OOC commentary: Second encounter with Sanria. It is a continuation of the previous one. This time she tells Ror quite a bit about the past, including the TriPower and Throm! The conversation also strayed upon Westbridge and its occupation. A discussion that not only had the important line "uplifting the spirit of the people of Westbridge" in it, but possibly also pushed Sanria further onto the path of ensuring Westbridge would be liberated.
Family Guardian (1-2)
Sanria had been puzzled for the entire day. She watched Colin as he doted on their new arrival, smiles, kisses, hugs, her breath catching. Why wasn't he angry? He took care of her as well, though with the residual healing energy from the child coursing through her, she didn't need much. It was as if he truly didn't care - or maybe didn't know - but how could that be?
"How are you feeling?" he asked once the day had wound to a close.
"I'm fine... but how are you?"
"Wonderful. She's beautiful isn't she?"
"Colin... I'm really sorry."
"About what?"
"Well, that she's..." Sanria paused as Colin looked at her, completely not understanding... or perhaps not really wanting to. "We'll have to have Thasmudyan around, you know, not all the time but-"
"Why?" Colin asked, his demeanor beginning to shift.
"Because she needs to have her father around, don't you think?"
"She has her father, right here. Right?" The very slow darkening of Colin's eyes sent a small chill through Sanria, but she couldn't lie to him. "Right?"
"Colin..."
"Sanria, that is our daughter. Yours and mine."
Sanria's heart went out to the little girl, sleeping soundly in the small dressing room. She knew she had to get Colin to see, and so with careful steps, she continued dropping the hints until Colin exploded. With fury he ransacked the bedroom and stormed out. With a small spell woven to keep the baby asleep, Sanria went quickly after him and out into the forest beyond.
"NO!" Colin kept repeating, slamming his fists into tree trunks and sending bits of them flying off into the darkness. "You're wrong!"
"Colin, please, stop. Listen to me..." and finally, he stopped, heaving with unspent energy. He stared down at her, his face looking on the verge of tears through the utter rage. "Okay. She is our daughter... I'm probably wrong."
"But you don't believe that," he said through clenched teeth.
"Do you?"
And the fight slowly left. His voice grew quieter as he kept himself from tears. "I shouldn't be here."
"Why would you say that?"
"Look at what I put you through. I have to lie to myself just to keep control..."
"You are needed and important. Orn needs you, Leandra adores you-"
"All I want is for us to be together, a family, for you to be happy..."
"We are a family," Sanria said, feeling the full implication of her words.
"And I'm trying. But we are all together, and we have our family." Colin looked at Sanria in the darkness, the moon casting only the faintest glow through the trees. "You came after me..."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You want me around... you want to have me with you."
Sanria walked nearer, wrapping her arms around Colin, leaning her head against him. She couldn't have this happen again. If it meant that Thasmudyan never knew, that is what it meant. She was their daughter, hers and Colin's, and she loved Colin before, she would do it again. What he wanted was simple, and that is just how Sanria would try to keep it.
"How are you feeling?" he asked once the day had wound to a close.
"I'm fine... but how are you?"
"Wonderful. She's beautiful isn't she?"
"Colin... I'm really sorry."
"About what?"
"Well, that she's..." Sanria paused as Colin looked at her, completely not understanding... or perhaps not really wanting to. "We'll have to have Thasmudyan around, you know, not all the time but-"
"Why?" Colin asked, his demeanor beginning to shift.
"Because she needs to have her father around, don't you think?"
"She has her father, right here. Right?" The very slow darkening of Colin's eyes sent a small chill through Sanria, but she couldn't lie to him. "Right?"
"Colin..."
"Sanria, that is our daughter. Yours and mine."
Sanria's heart went out to the little girl, sleeping soundly in the small dressing room. She knew she had to get Colin to see, and so with careful steps, she continued dropping the hints until Colin exploded. With fury he ransacked the bedroom and stormed out. With a small spell woven to keep the baby asleep, Sanria went quickly after him and out into the forest beyond.
"NO!" Colin kept repeating, slamming his fists into tree trunks and sending bits of them flying off into the darkness. "You're wrong!"
"Colin, please, stop. Listen to me..." and finally, he stopped, heaving with unspent energy. He stared down at her, his face looking on the verge of tears through the utter rage. "Okay. She is our daughter... I'm probably wrong."
"But you don't believe that," he said through clenched teeth.
"Do you?"
And the fight slowly left. His voice grew quieter as he kept himself from tears. "I shouldn't be here."
"Why would you say that?"
"Look at what I put you through. I have to lie to myself just to keep control..."
"You are needed and important. Orn needs you, Leandra adores you-"
"All I want is for us to be together, a family, for you to be happy..."
"We are a family," Sanria said, feeling the full implication of her words.
"And I'm trying. But we are all together, and we have our family." Colin looked at Sanria in the darkness, the moon casting only the faintest glow through the trees. "You came after me..."
"Why wouldn't I?"
"You want me around... you want to have me with you."
Sanria walked nearer, wrapping her arms around Colin, leaning her head against him. She couldn't have this happen again. If it meant that Thasmudyan never knew, that is what it meant. She was their daughter, hers and Colin's, and she loved Colin before, she would do it again. What he wanted was simple, and that is just how Sanria would try to keep it.
A Bundle of Hope
Colin felt like things were finally coming together. Times had been very difficult since Arlenia's... death. Just the thought of that incident brought pangs of dread and sorrow up in his chest. That single event not only showed Colin a part of just how much the black makou within him could take control, but it had also shattered his almost perfect life with one sweep of his blades. Colin deeply regretted his actions on that day, not because he felt Arlenia deserved better - after all, the woman had murdered one child of his and attempted to kill another, but rather because of just how far it had driven Sanria from him.
Over the past few months Colin had tried desperately to keep Sanria at least around him, even if she refused to be in a relationship with him. The occasional nights they had shared were much needed breaths of fresh air to keep him fron suffocating. Every time he thought of her going away he could feel himself losing control. He loved Sanria deeply, which made things painful enough, but this was something worse. He had a taste of it before when Sanria had gone off to the frozen north to die. In those few days she was gone it was all he could do to stay sane and he had held onto the then infant Orn like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood.
Finally, things were beginning to change. The visit from Maya the other day was almost more than he could have hoped for. While it truly pained him to see Sanria hurt by the news of Thasmudyan's continued relationship with, and impregnation of, the other woman, Colin couldn't help but feel relief at the revelation. Thasmudyan wasn't the right man for Sanria and maybe now she could finally see that. At least he wouldn't have to deal with him in the house anymore... when or if he ever showed back up.
And now, their daughter was born. He held the small bundle in his arms, cradling the tiny new life that was a part Sanria and a part him. He handed the child off and watched each of their other two children take their turns holding the baby. Finally the child made it back to Sanria and Colin stood there full of pride, love, and hope. Their whole family, together in one room, celebrating the addition of another.
Colin had never let go of hope. After all, he didn't even think he could if he wanted to maintain his sanity and control over his own actions. But now, finally, he felt that his hope wasn't just in desperation but that they could truly begin moving back toward happiness. Things were finally coming back together.
Over the past few months Colin had tried desperately to keep Sanria at least around him, even if she refused to be in a relationship with him. The occasional nights they had shared were much needed breaths of fresh air to keep him fron suffocating. Every time he thought of her going away he could feel himself losing control. He loved Sanria deeply, which made things painful enough, but this was something worse. He had a taste of it before when Sanria had gone off to the frozen north to die. In those few days she was gone it was all he could do to stay sane and he had held onto the then infant Orn like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood.
Finally, things were beginning to change. The visit from Maya the other day was almost more than he could have hoped for. While it truly pained him to see Sanria hurt by the news of Thasmudyan's continued relationship with, and impregnation of, the other woman, Colin couldn't help but feel relief at the revelation. Thasmudyan wasn't the right man for Sanria and maybe now she could finally see that. At least he wouldn't have to deal with him in the house anymore... when or if he ever showed back up.
And now, their daughter was born. He held the small bundle in his arms, cradling the tiny new life that was a part Sanria and a part him. He handed the child off and watched each of their other two children take their turns holding the baby. Finally the child made it back to Sanria and Colin stood there full of pride, love, and hope. Their whole family, together in one room, celebrating the addition of another.
Colin had never let go of hope. After all, he didn't even think he could if he wanted to maintain his sanity and control over his own actions. But now, finally, he felt that his hope wasn't just in desperation but that they could truly begin moving back toward happiness. Things were finally coming back together.
New Arrival
The birth was as simple as Sanria had anticipated. Of course, there was the obligatory pain and blood, but she had done this before. In fact, as she watched Colin cradling the bundle protectively to his chest, she had done this five times now. Five children, one dead, one fully grown and with his own life and responsibilities, two teenagers, and one tiny infant who was the most unexpected of them all. Surprise.
Colin was elated, as he always was, at the newest Stone. Sanria watched him cuddle the little girl who stayed contentedly quiet throughout all of the proceedings -a sleepy little bundle who seemed to need little in her first moments in the world. Colin, Sanria thought, was perfectly fine to insulate himself in this cavern so long as she was in it with him. As predicted, he did not want Thasmudyan around, he would no longer accept healings. Simply stated, he did not want Sanria to have the chance to get close to Thasmudyan again. She could do nothing but relent.
Orn and Leandra both came into the room, Orn taking a few moments to look over the sleeping baby, then passing her to Leandra who seemed to coo in a way that Sanria assumed was just her hormones. This child was due to her meddling, Sanria thought, but she could not be angry. The only thing Leandra wanted was to have her mother and father together again, and through the perfect storm of circumstances, she was to have it. Soon enough, she'd be a mother herself. It was a thought Sanria had to save for another time.
The sleeping infant was passed back to her mother, and Sanria laid down in the bed, resting in the pillows with a sigh. This would have to be the last one. She closed her eyes and listened to Colin's baritone voice, chatting with Orn and Leandra. The entire family, present in one room for the first time in... a very long time. Sanria looked down at the baby, running a finger on her cheek, and the infant opened her eyes. Sanria's heart stopped. Looking back at her was a pair of the bluest eyes she had seen - exactly like Thasmudyan's.
Colin was elated, as he always was, at the newest Stone. Sanria watched him cuddle the little girl who stayed contentedly quiet throughout all of the proceedings -a sleepy little bundle who seemed to need little in her first moments in the world. Colin, Sanria thought, was perfectly fine to insulate himself in this cavern so long as she was in it with him. As predicted, he did not want Thasmudyan around, he would no longer accept healings. Simply stated, he did not want Sanria to have the chance to get close to Thasmudyan again. She could do nothing but relent.
Orn and Leandra both came into the room, Orn taking a few moments to look over the sleeping baby, then passing her to Leandra who seemed to coo in a way that Sanria assumed was just her hormones. This child was due to her meddling, Sanria thought, but she could not be angry. The only thing Leandra wanted was to have her mother and father together again, and through the perfect storm of circumstances, she was to have it. Soon enough, she'd be a mother herself. It was a thought Sanria had to save for another time.
The sleeping infant was passed back to her mother, and Sanria laid down in the bed, resting in the pillows with a sigh. This would have to be the last one. She closed her eyes and listened to Colin's baritone voice, chatting with Orn and Leandra. The entire family, present in one room for the first time in... a very long time. Sanria looked down at the baby, running a finger on her cheek, and the infant opened her eyes. Sanria's heart stopped. Looking back at her was a pair of the bluest eyes she had seen - exactly like Thasmudyan's.
Mother Daughter
Sanria ascended the stairs, leaving Maya and Colin behind. She would send Thasmudyan to Maya as soon as he arrived back at the cavern. First, she would talk to her daughter. She opened Leandra's door, her eyes locking on her daughter's. "Why did you guys have to tell her I was pregnant?"
"I didn't. Your father did," Sanria said and closed the door behind her.
"It's not fair," Leandra began, and Sanria felt the anger leave her limbs. She sat heavily in the rocking chair and stared into the room. "Mama?"
"Yes, Leandra?"
"Aren't you going to say something?"
"No. I don't believe I am."
There was nothing to say. There was nowhere left to go. It was her reality. "I'm sorry, Mama," Leandra whispered.
"You should never be sorry for uncovering the truth, Leandra. No matter how bad it may hurt."
"I was really mad at you but... I'm not mad anymore."
"Thank you, Leandra," Sanria said, her chest weighted.
"I... hope you're not mad at Papa."
Sanria sighed deeply and looked at Leandra. How could this child know that her words gouged Sanria's heart. Leandra had done everything to get Sanria back with Colin. How could she have assumed that it would stop? Somehow, the girl had found the key, and twisted it. Sanria closed her eyes and looked away. It was her reality, and she knew that this was merely the moment when life had decided to force her hand. She got up and walked over to Leandra, patting her affectionately on the shoulder. "I love you, Leandra."
Sanria walked from the room, down the hall, to the Observatory and sat in the chair. All hope for the end of this situation was gone. She knew Colin wouldn't want Thasmudyan around, and that meant Colin would not get healed. She knew that within hours, Colin would push her again to recommit him, and what would she say? There was no where left for her to go and knowing what Colin had in him, she couldn't go even if she wanted to. She slid down in the chair, feeling small, and stared out over the realms as they changed color with the setting sun. There were no other options. Not anymore.
"I didn't. Your father did," Sanria said and closed the door behind her.
"It's not fair," Leandra began, and Sanria felt the anger leave her limbs. She sat heavily in the rocking chair and stared into the room. "Mama?"
"Yes, Leandra?"
"Aren't you going to say something?"
"No. I don't believe I am."
There was nothing to say. There was nowhere left to go. It was her reality. "I'm sorry, Mama," Leandra whispered.
"You should never be sorry for uncovering the truth, Leandra. No matter how bad it may hurt."
"I was really mad at you but... I'm not mad anymore."
"Thank you, Leandra," Sanria said, her chest weighted.
"I... hope you're not mad at Papa."
Sanria sighed deeply and looked at Leandra. How could this child know that her words gouged Sanria's heart. Leandra had done everything to get Sanria back with Colin. How could she have assumed that it would stop? Somehow, the girl had found the key, and twisted it. Sanria closed her eyes and looked away. It was her reality, and she knew that this was merely the moment when life had decided to force her hand. She got up and walked over to Leandra, patting her affectionately on the shoulder. "I love you, Leandra."
Sanria walked from the room, down the hall, to the Observatory and sat in the chair. All hope for the end of this situation was gone. She knew Colin wouldn't want Thasmudyan around, and that meant Colin would not get healed. She knew that within hours, Colin would push her again to recommit him, and what would she say? There was no where left for her to go and knowing what Colin had in him, she couldn't go even if she wanted to. She slid down in the chair, feeling small, and stared out over the realms as they changed color with the setting sun. There were no other options. Not anymore.
Escher's Relativity
The sensation was most like falling, or perhaps it was like being punched in the gut and needing to vomit, or perhaps it was like nothing. Yes. If nothing had a feeling, it would be this. A void. But then again... no. Whatever it was, it was in Sanria as she opened her door and watched Maya walk in. The words came back to her in a roar, a distant conversation:
"You asked why I keep showing up in your life," Thasmudyan said, "Don't
you think that maybe, being with you was the happiest moment in my lives,
and that all I'm hoping for is another chance to have something like that
again?"
"What if Maya comes looking for you?" she asked.
"I'll deal with that if it happens. She hasn't been, though."
"If you want to be with her... if she does, I won't stop you. I've done
my fair share of... others."
"Fair enough. Still, I don't see myself choosing her if I could have you
instead."
Sanria felt her knees go weak. This was not supposed to happen. Not when she had just decided. Not when she had just told Colin that when Thasmudyan came back, she was going to be with him. No. Not this. Not now.
"So it is the right residence then. Evening to you Sanria," Maya said. No, no, this wasn't supposed to be. How did she know anything was going on? And then Sanria's questions were answered as her daughter hopped down the stairs calling out a hello. No.
"I... I see you've met my daughter, somehow. Colin... this is Maya. Maya, this is Colin, Leandra's father."
"The husband I presume," and the words seemed a slap in Sanria's face.
"No... not... exactly," Sanria said, ignored.
"I have heard your name before," Colin said.
"I'm an acquaintance of your wife's," another slap.
"We're, separated... actually,"
"Such a shame, true love really is something rare to be treasured. I'm sure you'll both find it some day," and Maya rested her eyes on Sanria.
This was not supposed to be happening. Leandra excused herself and ran back up the stairs, and Maya launched into a discussion - one to which Sanria found no choice but to sit down for. Leandra hated her, and was miserable, and needed to know the truth about Brin and Visha and- where had this come from? "Driven by a series of hates and hurts that filtered into the wrong hands will destroy your family," Maya said.
"Please, listen. There are no lies here. She knows her father and I love her, she knows that I'm not... exactly with her father. As far as Brin goes, she had issues within her that Leandra couldn't hope to compete with."
"In a world where so many children prepare to come to breathe.... should we not offer them a future worth living? Your daughter gives me hope towards my own, please do not misplace my intentions."
"...your own?"
"You didn't know? Oh of course not, it has been so long since that day you introduced us. I'm with child."
"With... wait... whose child?"
"Thasmudyan's of course."
Yes. Like falling and being punched and needing to vomit. Like cold that curls up at your feet, winding about them, nestling like a viper. Sanria felt herself turn away, blanching at the expression on Colin's face, the one he was trying to keep her from seeing. She had told Thasmudyan before that she was afraid this reality was permanent for her. Though he gave his assurances it was not... Sanria had merely to turn around to look on the face of the truth.
"You asked why I keep showing up in your life," Thasmudyan said, "Don't
you think that maybe, being with you was the happiest moment in my lives,
and that all I'm hoping for is another chance to have something like that
again?"
"What if Maya comes looking for you?" she asked.
"I'll deal with that if it happens. She hasn't been, though."
"If you want to be with her... if she does, I won't stop you. I've done
my fair share of... others."
"Fair enough. Still, I don't see myself choosing her if I could have you
instead."
Sanria felt her knees go weak. This was not supposed to happen. Not when she had just decided. Not when she had just told Colin that when Thasmudyan came back, she was going to be with him. No. Not this. Not now.
"So it is the right residence then. Evening to you Sanria," Maya said. No, no, this wasn't supposed to be. How did she know anything was going on? And then Sanria's questions were answered as her daughter hopped down the stairs calling out a hello. No.
"I... I see you've met my daughter, somehow. Colin... this is Maya. Maya, this is Colin, Leandra's father."
"The husband I presume," and the words seemed a slap in Sanria's face.
"No... not... exactly," Sanria said, ignored.
"I have heard your name before," Colin said.
"I'm an acquaintance of your wife's," another slap.
"We're, separated... actually,"
"Such a shame, true love really is something rare to be treasured. I'm sure you'll both find it some day," and Maya rested her eyes on Sanria.
This was not supposed to be happening. Leandra excused herself and ran back up the stairs, and Maya launched into a discussion - one to which Sanria found no choice but to sit down for. Leandra hated her, and was miserable, and needed to know the truth about Brin and Visha and- where had this come from? "Driven by a series of hates and hurts that filtered into the wrong hands will destroy your family," Maya said.
"Please, listen. There are no lies here. She knows her father and I love her, she knows that I'm not... exactly with her father. As far as Brin goes, she had issues within her that Leandra couldn't hope to compete with."
"In a world where so many children prepare to come to breathe.... should we not offer them a future worth living? Your daughter gives me hope towards my own, please do not misplace my intentions."
"...your own?"
"You didn't know? Oh of course not, it has been so long since that day you introduced us. I'm with child."
"With... wait... whose child?"
"Thasmudyan's of course."
Yes. Like falling and being punched and needing to vomit. Like cold that curls up at your feet, winding about them, nestling like a viper. Sanria felt herself turn away, blanching at the expression on Colin's face, the one he was trying to keep her from seeing. She had told Thasmudyan before that she was afraid this reality was permanent for her. Though he gave his assurances it was not... Sanria had merely to turn around to look on the face of the truth.
Adults Blow
Leandra called mentally for her father and waited, twiddling her thumbs and sighing. He was certainly taking his time, maybe he was just upset and didn't really want to see her - he still sounded upset by all of this. Still, she had to clarify things. As she left Maya, the woman had spoken into her mind, "Visha." She had mentioned that Visha was Brin's father, but if Visha was Brin's father, then that meant Visha was her father, too. Then Colin wasn't her dad at all, and that sent a little bit of panic into Leandra's body.
"Papa," she started once Colin had barely gotten into the room, "who is Visha?" She couldn't have anticipated the look of shock on his face.
"Visha...? Where did you hear that name?"
"I... you're my real dad, aren't you? Not Visha?"
"Of course I'm your dad. Now, Leandra, tell me, where did you hear this?"
"Promise you won't get mad at me?"
"Oh Leandra..."
So Leandra launched into the story of how she escaped the confines of the cavern and headed into Westbridge (what else was she supposed to do, actually stay here?) and her encounter with Maya. She told Colin how Maya was supposed to marry Thasmudyan and saw her father's eyes lighten a bit. "So anyways, I talked to her more about it and begged her to help me get rid of him, and she said she would. That all I had to do was tell Thasmudyan that I wanted a little time with my family before he got with Mama so he'd leave and go to Maya. Then she said she'd do the rest."
"Wait, wait... Leandra, you just met this woman and you're... plotting with her?"
"Not to kill him, she told me that she wasn't going to do that. Just to get him away from here so that you and mama can be together again. But... then she got this weird look on her face when I told her my name. She said, "Brin Stone?" and I was like yeah, and told her how gross... I mean, how you and Emalia had a baby and named her that."
"Leandra, be respectful."
"Well it is..." she muttered.
"Did she say anything about where Visha and Brin are now?" Colin asked.
"No. Nothing else. But she asked where we live and said maybe she'd come visit us."
And like magic, like, really - the doorbell rang. Ignoring her grounding, Leandra leapt up from her bed with a grin. "Maybe that's her!" And she zipped out the door.
"Leandra, wait!" Colin called after.
"Papa," she started once Colin had barely gotten into the room, "who is Visha?" She couldn't have anticipated the look of shock on his face.
"Visha...? Where did you hear that name?"
"I... you're my real dad, aren't you? Not Visha?"
"Of course I'm your dad. Now, Leandra, tell me, where did you hear this?"
"Promise you won't get mad at me?"
"Oh Leandra..."
So Leandra launched into the story of how she escaped the confines of the cavern and headed into Westbridge (what else was she supposed to do, actually stay here?) and her encounter with Maya. She told Colin how Maya was supposed to marry Thasmudyan and saw her father's eyes lighten a bit. "So anyways, I talked to her more about it and begged her to help me get rid of him, and she said she would. That all I had to do was tell Thasmudyan that I wanted a little time with my family before he got with Mama so he'd leave and go to Maya. Then she said she'd do the rest."
"Wait, wait... Leandra, you just met this woman and you're... plotting with her?"
"Not to kill him, she told me that she wasn't going to do that. Just to get him away from here so that you and mama can be together again. But... then she got this weird look on her face when I told her my name. She said, "Brin Stone?" and I was like yeah, and told her how gross... I mean, how you and Emalia had a baby and named her that."
"Leandra, be respectful."
"Well it is..." she muttered.
"Did she say anything about where Visha and Brin are now?" Colin asked.
"No. Nothing else. But she asked where we live and said maybe she'd come visit us."
And like magic, like, really - the doorbell rang. Ignoring her grounding, Leandra leapt up from her bed with a grin. "Maybe that's her!" And she zipped out the door.
"Leandra, wait!" Colin called after.
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