Taiga
Autumn swept across the Court of Seven like a blanket of deep reds, toffee tans, and tree bark browns. The sky above, which was glamoured as heavily as free reign magic saw fit, reflected those colors as if a giant body of water encompassed the capital and what imagery showed within its reach was displayed. The surface rippled at times, the flow sizzling with the seasons, though the shifting was calm in its current state. Winter was just around the corner. The whole of Arcadia, steeped in the beauty of the mirage ceiling, shined like a jewel bathed in radiance, though the creatures who called the crown city of their empire home didn't respect the artistry of the landscape. A world sculpted by hand, molded from the ether, yet not a single beautiful face turned in awe at such sights. Rising towers and open gardens, connected by pathways so clean, they were fit to lay across as one watched the enchanted sky.
Forgotten, as extravagance often was over countless years.
It was only Taiga who seemed wooed, struck by a sense of wonderment she knew directly related to her usual distance from the capital. Her work was elsewhere, in the realms of men, and nothing outside of Arcadia could compare to the majesty. Chest tightening, she felt overwhelmed yet also welcome. It was so strange to feel so strongly connected to one place, but the magic of the dimension smothered her senses in exhilaration and something akin to remorse as if she had lost a great deal to be among her kind. Or maybe she had lost more by being away from Arcadia for so long.
There was no right answer to the questions that plagued her conscious.
While the trees lining the walkway shifted and sang a song older than Taiga's kind, she noted the changes to her appearance. Her tattoos were gone, the scars she once bore now distant memories. Her eyes without the aid of glamour burned within their sockets like amethyst fires, the triad of purples circling counterclockwise around her stationary pupils. Outwardly, she was glowing, her skin pale and pristine like she had swallowed the moon and refused to release it back from whence it came. Had she missed being so beautiful? Perhaps at times when she was traveling with Nic through the darkness of the fleshlands, battle weary. Self-pity wasn't attractive, though neither was deceit.
She told herself time and time again that she would be honest with herself, even if she was not allowed the courtesy of such acts around other Fae.
The Fae did not lie directly. They were mastered of subtle roundabout thoughts, and cunning conversational tactics, but to lie to another being's face was unwise. To be caught was to be branded an oath breaker, and while Taiga was many things, she was none so heinous among the court of the Fae. Oath breakers were cast aside, their wings taken. There was no redemption, only ostracization. Most Fae took this to heart, as there were no current records of a Fae living for any prolonged extent of time after being cast out. Most chose to simply return to the lae lines in a bid at a new life, and as far as Taiga had considered such a thing, she felt she would do the same.
Fall foliage canopied the closing distance between the grand entrance of the Seven Wings and where she was, each step alive with the energy of the harvest, each stray leaf to fall dissolving just as it's drifting body met with the ground. The stronghold rose above her, threatening to breach that beautiful sky filling the horizon. A place of records, of politics, and of clans in power. History lived in the monolithic structure, written in the marble and glass, etched across the wood. An ivory township within a city of alabaster and pearl. At times, she wished for nothing more than to be far from the steps of the Seven Wings but now was different. There was a purpose in her stride, a reason for arriving unannounced to the only home she had known for thousands of years.
Taiga felt taller here, entering the hall to see the paintings of her ancestors aside other Fae notables. Without her glamour, she was inhuman in height and slender as a reed. All grace, swaying, without the disguise she insisted upon while living within a cage of humanity. Without a need to hide, Arcadia saw fit to deny it's residence the ability to do so. No personal glamour could withstand the auspex of the city, and so the woman was left to remain inhuman; a walking torch of blazing white with pinholes of mauve bleeding from her eyes. Haunting elsewhere, but a sight considered normal here among the Fae. The tapestries moved and reenacted battles and festivities, each telling a story of times long since passed.
Would she one day find her presence immortalized among the art of the castle?
A concept she didn't have resources to dwell on, the thought was pushed aside as the seven corresponding corridors branching from the choke point of the main hall came into view. Each bore the name of the clan connected, all seven houses represented in an almost plain manner, stripped of refinement so only carved stone lettering gave a sense of individuality. Vereaux to the farthest left, followed by Englos, Arden, Barris as the middle most path, Valencoste, Morandori, and finally the Quies on the far right; a semi-circle wrapping around the room. Clan Barris' nameplate was seated slightly higher than the rest, though the archways leading to their respective destinations were exact replicas of one another. No two differed, and the doors at the end of each corridor were equally similar. Some more used than others, especially in the case of the Arden, meaning that path had the most visitors over the ages.
It wasn't surprising that her clan's wing was so worn in, given the necessity of the Arden. For every Fae created, an Arden was assigned. They outnumbered the other clans ten to one. Even so, there was hardly anything formidable about the Arden, save for their talents as watchers, and ultimately, the keepers of the history of Fae. The other clans rarely argued with them for fear they would lose their dedicated historians, and the Fae were a vainglorious sort who needed that kind of adoration to thrive. The Arden rarely took offense to minor slights, as it was said they were most tolerant among the reigning clans, bearers of the best traits between the Englos and the Vereaux.
From three, there came to be six. From six, a seventh was forged. That was the start of the hierarchy at large; the council ruling the Faerie realm of Arcadia.
Her fiery gaze tore free as she walked towards the mouth of the corridor to her clan's wing, the barrier slowly wrenching itself open like the door of a massive safe. The inside appeared pitch black momentarily as she stepped through, though once the door had closed, light flooded around the great library as it materialized into existence. It appeared endless, the catacombs within the athenaeum collected over lifetimes of Arden watchers chronicling their charges. A collective of information brought to words by the diligent few who the clan could afford to keep behind. Arden in-between being dedicated to a charge, or those too frail to exist outside Arcadia were prime candidates. It was thankless labor with long hours and constant upkeep to maintain, but the prized few were exceptional in their efforts.
The Arden pursued the truth above all things so their annals were never lacking. Their kind deserved nothing less than a complete record.
A series of four wooden desks cut to crescents formed a circular center point to the great archive, and at one such desk, Caspian sat with his head bowed. His hands ran against the pages of an aged tome, the glow of his body a beacon inside the warmly lit gallery. She could tell he was busy, but his voice cut through relative silence when even his eyes dared not look.
"I know why you have come." Each pass his fingers made against the delicate parchment brought words to the page, the written message of thoughts spilling directly from his mind. Still standing, Taiga wished she knew just what that meant, but she didn't ask. Instead, she stepped closer before falling to her knees in the open before the gathering of tables.
"Des will need a replacement." Her skin burned slightly as the patriarch brought his scrutiny to his guest. "As well as a means to rest. Her essence remains elsewhere."
"She deserves better, doesn't she?" What mirth played Caspian's features was a lie. Taiga looked up to meet his gaze but was met with the lost feelings of home. Instead of warmth, they held emptiness. A tired ache that didn't belong behind such a handsome visage. It was as if she had come home, but there was no family to greet her. No furniture to remind her of the good times she had once associated with the house. She could pace the empty halls in search, but there was nothing left of what had once dwelt inside those walls. What remained frightened her, and his ache seemed contagious as she too felt it seeping through her very essence to corrupt her core.
There were tears in his eyes as he said, "It is so rare to lose one we love that I had forgotten this pain." Clapping shut the book he had been working in, Caspian beckoned Taiga to rise. She did so, immediately coming to sit in a chair next to the patriarch while his hands held hers. Perhaps he needed an anchor. A release from this sole burden he was meant to bear. Taiga wouldn't allow their leader to carry his pain alone, even if it meant rekindling the pain she had gone to great lengths trying to swallow before her return to the white city. "She was your sister. I expect the pain you feel is equal to my own."
"No." Taiga admitted quietly, her brow knitting while the flames of her eyes rested on the tri-colored hues Caspian possessed. Spinning, they resembled a whirlpool in the middle of the ocean, the three distinct shades of blue moving fast around his dilated pupils. "There is no loss that compares to the loss of a child."
Caspian sighed, and the sound tugged at Taiga's heart as if it were a stringed instrument only he was capable of playing. "And where do we place our blame this time? The cause of our anguish lies where?" The question itself seemed sharp and the words stung Taiga. She didn't want to answer, but she knew the truth. She knew who he meant. While she lowered her features to hide the tears in her eyes, Caspian did no such thing. His head remained high, kingly, as tears streamed down his cheeks. He didn't sob, but as surely as they sat there in the quiet of the library, he wept precious tears for the fallen Arden.
"That thing should receive no further watchers." Surprising herself with the words, Taiga must have shown her shock because Caspian released a hollow laugh.
"You know I cannot deny one of the Vereaux," He replied, a hand breaking the grasp they had maintained so he could wipe his eyes with the back of his knuckles. "Especially not the one who falsely wears our name."
"There must be a way to rid ourselves of her. Caspian, please, do not send another of my siblings to their slaughter. Des... Des should be treated as a cautionary example. Her memory deserves more than a replacement to fill her role. She isn't replaceable."
He seemed to be thinking, and for a moment, there were no words between the Arden pair. Then, slowly, Caspian explained, "We have lost many of our brothers and sisters through the years, Taiga. My children have been snuffed from creation for as long as I've had children. I cannot show favoritism towards Des' case, even if it pains me gravely to send another with the task Des was unable to accomplish." He sighed again, quietly, his face a mask of placidity betrayed only by his tone. "We may mourn her as we see fit, but our allegiance is to the truth of our kind, and to deny that Chance Vereaux is a catalyst would diminish our value with the council. Most of what we know of the scourge of the Vereaux was because of Des' efforts. We cannot let her hard work be wasted after she sacrificed so much."
Wanting to argue, but finding she couldn't, Taiga let free a resigned whisper of breath. Caspian, unaging and as close to immortal as their clan knew to exist, was right. She didn't have the heart to argue further, not with tears blotting her vision, increasingly hard to ignore in the way they decorated her lashes. Heatless fires were drowned by tears, eyes unable to see so long as the pain they held felt bold enough to present itself. She wanted to scream, to beg, to stomp and rage and feel the human feelings the fleshlands drew out of her body when she was far from the mute clutches of Arcadia. She knew then why she didn't wish to stay, to live among the other Fae in the decadence and splendor. There was only control her, and Taiga had grown accustomed to feeling more than the ghosts of emotions left by human interaction.
It was a wonder Caspian was capable of showing his emotions after so long removed from humanity. A leader as pure of heart as he deserved more than secondhand accounts of his family being destroyed by those they were entrusted to watch.
"Who do you plan to send as a replacement?" Taiga managed to ask, albeit softly. She had half a mind to pledge herself, but she was sworn to Nicholaus, and to abandon her charge for another was just another form of oath breaking. A contract between them existed, and not only Nic and herself knew this, but Caspian as well.
"I believe Laurie is the most suited for the task." He spoke in opinions because to state a fact would be a lie. No one could be certain just which Fae was fit to follow Chance Vereaux, and the more seasoned Arden were predisposed like Taiga, unable to volunteer even if they wanted to. Taiga recognized the name, though vaguely, as this was one of her younger siblings. Barely old enough to have finished studies and training. The skepticism worn on her face was enough to earn a nod from Caspian.
"Yes, I can tell you do not approve of my choice." He didn't sound angry, though he had right to be. Taiga was his child and an inferior that had no room to pass judgment on her superior's choices. "It was difficult to make. We are less than we were in numbers. Our best are unable to break an oath to their sworn charges, and many of our youngest are not ready to leave Arcadia. Laurie is what we have available to offer. Laurie is who we must put our trust into."
"Yes, Caspian." Taiga whispered, taking one parting glance at his strong features, the short sweep of his golden quills rich in color like sunlight through fresh honey. "I understand."
"Arrangements are being made for Des' return to the Dreaming, Taiga. I assure you that I will do my best to honor her memory, and word will be sent to all of your brothers and sisters when the time comes." Pausing, Caspian straightened his posture before his other hand was removed from Taiga, leaving her to clasp those unsteady palms together in her lap. "But you have come with other news, haven't you?"
In wake of discussing Des, it didn't seem appropriate to mention anything else. Not even Aisling and her plans she briefly spoke to Artemis about. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Can I talk about it for you?" As he always seemed, so too did Caspian come off knowledgeable of matters Taiga hadn't thought him aware of. At least, she believed it concerned Aisling, as her life otherwise was mostly chronicling Nic on his adventures, which left desperate few opportunities to adventure on her own. Not that she minded. She was old enough to have grown weary of traveling alone, and what was left to explore remained far from the safety of the mortal realm; far from Aisling. Nothing of that nature appealed to her sense of discovery. Sad as it was, it was the truth.
A Fae uncomfortable with the wanderlust accompanying her lifestyle. What a cruel cosmic joke.
"If you like, you may." Finally tending to her tears, the woman wiped them away in the same fashion as her creator, deliberately trying to remain attentive even as she did this. She had missed his voice like a sailor misses the scent of the sea. It was what remained of her upbringing, a reminder that no great challenge accomplished would compare to the peace their solemn wing of Arcadia brought her.
"You have never been in love before, but I hear that is the case now." The glimmer in his eyes made it seem so secretive as if Taiga hadn't mentioned it to another soul. He wanted to be her confidante, and she let him, matching his easy smile with one of her own.
"Yes. She is beautiful and bright. A sunrise. A moonbeam. She can speak to voices beyond." An air of whimsy clung to the words, their spill from her throat as natural as her need for the fortune teller in question. "She has a gift, Caspian. She is beyond what I know of humans. She is something entirely different."
"Your paramour sounds divine." His head tilted as he asked thoughtfully, "But do you worry about her life?"
"What do you mean?"
Gesturing openly with his hands, Caspian rose from his seat and padded softly away, wings against his back sharing the coloration of a falcon. "Do not forget who you are, Taiga Arden. A woman of mortal blood is a blessing, of course, but also a great liability. Fragility will be seen, and some might wish to capitalize on that weakness." He rubbed the stubble at his cheek, unable to entirely rid himself of facial hair even when they were safe from humanity's influences. He had spent too many years among the flesh, and so did the patriarch permanently change over time. Aged in a way. His height towered even at the distance between them, broad shoulders slumping ever so slightly. "I worry for your heart as much as I worry for your body. Your essence will always return to the Dreaming, and you will be born anew - but the rest can be broken. An old soul like myself wishes only the best for my fledglings."
Turning back to Taiga, he added in a whisper that had no issue carrying to where she remained seated, "Promise you will be careful. Be her protector, her champion, but Taiga, do not be a martyr for this woman."
There was that feeling again, the distant call of rage that she couldn't manipulate in Arcadia. There were no means to harness the anger, not a viable outlet to explore the depths of her fury. Instead, it was a nagging sensation. It ate at her stomach, her chest, and up to her shoulders. It caused her wings to jitter violently, though even that was no more than a show. Mouth opened only to close, her words stuck halfway up her throat like she was choking. It was the best she could do not to scream at him, irrational as it may have seemed. Steeling herself as she forced herself to stand, the easing of her muscles followed suit while her hands wrung anxiously.
"I know my place!" Managing not to snarl, the message still sounded arrogant. Inappropriate. "I'm not stupid..."
"No, my dear, you have never been stupid... But you are willful, and you know the tales as well as I do. Our hubris is the key to our undoing." Walking back to Taiga, Caspian wrapped his long arms around her much thinner frame and pressed a kiss against the crown of her head. "Please try to be safe. Keep Aisling safe as well. She makes your glow that much brighter, and to see you smile, I know she is worth one of my most valuable treasures."
She didn't struggle nor did she wish to, given how rare she had contact with other Fae. She just leaned into his chest and sighed with each breath, trying to maintain a relative calm to match their tranquil library. "I will continue to try, Caspian. I always do."
Another kiss was planted atop the first, into the spill of her mauve tresses, before he released her gently. "Now you must go. The longer you stay, the harder leaving will be."
Catching herself biting her bottom lip, Taiga took a few careful steps backward. "Never forget I love you very much. I worry about you as well. I worry more than anyone realizes, and it pains me to be so far from the clan. From you." Her smile was a meager thing, all tilted lip corners and forced muscle control.
"And I, you." Nodding, he looked elsewhere, reminiscent. "You remind me very much of your mother, Taiga. Gods, how unruly she could be when she believed she was doing the right thing. You never knew when she was angry or just passionate." He looked back to Taiga with a hearty chuckle. "Oh, but she knew love and could love more fiercely than any other Fae I have encountered. She said it was our greatest strength, stolen from humanity but perfected by the Fae."
"You rarely speak of her." It had come so abruptly to hear Caspian speak of Mercai that Taiga almost missed the praise implied. "I know it hurts you the most out of all of us to think of her gone."
"But the pain I feel is worth the years she was mine. I would carry this pain for eternity for the memories I am lucky enough to retain." His hand brushed over the cover of the tome before giving it a reassuring pat. "Her life lives on here, so here is where I stay with her."
Taiga, usually so long winded, left in silence. Thinking of family. Thinking of more than that. No, it was of the clan and their commitments. Of their importance. Once, Taiga had believed they were the least necessary clan in the realms, bogged down by paperwork and history lessons. Only then, as she left Caspian, did she realize just how important the Arden were.
"Where would our history go without us?" She murmured, alone and headed back to the breach in the veil. "Would we cease to be?" She decided they would. Dreams had brought them to life, but how they remained ripe with vitality relied heavily on those recollections cataloged in the great library.
Where Caspian guided his flock and tended to the stories of their brethren clans.
The only place Taiga considered home.
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