A Morning of Abandon
Birds, thousands upon millions of them, sweeping up to the heights and
all chorussing for the new morn. In bright relief, Iruvande laughed
the joy of the newly born. The night before was one of grief and
bitterness, it pulled at her mnhei'sahe and asked of her payments due.
But her duty was done and now she was free.
"Etrehh," she said in a bright, cheerful call. The beep told her the
computer was attentively awaiting her instruction. "All For the Love
of One. Volume times two."
A viol struck up a haunting under-current with three female voices in
strange harmony. As their volume grew so a hand-drum picked up a fast
beat and suddenly the tune exploded with dual pipes drawing out to a
Iruvande's feet tapped once, twice and suddenly she was swept away on
the notes, her lithe and elegant form twisting to the simple beat yet
intricate melody. It threw her around her private quarters and she
laughed in wild abandon. A night for memories and a morning for
As her feet carried her, she span around and around, her arms flung
wide and her hair free to flow. The elegant robe from the night before
was replaced by a simple peasant's dress. For one it was more
comfortable, for two, the skirt was weightier and spread out in a
perfect halo to her thin waist.
But as quickly as the wildness caught ahold of her, it was gone with
the last beat of the song. Breathless but gleeful, she collapsed on
one of the shallow benches that lined the walls of her home. It was
only then that she saw the shadow cast across the floor. Lifting her
eyes to a figure in the doorway, she inclined her head but made no
The girl drew her cloak tighter around her small frame. This was not
what she'd expected of someone so important and famous. Surely there
should be decorum even in her own home. Offering a nervous smile, she
brushed her long brown hair from her eyes. "I..."
"Thee intrudes on a private space," Iruvande said in a quiet, simple
"Usae, lhhei..." the girl stammered, taking a step backwards.
"It is of no matter, the door was open, thee were free to join me."
Iruvande took in the slip of a girl who shivered in the doorway, half
hidden by columns. "What is it thee wishes of the hru'Airifvir?"
"I do not come searching for the hru'Airifvir," the girl said quickly.
"I am here in search of the hru'hfirh of Akhiy'Rhienn."
Note: Comes directly after "A Night of Mourning"
mnhei'sahe - Ruling Passion (honour)
Etrehh - computer
Usae - sorry
lhhei - ma'am
hru'Airifvir - Head of Civilian Service (an archaic term, not in common
use unless in reference to Iruvande)
hru'hfirh - Head of a House