Flashback White Paint and Rose Gardens (Edmund Morealis)

Adelaide meets a fellow dynasty member named Edmund.

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This lazy agricultural settlement rests on the swampy shores of the Middle Suvan at the delta of The Kenash River. The River's slow moving bayou waters have bred a different sort of people - rugged, cultured, and somewhat violent. Sprawling plantations of tobacco and cotton grow on the outskirts of the swamp in the rich Cyphrus soils, while the city itself curls around the bayou and spawns decadence and sins of all sorts. Life is slower in Kenash, but the lack of pace is made up for in the excesses of food and flesh in a city where drinking, debauchery, gambling, slavery, and overbearing plantation families dominate the landscape.

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White Paint and Rose Gardens (Edmund Morealis)

Postby Adelaide Sitai on September 6th, 2014, 4:56 am

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Adelaide followed Edmund down the tree, carefully making sure to not get too much more green on her slip and, in the process, stubbing her toe on a stray branch. As she bit her lip to avoid shouting out and merely winced, she decided that it might have been better to climb with shoes... or in more suitable attire - that way she would not have been scaling down the tree at such an odd angle, like some crippled monkey.

"Life is all about taking chances," she said with a little smile, before adding, with that righteous naivety of youth, "Otherwise, what's the point?"

Edmund was being a little slow to descend and, though Adelaide was doing her best not to get too close so as to not embarrass him, she was drawing closer to him. She wondered if she might be able to cross him without pushing him off the tree and if he would object to it.

"Fortune?" it was a game she was sure she had played before, but couldn't quite place where. And Mulct... she had heard of that, but she was sure it was a game more often played by adults. Still, what did she know? What she most often did was play make-believe, pretending to be a Knight in a faraway city or an actress or a (clumsy) performer in a circus. Or a bird, often when she would nestle up in her bed and pretend she was a mother hen protecting her eggs, which was all very cosy. Finally, her favourite make-believe game was when Zuleikha tied her to a tree and pretended to be questioning her, or leaving her there for the vultures to eat. As for proper game games, she and Zuleikha tended to make up their own. Tag, of course, was a standard. Probably played by children since the dawn of time. But their personal favourite was cliff-hanger. The Bloodflower Mansion had a brilliant set of stairs and there was nothing better than one of the children lying on the landing with their arms outstretched while the other held on, hanging (as it were) over the steps. Sometimes, the adults seemed to mind and most of the time they didn't.

"The stairs are good for playing in."
said Adelaide finally, before answering the question, "I play with Zuleikha, my sister, but also with Father and sometimes the slave." Most of the time though, she had to admit that she played alone. Wanting to change the subject, she asked, "Have you ever slid down a staircase in a washing basket? When Aria was four, Zuleikha put her in a wicker one that rolled and it just kept rolling. I personally prefer ones that don't roll, and I pretend that I'm sliding down a mountain."

Zuleikha had naturally been punished for putting her half-sister in a cylindrical washing basket against her will. Jafara had seen to it, even though Roland objected to such heavy-handed punishment, and smacked the child's legs with a short stick a dozen times. Then Jafara and Roland had got into a fight while Zuleikha cried and Adelaide comforted her.

"Come on. I'll show you the Rose Garden up close." Adelaide said finally as Edmund reached the bottom and she jumped down.
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Postby Edmund Morealis on September 23rd, 2014, 5:06 pm

"Is life all about taking chances?" Edmund repeated thoughtfully. Though he had had plenty of time to ponder about the question, there was not much he could do to answer it. He believed there was more to it than taking chances though. "It was my assumption that everyone found their own meaning in life, but taking chances is as good a purpose as any. I cannot afford to take too many risks, however, since I will one day be responsible for my family's main household. Risks endanger standing."

As they continued descending the tree, Edmund found himself focusing more on actually climbing than listening to Adelaide. Though he loathed being rude to people, they had found themselves in a position where Edmund had to focus entirely on the task at hand or else risk injuring himself. He fully intended to apologize if Adelaide took offense. Or noticed.

From what he could hear, it sounded as if Adelaide's family was wonderfully colorful. More than likely Adelaide had intended to portray her sister Zuleika as playful for pushing her relative down the stairs in a rolling basket, but it did not sound terribly fun to be forced through that against one's will. Edmund frequently became ill from the motions of a boat; he could not imagine what how he would have been feeling after rolling repeatedly down one of Blacksugar's many massive staircases. That was neglecting to mention all the potential brusies and injuries one might receive were something to go awry. The young Morealis was doubtful was really so insensitive, but it was the manner in which Adelaide spoke of her sister that gave him such an impression. Such was the power of a few ill-considered words.

Still, Adelaide seemed to be a great deal more physically active than he, maneuvering around him with relative ease and jumping off onto the ground. It only proved that all people had their proficiency in various areas, and it was no shame that Edmund could not keep up.

Descending the tree required the remainder of Edmund's focus, however. Step by step, branch by branch, he gradually grew near the ground at a steady pace. The closer he became the more confident he became, and as a result he began to move faster, eager to feel even dirt beneath his shoes.

"As much as I would enjoy taking a closer look at your enormous garden," Edmund said, turning to Adelaide and smiling sadly, "I believe I must be going soon. It should not be long now until my Uncle will be attempting to leave, and I would do well to not keep him waiting. Knowing him, he will not hesitate to enlist the help of any slaves nearby to search for me, and I would not want to cause any trouble to the Sitai family."

Behind his flowered words, he did not wish to leave. Edmund did, in fact, desire to tour the Rose Garden with greater intricacy with Adelaide. For the moment, it would have made him very happy to be able to see the overwhelming red up close and perhaps attempt to identify the various kinds. It was true that Dimeer would be expecting him though, and Edmund did not wish to disappoint his guardian.

"Besides, you should try to get back before you get into even deeper trouble," Edmund pointed out, smiling a bit more brightly this time. "I would hate to see you reprimanded harshly for showing me around."
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Postby Adelaide Sitai on September 25th, 2014, 8:33 pm

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"Risks endanger standing..." the girl murmured thoughtfully, before adding with a laugh, "Well, then it makes sense that you don't take any if you're intending to be responsible for your household. I, however, never will be. That'll be Zuleikha's job while I'll get married to a handsome foreigner and spend my life exploring and going on mad adventures to faraway places. Just between you and me, by the time I'm eighteen, I won't even live here in Kenash anymore. Maybe I'll be on the other side of the Suvan Sea, or on the Suvan Sea itself, or in the desert or the ice mountains."

The girl looked off into the distance, a dreamy expression on her face that could have been as much for dramatic effect as anything else. She was certain, however, that the effect was good and would lend her reverie the gravitas it needed. Adelaide jumped down as she reached the bottom of the tree and ran back to the other tree to pick up her shoes from where she'd left them, slipping them on carefully. It was then that she heard him mention that he must leave. With a start, the young girl stood up and spun around: she still had so much to show him! Still, she supposed he was right and she did actually desire to avoid getting into trouble so, with no bad grace, she nodded and started to walk off in the direction of the house.

"Alright then," she said finally, making her voice sound as cheerful as she could while really being quite upset that her new friend must go so quickly, "I'll take you back to the front of the house like a good host. That's where I imagine your Uncle should be."

So, still trying not to look bothered about Edmund's pending departure and not willing to take 'No' for an answer, she took him by the hand and pulled him back after her as she ran towards the house.

"Just while we're passing," she exclaimed breathlessly, pointing at one of the bushes they passed, "I spent a night under that one when Jafara was angry and I was hiding from her." she continued, then pointed to a second bush, "And I used to keep my collection of feathers in a box buried under that one until one of the gardeners found it, dug it up and all the feathers blew away." They were nearing the house, "And finally, that tree is the tree in which I found Marjoram after my last cat ran away. And..."

Adelaide was about to add something when she heard voices coming from the house. Recognising her Uncle's amongst them, she ducked down behind a push.

"Edmund. Edmund." she hissed, "They're coming this way."
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Postby Edmund Morealis on October 3rd, 2014, 5:57 pm

To hear Adelaide divulge her fantasy for her future life filled Edmund with a sense of amused appreciation of her wide-eyed outlook on the world. Even so young, one might have expected the precocious Edmund to possess a sense of nostalgia upon hearing such an innocent dream. The truth was that Edmund was not even capable of nostalgia, as he had never had such an opportunity to dream so innocently. From as far back as he could remember, his course was set. There was no doubt as to what he would be doing when he matured. Though it afforded him confidence in his endeavors, it deprived him of the whimsical fantasies the likes of which Adelaide entertained.

Not that Edmund was jealous. Each person had their own path in life that they wished to follow; it just so happened that Adelaide's was far more fantastical, like Edmund's might have been.

The way Adelaide acted, though, one would think that she had already planned it all out in her head. She even went through the effort of staring into the distance as if picturing in her head all the places she could find herself, something Edmund did not think anyone actually did outside the odd novel or so. It seemed to Edmund a waste of energy, though he supposed Adelaide would be the kind of child who would want to dramatize everything.

With a smile, the young boy accepted her proposal. "Thank you," he added, noticing the uncertainty in her voice and face. Quite right, as Edmund wished to remain and explore still, and perhaps see more of this little ball of energy and what antics might ensue if he continued to accompany her. Such things were for another time, however.

Unable and unwilling to refuse her, Edmund did his best not to drag Adelaide down as she hurried him through a quick point-by-point breakdown of the foliage through which they sped. As unfamiliar as it all was to Edmund, the boy could not distinguish one bush from the next, one tree from the next. He sincerely tried to distinguish them that he might remember, but was unsuccessful entirely in his every attempt. At the very least he was able to commit her stories to memory for their next encounter, memorizing the words as he did facts in a book, though nowhere near as rote. At least the stories Adelaide was telling were mildly interesting and left the Morealis curious.

When the voices were heard by the two of them, Adelaide was quick to duck behind a certain bush. Edmund took a moment, but he recognized one of the speakers as Dimeer. It was time to go.

"I do not believe they are," Edmund replied to Adelaide's violently concerned whispers. Indeed, the voices were not coming any closer, and instead seemed to be sticking close to the manor. Perhaps Dimeer was waiting on him.

"As I go to bid farewell, you might find it prudent to sneak back into the manor," Edmund suggested quickly, not wishing to keep Dimeer waiting. "I am sorry my visit could not continue in the way you desired it to. Next time you can show me all you want. I look forward to it."

With a smile and a nod, Edmund followed the remainder of the path around the side of the manor and toward the front, where he heard his uncle offer a farewell of his own, likely to master Dervain Sitai. When he rounded to the front of the manor, indeed, Dimeer was the only one still out in front of the large white structure, excepting the slave that had driven them there. The majestic man turned around to see Edmund just as the boy carried himself the last few steps toward him, a moment of near perfect design. Dimeer smiled.

"Your timing is excellent," the Morealis head commented, walking toward the carriage as Edmund fell into step beside him. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

In the face of such a question, Edmund took a moment to reflect. Adelaide had a tendency to pull him around whether or not he was really intent on following or not, but that was a quality that Edmund did not hold against her. Nor did he mind, rather somewhat enjoying the energy with which she would take him around. He had the opportunity to see the edge of the Sitai rose gardens and glimpsed the manor in its simplistic grandeur. He had even taken a chance with Adelaide's rope swing in the tree. Though he knew throughout his entire visit that it would end the moment Blacksugar came into view, he had to admit that he had enjoyed himself a surprising amount while he was here.

"Very much so, uncle," Edmund answered, looking up at his uncle. "I look forward to the next time we are allowed to visit. Will you take me next time you have business with master Sitai?"

Dimeer smiled and rested a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Most certainly."

OOCAlright, I'm done. Up to you whether you want to submit this or go for another post. I'll see if I can get another thread up for the two of us. :)
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Postby Estrellir Konrath on September 2nd, 2015, 4:10 pm

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What a cute little thread! I love reading from a child’s POV, especially if they’re portrayed according to their age. Both of you did a good job with that. PM me with any questions or concerns!
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