11.19.3013: Sistery Catch Up
Summary: Reena drops by the Blackspyre for a bit, and catches up with Anabethe.
Date: 10 October 2013
Related: None
Anabethe Reena 

Living Quarters Greatroom — Blackspyre, Volkan
This room, as the entry to the living quarters of the Khournas family, is about as sumptuous as things get in the Blackspyre. The floor is sheathed in black tile, heated from below by veins of magma running through the tower itself. Deep red carpets have been layered over the tile across most of the expanse of the room, softening footfalls and providing a visual sense of warmth to go along with the physical one. One wall of the greatroom is taken up by a large 'fireplace' where one of the heat-proof transparent tubes filled with lava can be seen pulsing and roiling its way up the tower. Around the other walls are a scattering of drakeskins, paintings of battle and hunt, and shelves of holobooks. Several couches and chairs are gathered in clumps around the room, providing seating for twenty or so with ease. Opposite the lift is a corridor that leads back into the actual living quarters and a private drawing room, with the entrance to the corridor guarded by two men-at-arms at all times.
19 November 3013

Reena is home for a few days, while the initial structural work for the Notice Project's campaign in the Black Sector of Volkan gets underway. It might take a second look to recognize her, however, as the youngest Khournas daughter has dyed her hair blonde. New Atlantis must be rubbing off on her, or boring her so badly she's looking for any distraction. She sweeps into the greatroom in simple black leather breeches and a pink blouse of silk, her feet bare, and a datapad in hand.

Anabethe is already lounging in the great room, legs stretched out across the couch that's 'hers'. With one arm tucked behind her head, she tosses a ball in the air with the other hand repeatedly, catching it on the fall. She looks up at the sound of footsteps, then arches a brow when she recognizes her sister. "That's an interesting look," she drawls. "Seeing what it's like to look more like Nitrim?"

Reena lets out a short little laugh, as she lowers the datapad, then herself onto the couch beside her sister. "Hardly. Just needed a change, and Devon and her many haircolors inspired me." She smiles tiredly. "How's Mik? Find him a knight yet?" she asks.

"Still kind of tossing it around," Anabethe admits, grimacing. "I'm thinking Ellinor, but I need to talk to her. It'd be good for him, though. Squire to a Sauveur, who's married to a Valen. He might even come out of it with some diplomatic skills, you know?"

"And I have a feeling he'll need those by the time he's head of house," Reena agrees. "Sounds like a solid plan, Beth. How are you holding up? You've been out of the field for a while." She looks at her sister with a bit of concern.

Anabethe wrinkles her nose. "Been doing some patrols and the like, at least. I'm all right, though. Trying to get a more solid grounding in the things that can't be fixing by hitting people," she admits, a wry smile tugging at one corner of her lips. "Then I should be able to convince Dad to let me out more. And hey, at least I'm not worrying about getting handed off anymore."

"Did you talk to Father about that?" Reena asks, surprised. "And he agreed?" She shakes her head. "He must be getting soft in his old age. She glances around. "Seen Vic about? I'm dying for a cigar and a beer."

"He agreed that there's no rush to get me married," Anabethe clarifies, shrugging slightly. "So. He picked last time, and we all saw how that went. He's willing to wait it out this time. See if anything promising comes along. Mikail's here, so it's not as…urgent as it might otherwise be."

"True, you've already provided an heir, but you're likely going to need a spare or five," Reena says with a chuckle. "I am not sure when I'll need to worry about that myself. No change in Kadmus' condition. I finally had to get out of there and do some work here. The waiting is driving me insane." She pouts.

"I can imagine. Limbo's harder than anything. You know you're always going to be welcome here, right?" Anabethe asks, arching a brow at her sister. "However this all works out. You're always going to be my sister."

"I know that Beth, and I'm grateful. I just really want to live up to father's expectations. This whole freeing Devon thing just backfired. Kadmus blames me for trying to patch up the Grantham-Volen feud. He won't ever let it go, and I worry he won't ever put effort into this relationship because of that. But we'll see. Maybe the coma will shake him up some."

"I'm going to keep my nose out of the whole Volen-Grantham thing," Anabethe says with a rueful smile and a vague wave of her hand. "I'm a little bit biased. But it seems…less than fair for him to blame you for any of it, like you made any of the decisions that had to do with it."

"Guilt by virtue of being Jevon's daughter in his eyes," Reena says with a sigh. "What about NItrim, how is he holding up?" she asks. She kicks up off the couch to poke in the bar for a beer.

"Well, actually." There's a note of surprise in Anabethe's voice. "He's managed to keep his nose clean, for the most part. Of course, once again, it's all about the latest woman. We keep trying to tell him to slow it down and do it for himself, but he's determined. As usual."

Reena handwaves dismissively. "So basically nothing has changed but the opinion of his latest fling, as usual. One of these days, he's going to have to stand on his own and make decisions based on his own conscience, rather than that of his latest lay." She rubs at her forehead and grabs a beer for Beth too, passing it over as she sips her own. "And you? Any romance to be had? Are you at least getting laid?"

Anabethe takes the bottle, a faint smile tugging at one corner of her lips at the question. "More of both than I'm entirely sure I understand. But it's good. It's comfortable. It's…showing me how to actually be a person when it comes to that sort of thing, rather than just being afraid."

"Who's the lucky guy?" Reena asks, settling back down on the couch with her beer in hand and a grin on her face. "At least one of us is getting some."

Anabethe arches a brow, smile deepening slightly. "If you don't already know, then I guess I'm doing a better job of keeping it quiet than I thought I could," she laughs softly, twisting the cap off of the bottle and taking a drink before she answers. "Flint."

"I've been in New Atlantis for a while, I didn't know if that was still going on. Glad to hear it though," Reena murmurs. "Flint is a good man, and I think you two complement each other." She leans back and smiles a little. "When's he getting his ass out of that chair?"

Anabethe lets out a huff of breath at that, reaching up to ruffle a hand through her hair. "When he's done with a little more rehab, it seems like. It's a goal, though. He's working toward it. It's just a dangerous surgery, and they want to make sure he's going to be able to make it through it."

"Well all my best to him, as long as he keeps you happy and mostly sane," Reena murmurs. Her datapad bleeps and she sighs at it. "More work. We should have dinner, all of us, while I'm home, ok?" She gets up and heads to her rooms.

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