Dreamed Into Life

[Illianna]

A raid, we're going to raid a small island that's part of castle. We're raiding Tyre, and the monastery there. The boat pitches a cheer raises and we're off.

[Illianna]

We sail through the night making land as the sky begins to gray. We crest a small hill as the suns first light dawns. I take my place with the other archers and ready my bow.

Theresa great crash as soilders stationed to protect the town come charging out to trumpets and church bells. It's so loud. There's screaming and shouting. "Fire!" A volley of arrows flys through the air to the sound of screaming. Another arrow notches my bow.

The shield wall looks triumphant when reinforcements come from behind us. The back half of our group turn to defend us from behind but  their getting closer with each volley.

Let me help a small voice whispers I grow beneather their feet I am wild vines let me help

Before I know what I'm doing I've slung my bow across my back and I'm pulling the vines and brambles from the earth. Tracing and ensuring many. Theirs panic in my gut but it's swallowed by a strange calm I've never known before. A clam of purpose my only thought being to crush them.... Crush them bethesth my heal!

There's a grate Rosie and the earth shakes. Trees shoot forth and fall over a sudden forest crashing and trapping our enemies. Brambles and vines raring at armor and flesh. There's chaise and noise but I still I am calm and panicked all at once.

"Hold!" Red calls and in that moment I feel myself shake. My knees buckle and I catch myself on one of the men next to me. A moment later I've recovered enough to stand on my own but I'm truly exsousted.

The day is a lure. It by sunset we are singing as we approach the gates to our home where Ravna and Arthur are waiting

[Ravna]

Ravna's body is stiff with repressed rage. She is livid. She has never been more frightened in her life, and therefore, has never been so angry in her life nos that relief has blown away her fear and formed it into an inferno of anger. Her eyes squint with the effort of holding it in her body, not pouring it out upon her men. She cannot stop it from leaking down the connection to her wife, but she holds it in as best she can, so that only alittle trickles through. 

"You are well." Each word feels like forcing an ostritch egg through a stone grate, impossibly hard to do without breaking it, and yet somehow she manages to keep her tone even, her voice flat and emotionless. 

[Hanza koshack]

"My Jarl! Thank you for trusting us with you Jarls wife! For with out her skill and magic we would have lost many. As the castle has been hiding beneath the very hill we chose to take our stand. As they came up behind us she shouldered her bow a brought forth a great forest! Raising them high above the ground before withering the very trees that ensured them setting them to fall to their deaths! And when they charged out of monastery gates her brambles and vines were ther to cut them down! With her aid we have brought back rare jewels and carts full of gold as well as fine silks, wools and linens, and best of all some sons of nobility for slaves and ransom! Thank you for giving us the wild witch to aid in our conquest!"

[Ravna]

The... wild witch? wonders Ravna, gobsmacked. 

"As I expected," she manages, after a moment. "I would expect no less from my wife. My pregnant wife."

[Illianna]

The men behind me falter and I step forward. Shoulders back eyes level. Head raised, the picture of a proud submissive home victorious. "We're safe." I say presenting her with  the key to our prisoners chains a soft smile on my lips even though I can feel her fear and rage

[Ravna]

Ravna takes the keys roughly, turning to go back inside. "Good. Attend her to her chambers. I have decided her sentence is over."

[Illianna]

There's found good byes said as I make my way back into our home. I sink gladly into my bead and sleep quickly claims me

[Ravna]

For once, Ravna dresses in high court finery before visiting her wife. Typically she has changed after, but now she has been tossing and turning all night, then procrastinating all morning, to where she is running late. She has half a mind to invite her wife to court anyway, seeing as how she was part of the raid and thus eligible to receive whatever her jarl deigns to hand out to her. Which ought to be quite a bit, given her performance and her status. And yet...

Ravna throws open the door, her breast gleaming with row upon row of gold and jewels, her body covered in fine silks, her head besat with a large solid-gold crown. 

"You."

[Illianna]

I turn elegantly in my jade green gown fine glass needs glittering and clinking as I turn to smiling to face my wife. My long golden hair braided with silk ribbons and two shingling temple rings "mistress" I say warmly my face suddenly changing as I feel her anger and panic "what's got you so upset?" I say gently reaching for her

[Ravna]

Ravna swats her hand away. "You must have known I would not approve of your being in danger," she near growls. 

[Illianna]

"You told me to live with them for a week! I thought you knew! I went because I thought you were testing me!"

[Ravna]

"I'm not in charge of their practice schedule! That's far beneath my level of command," she growls. "You're carrying my heir! You cannot risk yourself like that!" 

[Illianna]

"I'd never let anything happen to them. I protected them and your men! Gods! You're so hard headed!"

[Ravna]

"And you are so ignorant that I wonder how you dress yourself in the morning!" snarls Ravna -- a grave insult when their garments are not made with so many buckles and laces as Castelia garments.