[Magnai stares down his nose at her. To what purpose she was brought before him has not been made clear to him, and her silence does little but annoy him.]
Make your purpose clear. 'Tis not for merely anyone that the Sun shares his light. Should you try my patience, you will be left in the shadows.
[He knows he's hot girl, but come on, he may be the sun, but he ain't got all day.]
Um, I-- [ her voice is soft, but then confidence enters it for a moment - even if she still averts her gaze. ] I was told you were some form of leader, Ser.
I've never seen another like I-- [ she whispers, her voice cutting out. ]
[Magnai's eyes narrow as she speaks, finding his patience wearing rather thin. Perhaps he would appraise her for the possibility of being his Nhaama, but a woman so ignorant of their culture could never be that.]
Did you take not notice of your surroundings, child? You are in the heart of the Oronir, nay, the Xaela, yet you speak of seeing not those of your own.
[He scoffs, waving her away.]
Leave me, ere you force my hand. A mercy unworthy for one such as you.
[ It's almost amusing. The weak kneeling to the weak.
Sadu, herself, makes no move to do so. Instead, she inspects everything but Magnai himself with an expression on her face that clearly declares how inferior she finds housing of Oronir make. ]
Tch. A stone coffin for those that quaver in fear of their impending death? How fitting.
[ She may or may not be considering bringing it down around their ears just to prove her point, of course. ]
A death that never seems to come, regardless of how oft you are to promise it. One might think you do not keep your word, Dotharl.
[Magnai looks down his nose at her, never moving off his throne as he watches her inspect his throne room.]
What business do you bring, Khatun? Surely you are not here merely to speaks words with no more weight to them than hot air... however unsurprising that reality would be.
Death comes no matter how you may bleat and cry in your stone cradle, stripling. Worry not.
[ All said in a tone as if they're just discussing the weather, nbd. Continuing her slow circuit of Magnai's "throne room" with a leisurely pace, she pauses in front of one of his Buduga cronies and bares her teeth in a distinctly unfriendly smile. ]
Business unrelated to you, Oronir brat. Be silent.
[And to complete the trifecta Magnai never wanted, here is another tiny Xaela, looking him up and down at the Dawn Throne. And this one's another Dotharl, on top of that.
Then you prove as piteously unintelligent as the rest of your mongrel kind, Dotharl.
[Does he rise from his throne? Nay, he remains perched as ever, merely sitting up instead of his usual slouched posture.]
If you do not kneel, you will not leave these stone walls alive. A wretch who cannot learn her place, nor recognize the gleaming Sun before her shall not be suffered to live.
[Ibakha smirks, confrontational, a hand sliding down to the rapier at her side.]
Aye, the sun is a fitting title for you. Full of heat but no substance, blustering high on its own importance, so far removed from the world it has no say on anything that goes on underneath it.
[Her smirk has shifted, more outright *wicked*.]
Or if that was too complicated for you to understand... Try it if you dare. Perhaps, if you show valor in your fate, I may make a Dotharl out of you.
Small surprise that such a cur who skulks and skitters about the shadows would know little and less of the world. Without the sun, we would be naught. Without it, we would lack order—the sun commands all, and all shall bow before its radiance.
[He smirks, hiding his irritation behind smugness.]
Pray, cling to your simplistic understanding of the world around you, see how it has delivered you and yours to the far reaches of the Steppe, and away from the Dawn Throne that once was yours.
[Finally he stands, but makes no move to grasp his axe.]
Posturing will only afford you so much, child. If you wish to die a disgraced death, so be it.
[If Sadu cannot bring him down after three consecutive days of fighting, he has little hope this woman will prove much of a challenge.]
[Still laughing, she draws her rapier, letting the crystal float up behind her.]
There is no cowardice in knowing when you are outmatched, Magnai Oronir. Even the basest beasts of the land and skies know to hide from those mightier than they. Sit, and you may keep your life, and even your fancy chair. Take your axe, and... Well, it is not the Dotharl way to deny one who seeks a glorious death.
[ More small girls, sorry buddy. Kneeling is for scrubs who don't technically rule the Steppe (even if it is the Mol. whatever, i helped).
Nah. She offers the smallest of bows, only to be polite: a slight bend of the head and shoulders, hand over her heart, a habit formed during her time in Ishgard, now hard to break. He can deal. Her expression is as even as always. ]
While he sees himself well above the Warrior of Light, he is one bound to tradition, and still values their ability and respects their power. As such, so too does the Warrior of Light follow suit, and while no kneeling has happened, some courtesy goes a long way, and Magnai finds himself less irritated by the unexpected visit.
He even sits up straight to show some measure of mutual respect, but there is no bowed head from him.]
We are well, most have made their recoveries from the Nadaam. Baatu has even made strides to regain his former vitality.
[A relief to him, if no one else.]
What of you, Warrior of Doma? How has you and yours fared since our joint assault.
I would be more than happy to lend my services should your people have need of them still.
[ Happy, she says, with perhaps the bitchiest resting face of all Xaela. But she waves a hand at his question. ]
Well enough. There's all sorts of trouble all the time and my assistance is under near constant request, but since I'm back in Doma... well, I figured I'd take a vacation. Visit home.
[Resting bitchfaces he can deal with, it's outright disrespect that gets his feathers ruffled.]
Nay, we need not your assistance. Whilst times may be troubling and busy for you, I cannot say the same for the Dawn Throne.
[At least he gives a nod to that. Little can he fathom the life she lives—somewhat nomadic in a way, but to the far stretches of the star they live on, and solitary at that. It's an impressive way of life, but not one Magnai would care for.]
If you need shelter, you are welcome here during your travels. However, do not become too comfortable, for the next Nadaam's results will relinquish such privileges.
[You know, just a friendly reminder that his hospitality is completely conditional.]
Your kindness and hospitality is endearing as always, brother.
[ There's a quirk to her lips, and she paces forward, sitting casually on the steps near his throne wth her staff across her lap. ]
I meant no offense, by the by. I am a healer by trade and accept no payment at the best of times, so I do not mind expending some small energies for my kind in particular.
[Well Ikar is kneeling alright though he's not really sure what's going on. He was just fishing below minding his own business when he was taken by the Xaela and brought before Magnai. If he wasn't so intimidated by the very tall scantily clad men he saw while being brought here he'd probably have more to say right now. Alas he's silently waiting for someone to explain why he's here, sweating bullets as he waits.]
[Magnai allows for silence to fill the air, giving the situation a bit more tension before he speaks. It's not as if Ikar is a threat, or seems particularly strong. But, if they allowed this outsider to take from their turf, then so too would others follow.]
You are aware of why you were brought before me.
[It's not a question, it's a statement. Of course, Magnai's certain the thief knows his crimes well.]
[THAT. WAS NOT. AN EXPLANATION!!! For the first time since he was brought here he looked up to Magnai, confusion written plainly on all of his features with a hint of creeping panic.]
I- No I... what, why am I here? I was just tryin' to fish...
[Ikar knew very little of the Xaela and their culture. He had talked a bit with the Xaela at Reunion of course, but there was no warning about fishing below the Dawn Throne...]
the new white day/v-day post cracked me up so have a mischievous cat
[I hope this is alright! The new dev post was too cute/funny to resist playing off of.]
Felih often pays visits to the Dawn Throne, since he enjoys visiting the Steppe and learning more of the Xaela tribes... but today, he seems to have stumbled in on something quite amusing. Though he usually tries not to be too obtrusive to the ever-stern Magnai, he can't resist this opportunity.
"Wow. And here I thought you were complaining of not being able to find a Nhaama," he chirps in amusement, looking over the pile of gifts and chocolates he sees stacked before the throne upon which Magnai sits. "That's a rather impressive pile of Valentoine's gifts, there. I hadn't even known it was celebrated on the Steppe..."
The scowl upon Magnai's features more than tell his distaste for such jesting. You walk upon thin ice, Warrior of Light, he suffers your presence because tradition dictates he should, not because of any misplaced idea of friendship.
"I have had countless suitors," He begins, his voice dripping with annoyance, "Little does that mean they are my Nhaama indeed."
Yellow eyes fall to the presents that the strange pig had left, his chin resting against his hands as they oft were. Narrowing his eyes, he continues, "We are not familiar with the traditions of the west, but the intent behind such offerings are plain."
Felih knows full well Magnai cares little for his presence- among the lot of his companions, he's sure Magnai perhaps liked him least. Well, except maybe for his idiot tank, but that's another matter.
He's not perturbed, however, still grinning like a cat that got the cream, purring slightly to himself. "Well, how can you know? They were too shy to deliver in person. Maybe if you met them, you'd find them," he says with a smile, a playful flick of his tail behind him. "No need to be so grumpy. After all, it's nice to get tokens of admiration, isn't it?"
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Magnai Oronir | The Second Coming of Azim + Better than you
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Wow tmw you notice a typo, thats what I get for watching panty and stocking while tagging
Make your purpose clear. 'Tis not for merely anyone that the Sun shares his light. Should you try my patience, you will be left in the shadows.
[He knows he's hot girl, but come on, he may be the sun, but he ain't got all day.]
dw im v. distracted by fic writing, so o7
I've never seen another like I-- [ she whispers, her voice cutting out. ]
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Did you take not notice of your surroundings, child? You are in the heart of the Oronir, nay, the Xaela, yet you speak of seeing not those of your own.
[He scoffs, waving her away.]
Leave me, ere you force my hand. A mercy unworthy for one such as you.
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Is it not more worthy to ask one who leads about their people? It was not my fault that I arrived and seeked the one I'd think best to question.
[ ...It is totally your fault. ]
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Sadu, herself, makes no move to do so. Instead, she inspects everything but Magnai himself with an expression on her face that clearly declares how inferior she finds housing of Oronir make. ]
Tch. A stone coffin for those that quaver in fear of their impending death? How fitting.
[ She may or may not be considering bringing it down around their ears just to prove her point, of course. ]
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[Magnai looks down his nose at her, never moving off his throne as he watches her inspect his throne room.]
What business do you bring, Khatun? Surely you are not here merely to speaks words with no more weight to them than hot air... however unsurprising that reality would be.
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[ All said in a tone as if they're just discussing the weather, nbd.
Continuing her slow circuit of Magnai's "throne room" with a leisurely pace, she pauses in front of one of his Buduga cronies and bares her teeth in a distinctly unfriendly smile. ]
Business unrelated to you, Oronir brat. Be silent.
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She's definitely not kneeling.]
A fancy chair will not make me kneel, Oronir.
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[Does he rise from his throne? Nay, he remains perched as ever, merely sitting up instead of his usual slouched posture.]
If you do not kneel, you will not leave these stone walls alive. A wretch who cannot learn her place, nor recognize the gleaming Sun before her shall not be suffered to live.
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Aye, the sun is a fitting title for you. Full of heat but no substance, blustering high on its own importance, so far removed from the world it has no say on anything that goes on underneath it.
[Her smirk has shifted, more outright *wicked*.]
Or if that was too complicated for you to understand... Try it if you dare. Perhaps, if you show valor in your fate, I may make a Dotharl out of you.
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[He smirks, hiding his irritation behind smugness.]
Pray, cling to your simplistic understanding of the world around you, see how it has delivered you and yours to the far reaches of the Steppe, and away from the Dawn Throne that once was yours.
[Finally he stands, but makes no move to grasp his axe.]
Posturing will only afford you so much, child. If you wish to die a disgraced death, so be it.
[If Sadu cannot bring him down after three consecutive days of fighting, he has little hope this woman will prove much of a challenge.]
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I? I know little of the world?
[Still laughing, she draws her rapier, letting the crystal float up behind her.]
There is no cowardice in knowing when you are outmatched, Magnai Oronir. Even the basest beasts of the land and skies know to hide from those mightier than they. Sit, and you may keep your life, and even your fancy chair. Take your axe, and... Well, it is not the Dotharl way to deny one who seeks a glorious death.
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Nah. She offers the smallest of bows, only to be polite: a slight bend of the head and shoulders, hand over her heart, a habit formed during her time in Ishgard, now hard to break. He can deal. Her expression is as even as always. ]
Magnai. How fare your kin?
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While he sees himself well above the Warrior of Light, he is one bound to tradition, and still values their ability and respects their power. As such, so too does the Warrior of Light follow suit, and while no kneeling has happened, some courtesy goes a long way, and Magnai finds himself less irritated by the unexpected visit.
He even sits up straight to show some measure of mutual respect, but there is no bowed head from him.]
We are well, most have made their recoveries from the Nadaam. Baatu has even made strides to regain his former vitality.
[A relief to him, if no one else.]
What of you, Warrior of Doma? How has you and yours fared since our joint assault.
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[ Happy, she says, with perhaps the bitchiest resting face of all Xaela. But she waves a hand at his question. ]
Well enough. There's all sorts of trouble all the time and my assistance is under near constant request, but since I'm back in Doma... well, I figured I'd take a vacation. Visit home.
Get sunburn.
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Nay, we need not your assistance. Whilst times may be troubling and busy for you, I cannot say the same for the Dawn Throne.
[At least he gives a nod to that. Little can he fathom the life she lives—somewhat nomadic in a way, but to the far stretches of the star they live on, and solitary at that. It's an impressive way of life, but not one Magnai would care for.]
If you need shelter, you are welcome here during your travels. However, do not become too comfortable, for the next Nadaam's results will relinquish such privileges.
[You know, just a friendly reminder that his hospitality is completely conditional.]
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[ There's a quirk to her lips, and she paces forward, sitting casually on the steps near his throne wth her staff across her lap. ]
I meant no offense, by the by. I am a healer by trade and accept no payment at the best of times, so I do not mind expending some small energies for my kind in particular.
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You are aware of why you were brought before me.
[It's not a question, it's a statement. Of course, Magnai's certain the thief knows his crimes well.]
What say you in your defense, outsider.
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I- No I... what, why am I here? I was just tryin' to fish...
[Ikar knew very little of the Xaela and their culture. He had talked a bit with the Xaela at Reunion of course, but there was no warning about fishing below the Dawn Throne...]
the new white day/v-day post cracked me up so have a mischievous cat
Felih often pays visits to the Dawn Throne, since he enjoys visiting the Steppe and learning more of the Xaela tribes... but today, he seems to have stumbled in on something quite amusing. Though he usually tries not to be too obtrusive to the ever-stern Magnai, he can't resist this opportunity.
"Wow. And here I thought you were complaining of not being able to find a Nhaama," he chirps in amusement, looking over the pile of gifts and chocolates he sees stacked before the throne upon which Magnai sits. "That's a rather impressive pile of Valentoine's gifts, there. I hadn't even known it was celebrated on the Steppe..."
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"I have had countless suitors," He begins, his voice dripping with annoyance, "Little does that mean they are my Nhaama indeed."
Yellow eyes fall to the presents that the strange pig had left, his chin resting against his hands as they oft were. Narrowing his eyes, he continues, "We are not familiar with the traditions of the west, but the intent behind such offerings are plain."
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He's not perturbed, however, still grinning like a cat that got the cream, purring slightly to himself. "Well, how can you know? They were too shy to deliver in person. Maybe if you met them, you'd find them," he says with a smile, a playful flick of his tail behind him. "No need to be so grumpy. After all, it's nice to get tokens of admiration, isn't it?"