Quick footsteps tapped along the red carpets. A woman passed the inner garden, and snowflakes had started falling.
Gray-white-light shone over the skinny bushes and trees missing their leaves.
She greeted guards tall, with metal armors, swords latched to waists and engravings impossible not to awe over;
going in spirals with stars and their house crest on the chest, meaning two lions surrounding a glowing star.
The woman's blond hair stretches far down, carrying a newly sewn dress colored black with gold flowers and a star shaped pin on her left chest.
Her body was well fattened like a true royal. She rounded the corner once, having climbed the two flights of stairs.
Two guards further down the hallway stood guard by the courtroom door, almost appearing stone like, as if they were statues protecting a tomb.
“Sir Konrad, Sir Farnk.'' She greeted them with respect.
A long and healthy relationship only made for such an occurrence, among others she would not thread so pleasantly.
Konrad and Farnk bent halfway, uttering “Queen Elysa.” As a form of notice and respect.
“How may we assist you, my queen?” Continued Konrad.
“You may start with letting me in. I have urgent news which I have to deliver to my son.”
Konrad stared at Elysa in silence. “As you wish, my queen.” Konrad nodded, then he knocked on the door.
And together both guards pushed open a path with one hand on the round stone handle.
And gripping the sword with the other. Konrad announced “The queen Elysa.”
…
“Mother.” Sirius said. Standing by the left side of the courtroom table while the councilmen passed them.
Hand resting on a short sword protruding from the waist belt.
She spoke in old Cascan “Naisaa orran missa. Isa om tanor barya, ana ys koph.”
(It's your sister. She has birthed the child, it is a boy.)
Sirius froze like water in the winter seasons. He was really happy but didnt know how to react or even what to say.
He gathered his thoughts for a minute. Deciding carefully what he would speak next.
Speaking in old Cascan, Sirius said “Pas per novanius icos isaan volontis. Tycawa rempari n caravanis.” (We must go see her immediately. I'll arrange a carriage.)
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Elysa's voice became light and quiet, she replied with “ Tycis ve drovok casymtas oras namvis, paran paswan povis nahoor cis horron.”
(I have already called for one, and we’ll be leaving in the morrow)
Sirius changed back to Ballanorian “Good. I have other matters to take care of now, mother. But I will see you later.”
she took hold of his hand, then to embrace him in a hug that felt very warm and nice. It cooled Sirius's nerves.
“Now dont work too much, you know what happens if you do.” He responded with an easy “Yes mother, I will try not to.”
She released her hold over him, saying “Good then, I must go now and speak with your sister. you wouldn't happen to know where she is, do you?”
Sirius had no clue at all, so he guessed.
“She's probably practicing arts of war, with Johrn, or she's in her chambers, I don't know which I am afraid. Sorry mother but I have to leave now to see fathers-grandfather.”
“With honor and might, yes… I won't hold you any longer, my son.” she smiled, grazed him by the arm with her hand and slowly stepped out the courtroom.
“With honor and might,” he quietly pronounced.
“The first half-breed has been born. What a cruel life he will have. But what a fine one too. Let's hope she didn't name him anything dreadful at least.” he sighed.
…
Hung braziers emitted an orange light, blending in with the white gray natural light shining through the long glazed windows.
An old man rests on a wooden chair with black soft cushioning and gold coated engravings of flowers, men, lions and creatures foreign.
That's how all the ballanor chairs looked. Gifts from prior generations.
As Sirius entered the library he had greeted his fathers-grandfather with a palm-out gesture.
His fathers-grandfather returned the greeting gesture.
Sirius asked in old Cascan “Vesa vo orr hesåvaan, Ayakajaanayak?” (How did you know, fathers-grandfather?) Qorrin half smiled while tapping on an old clothbound book in his lap.
With a raspy voice he replied “Vesa? Vesa cicosha, kophan….Namas, namas.” (How? How indeed, boy….Come, come.) He vaguely waved his hand.
Sirius unbound his leather belt, resting it on the long brown table with his short sword still in the scabbard.
All he wondered now was what his fathers-grandfather wanted to tell him.
He always had these stories to tell of recent historical events dating back from around a hundred years ago. Spectacular things they were, stories of old adventures and wars between houses.
How Qorrin remembered it all, he didn't know. “Atam wa orr isovon tycis, otarr?" (What will you tell me, today?) Sirius asked as he pulled out a chair next to Qorrin.
His fathers-grandfather always carried this old menacing look on his face, almost as if he couldnt give a single fuck about anything in the world.
And still he was probably the most educated man in the realm to this day.
Qorrins white long hair reached to his chest, like a white thick mist his eyes were colored the same, White,
and what he usually wore would be this long black robe spun in the most fabulous fabric created; its details were stars spinning in circles as if they played a game of tag with each other, etched in gold.
Then there was also his burnt scar along his left cheek, ending by the eyebrow. It wasn't the kindest of looks Qorrin had but he didn't need it, like Sirius did, so it was okay.
“Ana ys nai n thokkas cha tycis wa isovon orr otarr, vaylis ana ys banaisht tycis wa rotor orr, tava kophan. Banaisht wolowan ys fenna co tycis paran wa povis fenna co orr cis futaraya.
Banaisht wolowan ys ta davar co år elevar wolowan orr inis gepo ana co orrantycyftar……perossi kepa tycis kofforr vo bafaor san tylos.”
(It is not a thing which I will tell you today, rather it is something I will show you, my boy. Something that is dear to me and will be dear to you in the future.
Something that is so important to our lineage that you must keep it to yourself……just like my son did before he died.)