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New Connections Amidst Chaos (Bron)

Postby Kelski on March 11th, 2018, 4:55 pm

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The Kelvic felt incredibly comfortable around the father daughter pair. And if pressed to say why, Kelski wouldn’t be able to answer. She liked Bron’s touch too, almost coveted it, and freely melted into the girls support when she offered it. Kelski was also relieved that Bron seemed to be getting better by the chime. Normally she’d fuss, but since Matrim hadn’t seemed concerned, Kelski decided to follow his lead and let Bronwen make her own decisions on whether she was okay or not.

The Kelvic hadn’t minded that the Syliran Knight hadn’t returned her slight affection. She was used to men being rough, brutal even, and had not encountered those that gave comfort or showed concern. He was, in that, no different than his peers in Sunberth that Kelski had ran across.

“Help me?” Kelski looked puzzled. She wasn’t sure she needed help, but she let the conversation flow onward and didn’t press the subject. The Kelvic did however note Bron saying her father was an honorable man. He wouldn’t hurt her? No, all men hurt women. It was just how the world worked. Kelski touched Bron’s shoulder a moment, gently, as if acknowledging her words, but she didn’t say anything. It was most likely that this rather large man in front of her sheltered her daughter from what really happened between men and women. It was an ugliness in the world the Kelvic wanted no part of.

The Kelvic could see a myriad of thoughts in the young woman’s eyes, but none of them made sense to her. She understood fear, pain, uncertainty, but Bronwen seemed to not have any of those. Instead, there were questions that went unspoken. Kelski wanted to ask about what she saw in the girls eyes, but she remembered Thorne and how the girl had wanted to take her home… how she’d entertained Darvin in the back alley and then claimed it was all for Kelski… which was something the Kelvic hadn’t wanted to ever see again.

“It’s a sign of nothing for me.” The Kelvic said irritably, responding to Bronwen’s comments about piercings. “It’s a way for him to control me, hurt me, and make me ashamed. He is a hedonist, my owner, and wants his things decorated to the point of being garish. I understand the subtleties of beauty. My jewelry designs are simple and timeless and things anyone would be proud to wear. But over and over he makes me sit at my bench and make things that are too much… too gaudy… ugly even. Jewelry should enhance or highlight something, not overwhelm it. But if you argue, he’ll call a minion in and add a new piercing. Then he will weigh it down with something heavy. He’ll put them in places no jewelry should be… and then display it to someone he wants to covet what is his, never letting them touch or taste. And the bitterness and resentment grows. My owner is ill of the mind.” She said softly, knowing if they were going swimming together, Bron would see just exactly what Kelski was talking about.

“Thank you for… trying to see light in the darkness. But sometimes it is only dark and one should be enough to just let it be dark.” Kelski said, her grey eyes meeting Bron’s gaze. The girl leaped the puddle beside the woman, both of them walking with Matrim now who strode as if he were a man on a mission.

When Bron said her words, her flattery, Kelski reached out and stopped her… interrupting her train of thought. “I am not a woman, Bronwen. Thank you for thinking so and thank you for saying I should be treated as a beautiful woman… but I don’t want that. They are subservient and usually on their back or knees. I am a Sea Eagle and I need no one to treat me as anything like that, especially not here. If I did not wear a collar and have an owner, I would be in the sky and away from here. Humans… the humans here… are decayed. There is something wrong with each and every one of them. If I could, I’d fly away and never wear skin again. Women hate you because of your features. Men just want to dominate you, holding you down and putting their bodies in yours to show you how powerful they are by hurting you. Being human is horrible. Being on the wind, hunting, living free is much better.” She said firmly, knowing her words to be true.

By this time they’d reached the shore, Matrim was already swimming. His dive was clean and he looked like a seal … albeit a very large seal… diving into the water. Kelski was surprised he wore clothing and Bronwen had something on under her outfit as well. Why would they get their clothing wet? The Kelvic shrugged and stripped to her skin, revealing that she did indeed have piercings in places no one should have them and an ugly brand on her right buttock in the style of the Sun’s Birth gang. It was still healing, partially scabbed over where someone had pressed a hot iron into her flesh. She acted as if it didn’t bother her.

When Matrim waded towards them, Kelski paused, watching him a moment. He looked like a predator but there was nothing predatory in his manners. The contrast in the scene gave her momentary pause. How could men look strong and not particularly aggressive? Darvin certainly was. Her owner was as well. Kelski glanced at Bron, taking her ques from the woman. Bron wasn’t getting into the water yet, but Kelski wasn’t going to let that stop her.

Wading into the water, Kelski splashed around happily until she could sink down into the water up to her neck and grin. “I don’t have underthings, so it’s my skin or me fully dressed and I don’t want Darvin to find me with my borrowed clothing soaked.” Kelski said, indicating the neat pile she’d carefully made on top of her prized kidskin boots. Then she frolicked around, dipping her head down and putting her face under the water to splash water up and over her hair and down her back. The action looked exactly like a bird bathing, splashing in and throwing water up on her back. She laughed, carefree, and splashed some more.

Matrim looked at Bron and raised an eyebrow. He beckoned her into the water. “Did I hear her say she was a Kelvic? It explains so much.” He said, gripping his daughter’s hand and walking her backwards into the water. He kept an eye on the playful Kelvic, understanding as only a father with two precocious daughters could, that the slave had to get her delight out of her system before Kelski could actually pay attention to a lesson.

“Now Bron… there’s two things you need to learn first. We have to get you both floating, and then we have to get you both treading water. Floating isn’t hard. People naturally float. The air in our lungs help, but our bodies are very buoyant anyhow.” He kept a grip on her hand and smiled an encouragement at her. “I’ll keep a hold of you but lean back, like you are gently falling onto a soft bed, and let the water pick you up and hold you. Arch your back, spread your arms out… I’m right here if you get nervous…. But do as I say and you’ll float like a champ…” He said with a rumble, watching his daughter with pride.

Kelski, despite her play, had been listening. She moved so she could watch Matrim help Brom and did what he said, lifting her arms out to her sides perpendicular to her body and leaned back, letting her feet come off the bottom and the water hold her. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once. She jerked a couple of times, losing the relaxation that came with her success and falling into the water. But she kept trying, arching her back a little more until she felt a big hand under her back, holding her up.

Matrim had moved to stand between the two young ladies… as both Kelski and Bron floated. Kelski could touch Bron’s right arm with her left one, their two limbs intertwining as they moved their arms keeping their bodies afloat. Matrim’s arms were stretched out, one cupping the small of Bron’s back, supporting her gently, the other stretched out doing the same for Kelski. He muttered encouragement to both of them.

“Good… very good… ready to learn to tread water?” He asked, gently giving them both a guiding hand back to a bit more shallow water so they could put their feet down.
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New Connections Amidst Chaos (Bron)

Postby Bronwen on March 18th, 2018, 12:32 am

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Bronwen was very quiet when she and Kelski reached the shore. The Kelvic's words had broken something small within the Syliran's spirit that Bron couldn't place. To think that this woman's, this female's, body was being used to control and punish such a friend that Bron was sure to find in Kelski was unthinkable. Some men were cruel, but she wanted the Kelvic to know that not all men were cruel, but how to get this understanding across to her new friend, the woman didn't know. Maybe Kelski would see the gentle kindness in her father and know that, at least, he was different.

When Kelski disrobed, it was all Bron could do not to gape, for true to her word, the Kelvic was not unlike a human pin cushion. Metal dotted her flesh and hung in very painful places, indeed, but it was the mark on her bottom that made Shiress wince. It made her heart wince, just has much as it made her stomach, but to see Kelski so happy, as she played in the water, made Bron smile past the concern.

Mat pulled his daughter from her sympathetic reverie. "Yes," she replied, "a sea eagle, but Father," she turned doleful grey eyes on the Knight, "her master uses piercings as a punishment and other things.." Bron could see the muscles of Mat's jaw work, as he mastered his contempt. "Well," he said, "we can show her that humanity can be different." And he did, for Bron never once saw her Father look at Kelski's nudity any different than he would herself, his daughter.

Floating was a new thing to the Syliran born brunette. It terrified her. To no end. Over and over Bron's head dipped below the surface of the water and she came up spluttering and coughing, scrambling for a handhold as if her life depended upon it, even though if she stood up the water would be waist high. Swimming was a new concept for Bron, because bathing had been the most she had done with submerging herself into the depths of water and the fearful woman suddenly fell into a panic.

"No, Father!" nails bit into Mat's arms as his daughter pleaded with him, "I dont want to go any further in!" Bron shoved soaked hair from her face as she spoke, but her Father only smiled, knowingly. Mat applied gentle pressure to Kelski's back, bracing her against the waters current. "Do you trust me?" Mat asked Bron, then, looking down, he caught his daughters eyes, tone lowering. "Do you trust me, Bronwen Druva?" Bron stared at her Father a tick before answering. "I do trust you." she said. Mat turned to Kelski. "I need you to trust me, too." he said, head dipping to find her gaze. "I need you to know I'm not going to let harm come to you, okay?"

Before Kelski could utter a word, or his daughter scream protest, the soldier had pulled them both out to where the water was over their heads, but merely up to his chin. Mat wrapped strong arms around the waists of both women. "now, let go and move your legs as if you were running in place and let your arms glide slowly back and forth in the water." As he felt the two women comply, he slowly eased his hold on them. Bron's head immediately went beneath the surface, but with another firm hold, Mat pulled his daughter up. "You have to move your legs, Bron, or you'll sink like a stone."

Bron reasserted herself, trying hard to please her father, but in her chest her heart beat against her ribs like a frightened, caged bird. But then, Bron's eyes met Kelski's and a smile split the Syliran's lips. Oddly, Bron's heart slowed, fear ebbed, and she began to tread water as Mat's firm hold withdrew.

If this tormented and enslaved creature could find courage to tread the great sea, then so could she.

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Postby Kelski on March 26th, 2018, 3:17 am

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Kelski wasn’t one to believe a man just for his words. Humans lied. The Kelvic simply nodded to Mat’s statement about him not hurting her and kept playing in the water lightly, eyes on Bron with a bit of concern. The Kelvic could tell the woman was scared, but she didn’t want to crowd her or make matters worse by drawing close. Kelski didn’t like that look in the otherwise happy girl’s gaze. This was especially true when Mat pulled them into deeper water. Kelski wasn’t afraid of the sea. She loved it, though she had no skill at all in terms of swimming. That lack of skill was reflected in how she splashed around, fearless, awkward, without any real form or function.

If Bron thought she could talk Kelski into trusting her father, just like that, the young woman would be waiting a long time. Humans had beat the hope out of the Kelvic and turned her into a cynic in all forms of the word. Kelski pretended she didn’t hear Bron’s words about her owners using piercings as a punishment. The Kelvic knew Bron had it wrong. Her owner didn’t use it as a punishment against her, but against others who were sensitive about hurting the innocent and made them preform the actions to punish THEM not the Kelvic. The Kelvic could give a shit less… though she didn’t particularly like metal through her skin. Shifting got rid of it, quickly, and that was reassurance enough.

Kelski watched as Mat held tight to Bron, trying to help her float. The young woman needed to relax, perhaps a shot or two of whiskey would have done her wonders before venturing out. Kelski splashed closer, ignoring Mat for a moment and spoke quietly.

“Bron.” She said, starting out softly. Then a little firmer. “Bron. Listen….” The Kelvic said, quieting in the water. Her voice was soft, a deeper alto than her normal husky whisper. “There are stories among the Svefra… the sea people… that tell of Laviku and life.” There were stories. Kelski had heard them aboard the numerous ships she’d sailed on or been a prisoner of. Kelski reached out a hand and gripped Bron’s shoulder gently. “Bron. Life didn’t come from the land. People don’t know or don’t remember because of the Valterrian. But it’s a true thing. Here, in the water, is the oldest home. It’s the first home. It is the home all of us came from. There are stories, even among the animals. I’ve seen proof of it… myself. With my own eyes. There are great whales, huge black and white ones… mostly black with white slashes across the sides of their faces that highlight their eyes. They were something more once, something different. They crawled out of the sea and became the wolves of the land. But some of them missed the sea, and those wolves went back into the water…. a long time ago. And they shed their fur and grew fins and turned black and white. They grew larger, far larger than you can imagine unless you see these whales, these orcas. But there’s a secret… a way to tell there’s truth in the story. When baby whales die, as they sometimes do, and wash ashore…. wait until the bugs and the birds and all the living things pick the flesh from their bones. And if you can get one, steal a lower jawbone, Bron. And then take the skull of a wolf… one that is the same size as the jaw… and you will find they fit perfectly together… as if they were meant to be. The only way you can tell there is a difference is because the whales have teeth that are shaped like cones where the wolves have sharp pointed teeth. Its because they ‘ve changed over time to eat different things.” Kelski said softly, storytelling with all her might to try and distract Bron.

“Seals and bears were once of one clan too. Their bones fit together almost identically as well. Such a thing would not happen if the stories were not true. And it is said that even your people came from the sea… the humans… crawled out as small things and grew larger and then walked upright. There are creatures that live in this world that are as old as time and they remember. They remember everything.” Kelski said, glancing at Mat.

The Knight said nothing.

“Inside you is the sea. Time has changed it to red and filled it with iron. But in the end it is what it is and you are of the stuff you are in now, Bron. Our blood is like the sea. It is the sea. Can’t you feel it? It will hold you up and keep you safe… it will even feed you, if you let it.” Kelski said, urging Bron to relax, trying to distract her with her voice.

Kelski told her story as Mat pulled them deeper. She followed his instructions as he let go of them gently, remaining close. Kelski didn’t trust Mat. She knew him and had never had issue with him, but he was a man and human and they were full of flaws as much as any other creature. She did, however, follow instructions… and kick her legs, treading water as she moved her arms outwards, as if holding herself up. The water was strong, gentle, and didn’t let her sink. She smiled at Bron and dipped her head under the water to look around before popping back up.

“I can feel it… it’s a comfort. Can’t you too Bron?’ Kelski reached out and touched the girl again, gently on her shoulder, ignoring Mat for the moment, hoping he wouldn’t interfere. Kelski wanted to splash and play with the other girl, but Bron was just too scared. So she treaded water instead, awkwardly, with no real skill, just enthusiasm. And then Mat gave another lesson.

“If you lean back, arch your back, and spread your arms out…. You can let the sea hold you up, like The Kelvic was saying, Bron. All you need to do is lay back, stretch your arms out to form a big T, and breath in and out slowly… keep your back arched and you’ll float. It’s the best position if you need to swim a long time and get tired and need to relax. You can even sleep at sea like this if you learn to hold the position. Come on Bron… Kelski… try it. I’ll be right here if either of you have issues. But if you keep your arms out and your back arched, you won’t sink. I promise.” He added, demonstrating for a moment by arching his massive torso and flinging his arms wide and seemingly settling back into the water where he floated for a moment, gently kicking his legs to steer his position.

Kelski nodded, keeping an eye on Bron then leaned back as Mat had done, arching her back and opening her arms wide. As the Knight had said, the water picked her right up and held her neatly there. She didn’t sink, though occasional splashes of water would cover her face as a wave or one of the other swimmers movements created motion in the water. When she got braver, she turned her head to see how Bron was doing… to see if her new friend had relaxed yet.
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