09.18.3013: Sibling Bonds
Summary: The day after Solon's challenge, he speaks with his sister about what is to come and happened.
Date: 09 09 2013
Related: Not yet posted
Solon Xenona 


Penthouse Gardens - Phylon
High up in the Fortress of Phylon, the lift opens to a garden atrium. The residential sections of the tower devoted to the Cindravale family and their guests rise up all around the patch of water and greenery, but here in the center is an oasis of nature. Sunlight is brought down from above by a cunning array of mirrors, and an electrostatic shield protects the garden from inclement weather. Arched doorways open up to corridors on all sides, leading back to private rooms and penthouses. The garden itself is centered around a fishpond with a sunken area at the middle where the waters are held back by transparent composites. A table and chairs allow people to sit and meet while looking out over the pond from water level. Around the pond are a variety of flowering bushes, shrubs, and trees, creating a fragrant, green preserve in the center of the Fortress.
September 18, 3013

The afternoon is bright and sunny on this late summer day over the Penthouse Gardens, the mirrors providing a good bit of light all around the atrium. In the central portion of the garden there sits Solon on a small stool, a canvas propped before him as he continues working on a landscape portrait of what is in front of him. Not his most original work, but the act of brushing paint onto the canvas to fill in vibriant colors out of a bland nothingness is rather soothing to him. Time seems to have escaped him though, he should have been preparing for Xenona's arrival since he asked her to meet him here for a little 'chat' about what happened last night.

The Landing was a great way to escape, but under the guidance of a maid of course. She herself is just a little late, stepping off the lift and into the gardens with a bit of a bustle to her step. "See that Miss Vallas is told I will get back to her as soon as possible, please," she adds to the woman who is walking with her, though the young woman slows as she notices the canvas, her head tilting to examine Solon at work. Her gaze softens and she silently motions her aid on, her gloved hands folding before her as she starts towards him, trying to get a better angle on what he is exactly painting. She notes the attempt to match the landscape and smiles, head dipping. A few feet behind him, whether he sees her or not, she clears her throat, "Solon, I did not realize you painted."

Pausing in the middle of brushing in some grass, Solon lifts the brush from the canvas and puts it to the side, turning and standing to face Xenona, a smile on his face. "Of course sister, though I do not do it as much as I would like. I find it a rather relaxing activity that can provide moments of solitude." Gesturing to his stool, he says, "Please sit. I know it is not very comfortable, but I offer it to you nonetheless. I… I wanted to speak to you about the events of last night, Xenona. I fear you may be rather cross with me, and I would know if you are."

"It is lovely work, Solon," Xenona says, a gentle smile on her lips as she looks from him to the painting and finally back once more. A brow lifts and she moves, gathering the full skirts in her hands to be certain she does not knock the easel while taking the offered seat. Settling herself, she adjusts the fabric to settle and rests her gloved hands in her lap, chin lifting. "I figured you would wish to speak with me…I am not sure cross is the right word, brother of mine," she begins, glancing at his painting in thought. "I would say I am concerned…worried…anxious…a great many things and I will not burden you with the actual feelings. I know what you did and why you did it, it is my fault that any of this has come to pass."

"Thank you. I am slowly finding myself improving my work the more I do it, I hope that one day I can craft a portrait that is worthy of being seen by more than myself." Solon smiles at Xenona as she takes her seat on the stool. "Xenona, if you wish to tell me why you feel concerned, or worried, or even anxious, I would try my best to try and offer you what comfort I could. Please, do not feel that anything is your fault. You cannot be blamed for the actions of Mr. Thanesson. In fact, I am rather concerned that he is becoming infatuated with you based on some of his word choice and actions in the latter part of our conversation. What happened in these previous meetings between the two of you?"

"I am certain you will, Solon. Given time everyone can find their pace in a skill or task," Xenona studies the canvas, lost to his words as she slips miles away in thought. Brows briefly furrow and she studies her gloves, as if choosing the words she needs to say to him. "I did not realize he didn't know who I was. Lady Reena Khournas spoke my title and the Lord Densoric as well, I am not certain if he chose to ignore that I was a noble or if it was in fact and oversight. The first meeting was here on Phylon at a cafe where we simply spoke. The second was the set up for the rave where he allowed me to listen to his music. The third was a wish to speak with me, which I found odd. And the fourth was a request by his AI which had broadcasted - I would suppose - to anyone on his contact list that he was not well. I decided to investigate, all of this apparently led to the party where you met him. He is a good man, kind and has not attempted anything with me and you know how I am," she explains but lets her hand unfold, fingers darting over her skirts. "I am worried because I feel I have failed you and the family by some measure of impropriety, I am concerned for Mister Thanesson and what will happen at this duel and I am more than anxious in what mother will have to say. Not to mention what you yourself must think."

"I do not wish to assume whether or not Mr. Thanesson made an intentional oversight or not, I would say that things have progressed past that point, but I would be willing to give him the benefit of the doubt in that situation." Solon offers her a smile, hoping that it provides some level of comfort to her as he listens to everything she has to say. "Xenona, I can understand your concern about what mother may think. It may surprise you, but I myself often worry about whether or not my actions disappoint, Mother. If you look me in the eye and tell me that nothing inappropriate occurred between the two of you, than I shall tell Mother that there is nothing to worry about. You can also take solace in the fact that I will not feel that you have failed me, or our family." He pauses here, considers what he just said and then shakes his head. "No, that is not exactly correct. Xenona, no matter what happened, I do love you. You are my sister. I will stand by you no matter what, and I will protect you no matter what."

Blinking, there is a somewhat shocked but all together relieved and grateful expression that settles over her face and Xenona lowers her gaze to think on everything. "As I love you, Solon. And no…you know how I am with any sort of touching. Nothing has happened between us, not a look, not a kiss, not even the briefest of embraces. I think perhaps the shoulder touch the other night was maybe the second time he's actually touched me." A brow rises and she looks up at him, tilting her head, "I can protect myself, Solon. I am not all that young anymore, but the sentiment is touching." She says and in a rare movement, she lifts her gloved hand to him, offering it. "I would not do anything to soil myself or our family name, not like that, Solon. I may not wield a sword, but I know glory and honor as any Cindravale." A slight smile takes her lips.

"I did not mean to say that you could not protect yourself, Xenona, nor did my words mean to convey that you are not concerned for the reputation of yourself or our family." Solon gets onto a knee, staring Xenona in the eyes as he does so. "You are my youngest sister, Xenona. I will always stand against anyone who I feel has offered you a slight measure of direspect to you, or our family. Now I must explain to you what happened. Mr. Thanesson asked if I could point you out to him, I informed him that I would do no such thing until I spoke with Mother about the two of you, as he stated his intentions were to get to know you better and form a friendship. I am uncertain if you have the same intentions, but if you do then I fail to see why my next words seemed to offend him so. I told him that future meetings between the two of you would be public and supervised to see if he is someone who can be trusted."

Taken aback by the chivalrous movement, she can not help but smile at him. A soft sigh escapes her and she nods as he speaks, taking in all that had gone on between the two men. "I would like to get to know him, but my intentions only ever just friendship, brother of mine. I understand why you said as much with him. He asked if I would return to his place after the party the other night and I informed him it was best I was not alone with him. I think he is..lonely and depressed." A shake of her head and her hand reaches out to briefly feather her fingers to his cheek. It lasts all but a few seconds, her hand gently cupping the side of his face before she lets it fall away to rest on her leg. "I understand, Solon. I hold no anger for you, in fact, I expected to find you upset with me for placing you in that situation."

Solon's jaw seems to clench slightly at her comment about going home with Sean, "Sister, I am quite proud that you did not accept his invite. I would not dare to assume that he may have had… motivations for making such an invitation, but I am proud of you nonetheless." He offers her a warm smile as she touches his cheek. There is the slight urge to reach up and press her palm to him, but he doesn't dare do it. "I hold no anger for you either, nor any disappointment. I know you wish for me to reverse my course with this duel, but I cannot. I am rather surprised he accepted the challenge, though the fact that he claimed to be fighting to keep you in his life gives me some concern."

There is a softness to her gaze even as Solon's hardens. Xenona shakes her head at him, "I think he enjoys my company, if there is more he has not made it aware to me or maybe I am attempting to not pay it any mind. I wish you could do the same, but I understand. Honor…Glory…" she lets out a long breath and then looks to his painting. "What is done is done, be wise in how you fight him, be thoughtful…be merciful, that is all I can ask of you now." Eyes flicker over towards him and then back once more before she rises, again, her fingers briefly touching his hair before falling away. "Come…paint, I wish to watch you…if you do not mind? Perhaps we can paint together soon…it has become something I adored doing at the Tower."

Letting out a long sigh as he gazes on his sister, Solon finally nods, "We shall see what weapons he chooses, but I tell you now that I will not cause him injury he cannot recover from. Who knows, he could even get lucky and win. I am not one to think that I am going to walk in there and then walk away unscathed. Combat is such a random thing, we can only do what we can to ensure our own safety and the safety of those around us after all." That might be a little too philosophical about the art of violence, and so he will nod, and go to his paints and brush and position the easel so he can stand and paint and so she can watch.

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