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Syhera Ki'hadi celebrates her 26th birthday.

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The awkward tension between the two seemed to evaporate a bit, Peake grinning like a young boy and beaming, leaving Hera’s smile to feel more genuine. The man before her was standing as if he just won a prize, and the Biqaj rolled her eyes at the jumping of his chest. She almost told him not to be cocky, but Syhera enjoyed his happiness at her acceptance, feeding it to her vanity. Despite their differences their last meeting, it made her feel wanted. And she liked that, a bit impressed that they were willing to keep trying… whatever this was.

Arms reached out and pulled her close into a fast hug, like being cradled by a bear, Peake was as large and almost just as hairy. She allowed it, the heat between them radiating, and then it was gone. He pulled away to turn towards the slow sounds of the beach, the somber and hesitant tone of before creeping back. He looked to her face, and his hand enveloped her own. Not quite sure what to expect, Hera waited with a straight expression, as he urged her to gather her things and leave. Ordered, more than urge, perhaps. But the meaning was there, and she was reminded of the seriousness of the season.

Peake was so tired. So stressed. Tired. And she could see that plainly now, no longer ignoring him in selfish fashion. Before her was a man that enjoyed her company and wished to spend genuine time with her – to ignore him would be a cruel act in such a difficult time. It was true, she knew something terrible was coming. She lowered her eyes to their hands, nodding obediently at his words. There were times to fight, and times to listen.

“You say that as if I might argue,” she smirked with a bit of dark teasing, turning his hand over in her palm, and noting the scarred calluses. Her own fingers were thin and soft, delicate little things that suggested a spoiled life, despite hardships. And here he was, a baron who owned an entire city, but his hands signified struggle. It was a poetic contrast, “…I’ve been preparing,” she admitted, with a sigh. The docks… Lowtown… had been in waiting for their slaughter. They rushed, fled, and bragged about wanting a fight. But they all knew the truth – danger was at their doorstep, and only a few would survive if they were attacked.

Hera intended to be one of them. She traced the creases of his palm with a painted nail, eyebrows furrowing in calculation. She had seen Peake destroy and shatter with these very hands, but she could see just how hard they tried to preserve and protect.. In the issue of preserving her family and livelihood, they two were aligned, and she dropped his hand, “The ship’s in pretty bad condition,” The sails still needed to be finished stitching after being viciously cut by a knife, and the vessel hadn’t left port in some time. She wasn’t even sure it would be able to handle it, “But I have a plan.”

Because of course she did, “There is no need to strain resources on us. If I can’t make it work, I can call upon the lovely little contract Brice Jervous signed with me,” Finally a place to utilize her business savvy, and she felt a strong sense of pride, “In the event the trade agreement is challenged through circumstances outside of the control of signees, the more successful party will provide aid for a upwards of a season. At the end of offered assistance, payment for services will be distributed, reparations, etcetera, etcetera,” she flashed a cheeky grin up at her lord and shrugged, “Never sign without reading, love. Fine print.”

“But,” she paused, remembering she was working as part of a team and not calling all the shots. Good leaders had to know how to follow, “If he refuses, or I can’t… I will be in touch.”

Peake was in a war. Thinking of her when he had more pressing matters would be unwise. But she was relieved to know there was someone else on her side. She didn’t have to worry so much about failing. She held out a hand for him to start walking back, and fell into step beside him, “Now, it’s my birthday party, and your city still stands,” she lightly reminded with a soft smack to his thick bicep, as they walked, “So, I plan to enjoy it while I can. Did I see you bring me a present?”

The group of Biqaj came into sight, and Hera waved to the waiting. Most continued to drink and dance, not irritated by her disappearance. A few stared, curious, but when Hera looked to them, they averted their eyes with smiles. The twins grinned like devils beside the bonfire waiting to be lit, and Roxanna took a swig of a bottle.

Hera separated from her fiancé and floated to where the pile of gifts lay, a few already beginning to gather as the red head touched the boxes with reverence, “Decisions, decisions.”
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            Peake felt mild relief as the female began explaining her situation. The male that would’ve argued and yelled at her was not present, the one that would’ve thrown furniture or roared to the skies upon her partial refusal to do what he told was nowhere to be found. Instead, Peake merely nodded. Syhera was a big girl – not only chest-wise. Her mind was a finely tuned instrument, and it was clear that she knew how to wield it. Not very clear, in truth, but Peake had, nonetheless, placed some faith and trust upon it. He couldn’t argue with her.
            “I trust you,” he’d reply, closing the matter with his statement. An eyebrow quirked, awaiting the female’s ego to bloat. If there was one thing he knew about in this world, that was ego.

            Following after her through the light dunes of sand, the pair once again re-entered the social reunion. Even from the distance he felt the stares of the twins, the shivers running down his spine under the presence of their smirks. Benji used to say that a woman could never change a man’s mind, and so Peake had believed it. Now, he knew that it took twins to sway a man as easily as a flag. Eyes moving down at the female upon her words, a somewhat dubious smile making its way to his lips.
            “Yes, I brought you something.” A nervous pause. “It’s nothing much, so don’t get your hopes up…”

            Al last, they reached the party – properly this time, something made known by the loud music, cheerful claps, and the occasional belch coming from one of the twins. As Syhera moved towards her pile of offerings, surely feeling like a sort of Goddess, Peake awkwardly tried to fit in. Unused to these sort of casual social gatherings, his eyes floated towards the only individuals he knew. Gwynthera was the first one he set his sights upon, the female being busy with a cheerful conversation with relatives. Even when she laughed and her features wrinkled, Peake admired just how beautiful and perfect she was as a mother. His eyes then floated to the one kid Peake had tried to be nice to, now looking somewhat pale and not as jolly as when Peake found him. Oops. Finally, they floated over to the twins, two silent birds that stared back with nothing but slightly mocking smirks, which Peake was beginning to loathe by now.

            Moving towards the table of feasts, Peake armed himself with a glass, which he filled with some sort of red juice. It wouldn’t be watermelon for sure, but it wasn’t alcohol either, as all the youngsters’ drinks were filled with whatever this was. As he rose said glass to his lips, and tasted the cherries, Peake’s brown eyes laid upon the darkening horizon, where two silhouettes waited atop one of the distant dunes. The remnants of light did not serve to hide their golden armors, their correct poise, and the silver cloaks that fluttered with the occasional breeze. It seemed that his little escapade had to come to an end, as war waited for no man – especially one like Peake. Sighing, Peake spun on his heels.
            “Come on, open them already!” he’d call out, loudly, with a grin. “We want to eat cake!”

            Most adults did not share Peake’s enthusiasm, but all the children did. How ironic.
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                      It was true that the plethora of gifts before her made her equal parts excited and proud, flattered to an enormous extent simply from the turn out at such a meager celebration. Her hands ran along the offerings, their simple wrapping. Some weren't concealed at all, and it seemed very obvious which one Peake had brought. It was small, rectangular and wrapped in the prettiest paper coverings. A ribbon and bow as well, which were so precisely done, Hera wanted to congratulate the slave that wrapped it.

                      Unless... it had been her fiance? Syhera almost laughed out loud from the thought, and her hand hovered over it, before snatching up the gift beside it. She lowered her eyes to it, a teasing smile pulling at her lips as she refused to look at the bearded man, “What's this?” she asked, lifting it up.

                      ”That's from us,” the twins waved above the heads of other family members, slithering to the front to watch her open it up. Hera arched an eyebrow, almost scared to see what her cousins had produced for her, but when she opened up the box, she found two lovely stiletto blades, beautiful in their simplicity. Hera admired them, and then her own reflection on the medal.

                      “They're lovely,” the red head complimented, turning one over in her hand and lifting it up to admire its sharpness. About the length of her forearm, in truth, she was surprised to find they were not cutlasses – a blade more common among her people. These seemed to fit her better, easily concealed and wickedly sharp; details no doubt considered by her crafty blood. The personal touch was nice.

                      The twins couldn't help commenting further, “They can be slid between the ribs,” to demonstrate, her cousin pretended to hold the blade and stab her sister. The victim added, “Right beneath the armor,” The girls grinned, their Cheshire smiles unsettling to those not always familiar with their humor.

                      ”Quite the start,” Hera held up her hand and her mother stepped forward from the group to take them from her, “Let's hope I have no use for them,” she winked at the sisters and moved on to the next gift, a few coins in a pouch. A fishing net. A new hand mirror. All very simplistic gifts, but Hera took the time to personally thank each of her family and friends.

                      It didn't take long, a few gifts left before she finally looked up to meet Peake's eyes. She said nothing, reaching down and cradling the beautiful gift in her hands. Truly she had no idea it was and resisted the urge to feel the sides and guess. Sanctimoniously, she pulled at the bow, the ribbon undressing and with patient fingers, pulled away the wrapping.

                      Hera said nothing as she looked at the cover in her lap, her fingers tracing over the title and binding. In that moment, her face was unreadable, a shock settling in her core. She cracked open the cover and found a handwritten message. To Peake, from his mother. His deceased mother. She recalled the portrait hanging in Benji's office – a dark haired woman with a mournful, straight expression. He liked to read... poetry? He was giving her this gift, from someone he no longer had in his life?

                      Rhymes by The Veteran of Venora

                      Suddenly a great fondness struck her at such a personal gift – perhaps Peake himself did not consider it so, but Hera did and she took her time to turn the page, bright eyes running along the words greedily. When her attention lifted to settle back upon the giver, she handed off the book without a word and rose from the spot she had been sitting. Imagining Peake reading was so... strange... unexpected. But she liked it.

                      Moving past her kin, Hera came to a stop before her fiance, traces of her hot anger gone like a wisp of smoke. She ran her hands up his chest and stood on her tip toes to wrap her hands behind his neck, pulling him down so she could tilt her head and lean in. He smelled different than the last time she saw him. No longer smelling of sweat and rage, being free from heavy armor made him much more alluring and her lips pressed against his in an inviting kiss.

                      Far different from the first one they shared, where she had been desperately trying to convince neighbors of their romance, this one was far sweeter, enticed by gentle reasoning and honest pursuant of affection. If Peake was interested in her past just what their agreement could provide, he deserved an honest shot. She pulled him closer, her lips parting slightly at the promise of a deeper kiss but she pulled way just barely. Hovering with their faces so close, Hera could feel his breath on her mouth, as well as the soft caress of his beard on her chin, “You're a very good gift giver,” her praised softly, lifting a hand to cup his cheek. He had tasted sweet and smelled of watermelon. How fitting. A small smile as she stared into his maddeningly deep eyes, “Remind me to return the favor.” She winked, a flash of burning silver and pulled away to return to her seat.

                      She lifted a hand for the next gift, and continued the ceremony. More thanks were exchanged, Hera ignorant of the proud smile Gwynthera was beaming at Peake. He had done well, and when it was all done, the mother lifted her hands, “Now! How about some cake!”

                      A line began to form at the table, some of the cousins jostling one another and spilling their rum. Hera waited patiently, knowing very well she would receive the first piece. She was the birthday girl, after all and moved to where she would be expected to make a wish. Leaning over the pastry, a number of candles were decorated and lit, and Hera closed her eyes, thinking of what she wanted.

                      Everyone began to chant a song in Rakahi, and a number of wishing possibilities popped into her mind – both the selfish and unselfish. When Hera opened her eyes, her lips opened to inhale and she pushed out a deep breath, watching each flame flicker and die. The smoke rose upwards and her family cheered. She was officially 26.
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                                The attention seemed to shift from Peake’s hairy frame to the delicate and graceful frame of his fiancé. The guests gathered around, and each of them carried a plate, a glass, a child, or the hand of their loved ones with them. Being a polite guest, Peake steered clear of obstructing the sight of those stuck behind him, as he was a rather large obstacle most of the time. His luck had apparently been blessed by whatever entity supervised one’s fate, and his gift was not yet touched, to which Peake felt grateful.

                                Gifts came and went, unwrapped or merely loft from the pile, as not all donors had taken the time to hide them beneath colorful, festive papers. Nonetheless, Syhera Ki’hadi, woman of grace and tact, split her lips and flashed her smile to everyone, equally, regardless of her opinion of the gifts. Peake was smiling too, perhaps biased into it by the relationship they both shared, by the troubles they had overcome, and by the epilogue that was yet to be written. Like a piece of art, Syhera was a woman that could capture the eye and never let go, and yet never inspire protests in those that stared. The way she moved, the way she smiled, or how her eyes peered towards an individual was truly mesmerizing.
                                Only upon glancing towards his flank Peake realized he was not alone in his admiration. Everyone stared, and everyone smiled. They too had been seduced by Syhera’s grace, by her innocent joy, and her carefree elegance. He couldn’t recall ever seeing her like this, blessed with this aura, no matter how many occasions they had met before. Maybe the mask she often wore hid it well.

                                At last, it was his turn to be judged and thanked, apparently, as Syhera’s gentle digits peeled off his gift’s mask, and revealed the old tome he very well knew. The Veteran of Venora, an unidentified author and without much success, had been Peake’s obsession for the biggest part of his university studies. What had started as a mere research paper had lead Peake to discover the two works of the author, a book of sentimental and romantic rhymes, and a book of short, heart-breaking short stories. Time had proven that Syhera and he were not so similar in a lot of ways and preferences, and perhaps he was once again mistaken with her likes in terms of gifts. Perhaps a harpoon, shiny jewelry, or a crimson thong would’ve been more appropriate, thought Peake, as he awaited for a reaction that did not came. Instead, she began walking towards him.
                                Each step the female took in his direction made his anxiety escalate further and further. Like many times before, Peake’s body stiffened immediately, a general muscular contraction preparing him for a possible slap, a disappointed sigh, or a mere shake of her head. For all he knew, this was the last time they would ever meet, and so Peake tried to minimize whatever damage the female would inflict him with.
                                “It… It was stupid, I’m sorry,” he muttered, his frown increasing exponentially. “Should’ve brought you some jewelry or somethi---“


                                It happened without much of a warning; before he knew it, her lips were already claiming his. Be it wild desperation or a lustful assault, he found himself kissing her back, pressing his lips further and further against her, delighting himself with her taste. Maybe it was the lack of a female’s touch in a long time what made him consider if he should drop his glass, if he should raise her and take her to the table, sweep off all the items she was gifted and claim her once and for all, right there and then. Even if her family was there to witness, Peake felt far too scared of the incoming battle to die without ever making her his.

                                And perhaps, she had sensed this rabid urge of his, and so before his yearning conducted him to madness, she had retreated. Her perfume and the sea salt was all he was left to experience now, along with the heat her flesh radiated next to him. Forever a tease, it seemed. Eyes went agape, and his lips split in a somewhat morose smirk at her compliment. Cats and books had lured her close to him, and yet they still were complete strangers, and they had lived without the touch of the other. Act or no act, Peake’s frustration knew no limits. Two hundred and fourteen trials – number mentally calculated thanks to the surge of testosterone – since the trial they met, and this was the first time they lips had properly touched. In many ways, it was disappointing. In many others ways, it had been worth the wait.

                                Peake replied nothing, and his woman retreated, leaving him bereft of her cover. The guests’ eyes stared and judged the male, whom felt completely naked now. It was Gwynthera’s smile what brought him back to reality, and burned whatever yearning had tried to possess him. The ashes of his craving manifested on his cheeks, flushed like those watermelons he adored so much, shining for everyone to see. Gwynthera moved close, and with that satisfied smug of hers, she patted the male’s arm, without saying a word.
                                “It… it was stupid…” he mumbled, clearing his throat.
                                Gwynthera hummed a ‘Mhm’, returning her attention towards the rest of the ceremony.
                                “… I remembered she liked professors, and, you know…” continued Peake, still mumbling. “… I thought it was fitting, I don’t know…”
                                Gwynthera patted his arm once again, before she retreated somewhere else. It was obvious that she didn’t want to encourage the mumbling idiot’s insecure ranting – mostly for his own good.

                                Before Peake could escape the insecurity, lines were formed and chants were sang, to which he helped by clapping along and mumbling unfathomable words; his knowledge of not extending to birthday songs. The cake he had brought, a large cream-based pastry adorned with slices of kiwi fruits, and topped off with a large watermelon-flavored gelatin in the shape of a red pepper, was extinguished from the fire that plagued it’s candles, and a sharp knife began slicing and serving it piece by piece. Although there was plenty for everyone, Gwynthera limited Peake’s portion greatly, shooting a judgmental glance towards the belly that ungracefully pushed past his open shirt. Peake would’ve protested in the past, but this once he could only smile.

                                Cream and kiwis, thought Peake whilst he delighted in the dessert. Facing the ocean once again, which had been swallowed by the darkness, Peake couldn’t help but remember the origin of the inside joke he refused to forget. It had been an afternoon when they had they date in the countryside, eating and laughing with cream and kiwis, in a day full of light and hope. Now, as the night had claimed the beach in its night, and Peake delighted in the same flavors, he felt how the loop closed. What he believed had started their relationship would be what closed it.


                                The perfect finale.
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                                          Comments: I really loved reviewing this thread. The language used, from Syhera's practical descriptions to Peake's more flowery poetic prose, was very engaging, and gave a lot of insight into how each character thinks. For having a simple premise --attending a birthday party-- there was a lot of stuff to dig into concerning each PC's relationship to the other. I loved the awkwardness and uncertainty between them at first, neither knowing what it was the other wanted. And it had a sweet ending (literally!). I actually learned a lot about both characters. Peake, who I always looked at as something of a villain, showed more of a softer side, plus I loved the levity he brings, despite the seriousness of his character (the bouncing pectorals and describing Syhera's breasts as 'watermelons'). And Syhera-- your writing in general is just spectacular; for example, your succinct, imaginative descriptions like having 'foreign eyes'.

                                          I did want to note, however, Syhera, that you may want to make Gwyn a personal NPC if you haven't already. I didn't notice her on your CS, but if I recall correctly you've used her in quite a few threads already? I looked, but didn't see her in the city NPC list either, so if you plan on Gwyn being a relatively large part of Syhera's life (considering it seems they live together?), perhaps you should have her approved in the Narrator Support forum.

                                          For both of you I didn't see any true mistakes in grammar or spelling, so good job there!
                                          CS: CS is approved and up-to-date.

                                          Knowledge:
                                          Appraisal: Determining if someone is a good person
                                          Appraisal: Knowing when punishment is deserved
                                          Appraisal: Noticing the nuances of conversation
                                          Fauna: Sea snails: Leave trails in the sand near the waterline
                                          Biqaj: Party on the beach
                                          Biqaj: Wear shells in the hair
                                          Biqaj: Usually favor cutlasses
                                          Biqaj: Speak Rakahi
                                          Blades: Stiletto daggers: Easily concealed and wickedly sharp
                                          Brice Jervous: Has a contract to aid you
                                          Business Management: Arranging a beneficial contract between parties
                                          Business Management: Never sign without reading the fine print
                                          Child care: Cleaning up a sick child
                                          Child care: Cheering up a pouting kid
                                          Cosmetology: Dressing appropriately for prying eyes
                                          Cosmetology: Weaving shells into the hair
                                          Cosmetology: Painting your nails
                                          Detection: The perfect beach-party setting
                                          Detection: Recognizing reluctance in a person's posture
                                          Detection: Recognizing another's exhaustion
                                          Discipline: Being on time
                                          Discipline: Swallowing your pride
                                          Etiquette: Playing a good host
                                          Etiquette: Making small talk
                                          Etiquette: The person of honor gets the first piece of cake
                                          Leadership: Good leaders know how to follow
                                          Location: Andaris coastline
                                          Logistics: War causes economic troubles
                                          Logistics: Relying on money saved
                                          Logistics: Preparing for war
                                          Logistics: During war outside distractions are unwise
                                          Medicine: Too much excitement and a full stomach can cause illness
                                          Peake Andaris: Sent a letter to Gwynthera to apologize
                                          Peake Andaris: Still engaged to you
                                          Peake Andaris: An alcoholic
                                          Peake Andaris: Apologized
                                          Peake Andaris: Gave you a cat named Foreskin
                                          Peake Andaris: A dubious relationship, without promises
                                          Peake Andaris: Will aid you if in need
                                          Peake's mother: Deceased
                                          Psychology: Listen to your instincts
                                          Roxanna and Sasha: Twins
                                          Roxanna and Sasha: Your cousins
                                          Roxanna and Sasha: Give massages
                                          Sasha: Plays the lute
                                          Your family: Mostly unwelcoming towards Peake

                                          Loot: Please note that I PM'd Kingdom about receiving these gifts because technically, NPC's are not allowed to give gifts that the PC did not pay for from their own ledger. However, I wondered if an exception might be given for a birthday thread, thus the PM! I'll get word to you when I get a response! Until then, perhaps don't yet add them to your inventory, okay? +2 stiletto blades from the twins. +5gn. +1 small fishing net. +1 hand mirror. +Other unspecified gifts.

                                          EDIT: Okay, so Kingdom reaffirmed that NPC's are not currently allowed to give gifts like this. So, if you want any of the gifts presented to Syhera by NPC's, please deduct their cost from your ledger! Thanks!

                                          However, Peake's gift can be added to your inventory right now, as I'm assuming he will pay for it/already had it. +1 copy of Rhymes by The Veteran of Venora, inscribed to Peake from his deceased mother.

                                          Also, just wanted to mention that the food and things supplied for the party (candles, cutlery, etc) should probably be paid for, unless you otherwise work out something with Kingdom or another prophet. I'm leaving these things out of this review because I believe the announcement (see the New Features thread) was made after you'd already posted, but anything you use, consume, or otherwise have in a thread like this needs to be accounted for either in your inventory or ledger. Just a heads up for threads in the future!

                                          And, I would have nominated you for your birthday medal but it looks like you've already got it, so congratulations! ^_^

                                          Injuries: No injuries.
                                          Fame: +1 fame for a general good deed (accepting Peake's apology), +5 for hosting an event.
                                          TOTAL = +6 fame.
                                          Devotion: No devotion.

                                          Story: 5/5
                                          Collaboration: 5/5
                                          Structure: 5/5
                                          Magic: You CANNOT use the XP awarded for magic.
                                          Feel free to PM if you have any comments, questions, or concerns!
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