Warmth of the Woven Heart

Goneszh' has to resolve a feud of petty malice

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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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Warmth of the Woven Heart

Postby Viszragoneszh on February 3rd, 2015, 5:39 am

Warmth of the Woven Heart
56th day of Winter, 514

The weather was still colder than he'd expected it to be in such a swampy environment. Goneszh was not driven to shiver, but that was probably only due to his being inside 'Spectral Solutions', the main shop providing spiritist services for the city of Kenash. There were a few individuals who freelanced their wandering talents in competition. But they did not have the backing of the Morealis Family. Nor did they have a permanent location that could be visited at a customer's convenience.

He was becoming better at covering his sadness at the disappearance of Shalita Farlay, the ghost he'd partnered with shorty after his arrival. He wondered what had triggered her departure, as well as whether it was permanent or not. Had she given up on her ghostly existence, and passed on? And wasn't that something about which he ought to be somewhat glad? It was largely the point of his vocation after all; to convince ghosts to move on to rebirth. Somehow though, this gave him no comfort.

It was also very likely that his largely failed attempt to free his Iyvess brothers from Kenashi enslavement was contributing to his gloom. He'd barely managed to avoid identification the last several times he'd tried to create a window of such opportunity. He knew now that they were watching for him; for someone anyway. At least they hadn't made the connection to him personally. He would have to take steps to keep it this way. He still hoped to exploit opportunities, but he did not think there would be very many of those now.

His thoughts were dispelled by the arrival of a woman who entered without knocking. Goneszh stifled a scowl, and even managed to manufacture a smile of convincing welcome, in spite of his annoyance. He wished, for the five hundredth time, that the wretched constrictor Rajor family had put these humans in their place, for the sake of all Dhani.


"You're not Master Caleb, are you." the woman remarked, as though it was some sort of failure on his part.

Goneszh was on his feet before she'd finished, giving a proper bow of acknowledgement to her appearance of higher status. "No Ma'am, I am s-sorry, but he will not be back this-s day. If it is being a matter of a ghos-st to be getting rid of, he will probably be giving tas-sk to me anyway. Why don't you s-sitting down and tell me what it is being the trouble."
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Postby Viszragoneszh on February 5th, 2015, 5:30 am


The woman scowled and sighed as though all the world was arrayed against her. "Well, if you're the best I can get..." her tone suggested graves doubts, "...I guess you'll have to do. I am Lenora Malana." Now her tone turned smug at the mention of the last name, which Goneszh recognized as being the same as the proprietor of The Kenash Gazette. He supposed she was some cousin or aunt or something.

He was not impressed in the least with her sense of class superiority. He supposed she would be exhibiting racial superiority as well if she'd known he was a Dhani. But for the sake of employment he played along, nodding his head sheepishly. "Oh. Well, we will mos-st c-certainly be wishing to give you the better s-servic-ce, Lady Malana." He nearly scraped with deference, which seemed to mollify her somewhat.

"Well anyway, I have been having no end of trouble from a nuisance of a ghost over, of all things, a scarf. A simple green scarf. This ghost insists it belongs to her, and she is constantly pestering me over it. Turning up at the most inconvenient and embarrassing times. Making a spectacle of herself, at the expense of my social affairs. I have had quite enough of it and I want her gone." The would-be aristocrat whined.

Goneszh could not help himself, "Pardon my being confused, but it s-seems to me that a lady as you can be affording to be buying another s-scarf without problem. Why not jus-st let her have th-..." He had a feeling she would cut him off, and she did not disappoint.

"I shall do no such thing! The scarf is mine, and I will not give it up to satisfy this low-born riff-raff of a spirit! There is no reason I should have to give up what is mine to assuage the overblown grief of someone who does not know when her party is over. it is time for her to forget such petty things and move on." Either she did not realize her comment could be considered offensive to another person of low status, like Goneszh, or she did not care. She did, however, curtail her tone of indignation somewhat by the time she was done.

Goneszh managed, with some effort, to hide his disgust. "Forgive me, lady Malana. I was only making a try to be s-saving you cos-sts-s of hiring for job to be done, when the pric-ce of s-scarf would be much s-smaller." he finished his comment despite the growing look of disdain on her face. 'That's not the point...' he thought to himself, predicting the coming response.

"That's not the point!" the woman fumed, nearly stamping her foot. She uttered an exasperated sigh, "Ohhh. I might have known someone like you would have no concept of the importance of keeping a lower class citizen in her place! I must not be seen giving in to the demands of a...person...like her. I would never be taken seriously again!"

Goneszh choked off the comment that ached to be unloaded on her and nodded his head as if he had to acknowledge her great wisdom. "I unders-stand." he said, not conveying any indication of just what it was that he had come to "understand" about her. "I will get s-started on this-s right away." he said as he scribbled down a figure for the service. "S-sign here."

Her hand hesitated as it reached for the contract, her brow furrowing, "You? Not Master Morealis himself? But won't that dreadful lisp of yours be problematic?"

It was fortunate that he was looking away as she said that, so she did not see his eyes flare with anger. He considered locking the door and shifting to Dhani form, just to hear her screams before devouring her smug, self-righteous ass. But again, diplomacy prevailed. "That's-s is a fair ques-stion, lady Malana, but in fact, it helps-s for to es-stablish a s-sort of affinity with ghos-sts-s. S-sort of bond of a lower s-status-ses-s. They more easier are to...connect...with...s-someone like me."

She considered this for a moment, and her expression changed. "Yes, I see. Now that you say it, it makes perfect sense. Very well then." She said as she bent down to sign the contract. "First thing tomorrow then." she added as she turned toward the door. It was not a question.
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Postby Viszragoneszh on February 8th, 2015, 7:01 am


Goneszh had always trusted his instincts and his assessments of others. And right now, he had a strong hunch that "Lady Malana" was going to go gloat over her ghostly adversary; going to go announce in triumph that her days as a troublesome apparition were numbered.

He stripped naked, figuring it would take approximately long enough for Lady Malana to be off the bounds of the property, and then stepped out the door as well. He quickly followed the porch around to the shaded side of the building, where he underwent his transformation to his snake form. He had no problem locating his mark. Her perfume would have enabled him to find her from the other side of one of the waterways.

When he found her, she was arrogantly strutting along the road to the south. She received several greetings, acknowledging only about half of them. Goneszh reasoned that the other half were from folks she felt were "beneath" her. Muffled growls of indignation, coming from the unacknowledged, confirmed this general impression. Her self-righteousness, of course, remained unaffected.

She went out of her way to stop in front of a dark shop. No candles or lamps lit the interior, cobwebs in as much evidence as draperies. The woman stood out front for a few moments, rocking slightly on the balls of her feet. Then she pulled the green scarf from her neck and waved it tauntingly before the empty building.
"Take a last look, little snake. You will not be upsetting my rise to my proper place any further with your delusions. He loved me, not you. It is your own foolishness that brought him down."

The use of "snake" as an insult did not improve Goneszh' measure of Lady Malana's attitude. But this was quickly forgotten as his spiritist senses transcended the physical to make him aware of the despair embodied within the darkened structure. He scowled, as best his reptilian face allowed, as the Malana woman huffed in malice and strode off.

Goneszh could feel the core of emptiness which went beyond the simple lack of warm bodies within the abandoned shop. There was a sadness which exerted a tangible pulse, and he immediately felt its pull to be balanced against the world which had so wronged it. Even as he slithered through the threshold of the doorway, he could hear echoes of spent tears.

He looked back out to be sure the Malana woman had departed, then went back in, beyond the counter which had once served satisfied customers, and silently entered the work space which encompassed the back share of the structure. Though there was no flame within the fireplace, nor wind to rattle the leaves outside, the shadows yet played upon the walls.

They seemed to move toward the leftmost of a pair of chairs which sat facing the cold hearth. When the true cast of shadows stilled to reflect the calm outside, it was only because those on the move coalesced to enfold a dark shade, seated in mournful pose, weeping head held in hands, all hope lost. It seemed also that Goneszh could somehow hear the echoes of Lady Malana's words, imbued within the tremor of the shadows' movements.

The ghostly woman remained oblivious of his presence as he slipped back out to the front space to resume his human form. His clothes were still back at 'Spectral Solutions' but he'd noted a few old aprons on rods against a wall. He donned one, for decency's sake, and took a deep breath. Sudden silence answered his sigh from the back room. He resolved to press the issue by knocking on the door, as if he was a customer.

"Excus-se me, are you opened for doing the bus-siness-s?" he said softly.
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Postby Viszragoneszh on February 12th, 2015, 4:58 am


The image of an utterly forlorn woman oozed into view. The look of misery relaxed somewhat, replaced by puzzlement. "Why...are you here? Can ya not see we're not open 'na more? Leave me be, if ya've got a heart."

Goneszh studied the woman. She stood at odds to his expectations. This was no haunting type ghost. She was fully aware of current existence, and gave coherent response. But she was clearly miserable. Goneszh wondered what held her in this life, that was not an obsession based in the past.

"May I s-sit. I am needing to talk to you...About that woman." he gestured with his thumb over his shoulder, letting his tone suggest his disgust with his contract.

The ghost's ethereal eyes narrowed, "Lady Malana? Why? Are you here to evict me?" her voice was harsh, filled with challenging mockery. A cabinet door flew open and a knife floated threateningly. "Am I nowt servi'n me proper purpose? Stayin' home a-nights, for to be her pup ta kick? Why would she be wantin' me gone when I fill her life with such a kindness?" her voice, thin as it was, was sing-song with self-loathing.

Goneszh did not flinch, "That bitch would be kindnes-ss to be comparing to a plague rat. I'll be true with you. I have been given job to be getting rid of you for her."

The self-loathing was strengthened immediately by defensive anger. "I see...So you're the new lad that works for our dear Caleb, then, is that it?" The knife hovered closer. Though Goneszh knew that his spirit beads would stop the soulmist with which she was holding the knife, it would not stop it if she threw it. But he made no move to avoid it. Something told him she was not some mad rampaging ghost.

"I am. My name is Goneszh, and I am not being her hired man until next day. S-so why don't we s-sit for talking, and s-see if there isn't a good...er way for s-solving this-s. I am not finding me to be wanting to make..."Lady Malana"...happy...but...I am needing the mizas-s." He gave her a crooked smile and a wink, "Now, if you are hiding treasure of hoarded mizas, so I can afford of losing my job, I will be happy for telling her to go petch hers-self. But others-s wise, I mus-st keep it."

He hoped to coax a smile from her with his vulgar disrespect for the rich Lady, but her head only tilted a bit to the side. "There won't be a need for ya to be doin' that, me boy. I have seen to it on me own often enough. Strangely, it has'na 'ndeared me to her Ladyship by any noticeable degree. But I won't mind keepin' me hoard and tellin' you to go petch yerself. How about that?"

Goneszh liked this woman more and more by the moment. He laughed briefly and countered, "Add your name to that offer, and I'll call it a deal." He held out his hand.

She glared at his proffered hand in near disbelief. Then an angry spirited sneer graced her face. "Elaina Connelly...Now go petch yerself."

Goneszh bowed extravagantly, "Until tomorrow then." he said with a smile. He left the front door open, figuring to extend the opportunity for her to get some satisfaction out of slamming it behind him. But instead he felt her eyes on him as he walked away. 'So far, so good.' Now to find out about Elaina Connelly.
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Postby Viszragoneszh on February 13th, 2015, 9:22 pm


The Kenash Gazette decorated the road in near Dynast degrees of opulence. Landscaping and ornate railings vied with an assortment of colorful blooms and the glistening stones of the walkway, which scrolled itself up to the intricately worked and fitted doors.

Through the windows, Goneszh could see some kind of casual event going on inside. His boss, Caleb Morealis, had advised him more than once to give the place a visit to avail himself of the many levels of information regarding the tiers of citizenry, and the scandals inherent in each. He had called it a "boon to the efforts of any investigation into the pasts of unsettling memories, as manifested by current ghosts."

Had Goneszh been wearing a hat, he'd have tipped it to the man, for his accuracy. The Spiritist was invited inside, and immediately saw the evidence of the various stories of the day, mounted on the walls at strategic intervals. None of them involved Elaina Connelly or Lady Malana, but this was probably considered 'old news' now.

He intercepted what he assumed was a servant, a man named Nathan that everyone only acknowledged when he deposited drinks in their extended hands. "Excuse me, s-sir. I am s-seeking print of any news for being about an 'Elaine Connelly' to read. I am contracted for being rid of her at behes-st of a 'lady Malana'. Is-s-she relative of this-s-same renowned 'Ava Malana?"

The man bowed almost obsessively and instructed Goneszh to wait at a table where a few back volumes were stacked, leaving a complementary drink as well. He seemed uncomfortable when Goneszh thanked him and lifted his glass in an impromptu salute. 'Obviously a slave.' Goneszh thought, without revealing his disdain in his otherwise smiling expression.

Several chimes later, Nathan returned and directed Goneszh to follow him back through a pair of closed doors. There, seated in silk and upholstered elegance, sat the owner and editor herself, Ava Malana. She did not stand or offer a hand, but only a seat before her grand desk; one which put him at a slightly lower face level.

But Goneszh expected no less. He allowed a not-completely-feigned look of awe cross his features as he sat. "I am not knowing what to s-say. I had only wanting a few back is-s-sues to find a few details-s about...-" he began.

"Elaina Connelly. Yes I know..." she cut him off, her expression blank. "Why are you after such an item? Surely you do not question the ruling on that sad affair."

"Ruling? I am not knowing of any. I am only a hired man to be getting rid of her ghost. Any ins-sights-s can give me an advantage." he responded.

The executive visibly relaxed and a tone of embarrassment crept into her voice. "Ohh, I see. yes, of course, the lisp...You are the new boy working for the Morealis Spiritist, Caleb. I'm terribly sorry. I thought you might be one of those scandal hounds trying to accuse me of favoritism since she is my cousin. You know, there are still those out there that believe that she had that poor man murdered."

Two and two immediately equaled four. Goneszh rolled his eyes, feigning agreement that the low-born were fairly assumed to be at fault. "There is-s always-s being them that are envying their betters-s and want to try to drag them down. No, I only want to know what is being s-something to make her dis-stracted...vulnerable. Then I can s-spring trap and have her dus-sted. I could even give dus-sting jar to Lady for...that is cous-sin right? Lady Malana? She take it for keeping s-safe."

Malicious intrigue filled the woman's eyes, "Oooh yes. I rather think she'd like that. And yes, Lady Malana is my cousin. her name is Eve, but you shouldn't call her that. Anyway, it's all about that stupid green scarf. That Connelly bitch insists that she made it for her lover...That's the man that she murdered, jealous rage, I assume. All the evidence supports it anyway."

Goneszh was waving off the necessity of these details before she finished. He wanted all the appearances of being completely convinced that the upper class Lady Malana was surely the undeserved victim of some low-born woman's mad obsession. But in fact, his brief experiences with both women already had him convinced of who was the vicious harpy, and who was the victim here.
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Postby Viszragoneszh on February 17th, 2015, 4:50 am


Goneszh was allowed to peruse the back issues as long as he wished, provided he was gone by the time they closed the doors on the rest of the visitors. He knew he would be getting a "colored" version of events, but he was not concerned about that. He just wanted the high points of the contention between the two women.

According to the official version, Elaina Connelly had stolen a green scarf from Miss Lenora Malana. The scarf was said to have been a gift to Lady Malana from one Merrin Trask, a young Freeborn gentleman on the rise, with a future in medicine. There was speculation that the Lorak family had their collective eye on the young man. With the Malana ties to the Ackina family, through the prestige of Ava, the owner and editor of the Gazette, it would improve ties between the Ackina and Lorak families.

But then the insufferable Miss Connelly had arisen to complicate matters by claiming that young Mr. Trask was engaged to her, and that the scarf had been her gift to him. She had even claimed to have crocheted it herself. Of course, she had no way to prove this claim, beyond the grudgingly accepted fact that Miss Connelly was an accomplished home body. Little mention was made of the shop she ran, which featured numerous items of a domestic nature, including hand-knit goods.

There were numerous confrontations, many of which were conducted entirely in public. As expected, the low-born tended to side with Miss Connelly, while those courting Dynasty favor were unanimously supportive of Miss Malana. Goneszh could imagine the situation this put poor Trask in. It struck him as very telling that there was never any mention made of his vouching for one woman or the other. Goneszh suspected that if the man had ever made even the slightest leaning toward the Malana woman public, it would have been splashed across the Gazette in bold face.

He was inclined to think Mr. Trask was doing what he thought was right by not inviting public humiliation upon Miss Malana with an open declaration for her rival, Elaina Connelly. This did not prevent the would-be aristocratic from heaping public abuse upon the commoner at frequent intervals. Goneszh was somewhat surprised that the Gazette did nothing to conceal the fact that most of the public blow-ups occurred in front of Miss Connelly's shop, and not in Miss Malana's parlors, as she had suggested.

Goneszh hardly needed any more convincing who was the one that sought trouble, and who simply met it when confronted by it. But it all came to a head when Miss Connelly answered one of Miss Malana's tirades with the news that she was pregnant with Trask's child. Those who were in support of Miss Malana insisted that Trask was miserable and felt trapped by circumstance. The testimonies of those who supported Miss Connelly were conspicuously absent from print.

Shortly thereafter, Mr. Trask's body was found submerged in Reed Park. The Gazette sadly confirmed his suicide, attributing it to his depression over the ruined opportunity to have the woman he truly deserved, and to have to settle for the grasping and conniving Connelly wench. Every tidbit of conjecture which could be scraped up to support this theory was used to berate the Connelly woman.

She was harassed relentlessly by those with near impunity to retribution, due to their connections. Many said she should have been put on trial for murder, since there were a few irregularities in the usual trademarks of a suicide. On this one point, Miss Malana graciously sided with the riff-raff, to put it behind them. Her supporters hailed her compassion, citing her stance that only more pain would come from an investigation, and the Connelly woman now had a child to raise without support of a husband. Oh yes, such a magnanimous gesture.

But cruel fate continued to rain upon "poor Miss Connelly" with the loss of her child to miscarriage. But the ingrate did not return Miss Malana's compassion, and now openly accused her of murdering Trask, or at least of being the one behind it. This was the basis for the next round of confrontations, many of which now crossed the borders of remaining merely verbal. It all became too much for the poor Connelly woman one night, and she too was found floating in Reed Park. This time there were no irregularities found to suggest anything other than suicide.

But it did not stop the enmity between the two women. The gazette reported the spirit of the mad woman bursting into a function and bringing great distress upon "poor Miss Malana" with demands for the green scarf. The Malana woman was credited with great resolve and determination by refusing to surrender her only keepsake from the man she'd loved. And it now appeared that the Connelly ghost was steadily backing down from the feud.

It was never stated openly, in word or print, how embarrassed the Lorak and Ackina families were by the hostility. The Ackina, with their advantage of swaying public opinion with The Gazette, were able to rise above it. But they left the Lorak to spin their own distortions regarding what backing Mr. Trask might ever have been promised. Goneszh wondered suddenly if this might be the reason why the Lorak woman, Yvenna, had not pursued The Kelvic slave Kaitanu, the Konrath woman Estrellir, and himself, that rigorously earlier this season. Did she have a return favor in mind?

That would be something for later, he decided. For now, he needed to meet with Miss Connelly again. He thought now that he had a simple way of showing that he was on her side.
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