Closed The oath to come (Inka)

[Surreal]

10th of Summer, 520 AV

It was a warm, misty morning when the sloop approached the sea gates. A natural break in the otherwise imposing cliff face of this side of the Cyphrus, carved out long ago by the flow of the Blue Vein River. Beyond the gates lies a bay which continues to be fed by the river as it flows down from the cliffs it has continued to shape over the centuries. Despite having a massive waterfall continually pour into it, the mouth of the bay is calm, and really the only hazard for traversing this portion to the docks is when it gets particularly foggy. However on this day, aside from a light mist, the way is clear enough for the sloop to navigate its way past the natural rock jetties.

The process is slow going at first. Many of the passengers have crowded near the prow of the sloop to try and take in the city that sprawls across the cliffs around them. It takes almost a full circuit of turning to look at it all, such is the design of this city perched on the edge of the Sea of Grass. That said, a person would be hard pressed to deny the unique beauty of the city. Near the top of the cliff, one sees large domed structures with expressive facades and greenery draped throughout their grounds. Such structures exist on the second tier as well, though their external size is limited from being built into the cliff face. What doesn’t change however are the large arched window designs the Rivarians tend to favor, or the profusion of greenery that decorates even the spaces between these structures.

At the foot of these cliffs is the port, which the sloop was pulling into now. For the crew, this is where the real work began. While they were busy unloading the cargo, the passengers where ushered off the sloop towards were a few Akalaks waited near the end of the dock. Before they could pass them, each passenger was greeted in turn before a small scroll was pressed into their hand. When it came time for Inka to pass through these men, she was greeted by one with dark blue skin and pink eyes. His black hair was neatly plated to the sides of his head, and he stood over her at six feet. He was wearing the same vestments as the rest. A grayish blue shirt paired with leather breeches that matched his low cut leather boots.

“It is my pleasure to welcome you to our city. We hand these scrolls out to every new arrival. In it you will find a list of our laws, a map to navigate our city, and we have made sure to point out certain businesses that would be interested in your patronage. All we ask is that you agree to our laws, and to please return this scroll before you leave.” He smiled, pressing the scroll into her hand.

“Now then, is there anything I can help you with? If you tell me your business in our city I might be able to point you in the right direction.”

[Inni]

Arrival

Summer 10 520

A city of giants, Riverfall was as beautiful as the stories. Clear ocean waves lead up to white stone buildings and shimmering waterfalls that cascaded over rocky cliffs into a pool of wonderous mist. What the buildings lacked in color, the city made up for in its residents, dark masses of purples, blues, greens and reds, hefting cargo or attending the city's port. Inka strained over the ship's railing to watch the smaller vessels ferry supplies to those in line, realizing after a moment of staring just how large these men were. The stories had said they were big, but not that big.

Once she had both feet on solid ground, Inka hugged her tired backpack to her chest. She must have looked out of place in all of her gawking, because it took no time at all before one of the many men came swooping down to greet her. Inka had to resist the instinct to bolt. What was it that her mother always said about a predator's approach? Don't run or they might chase you down?

"I am from Windreach," she finally managed after a struggled pause. Brows knitted, she chewed at her bottom lip, searching for the words. While the Inarta had spent nearly a year on the road, her spoken common could still use some improvement, "I am Inka. This for me?" Hazel eyes lowering to the parchment.

Inka extended a small hand in greeting, her other lifting the scroll she had been given. Laws, a map... Her neck craned as she stood in the shadow of the towering figure, piecing the lengthy introduction to the gift. While she understood some of the words, many of the lengthier ones muddled in her head, "Uh," she winced, scanning the page; number five was particularly daunting.

5. Food, scent, and aesthetically orientated greenery is to be cultivated in any viable spot within the city to encourage beauty and sustainability among Riverians.

Aesthetically, oriented, greenery, cultivated, viable, encourage, sustainability... none of these words she knew. Inka's cheeks reddened, looking over to see other visitors accepting their scrolls without pause. Yet, she could barely understand half of it. Shame crept into her chest, followed by self doubt and she could feel her heartbeat pounding in her chest.

'Relax.', she told herself. 'Just take your time. You're a foreigner.'

"S-sorry," she cleared her throat, pushing back a pool of red curls and lifting the paper higher so he could see from his height. Her index finger tapped the law in question, "I need help. What this mean? And-" she rose on her tiptoes, peeking at the scroll again, sliding her fingernail to another verse she saw repeated.

"What 'Kuvan?' And-"

Inka gave a sheepish smile, realizing now just how many questions she had. She wouldn't have been surprised if his patience soon ran out with her, "Where..." there was a hesitation in her next words; she had not voiced her next thoughts out loud. Well, she was in the city, travelled to a new continent. There was no going back now, no reason to be embarrassed about it. Although, Inka would be lying if she didn't have some reservations now that it was a viable reality, "Where do I go for Nakivak check? Maybe I choose this... After scroll first."

Inka's head turned, caught again by the hustle and bustle of this strange place. Was it just her or did a few men look in her direction? "Ah," she turned back to the warrior with the carnation eyes, "Say slow; Common is difficult. I want to listen well."

Then, before she forgot her manners and the vocabulary left her, she added one more word, this time in Tukant, "Please."

[Surreal]

“My name is Rikarus, and I thought so from the hair.” The man said, reaching out to give her hand a gentle shake. Having spent several years at this position, he knew when he was looking at someone fresh to the city. He didn’t mind that she took her time to read the document. To be honest he was rather surprised she was spending so much time on it. Most just tried to get away with skimming over the laws, which inevitably lead to him explaining that ignorance of the law would not exempt them from following it.

Not this woman however. He did pick up on the fact that she was a touch nervous which lead him to put on his most beatific smile in hopes of assuaging any reservations she might have. It wasn’t an uncommon behavior for women traveling to the city escorted, and they had remedies for that, places he would be sure to point out when the opportunity presented itself.

For now though, it appeared his services were needed elsewhere as she pointed towards a line on the scroll. “Ah, Kuvan is our term for those who have obtained citizenship to Riverfall. If you plan on staying, and demonstrate a competence with a weapon or unarmed style, you are permitted to take a test that will earn you that status. Along with free services, the status gives you a right to vote on certain matters as well. Such matters are taken care of right here.” He said, leaning over her to pointing to a spot between Raven's Perch and the Blue Bull, both of which were elaborately advertised on the sides of the scroll. “Here you can see to citizenship, housing, and work all in the same building.”

Rikarus pulled back with a smile as she continued speaking, and folded his arms behind himself. His eyes widened appreciatively at her next request just as he was starting to pick up on the fact that she wasn’t comfortable with the common tongue. Unfortunately, they didn’t have a translator on had, but Rikarus had dealt with these situations in the past. “Of course, lets step this way so we are not impeding anyone.” He said with a gracious nod before slowly walking her over towards the edge of the docks. Here they didn’t have much more privacy, but at least they were out of the way of those with other business to attend to.

“I can take you to the Oath master’s tower, but first I think you’ll want to get settled in. A place to rest, yes? We have the perfect establishment for such, no charge for you of course. There I can see about setting up a meeting for you after you have been duly informed about what all this entails.” He said, looking briefly puzzled before he quickly spoke again, slower this time.

“This place I mentioned. It is a residence for women that specializes in taking care of those who seek Nakivak status. They will be able to tell you what you need to know, and help you get settled into your room. Does that sound fair?” He asked, leaning forward expectantly. “We might even be able to find someone who can help you with your common. Sometimes we are favored with a trader fluent in Nari.”

Then extending a hand, he’d wait to see if she accepted before leading her up the cliff face. It was not a quick journey by any means, nor was it easy. The way was quite steep, and through it all, Rikarus seemed unaffected by the climb. He would however, be very attentive of her needs. If it seemed that she was struggling, he would take a break in one of the alcoves that lined the pathway. Or if she was so inclined, gesture towards one of the spill offs so that she might cool off in the miniature waterfall. Otherwise the journey would be a direct route up to the Godiva’s Refuge.

Occasionally he would point out locations as they passed them. Memorably they passed by the Pearl House, the Crystal Rose, and the three locations he had mentioned earlier. He would also answer any questions she had along the way, keeping his demeanor relaxed as they made their way to the residence.

After three quarters to a bell, they would arrive at the refuge. There to welcome them inside was a woman with short brown hair. “My name is Mos’rila. I assume you have come to be a guest here?” She asked, favoring Inka with a slight smile.

[Inni]

The Oath to Come

Summer 10 520

Rikarus.

Had he always been known as such, she wondered, or were Akalak like Inarta in that sometimes they chose to change their name? The large man pointed to a spot on the map, but her attention was distracted to a building beside it. Raven's Perch.

A bird reference!

Inka briefly smiled as her interest peaked, but the more Rikarus spoke, the more she had to grasp for meaning and her focus returned to the actual topic at hand, "Ah. House-job-work place. Housing. Ci...Citizenship." Inka nodded, parroting the man, although the last word sounded more like, 'citizenchip', a sign of the Nari clipping. It was akin to a chirping bird, "Like Kuvan, yes?"

As much as she struggled with the language, the woman was a quick learner, which would aid her well in the days to come. There was much to learn about Riverfal. Inka allowed him to lead her away from the hustle and bustle of the ports, where they could speak freely without bothering another, "Impeding," she muttered, having taken on the habit of repetition. From context, it must have meant something along he lines of 'to bother or block". Inka made a mental note to herself, returning Rikarus' smile. From a distance, she had been quite intimidated by the men, but he seemed both friendly and polite. Maybe... her time in Riverfall wouldn't be so bad?

He did talk fast, though.

It was getting easier, picking out words as the conversation progressed and her mind was forced to settle into the Common Tongue, all its grammar complexities included. So far she understood that there was another place - the Oathmaster's Tower - which must have answered her question about the location for Nakivak registration. However, his spared no words on her behalf.

Establishment.

Inka blinked, her mind struggling to find another connection. So this meant 'place'? But what did he mean by no charge? Looking around, the city was rich and beautiful, no one seemed to struggle here. So how did they afford to give things for free? This made no sense - or maybe it was a cultural difference - but one Inka was careful not to overlook. Tentatively, she nodded, comprehending one vital detail that sparked delight in her honey brown eyes, "Rest is good. I travel for...two...hundred and many more days. Most on sea so..." she flexed her toes in her worn sandals. The stitching was fraying and the soles were so worn thin, if she pushed down too hard, she could probably puncture a hole into the leather. Even her clothes were faded from the sun and elements; once brightly colored traditional wear of the Inarta, now the beads of her vinati and katinu overcoat resembled the color of pastels.

He extended a hand to her, which she did not take right away and in her hesitation, the determined redhead seemed to be mentally weighing the pros and cons of making the journey without his help. She caved. After all, the trek was steep and if she was to get lost... Slinging her bag across her shoulder, Inka slipped a hand into his own once more, her mind tormenting her with images of having her hand crushed by the tall native. All he would need to do was squeeze with a bit of force and her bones might break like a bird's.

Rikarus moved thoughtfully, pausing for her to catch her breath after each demanding incline. Her calves burned from the exercise and the summer sun felt hotter, beating down upon them. Wearing her katinu, Inka felt beads of sweat roll down the small of her back and she wished to shrug off the fabric, but as they climbed higher into the city she began to notice a modest pattern to the women's clothing. While breezy and flowing, similar to her byrda pants, the dress was quite different than in Wind Reach. Midriffs, backs, and shoulders were often left bare in her home city, but here, the idea suddenly made her hyper aware of the possible exposure.

Inka would have been willing to suffer in silence from the heat as to not be a burden, but her flushed cheeks must have given her away. Ever attentive, Rikarus led her to a smaller waterfall where she could cool off, its mist spraying her toes in playful temptation, "Can you read minds?" she said without thinking, the instinctive Nari lifting off her tongue as she pulled away with an eager grin.

She moved carefully to the water's edge, closing her eyes to enjoy the feel of water droplets spraying upon her skin. Inka reached out to dip her hand in the cooling liquid and had to repress the audible sound of relief. She splashed water on her face and neck, enjoying the momentary reprieve before drying her hands on her pants, "My clothing is not meant for Riverfall."

Was she?

Inka quieted, listening to the sounds of the falling water and then took a deep breath of resolve.

"Thank you," Inka looked back at the man, reaching out to take his hand. How different he was to those back home. His hair was pitch, not red. Practical in his warrior's leather, there were no beads, no glass. How was she to find her place in this foreign land?

The tour continued, Rikarus guiding her and offering his expertise along the way by pointing out various locations so that she could familiarize herself with what he had mentioned back at port. Pearl House. Crystal Rose. Housing Office. Raven's Perch, Blue Bull...

And finally, Godiva's Refuge.

It was a tall building with steps climbing to the entrance. Leading them inside, the sound of feminine laughter and soothing chatter bounced from the halls. Inka saw that the decorations were modest, comforting but not overtly lavish, with books scattered around generously upon the table. Their titles appeared to be written in Common as well.

A woman with dark hair approached, “My name is Mos’rila. I assume you have come to be a guest here?”

"Yes, please." Inka was surprised by the amount of relief she felt, seeing someone who wasn't a hulking man, "I am Inka from Wind Reach. Rikarus said I could learn... ah..." The grammar jumbled in her mind and she had to smile at her language struggle, "Learn more about city of Riverfall and Nakivak and rest from travel. Maybe?" she glanced around for reassurance, "This is good?"

ooc :

Taking into consideration the Riverfall prompts for Summer 520, Inka has completed the following:

Find a way to cool off from the heat.

[Surreal]

Rikarus seemed pleased with himself. Producing a rag from his pants, he wet it in the runoff before slapping it onto the back of his neck. He briefly closed his eyes as he sunk into the relief of the cool water trailing down his back. “Is that your native tongue?” Rikarus asked as he went to run the rag under the water again. Then he leaned over the slight basin to squeeze the cloth out over his head. After shaking off the excess water, he placed the damp cloth on the back of his neck, and left it there.

“Its no problem, really. You’ll get used to the weather here after a while. Treks up the cliff won’t seem so bad then.” His touch was gentle as she took his hand. The rest of the trip passed rather uneventfully. Just time spent admiring the greenery that ran between one place and the next.

At Godiva’s Refuge, things picked back up. The smell of warm bread baking floated from the kitchen and on a lounging near the back were a cluster of women that glanced over at the new arrival. With his job done, Rikarus bowed towards both of the women. “It was a pleasure to meet you. I leave you in good hands.”

Mos’rila smiled and bowed back before addressing Inka. “Of course, have you only just arrived to Riverfall? You must be exhausted if its your first time navigating the city. Please come inside, and get settled.” She said, speaking softly and slowly. Then grasping Inka’s hand gently, Mos’rila lead him down a small corridor with doors set into the walls on either side. A large arch window at the end kept the hall lit with a natural light. Near the end of the hall, before where it turned right down a corner, she opened a door on their left. Inside was a small 20 x 20 square foot space with a bed, a chest, a dresser, and a small table with a chair pushed up against it. Below a small circular window that let light into the room was a hearth. It was currently empty with a dusting of soot on the base.

“I will show you where you can get some firewood once you have put your things away. After we get you something to eat of course. Are you hungry?” Mos’rila said as she slipped a metal key into her hand. “I hope you like fish.”

Leading her back down the corridor they came back out into the main room where she brought Inka to a table. After pulling out a seat for her, she gestured to the table with a smile. “If you will just wait here a moment, I will see to the kitchen.” Then she was quickly departing, leaving Inka alone at the wrought iron table that could seat four comfortably. Her chair made of a light brown wood, and had a thick white cushion buckled across its seat.

After a few chimes, a woman sat across from her. She had dark brown skin, and long black hair that fell slightly past her shoulders. “I haven’t seen pretty red hair like yours since my Talvis took me to look for a bow. The lady there though wasn’t very nice, but her son was handsome. My name is Aetia.” Aetia said, brushing away a lock of hair that fell across her face as she sat down. She was wearing a simple white dress and sandals. Across her right wrist was a gold bracelet that twisted around it delicately.

Mos’rila returned then with a steaming bowl, and a fresh roll. “Thought you could use some seafood bisque. Nice of you to join us Aetia.” She said as she set down a wooden spoon beside the bowl before taking a seat to the left of Inka. “What were you two talking about?”

“A pretty redhead on the outside of the city.” Aetia said, looking pensive for a moment before standing up. “I was just about to go, but I saw the new face. Nice to meet you Inka.” She gave a small wave before turning to depart out of the Refuge. Mos’rila turned to watch her go before shifting to face Inka more squarely. “You look like you have just finished a long journey. I’d like to hear that story if you don’t mind.” She asked, propping her arm up on the table so she could rest her chin on her palm.

[Inni]

The Oath to Come

Summer 10 520

'Goodbye, Rikarus.'

She gave an small and awkward wave when he excused himself, and it wasn't till he was out the door that she inwardly cursed herself. She had forgotten to say her final thanks. And had she ever verbally agreed to the rules of Riverfall? Inka couldn't remember amid the mess of communication fumbles. Concern flickered across her face but he must have known. He had brought her here, after all.

Which must have meant she was allowed to stay... Right?

Inka looked at the map she had been given, flipping it over to observe the unique advertisements; this place was so large, new, curious, "Why bow?" she asked innocently, following Mos'rila, surprised when this woman took her hand also. This must have been a cultural custom in this place. Inka would have to remember that when she finally ventured back into the city.

Rivarians liked holding hands. She never would have expected it, but it was so far a repeating truth.

And this Mos'rila woman was pleasant to be around, her voice soft and slow, like a gentle stream of comfort and control. Light filtering through the window gave this place a warmth, and the smells reminded her of home, in the dining hall when they would make fresh bread for the daily meals. At the end of the hall on the left side, Mos'rila unlocked a door and held it open. It was small, filled with simple wooden furniture, but Inka beamed at the sight of a bed as if offered a throne. The amount of willpower it took not to throw herself atop it! How long had it been since she had enjoyed something other than the piles of straw on a ship, or a hammock swinging on the waves? Even in their short stint in Syka, Inka had refused to sleep at establishments. To save money, but also to stave off the temptation of staying in that paradise.

She had travelled for a purpose. It was vital she didn't forget that.

"Yes, hungry, yes," Inka smiled, nodding her head enthusiastically. She shrugged off her backpack and hung it on a hook by the door. She momentarily debated if she should remove her sandals also, but didn't want to keep the kind woman waiting. And of course, when she moved back towards the door, her stomach growled in comical timing.

With a sheepish smile, Inka slipped the key into the pockets of her byrda, but kept the map Rikarus had offered upon her arrival. She wanted to study it while Mos'rila went to the kitchens.

That was how Aetia found her. Sat at the table, Inka was absorbed in her reading, lips moving without sound as she read softly, practicing her pronunciation and reading comprehension. Once or twice, her small hand slid across the page, blocking a symbol from view while she tried to recall their name, "Vel-vet."

“I haven’t seen pretty red hair like yours since my Talvis took me to look for a bow. The lady there though wasn’t very nice, but her son was handsome. My name Aetia."

Inka blinked, touching her curls, "Ah... Hello." Pretty red hair... Took me to look for a bow. Who was Talvis? "I am Inka. Nice to meet...Aetia?"

Hazel eyes flickered to the map after confirming she had said the woman's name correctly. It was pretty, but she wanted to know more. There was a place that sold bows? Red hair? Could it be another Inarta? They were famous for their archery! Well, not so much Inka... She had picked up a little, but had spent far too much time helping Inda with his Dek tasks after her Chiet work, she had not gotten to pursue those things as much as she would had wanted. In Riverfall, maybe she would have a chance!

"I have shooting glove, in room" she offered excitedly. Inka patted her forearm where her sontav was, noticing the silver bracelet Aetia wore and how delicate it appeared in contrast to the dark leather banding she adorned. It was always thrilling to find someone who might have shared similar interests, "I need new bow. I gave final last bow to Inda, my same age brother."

Was she making sense?

Inka hadn't learned the common word for 'twin' yet, cheeks warming once more. It would be awhile before she got used to talking to strangers with her fat common.

Mos'rila retuned and the Aetia spoke for her, much to the relief of the newcomer. Inka found herself searching the map, wondering if the place was somewhere just outside the drawn city borders.

Inka nodded her head, another smile pulling at her lips. It smelled delicious, "Seafood bisque." It looked creamy, bits of potato and shrimp lurking in the chowder. And she knew, although she couldn't see it, that it must have fish. She was guessing something white - cod or flounder, maybe? Her mouth watered, she tapped the roll, "Bread."

The prospective Nakivak confirmed Mos'rila's guess, "Long travel. Wind Reach to Lhavit by Wind Eagle, through sky," she watched the matron's face, searching for understanding. Rikarus had said they had Nari traders. They must have come by riding the avians, "Lhavit to Black Rock. Black Rock to Syka. Syka to Riverfall, come by sea."

She took her spoon and swirled it in the stew, lifting it to blow upon its contents before swallowing it up, "You own this place?" Oh! What had Rikarus called it? "E-e-establishme?" she took a few more bites, enjoying the broth the most, "This is good. Food is good, room is good. I was..." she chewed her bottom lip, suddenly hesitant, voice softening, "Scared."

She held up a quick hand, afraid she might be misunderstood and think her tour guide had something to do with those feelings, "Rikarus nice. But... um..." she exhaled, setting down the spoon and staring at the bowl, "Big big change."

[Surreal]

“Why bow?”

It was a common question that Mos’Rila was more than happy to explain for her. “That question has a certain depth to it, but suffice it to say in Rivarian culture, deference to women and those of a higher station than you is expected of everyone.” She said with a friendly smile, then frowned slightly as she realized something. “I’m sorry if I start speaking too fast. We haven’t had someone from Wind Reach here in a while.”

* * * *

“Inka. That is a lovely name.” Aetia said with a grin, leaning back slightly in her chair. “Does it have any special significance where you are from? Mine means water from nowhere, which is how my Talvis said he felt upon first seeing me.” There was a sly look from her over towards the lounge section she had emerged from. A few women appeared to be peering intently their way, whispering quietly between themselves. Upon Aetia looking over however, they all seemed to find each other a whole lot more interesting to look upon.

“Don’t mind them. We don’t get a lot of your people around here, and everyone loves a good story.” She said, and then hesitated as Inka spoke of her glove. “Well I suppose we will have to go sometime then. I wouldn’t mind having another go of it, though I’ll warn you that I’m like as not to hit the ground. We can make a day of it, and you can tell me all about your travels.” On that note, after looking up at Mos’Rila she quietly excused herself from the table.

Mos’Rila was observing her quietly as she ate, considering her question carefully in combination with the general mood the girl expressed. “Yes, I started this place to be a place for women to stay while they first got acquainted with the city. Riverfall is.. Unique. Its a bit much to take in one sitting which is why Godiva’s Refuge exists. To ease arrivals into how things work around here.”

She settled in more comfortably beside Inka, crossing her legs. “It must have been hard for you. Making that journey all on your own. You don’t have to talk about it, but it does help to discuss what brought you here. If only for a bit of closure knowing that you’ve shared your story with another in a similar circumstance.” Mos’Rila spoke in a soft, and kind tone as she said this while making eye contact with Inka.

After Inka shared or didn’t share her story as was her prerogative, Mos’Rila let her know that she was free to relax here for the rest of the night and that they would speak more in the morning. She was free to explore as she wanted, even outside of Godiva’s Refuge if she desired as no one would stop her. When she returned to her room, she would see that fresh sheets had been put upon the bed, and the pillows recently fluffed. Her hearth was also stocked with firewood that had been sprinkled with oil. There was also a little note on her small table, with a lit candle beside it that was dripping wax into an ornate steel holder. On the note, written in a small elegant script was written:

Welcome home

****

11th of Summer, 520 AV

Mos’Rila came by early the next morning just before the seventh bell. As her window faced west, it was still quite dark in her room. Fortunately, Mos’Rila came with a fresh candle. After Inka had answered her soft knock, the woman gave her a slight nod of deference. “Good morning, my apologies if I woke you but we’ve got a guest here that couldn’t come any later.” Then, after giving Inka time to dress if she needed it, she would guide her down the corridor back into the main room which was mostly empty now.

There was a woman by the fire casually tending to it, and the smell of something sweet being prepared in the kitchen that clued her in that a few others had been for sometime. Mos’Rila didn’t stop in the common room this time but lead Inka across it towards a door in the back. Opening it, she let Inka go in first before she followed behind.

Inside was a room roughly double in size to her own however half of it was obscured by a red curtain that sectioned the back half of the room off from the rest. The reason for that clearly evident as there was a large iron desk near where they entered through the door with a pair of wooden chairs positioned in front of it, and a cushy leather armchair behind it. There were no windows, so the room was lit by a hearth on the wall opposite from the small office arrangement.

There was also a small lantern on the corner of the desk as well, along with a thick stack of parchment, and various implements used for writing.

However, all of this might have been immediately lost on Inka as sitting in one of those wooden chairs was a woman with fire red hair and dark blue eyes. She wore her hair up in a tight pony tail, and had on grey trousers with a white shirt, a leather apron that matched the brown leather of her boots. Hearing them enter, the woman immediately stood up and rubbed her hand off on the apron before extending it towards Inka. “It is a pleasure to meet you Inka. My name is Nimi. Mos’Rila requested me to interpret something for you today?” She said this last part as more of a question, as she wasn’t quite familiar with what would be explained today.

With the initial greetings concluded, they took their seats with Inka and Nimi sitting in the wooden chairs, while Mos’Rila sat in the arm chair behind the desk.

“I asked Nimi to come here today because I wanted to make sure that you understood certain.. expectations of you if you decide to take a contract as a Nakivak.” Mos’Rila said, and then patiently waited for Nimi to relate her words in Nari.

“First there will be a physical examination to make sure you are fit to bear a child. If there are no unforeseen complications, you will be given a tour of the facility and be given a meeting with the Undanas who oversees all Nakivak. Upon accepting his terms, a silver bracelet will be forged to go around your right wrist. It is known as an Undan and marks your status as a Nakivak that is ready for a contract.”

“Second, you will also have a meeting with the Council of Ten who lead the city of Riverfall. You will explain to them any skills you might have so that they can find you work within the city. If you do not have any skills of note, they will secure for you an apprenticeship. They will also want to know where you plan on staying which will have been previously decided upon at the Oathmaster’s tower.” Mos’Rila paused there to let that sink in, and allow the interpreter a break.

Nimi for her part seemed quite uncomfortable with the discussion but she didn’t let that get in the way of interpreting Mos’Rila’s words. She herself had narrowly escaped such a process, and she was conflicted as to what to do in this particular situation. To Nimi’s surprise, Mos’Rila seemed to understand this as the two shared a look briefly before Mos’Rila started speaking again.

“After those two meetings, you will usually have a season or two before an Akalak takes up your contract. This is to allow you time to take classes at the Oathmaster’s tower where you will learn a variety of things to help prepare you for your new role. So I’ll ask you one more time. Is this what you want?”

[Inni]

The Oath to Come

10-11 Sumer 720

Did her name have a special significance?

At this question, Inka blushed a deep crimson. She could see the memory clearly, feel the hand that had stroked her hair. Her mother's voice had been soothing with Inka in her lap, showing the young girl her grandmother's tarot. Inka had always loved the vibrant pictures and the feel of silk twisted around her fingers.

"I love my children with all my being. In moments like this," Esha whispered, resting her cheek against Inka's curls as she hugged the girl tighter. Her son, Inda, lay sound asleep on a cot on the floor, a small stuffed rabbit stitched from scraps tucked under his chin as he snored softly, "You make feel whole."

Inka was quiet, shuffling through the deck, chin tucked to her chest. She may not have seemed like it, but Esha knew she listened, "Look, ma!" The child held up a card, a dhani falling from the sky with arms outstretched in eager thrill. A golden wheel was painted in the foreground. Eagles with beaks of colored glass soared in each corner, wings outstretched behind them. Upon the turning wheel were symbols in Nari, signifying the names of the gods, "What's this one mean?"

Esha took the card from her daughter's hand, keeping her voice soft as to not wake the boy, "This is the Wheel of Fortune, always in motion, just as life never stays the same. What goes around, comes around," Esha traced her fingers clockwise around the circle, thoughtful, "You cannot stop the wheel, only accept what is happening. Everything will work out for the best."

Inka didn't fully understand in her youth, wrinkling her nose and stuffing the card back into the deck, "I don't like that one," she grumbled.

Esha laughed, "I'm sorry, my starling, there are many things we won't like in this life. Even yours and Inda's name has meaning, just like these cards."

"Really?"

"Yes. Inda's name means 'beautiful blessing', and yours Inka, means "foremost beloved'." Esha gave the girl another squeeze and kissed her cheek, "Go on then, why don't you pick another?"

Inka had forgotten that memory and now it came back with painful clarity, "Yes, has meaning but... I not know how to say in Common Tongue." She feared she might sound arrogant if she misinterpreted it, "I tell you when I learn better." Inka offered a small smile, nodding at the idea of going together to find a ranged weapon. It would make her feel better, if only to remind her of the archer's back home.

***

"Discuss... mean to talk?" Inka ate quietly, not even sure where to begin. She wasn't sure what 'circumstance' meant, but she understood the word 'similar". It must have something to do with. experience. Life. Inka chewed a piece of fish and tore a small bit of the bread to dunk it into the flavorful liquid as she mulled over what the woman was asking, as well as what she should say. She glanced up, past Mos'rila, to the women in the lounge, doubting they had siblings with the same disabilities. Would they whisper that he was cursed if they heard her brother's story?

The mere thought sparked a flash of frustration; her brother was only different. Now she had a word in common to describe it.

"I have brother - same age brother - Inda," she said this slowly, carefully, "Inda is like Riverfall. But Inda need me to watch over him, like hawk. Like... mother hen... " No one else knew how to understand him. Not like she did. Even Esha struggled to connect with her son when he was seized by his difficulties. Brows furrowing, the young woman had to choke back the emotion that had materialized in her chest, "Inda is good. Inda is wind in chest," the Inarta touched her breastbone, feeling her heart beating as her eyes filled with loving tears, "Inda is sun on cold day. But.... Inda....." Smile faltering, Inka looked away, "Inda is unique..."

She met Mos'rila's eyes, tapped her own temple. Other Inarta had said he was 'touched', 'simple-minded', a 'fool'. She hated those words, "I do anything for family. But my brother needs care - good care - more care than Wind Reach life allow me. Care needs money. So I come here, to be Nakivak."

Inka took a deep, resolving breath and wiped away her tears, a determination burning behind her gaze, "Maybe I fail or die... But I try... for Akalak and for Inda."

She had travelled across continents at the chance to give her brother a future, to help others in spite of the risk it posed. Inka may not have known the cultural difficulties or differences between her race and the giant warriors, but she knew there was a lot of complexity in what she asked. But as far as she was concerned, both her and the Akalak were both desperate to reach theirs goals. They just needed to find a symbiosis. Inka continued her meal and after a while, Mos'rila gave her the clearance to rest.

"May I have bath after food?" The bisque was being eaten quickly - Inka had enjoys stews on Skyinarta mountain, but nothing like this. It was delicious.

Mos'rila was happy to comply, making sure hot water was drawn and left in her quarters. Once the meal was finished, Inka cleared her mess and made her way down the hall to her room. There she undressed and washed in a small water basin, scrubbing her body of any remnants of dirt and sweat until her skin was pink. Her body begged for rest and while she would have liked to have looked through some of the books in the common room, decided to call it an early night.

Her mind was tired from all the information it had to process. Once her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep and didn't stir until morning.

***

The soft gentle knocking lulled the woman awake and she stumbled to wrap the sheet around her and peek out the door, curls blooming untamed around her face, "Mos'rilla?" she glanced at the window over the hearth. What time was it?

Mos'rila gave explanation and Inka shut the door to brush her teeth and get dressed. Her feet were still bare, pattering across the cold floor as she followed the owner through the building, each step stirring her further into the waking world. Inka was led into an office, with a desk and leather chairs. where a woman with familiar hair introduced herself.

Nimi.

After a bit of confusion on part of both Inarta and introductions exchanged, the meeting began in earnest, each sentence given pause as Nimi wove the information together. Examinations, silver bracelets - Undans and Undanas - Inka listened closely, scooting forward to focus on each facet of the pending arrangement.

If she was accepted, she would meet with the Council of Ten where they would discuss her skills, her future and long term living arrangements. Inka nodded slowly, signifying she understood each sentence Nimi translated. Things were starting to make sense, and it was almost reassuring how elaborate the process was. It made her feel like there was structure to this place, something to cling on to.

Once the process was explained in full, Inka looked at Nimi, "Thank you..."

There was a hesitation in her next words, "Please ask Mos'rilla how to increase the chance of obtaining a contract and how one is released? I do not intend to seem eager to rush to my potential death, but please understand that I'm doing this in an effort to ensure a future for my twin - he has difficulty with his mind and our mother grows old. I would like to be free with him one day, after I do this for Riverfall. This is more important than anything; I will take classes, I will do whatever I can to increase my chance of success."

Then, after a pause, "Tell her I have never shared a bed with a man. I had intended for that day to be with my love, but this is not the path I can take any longer," she wasn't fooling herself with girlish thoughts of romance and courting. This was a transaction made by a grown woman, "It is not the path I would have wanted, but it is the path I choose."

To make sure Mos'rila heard it from her own mouth after Nimi relayed what she said, Inka nodded in solemn confidence, "Yes. This is what I want."

ooc :

Riverfall prompts completed in this post:

- Confess your goal to someone
- Have your character try a new food or beverage

[Surreal]

Mos’Rila’s face was still while Inka told her story. Though she would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she was a little touched hearing about why she’d come so far. In her time as the proprietor of Godiva’s Refuge, she’d heard many tales but none quite like this one. Usually it was because they were fleeing abuse, or poverty an this seemed like a way to get beyond all of that. An it was, for a price. One Inka evidently knew about, and was willing to risk. The surprise came for who she was willing to risk it for. Not herself, but another. Her twin brother if Mos’Rila understood her correctly. The language barrier made it a bit harder to parse what she was meaning.

Towards such a noble goal, Mos’Rila had nothing but affection to give. She smiled tenderly as she leaned forward to place a hand on Inka’s forearm. “We can bring your brother here. You don’t have to wait if that is your wish. It can be a part of your Nakivak agreement, but we’ll talk more on that later. Just take comfort that you are doing a noble thing.” Then they parted company, with Mos’Rila doing a few things to make sure Inka would be comfortable for the night.

* * * * *

“The only test you need to worry about passing is the one that determines if you are fit to bear children. An that one is out of your hands.” Mos’Rila said sadly. She didn’t mean to, but it was hard not to think of the girls who had been rejected from the tower. Often they were slaves looking for their chance at freedom, yet their hard lives up until that point took that opportunity from them. “I do think you will pass for what it is worth. You seem healthy, and weathered such a long journey well”

“I remember us discussing your brother yesterday. That was one of those things I mentioned could be added to you Nakivak agreement, before the Council of Ten. After you have been approved by the tower, I am almost certain one of them would be inclined to help you bring your brother to Riverfall while you await a contract.” Mos’Rila said, pausing for a moment as she thought about the other part of her question.

“You should know that if you successfully bear an Akalak, they will want to keep you in your contract if the birth was not too hard on you. They will use any favors they have given you to estimate your debt to them, and if you can not afford to pay it off, you will have to bear another son. So it is important that when you go to the Oathmaster’s tower that you insist on control over who takes your contract and not to accept any favors you don’t need to. They add up quickly, so think hard about what you want.”

Nimi seemed to take heart that Mos’Rila was not playing sides with this contract, but still looked deeply troubled. Naturally, she could understand Inka’s position now that she knew a little bit about her brother though that didn’t make it any easier to be party to this. It had taken her a long time to get past being hassled by what felt like every male Akalak in the city. Looking at Inka, it wasn’t hard to imagine what it would be like when she embarked down this road.

Taking in a deep breath, Nimi reminded herself that she was here to translate, not judge. So that is what she focused on. After these things had been explained to Inka, the meeting was concluded. Mos’Rila had an errand to run to the Oathmaster’s tower, but Nimi stayed for breakfast with Inka. They sat at a small, wrought iron table in the corner where ripe mangoes, plums, a bowl of almonds, and a plate of cinnamon rolls were brought out to them.

After taking a bite of one of the rolls, and wiping her mouth, Nimi finally said something outside of the usual pleasantries. “It has been many years since I have been to Wind Reach. I still miss it at times, but there are a few kind Inarta here that keep me from feeling homesick. I’m sorry about your brother by the way. I want you to know I fully understand why you would do this for him. I might not have when I first came here, but-” She paused, thinking of the words that best fit how she was feeling. “This place has changed me, for the better I think. The culture is something special here.”

“What kind of work are you intending to present to the council?”

[Inni]

The Oath to Come

11 Summer 720

"I'm not sure," Inka answered truthfully, reaching out to pick at some of the nuts, "I'm not really skilled in much; Helping Inda with his Dek tasks and making sure he wasn't falling behind in his work was always my top priority...I would like to become a painter or maybe a researcher..."

Now that she was speaking aloud, Inka realized she had never truly given much consideration to what she wanted. Her focus had always been her brother. Was he safe? Was he happy? Was he being treated fairly?

And-

Who was watching over him now? Inka nibbled at the almond before crunching down on it before guilt could take hold, "Maybe something with animals? I've worked with some of the smaller birds back home, and in the stables. I know how to shoot a bow, but just barely. And... my other interests aren't really suited for work. Art, fortune telling," she gave a derisive snort, unable to imagine being taken seriously by a group of warrior men. Was laying on her back really her best chance at being good at something? "It was just something my grandmother taught me; something fun."

She shrugged, opting to take a couple pieces of fruit and finally, after a bit of reluctance, decided to take a cinnamon roll. It was still warm; It must have been what she had smelled walking down the hall after Mos'rila, "Nimi," she looked up from her morning dessert, wanting to choose her next words carefully, "When you said the culture was special, what did you mean? I just- I don't know. I doubt myself more than anything."

"In Wind Reach, I never had many suitors. Either they saw Inda and thought it was too much trouble, or maybe I never noticed, maybe I was always focused on my family," she sighed. Had there not been remnants of icing on her fingers, she would have buried her hands in her hair, disbelief on her tongue, "Now I'm supposed to make a child where so many others have failed?"

The idea of bringing her brother here was one she had initially been drawn to, but the journey was not cheap, nor easy. And would she be subjecting the twin to undue stress out of her own selfish desires? "The Akalak make me nervous," she admitted, "I thought they seemed nice enough, that maybe I was being close-minded, but... after talking to Mos'rila, I'm not sure if I'll be able to differentiate kindness from exploitation. There's so much at stake, I just want to be perfect," Inka ate her cinnamon roll, running her hand over the iron table. It was clear the girl didn't like making mistakes, a perfectionist through and through, "Sorry. I just haven't spoken Nari in a long time and now I'm spilling every thought. Thank you for helping today. It made that talk so much easier. I'm sure I'll figure this all out sooner than later."