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A Castrovel Adventure: Part 3, Chapter 22

From the Daylog of Vaeol-Zheieveil u’Zhasael Zolaemaue be’Son
1. Afaelae, 24,542 - Son   Yesterday marked the first time our whole household gathered at the new house. I hastened home from watch and found all gathered, even Erymi, who had gotten leave from the Shota-fields, of which I reckon she was thankful from the break. Like Sievae, she deems she must have another year until Tesine is old enough. Then she would leave the Shota-lot and come back to the Citadel. At that time we shall likely lose the flaghold. Yet until then we shall share time between there and this house.   The tide also marked our first housemoot since bringing Draue, Nae, Hanos, and unleastly Kaure into the household. I worried that all should be at ease and feel welcome. So I worked soulcraft to set mindshare so soon as canny even while we ate. A few things outcame, including one I had not forelooked, and both ingathering Oshis.   The first was Oshis, Less, and Kaure, whom I beheld standing arm in arm, with her in their midst. Unforecatchingly, they were drinking wine and forelooked to swift besottenness. Yet I witted the ease wherewith they stood and deemed they had taken her into fellowship. I whispered a short prayer of thanks.   The other thing was laterward when Oshis found me after I came back from the outroom. By then he was quite drunk, which I bewitted from his mind’s slurriness, which also had banned forth his boldness to speak. He bluntly asked whether I begrudged him anything, for he felt I had been shunning him. Truthfully, I had shunned him, for so I had planned the craft to wrack him somewhat after my choice, which had worked in making him feel offshed. I deemed the tide ripe to meet the thing.   So I answered that I in truth begrudged him something. I reminded his oath he swore me back in Qabarat that, after Erymi, he should hold none dearer than me. Then I outspoke I believed him forsaken of this troth.   He gaped at me, wholly forecaught. By then, through our mindshare, all had witted our speech. Those out of sight came near to watch. I sat queenlike on a stool while Oshis wobbled sottenly before me, to afill the show. I then outspoke that Oshis has wont of loving many wives. He waved and withholdingly yaysaid, though he answered he had only done so with goodwill and Erymi’s leave. Yet I shook my head and said he had done more than mere love. When his brow furrowed again, I asked him how many children he had fathered, for by my tally, not only has he Erymi’s and Vosaeth’s, but then Sievae had come with his idle get. I bade him tell whether he had any more.   Oshis quailed, and then to my shock and glee, answered there are more. He shrove that when he had grown to ripeness in youth, his mother had fostered him to friendmate named Avahi, as love-mistress to teach him manhood. With his blessing (and many, knowing him) she had borne a child, a daughter named Zheye.   I let shock show and claimed astoundedness that any man could so wantonly sow such a long furrow. While he stammered and tried to build answer, I asked whether there was any anyone whomon he had not fathered a child.   ~Nile!~ - “Many!” he babbled.   ~Ruae real’imya!~ - “Name one!” I yelled. At the bid’s unbelief, Oshis’s drunken jaw slackened. I hearkened laughter from the others gathered.    Chidingly I said I would give a name of one he had not bechilded, and thereby could only think that he held me in less love. I halted while he dithered. Then I gave him my name and bade tell why he had not given me a child.   I wish I could bewrite his face while his drink-sodden brain tried to mill my words, and all aring laughter outbroke, followed by cheering buzzes. Yet it was too dear. Kindly Erymi laid hand on her manmate’s shoulder and whispered that he should understand the boon I was offering, and that he should rightly yield worship. Tears ran down our short Korasha’s cheeks. Slightly he knelt at my knees and asked what service I would have. I answered he already knew, that I was ready to become a wife, that he would be my First Man, and also that I would have his child, if the gods so bless. I asked him to give me this blessing.   To much buzz and cheer, he leaned forward and kissed my belly. Then Erymi stepped in and asked that, until my bridetide, she should have her manmate, to upmake for their long time shed while the Formian warfare. Happily I yaysaid. Remaue spoke that this time was long forcome, for she had wearied of me bemoaning maidenhood. Kaure hugged me in cheer. Yet she gave me a queer look, and her mind ever reads murkily when it comes to men and wifehood. Even though she understands, she fears for my sake.   After Erymi dallied with Oshis, we had a lovely smoochtide, wherein we spoke of towardness and what it may behold. Our nighttide ended merrily with us helping the sots to bed, and then snuggling in.   Today happened a few things. First, right after templetide, my father came to see the house. He knows stonecraft, and wished to see all the walls and shafts. Happily, he yaysaid the house is sturdy, and we need fear no weakness. He also spent some while in our midyard. He named it an idle stead, but that it is lacking. He left with a thoughtful look that made me wonder what he was minding.   Next came Lady-Mother, who also wished to see our house. Also, she met Kaure for the first time, which shortly worried me. Yet she took our ~Korashe~ with goodwill and named her daughter, which I betook as good token. Lady-Mother asked her to follow Remaue’s lead and afterlook me, for, as she said, my high mind leads me to strife more reckful fellows may shun. As gift, she brought an etched glass water-vat and a glowrose sprig therein. She read that it will grow therefrom, and we may lead it to grow up a wall. She left with word that she is hearing a guest from the highland freeholds, who have come with a beseech.   This dusktide, Kaure asked whether Lady-Mother likes her well. I answered I think she so does indeed, and that she need not fear my mother’s ill will. Then I hugged her near, kissed, and bade we shall not let her leave. Laterward, I found Remaue. I ask what she reckons of Kaure’s towardness with us. She eyed me deeply and asked my thought. I answered that, if we lose her now, I cannot bear the hurt. Remaue agreed and said the choice is clear.

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