood toe to toe with her daughter. "You take Nioma upstairs and stay out of this room. Damn you. Damn it Leandra."

This day was not at all panning out as anticipated.

Letting Go

Sanria had enough time to check in with Leandra, who had been staying at  the cavern  alone with her husband,  Askari  and their baby, when Orn's voice sounded in her mind.  "Leandra, can you watch Nioma while I check in with your brother?"
"How long are you going to be?" Leandra asked, hand on her hip.
"I... please?  It shouldn't be long."
"Yeah, sure."  Leandra took Nioma into her arms with a nod.  "You gotta  be sure you're  back soon, though.  I know how Orn is and how he thinks he's like, the most important thing on the planet."
"Leandra-"
"I know, I know.  He still gets on my nerves."

Sanria arrived  in her office to find Orn already waiting.  She had a feeling, that could only be described as a curling cold in her stomach.  When Orn pulled the note she had written to the clan from his pocket, her worst thoughts  were confirmed.  Everything in her wanted to send him out  of the office right then, but she would have to listen.  She tried to turn off her own motherly instincts, her face going authoritative to hear what she knew was coming:  "I got the missive.  And I want to help."

"Alright," Sanria  said, leaning on  her desk. "What  was it that you wanted to do?"
"Reggie and I, we can help to free Westbridge."
"And... how are you wanting to do this?"
"These  Radiant Heart  people... they  are supposed  to be helping to liberate the city, right?"
"Yes, they will be doing the fighting.  Not us." The look on  Orn's face gave away  the fact  he had caught her in her own lie.  "But you said they need help."
"We don't know what they need just yet."
"Then  why did you ask  for people to  help if you don't want them to sign up to help?"

She  couldn't keep  up her facade, and  her shoulders slumped ever so slightly. She would have to come clean with her desire. "I... I can't have you putting yourself in that position."
"What?  Mom.  And if Kineada or Kronk were to come and say he was going to help them fight, would you tell him that you don't want him doing that?"
"No. I wouldn't. But he's experienced in fighting and he's not my s..."
"Mom, I didn't join the clan so I could be treated differently because I'm your son."
"Orn... I  can't have you  fighting.  Please... if  there's something else, anything else..."
"Mom.  I know how to fight. Dad taught me a lot... before... and it's not exactly like they need someone to gather intelligence from trees."
"You're not my little boy anymore."
"No Mom, I'm not."
"Then what more can I say?"
"That you believe in me?"

The statement left  Sanria speechless for a few moments.  She did believe  in him, but he  was also her child, and she couldn't shake the feeling that  Colin would be  of the same mindset. Still, it was this moment she also realized that the child she and so many others had protected was as much a man as the men of her clan.  She watched Orn go, promising to  let Radiant know they could  count on him, and felt the overwhelming need  to get home.  There, she could let herself feel in privacy.  There, she wasn't a leader, but a mother who had just promised her son in battle.

Radiant Heart Response

Written  clearly and precisely on  pristine white parchment and sealed in a plain  envelope  with  the seal  of the  Radiant  Heart  a letter arrives  via a small child dressed  smartly in  well tailored breeches and a clean green vest over a clean pressed shirt.

Keepers of Balance,

I am Sliver,  Priest of  The Order of the Radiant Heart  and have been given direction  to respond with  great interest to  the proposal your group have presented to us. The Order of the Radiant  Heart sees only benefit  in your proposal to glean inside information in such ways.  We bid you be careful,  and we will be waiting for a report.

Our units have been  fiercely preparing and are almost  ready for  the great battle that is to come.  Any inside  information you can give us would be  put to great  use, this I  can personally  promise you. Your efforts will not be wasted.

In addition  we seek an audience with  your representatives as well as that of The Hoard so that we may meet face  to face and each  know who we are dealing with.

Sliver, Dame Grand Cross of the Order of the Radiant Heart