Tiff's letters, and the aftermath

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:47 pm

The loud racket coming from directly over her head, along with the sound of hissing and barking was what woke her the next day. She was disoriented for a few minutes, almost falling off the divan before she realized she wasn't in her own bed. The room was chilly, the fire had long since died out, and she was still fully dressed from the night before. She wanted to stay, to examine her feelings from the night before, to recapture the moments before Red left but the steadily escalating noise made that impossible.

Forcing herself to rise, Aasha bunched up the skirt and rushed upstairs. Her room was in shambles, Pillow barking madly at Pea, the kitten hissing from under her bed. The coverlet was half off, what few personal items she had knocked over, along with the lamp on the bedside table. In her preoccupation with Red the night before, she'd completely forgotten the pair were up here, much to her consternation she found why that was a mistake. They had both left gifts she'd rather not receive, and were obviously not getting along. Pillow, leave Pea alone! Pea, stops yer caterwaulin'! Scooping up the kitten, she stormed back out, Pillow close on her heels. Bad Pillow, yer not 'posed to scare her to death.

As soon as she opened the door, the fox took off for the shrubbery. She put the kitten down and waited, taking deep breaths of fresh air before heading back to clean the mess.

What felt like hours later, the room was put to rights, she was dressed in her normal attire and Pea deposited back on the bed. Frustration didn't negate her desire for the fox's company though, Pillow accompanied her to Tiffany's room. She'd not seen Ellie, and assumed the lady was still taking care of Tiff, so when she knocked and got no answer, she hesitated. Her worry over her friend had her opening the door and peering around the corner. - Its empty? Where is Tiff? - Hoping the empty room meant she was feeling more herself, Aasha almost turned to go when a stack of letters caught her eye.

Under other circumstances, she wouldn't have given in to her curiosity, but with Tiffany's actions the night before, Ash justified it with concern. There were three, each sealed and addressed, names easily recognizable. - me...Red...and Jasmyne? Why'd she write instead of just talking... - Fingers trembling, she sank down onto the duvet and broke the seal.

Tiffanyanne wrote:Dear Aasha,
When I was a little girl, I was very poor and very alone. My father was a drunkard and gambler who after spending every penny we had, gambled away my hand in marriage. I ran away from home before the man who won it could claim his prize. So I know what it is to run Aasha. I know what it's like to have demons behind you that make you jump at shadows and fear setting roots anywhere. But you know what else I know. I know that eventually, you have to stop running. Otherwise they win. The bad guys win if they can keep you running away. They win because they stop you from having a home and family because you fear them too much. Don't let them win Aasha.
I know you will probably be angry at me when you find me gone. But this is something I have to do. There was one thing that I decided when I stopped running. I would dedicate my life to the weak and poor who were forced to run because the rich and powerful made them. I've been a mayor, I've been a Duchess. But recently I met a regent who had all sorts of power and seemed to delight in making people run from him. A new Regent has been elected and I want to make sure that never happens again.
In my lock box there is the deed to the house. It is yours now. There is also a fair amount of coin that should keep you steady. Everything in the house is yours.
I will come back Aasha. I hope you will offer me a room to stay in when I return. I hope you will forgive me.
I truly do love you Aasha. As a daughter, as a sister, as a friend.
Love always,
Tiff

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She was crying by the time she got to the end, she had no idea how much of her life mirrored Tiff's. Her father wasn't a drunkard or a gambler, but her cousin was, she'd grown up poor even in her uncle's well to do household, though she wasn't given away in marriage, but it was still through gambling debts. Why Tiff? Ya coulda said bye...ya didn't have to give me yer house. It ain't mine...its yers, no matter what no papers say.

She would never spend the money, it would sit safely waiting for Tiff's return, but what would she tell Ellie? She already felt the loss, the warmth of Tiffany's motherly presence absent in the house. Scooping up the remaining letters, Aasha headed out of the house, not even stopping to see if Ellie was puttering around in her domain.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:48 pm

It hadn't taken long at all to get to Jasmyne's. The knock received no answer, a peer into the windows gave off an air of desertion. Aasha slipped the note under the door, hoping Jas would be home to get it soon, then headed into town to find Red, and see if Jay knew where Tiff had gone.

Tiffanyanne wrote:Dear Sister,
Is it something in the Balboa blood that makes us so fleet of foot and rootless? You and I spend so much time away from home that one must wonder if we truly have them. We should tell such people that it is not a plot of land that makes home, but the people who share our lives with us. You are home to me Jasmyne. And I must leave it for a while because I want everything that is home protected.
While I'm gone I need you to keep an eye on Aasha. Red's announcement that Aimar was murdered worries me. I fear I have enemies who are trying to get to me through family. Be careful yourself, though I know I don't have to tell you that.
I love you and hope that I make it back in time for your wedding. I can't imagine anything more wonderful that being there to see you wed.
Love you,
Tiff

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:49 pm

Jasmyne wrote:Jas made it home for a small period of time just to see how things were going and spotted the note, then agreeing with what was said to herself, gathering a few items she headed towards Heero's home

She would have to visit Aasha t'morrow as she was much too tired from travel

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:50 pm

It wasn't until after Aasha left Jasmyne's house that it dawned on her that she had no idea where Red lived. She'd always met him in the taverns for their lessons, and searched him out there the few times she'd needed to talk to him. Unsure if it was an oversight, or by design, she shook her head and continued on, her curiosity about the letter quickening her steps. She wanted to ask about hers too, her uncertainty on what to do about the deed mentioned made her jumpy.

A glance in the tavern found it empty, except for a few vagrants that never seemed to leave. She knew he joked about sleeping there, but if he did, there was no sign of him now. Where to now Pillow? We don't never see him in the orchard...ain't no reason to head there.

Her feet ached by the time she'd checked around town, Red wasn't to be found anywhere in Shrewsbury. Pillow was enjoying the exercise even if she wasn't by then. She'd worried the seal as she walked, almost wearing it smooth before it dawned on her where he might be. -He's on council you ninny...run all around town before you remember something as simple as that? -

Her feet turned of their own accord, making the long trek to one place she'd avoided for so long, but had come to wander by more and more often lately. Even wanting to know the contents of the letter didn't make it any easier to approach the intimidating castle. It was easy to pass by, much more difficult to actually enter. Her feet slowed as the building grew closer, knowing he was inside was not enough to make her willingly walk through doors that signified danger in every part of her body.

Shaking with trepidation, she leaned against a tree to try and calm down, surreptitiously watching the comings and goings of the guards, hoping beyond hope he'd walk out so she wouldn't have to search inside.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:51 pm

TheRedChef wrote:Several men-at-arms marched out from the gate. Their well worn armor and weaponry glinted in the afternoon sun. They were followd by a cart pulled by two strong horses. Two soldiers perched on the cart sides keeping watch, while a third drove. Red was content with his seat on the lone crate as he consulted a parchment. Occassionally, a warm lingering thought invaded his concentration, but the Coventry business kept pushing it back. The men on foot formed up around the cart and started to clear a path through the crowd in the town square as the procession moved. They passed by the park on their way to the southern road.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:51 pm

She was absently paying attention to the castle, still contemplating asking for admittance when the gates opened and a procession marched out. Pillow perked up as the horses came into view, while Aasha tried to fade into the shade of the tree. - Great, a whole group of soldiers...and I need to go in there? Me and guards...not such a good combination... -

Sighing, she admitted she really did need to go in, even though she quaked with fear at the thought. - May as well now, maybe most of the guards are going with the guy in the...wait...is that...oh Jah. -

This was obviously not going to be her day. Sitting alone on the cart amidst the soldiers was just the person she was searching for. He looked too engrossed in whatever paperwork he was studying to notice her there, and with that many around him, there was no way yelling would get his attention.

- This is a really bad idea girl. You're gonna end up in deep trouble if you're not very careful. - But it was the only idea she had, the letter trembling between her fingers, the other in her pocket were motivation enough. Just the brief glimpse of his form added to it, causing the tingling that had subsided when she slept to return.

Steeling herself, she stepped into the road, took a deep breath, swallowed the lump she could feel forming down, and waited for them to approach. They'd have to move her to pass, as she stood directly in the center of the their path. The guard approaching did not look happy when she didn't scatter like everyone else, but she stood her ground, refusing to move even when he grabbed her arm painfully. I needs to talk to Lord Red. Its impo'tent...he'll wanna talk to me.

Move girl, there's no one here that wants anything to do with you. This is official business and you're in the way.

She was stubborn, and it clearly showed in her voice. No! I needs to talk to Lord Red. I ken see him in the cart. Jus' let me by...I only needs a minute.

He was twisting now, Pillow was beside her, growling low in his throat. Red! Hey Red! Its Aasha. Tell these men I ken talk to ya!

Tears were springing in her eyes as another guard yanked, knocking her to the ground. At that, Pillow pounced, the growl louder before his teeth sank into the man's leg.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:52 pm

TheRedChef wrote:The commotion caught his attention. Trouble, this soon? They must have doublecrossed... Two of his men were subduing a crazed women. He looked around. No one was taking advantage of the distraction so he relaxed a bit. Red appreciated his men's restraint. Too much bloodshed would wear thin on the public. A third was dancing around with a fox clamped to his ankle. ...a fox?

Red lept from the cart, casting aside his parchment. "Horst! Let her up for Jah's sake!" The man had her arm twisted behind her back and kept her head pressed to the ground.

"Aasha, I'm terribly sorry," he said as he helped her up and dusted some of the dirt off her. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Red lifted her up to the cart while one of his men removed an intractable Pillow from his sergent's boot.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:53 pm

Her arm throbbed, she could taste dirt, and the soldier was doing his level best to make her eat more of it before the commotion finally caught Red's attention. She could hear his voice, though all she could see was the ground until his boots were almost directly in front of her. It was then that the guard released her.

This wasn't the way she wanted him to see her next, subdued by soldiers, covered in road dirt, and in considerable pain. Rubbing the wetness from her cheeks, she glared at his guards. I tried to tell ya he'd wanna talk to me. Hope Pillow's teeth sank in deep! Ya big bullies, pickin' on someone whats less'n half yer size.

Taking a shaky breath, she looked up at him, grateful when he lifted her to the cart. She was still feeling unsteady, him brushing dirt off had only increased the sensation, and her arm was hurting like crazy. He'd placed her right beside a parchment. The glimpse she caught had her name leaping out, along with some type of warning. Quickly averting her eyes as her face went pale, she hoped he chalked it up to the pain.

I...Tiff's gone...an'...she left ya a note... The release of pressure had only made the pain worse, she was gritting her teeth as the indignation fled and the full force of her injury sank in.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:53 pm

TheRedChef wrote:Poor Aasha. The road dirt had smeared with tears on her cheeks. He made soothing noises as he dabbed at it with a most cloth. Her face had lost it's color and her skin was clammy. She winced as he dusted off her shoulder. Concerned, Red prodded it experimentally. After a hushed conversation with one of his men, he pulled a flask of eau-de-vie from his satchel and handed it to Aasha. "Drink this. It should help ease things." He chatted idly at her as he waited.

Meanwhile, his sargent had finally gotten the fox to release his prey and had dumped him into the cart. Pillow, for his part, had managed to keep the soldiers away with an impressive display yipping and prancing. The soldiers, resigned to waiting, had taken to throwing bits of jerky or hardtack at him when the sargent wasn't looking.

Red placed a hand on her arm, and his other on her shoulder, and looked deep into her green eyes. "Aasha, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt...a lot." He wrenched her shoulder back into place.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:54 pm

She didn't expect him to wipe the dirt off, even after everything that had transpired the night before. She had assumed he would want to talk about why she was there, not see to her. Her face was flushed by the time he'd dabbed, even after he'd brushed against her injury.

Tears sprang back quickly with the gentleness when he prodded, his fingers reminding her of hot pokers, each radiating pain from her shoulder down her arm. So distracted by the pain, she absently took the flask and drank deep, hoping he was right and it would help.

She didn't respond to any of his words, just the tone, letting it wash over her and take the edge off as the alcohol finally began to take effect. She was dimly aware that Pillow was in the cart, his cold nose nudging her arm from time to time as he snapped up the meat thrown to him. He instinctively sensed Red meant her no harm, and hadn't climbed up into her lap.

When Red's grip on her arm penetrated, along with the warning, she whispered; what are... right as he wrenched. Tears streamed down her face, a low keening moan escaping, then the throbbing began again. She could hear what sounded like a snap, and bit down hard to keep from screaming. Her fingers loosened around the letter, letting it drop heedlessly into the cart. Her breathing was shallow when he had her shoulder in place, the bits of color in her cheeks gone, and limpid pools of green locking on his, begging for relief.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:55 pm

TheRedChef wrote:It was wrenching to see her like this and he was dismayed that it touched him. "The pain will fade soon. You'll be fine, Aasha," Red said as he gave her good hand a reassuring squeeze. After a bit, he fashioned a sling from a spare kerchief.

Red got on the cart next to Aasha and gave his men the signal to move out.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:57 pm

The gesture touched her, though the pain was excruciating. She squeezed back, trying not to show exactly how bad it hurt, and hoping he was right about the pain fading. As the cart moved, she grabbed for the letter, picking it up along with the parchment Red had dropped. Holding out a hand, she offered the letter to him.

Tiffanyanne wrote:Dear Red,
You have taken it upon yourself to teach Aasha to read and write. I need you to take up one more thing. Protect Aasha. I don't know why Aimar was murdered but I fear it has something to do with me. I cannot be here to protect her, I have something I must take care of. I need you to do it in my stead. I am trusting you to this.
If any harm comes to her you will have to face me.
I don't know when I'll be home. But trust me when I say this is something I must do.
Your Friend,
Tiff

I...umm...I came cuz Tiff is gone...an' she left this fer ya. I didn't read it or nothin'...an'... looking over, she sighed, trying to resist the impulse to lay her head on his shoulder. ...an' she left me one too I wanted ya to look at.

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:58 pm

TheRedChef wrote:Red settled in against the side of the cart and savored Aasha leaning into him and her head on his shoulder. "Hmm, Tiffany thinks you need protecting..." He folded it up and stuck it in his coat. What was that other letter you- Ah!" He snatched his parchment away from Aasha and tucked it away. "I wondered where that got to."

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-goes by Aasha. Dangerous
and unstable. Reward offered.
If found, send word to-
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aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:58 pm

She'd forgotten the parchment, and had only glanced at it briefly the first time, but looked a little more as he read the note from Tiff. She would have been disappointed he didn't show her the contents if she'd not been so distracted by her name jumping out at her again. Glancing up, she sighed, knowing he'd obviously read it before, and probably believed what it said.

Trying to keep from questioning him on the parchment, she silently dug the letter out of her pocket. She had gotten into the habit of stuffing all correspondence in her pockets, there was so few she was sent, and it gave her something to practice reading. Unfortunately, she was too distracted with curbing her tongue to realize that she'd handed him the wrong one.

Lady, I arrived to find you gone. I must admit that my curiosity is peaked at the message you sent to me. I remember a slight lad who cut a purse, and a skirt. Now I find a woman asks after me in his name. I am unable to travel to Shrewsbury at this time, but please enlighten me...

What do you require of me?

Judge Sir Julien Icey Grave Delval, Lord Of Midnight.

Red, whats the deed she's talkin' 'bout...an' why's she givin' me her stuff?

aasha · aasha on Sat Nov 08, 2008 7:59 pm

TheRedChef wrote:After a moment, Red held the parchment in front of her face so that she could read.

"What deed?" The warmth had left his voice.

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