Heirs to the Burning Thrones

[khavren]

Abdul

"Well done Jibril, Tariq. By your efforts we have come through that danger unsacthed. Now we deal with a more dangerous task, calming what appears to be arguing fire nymphs. Who will talk to the mother and who to the daughter?"

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafessa Steps forward*

"I will speak with Samira. Shalah seems to have the fire nymph under control." She moves away before anyone can disagree with her.

*Approaching Samira slowly, looking for any signs that she wants to be left to herself.*

" Samira, dear, are you all right?" she asks softly, with concern in her voice. Standing infront of the beautiful woman she waits to be acknowledge.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

* Samira buried her head deeper into her arms in an effort to hide her shameful unchecked tears. *

“I’m fine Nafessa,” Samira replied in a soft harsh manner, though it was different than her normal harsh tone of control as it sounded more like a wounded animal.

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

" If it is all the same could I stay with you, anyhow? Just till you seem more yourself." She gives the wounded beauty a motherly smile and moves to sit next to Samira.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

* Samira rubes her eyes and checks with the back of her sleeve of her bedleh in a fruitless effort to hide the fact that she had been crying before looks upwards with a meek smile. *

“She my mother, we haven’t seen each other since I was born, but she’s more concerned with Marid and his love than she is for me or my love.”

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

*Nafeesa sits down beside Samira and places her arm around her.*

"I am sorry dearheart. That is a terrible thing to have happen. I can not say what or how she feels as I do not know her. I wish I could reassure you that all will be well, but all I can do is give you my condolences and be near by as you may need a sturdy shoulder to lean on." She smile once again and gentely rubs the girl's back to help calm her down and give her a sense of comfort.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Samira: Flamekissed Half-Nymph/Female (Gestalt: Unfettered/Rogue/Seductress)

* Samira doesn’t say a word, she could explain much of why it was like this but that would just lead to her passionate frustration once again, instead she leans against the offered shoulder and cries softly but more calmly this time. *

 

[Lady Shatterstone]

* Nafessa smiles to herself and holds the crying lady.*

 

[khavren]

Abdul


Abdul looks about to his fellow heirs and shrugs, "If no other will do so, I must speak to the nymph then. I had thought that those who were more skilled with using words as weapons would seek this battle, but I will do what I can with what I have." *Abdul begins trudging towards the waiting guards and the fire nymph

 

[Keia]

Jibril a'Mussan (Human, Windwalker)

"If no other will do so, I must speak to the nymph then. I had thought that those who were more skilled with using words as weapons would seek this battle, but I will do what I can with what I have."

"Please, honored heir, there is no need to speak with the fire nymph directly," Jibril commented. "The most esteemed Shalah is with her, and, if needed I would offer my own humble services in conversing with the fire nymph, especially considering the slight resistance to fire that I possess."