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 GRACE TO THE STRONG, ;; Karin
Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Jun 28 2018, 03:31 PM
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When she found the house, it was entirely by memory and old habit. There was little that set the structure apart from the many similar adobe buildings that made up the old city, save its location, sequestered as it was in a bristling little enclave. Despite the barricades that marked the boundaries of Alinari territory, the front door was wide open, a pitch black rectangle that contrasted vividly with the scorching brightness of the midday sun. Something of a metaphor for the woman who was master of it all, in a way--a little hermit kingdom behind fierce blockades, but within those defenses, a welcoming sanctuary.

Idris had been riding Tesni at a slow walk, sparing her after several days of hard riding and the burning heat of the day, and now she pulled her up to a grateful stop and dismounted in a light puff of yellow dust. She found a slightly murky watering trough in view of the weathered chicken coop and led the lean mare to it, silently blessing the hackamore Khali had given her as a gift when she purchased the horse and leaving it on as Tesni lowered her head to drink. She fastened the reins around a nearby post as loosely as she could while still feeling they were secure, trusting as well in the shut gate behind her and the horse's excellent training.

Her horse had a modicum of shade now, but that doorway was still inviting. It was only a few strides and she was crossing the threshold, the cool dimness within hitting her skin with an immediate impact, washing over her like fresh water. Her scuffed boot heels tapped dully on the floor as they had so many times before, but for once she paused in the doorway, the back of her hand hovering just a few inches in front of the door's surface.

Truth be told, she was nervous. This conversation was important to her. The results were important from a strictly practical standpoint--it would be much more difficult to make this dream a reality if Karin opposed her. But it had also come to matter to her at some point over years of hard-won friendship, sun-leeched and tested by some of the bitterest twists of fate, what the woman thought of her.

She let her hand drop, knuckles rapping lightly and casually to announce her presence in a familiar cadence, and moved the rest of the way into the shady chamber.

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 Posted: Jul 8 2018, 10:12 AM
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In the scorch of the day, Karin had finally retreated from her prowling rounds of her little corner of Attirac and retreated to the familiar hovel she had made home in the past two decades. Her failure as a housekeeper was ever apparent when wandering the small three-room abode, with its shutters swung haphazardly open to allow in some breeze, and clutter scattered over every free square inch of table space. Despite the mess, there were a few sacred piles scattered throughout that the woman hadn’t touched in years – a heap of roomy shirts once belonging to her husband in the corner, a dagger and sheath with Averian script etched into it as Conan’s first trophy as a warrior, and she had even left the little nest of straw and linen that Cefin had built for his kittens that had long since grown and left for greener pastures.

Her eyes scanned these memories every so often as she sat at her table, a map and parchments spread haphazardly around her. She was planning again, always planning, this time to assist her eldest son in the repossession of Dragonden. It was a maneuver to be done carefully since a majority of the residents there had once called themselves Caldonians, and a handful of them might be willing to smooth the process if stroked the right way. It had taken some time to come even this far in the plans, since the Alinari clan was not one well-known for its diplomacy over simply razing the entire town and starting from scratch.

Karin’s hands ran through her blonde hair, left wild and unkempt and longer than usual, but the sound of horse’s hooves broke her current mental roadblock and took hold of her attention. It was not common for anyone to visit her by horse, save for Cefin’s intermittently rescued mounts, but the entrance was so silent that she presumed it to be someone she at least knew.

That assumption was quickly answered when the silhouette of a very tall woman briefly eclipsed the intense sun beaming in through her open door. The stark difference between the brightness outside and the darkness inside made it impossible for either of them to make out the details of each other until Idris finally crossed the threshold with a familiar rapping at the doorframe. Karin straightened in her chair, curious and pleasantly surprised by her friend’s sudden appearance, and her golden eyes squinted to showcase her inquisitiveness. “Idris. What brings you here?” Unceremoniously, she kicked at the leg of the chair across from her to push it out from beneath the table as a lazy gesture of welcome and an invitation to sit. Too many years of hardship and companionship stretched between them to make room for formalities anymore.

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Idris verch Rhonwen
 Posted: Jul 14 2018, 03:28 PM
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A few easy strides took her across to the chair without further hesitation. Whatever trepidation might gnaw at her from the inside right now, years of conditioning lay both on top of and below them, padding her into a kind of ease. She gave the back of the chair a slight tug with her hand to adjust it as she sat, making extra room for her legs and a slight scraping sound against the floor.

"A plan I need help with," she said bluntly as she settled in. The chair creaked with her weight, and the table made a slight echo of a complaint as she folded her arms and leaned her upper body on its surface. "Your help, ideally," she added, with a familiar friendly smile.

Idris paused for a moment, casting around for the next branch of the path forward that she seemed to be walking near-blind, always just spotting the next few feet of the road as she stepped on them. Her eyes cast about the room as well, or started to, but were quickly distracted by the papers surrounding Karin in a chaotic, whispering jumble. She tilted her head when she recognized a map of much of Caldo's current and former territories, looking back up with a clear question written across her frank features.

"Though it looks like you're already working on something yourself."

The maps didn't tell her much initially, and she wasn't going to stare long enough to garner more details unless Karin shared them with her. Still, just the territories shown and the fact that the maps in question expanded past the current boundaries of Caldo gave her a few ideas. Her fingers splayed lightly on the very edge of the parchment.

"And our plans might overlap. You want to go first, or shall I?"

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