Solo Ain't no Party

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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Ain't no Party

Postby Ayatah on December 23rd, 2015, 5:32 pm

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32nd Winter, 515AV

“There ain’t no party like an Eypharian party because an Eypharian party is dutifully decorated and always a blast.”

Ayatah re Naphu murmured the little ditty to herself as she pranced about her apartment. It was dark – midnight, in fact – but even in the dreary light she could see that the place was not only messy but there was not one hint of decoration. She tsked to herself yet again, shaking her head in disappointment. Tomorrow was Kuame’s birthday! Where were the banners? The bunting?

She gasped.

Where was the cake?!

“Lazy, lazy Myrian.” She muttered, throwing a glowering look back towards the main bedroom of the flat. Beyond that door slept Ayatah the Mixed Blood. And, rather worryingly, deeper within her slept Ayatah the Myrian. Ayatah the Eypharian, the woman standing in the flat right now, was quite sure it was the latter of her selves who was to blame for the lack of birthday decorations.

The madness of this internal battle now taking place outside the sleeping Mixed Blood seem to elude the Eypharian, who was far more concerned why her six arms now only appeared to be two.

But it was no matter. A woman of her breeding could survive with no hands and still do a far better job at decorating and baking cakes than Ayatah the Myrian. She glanced down to the small collection of presents that she had bought earlier that day. All were for the Kuame, the birthday boy as of tomorrow. The presents included a toy sword (a gift pressed onto Ayatah’s mind by her very Myrian self) and a crisp white shirt (one that her Eypharian self had simply refused not to buy). Together with these two diverse gifts were also some chocolates, biscuits, a toy tiger and a blanket. Kuame liked soft things and appreciated the comfort they bought to him.

He was a sweet child, despite being of bad blood. There was no doubt in Aya’s Eypharian mind that there was no hint of Eypharian in his heritage. Myrian; yes. Eypharian? Certainly not. His features were too blunt and square. His eyes, however, given their bright blueness, made her think of the Benshira folk her people shared their desert home with.
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Ain't no Party

Postby Ayatah on December 27th, 2015, 8:35 pm

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Clapping her hands together – all two of them – Ayatah set about her task. There were always heaps of paper lying around the apartment, for herself to make academic notes and for Kuame to draw on. She had no trouble finding paper to cut up and decorate, and thankfully Ayatah had already picked up on of the double-bladed daggers from her bedroom.

Sitting down at the table, she began to slice up the piece of parchment into smaller triangles. Two, four, tweleve, twenty, thirty… She was soon drowning amongst paper triangles. But with each slice of her knife, Ayatah’s excitement grew. Oh, how she loved decorating! And she was so good at it, as well!

After cutting up a total of fifty triangles, Ayatah set about connecting them together with thread to creature bunting. She made four, long pieces of bunting, which Ayatah subsequently hung up in the hallway, kitchen and living room of her home. The final string of bunting she pinned up inside Kuame’s bedroom, squinting in the dark whilst the young boy snored quietly in his sleep.

There, now that looks a little better.

But it was still not enough for a proud Eypharian woman, who put everything into all that she did to ensure her success. More decorations, more joy, and the cake!

It was the latter which she worked on next. Thankfully, Ayatah the Mixed Blood had been shopping a few days earlier, and had stocked up on things needed for a cake. Eggs, flour, sugar butter; all in the kitchen. There was even some chocolate!

Though baking had never been Ayatah re Naphu’s strength, she was sure a woman such as herself could make a delicious chocolate cake. How hard could it be really?

First she mixed butter with sugar – which was hard, laborious work.

“I really ought to get a servant.” She murmured quietly as Aya massaged her wrists. Now more than ever she wondered where her other four arms had gone, but yet again she felt unbothered about this. Perhaps arms had a habit of walking off, like one would suspect legs would if they could somehow become separate from the body.

An egg was added to the batter, followed quickly by a second. Ayatah had not bothered with weighing things – she was a smart woman, she would work it out.

Only now the cake mixture looked a little… sloppy for her liking. She began to slowly add the flour, mixing the batter slowly until it became thick and combined. Finally, the chocolate was broken up into small pieces and added to the cake mixture.

Kuame would adore her efforts, she knew, and this made Ayatah want to make all the more effort for her beloved son. He appreciated so much and so easily that he, above all other children, deserved to be spoilt.
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Postby Ayatah on January 14th, 2016, 8:50 pm

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[left]Whilst her cake was baking, Ayatah turned her attention to cleaning up the apartment. The floor was swept with a broom and surfaces dusted with a piece of cloth. Housework was tiring! Within five chimes of scrubbing at a mysterious stain on the living room rug, Ayatah was sweating. Her muscles ached, as did her hands for gripping her cleaning rag.

But she continued to scrub, like a slave until her breath was short and her skin was clammy. Sighing and heaving herself up from the floor, Aya returned to the kitchen to investigate her cake. Though a little… burned on top, it looked just fine and filled the kitchen with a deliciously chocolate aroma.

“Aya?”

The Eypharian gasped and flinched, almost dropping the cake tin. “Kuame! You should be in bed.” She scolded lightly, twisting away from the boy’s prying eyes and hiding the browned cake from his view.

But, uncharacteristically for Kuame, he lingered in the doorway to the kitchen. He scratched his head, his expression screwed up in exhaustion, though the lad looked more confused than tired. “Wha-?” The word barely escaped his lips before he sniffed the chocolatey air. “Aya, what y’doing?” He asked, concluded with a huge yawn.

“Bed. Now, c’mon birthday boy.” She murmured gently, shuffling the boy out of the kitchen and back into his bedroom. “You’re half asleep as it is. Do you want me to read you a book again?” As Kuame slid in between the covers, still frowning up at his mother, Aya searched the floor for his favoured bedtime story. “Oh, where is it? I know it was here a moment ago…”

“Aya, why you speakin’ funny?”

Well, that silenced the two-armed Eypharian. She frowned, placed her hands onto her hips and queried, “What?”

“You’re talking weirdly.” He explained with another little shrug. Ayatah said nothing in reply, she was too puzzled. She remained crouched over his bed for the next few chimes, wordless but wanting to ask him more questions. Eventually, Kuame began to snore lightly as he returned back to the dreamscape, and Aya was left confused herself.

Her confusion briefly gave way to another sensation, and the Eypharian gasped and hurried out of Kuame's bedroom. She was felling that pull, that tug, when she was returning back to Ayatah the Mixed Blood. Helplessly she clung to the doorframe, as if that could somehow stop the inevitable. But her feeble attempt was pointless: within the next tick, there was nothing more than an empty space where the Eypharian had previously been.

And, standing in the doorway opposite, was a very tired, confused Mixed Blood.

"I'm going crazy." Ayatah mumbled grumpily as she returned to her bed, "I swear I could hear voices and smell chocolate."

But as lost as Ayatah thought her marbles were that night, nothing would prepare her for when the sight of a decorated apartment and a slightly burnt chocolate cake greeted her in the morning. /left]
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Ain't no Party

Postby Konrad Venger on March 13th, 2016, 3:10 am

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Hey, Ayatah! Once you get back and deduct your Winter Seasonal Expenses, I'll grade this up, no problem. PM me when you get back!

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