anarchist_queen: (crying)
"I got him, Mom, Dad." Leda said softly. "It's over."

She stood before the monument to monarchs past. It was a simple obelisk, but those who touched it would be able to see the faces of those commemorated here. Leda had stopped here to let her parents know that the man who had ordered their deaths was gone.

She stood there for a moment, just refreshing her memory of their faces, then went to join the others.

Word had come late last night that the Dragons had driven back the Giants with minimal loss of life. But for the Matriarch and her daughter, it was a Pyrrhic victory at best. Ember and Smoke were children really, in the way Dragons measured age.

Dragon mourning practices were very private and not for the eyes of other races. But because of his friendship with Leda and the others, they were having a memorial for Smoke here as well.

Polaris clutched Leda's hand as she approached the crowd.
anarchist_queen: (dangerous)
War's End Chapter 7

Leda )

James )

Blossom )

Karla )

Together Again )

[Preplayed with the usual suspects.]
anarchist_queen: (Elf Princess)
Leda had been going over in her head what to say. Almost going far enough to take notes. "I need Corwyn's army to hear me too." Leda told Iranon. "Can you do that?"

"So you want to inspire our side, and demoralize theirs?"

"And maybe foment rebellion, if what I have to say makes sense to them."

Iranon raised a brow. "Yes. We can do that."

War's End Chapter 5 )

[The Obligatory speech. Once again thanks to Karla for the coding, preplayed with the absolutely fabulous Karla and Blossom.]
anarchist_queen: (Default)
"You're not being quite as subtle as you think you are." Iranon smired as he rode up beside Leda. She was on her way home for her birthday, enjoying the lull in hostilities. Iranon and his friends were escorting her, along with her 'entourage' so as to make sure she was safe. Also to make sure the journey was as fun as it could be.

"The hell you talkin' bout?" Leda grumbled, slipping into a Bordertown accent.

"The oh so clandestine looks you keep casting at yon single mother." he said. Leda heard Wiseguy snicker from her other side. "Polaris might not have noticed them, but I'm pretty sure she's the only one."

Leda kept her face inscrutable. "There could be lots of reasons I'm looking in her direction. And not necessarily at her."

Iranon laughed. "Oh yes? Pray tell."

Leda scowled. "Give me a minute."

Leda's feelings for Polaris had not faded with time, in fact if anything they had deepened. And it hadn't helped that Leander had ever so casually remarked that;

"Should you marry Polaris her girl would become the heir to the throne."

She had retorted that she could never do something so horrible to Silar. But it had surprised her. As backward as many of the Elven traditions were, they seem to have never had any prejudice against same sex marriages, or gender restrictions on who could rule or inherit.

Leander's remark had come from a discussion about how the nobles were starting to get restless for her to marry and furnish an heir. There had already been some preliminary attempts to win her favor with this son or that daughter. Her chief advisor had been hoping that he could at least interest her in marrying for love, rather than politics.

"Meddling kids." she grumbled.
anarchist_queen: (pretty smile)
A Brief History of the Fae )

The Secret origin of Leda's new surrogate niece )

But it seemed that they had not quite escaped the attitude that drove them out. Even though Polaris was liked and respected by most in the caravan, Sila still suffered. Many of the children sought her out as a target for their ignorance and cruelty.

Leda dabbed a wet cloth against the bruise forming on the toddler's cheek, cooling it with her magic. Her mother had already tried unsuccessfully to calm the girl. She'd had to excuse herself to get something for the swelling after Sila had sobbingly wished her father had been normal.

"Then I woulnt be ugly."

Leda didn't even notice the music when it started. )

Leda and Polaris stopped singing as the music faded. They both felt better than they had in a long time, and even Sila's face shone with peace and confidence. And the bruise was gone.

What the hell just happened? Leda thought. Is Fandom doing that musical thing again?

Then she noticed Iranon with a guitar in his hand. He smiled and nodded at her, then headed back to his wagon.
anarchist_queen: (betrayed)
The nightmare was, for the most part, the same every time. Though there were variations. Sometimes it was Castle Pup that was burning, sometimes Fandom High. Recently it was occasionally some random village. The most recent development, ever since she had learned of depredations committed by some of her supporters, was that this time, it was her who was doing the burning.

She held a sword that set fire to everything it touched, a swath of death and destruction behind her as she cut through her subconscious' idea of what those killed by Corwyn had looked like. When she looked back and saw clearly the bodies of Momoko and Karla amongst the dead she screamed.

Something small and warm seized her as she writhed and struggled up from sleep.

"Lea wake up!"

Leda gasped and sobbed as she struggled to control herself.

"Twas only a dream."

Leda blinked away tears and sleep and peered through the darkness at who had spoken. The three four year old half-mer girl she had made a habit of saving from bullies looked at her concernedly. Sila was her name, the only child of the caravan's blacksmith, a woman named Polaris.

When Leda had gone from being a "guest" of the outlaws to an actual guest, Iranon had decided she could not stay in the wagon with the barred windows. "Besides," he'd said, "That's our drunk wagon. With you in there we don't have anywhere to put people to sober up."

Polaris (her real name was North Star Shining) had offered to put Leda up. She insisted it was because her daughter had taken a liking to the queen. Leda hoped she wasn't the only one.

"Okay?" Sila asked. She was still hugging Leda.

She took a few deep breaths, and nodded. "Yes, yes I'm okay. I didn't wake you did I?"

Sila nodded her head. "No. 'Sokay I's wake."

"Woke me up." Polaris grumbled from the cot on the other side of the wagon.

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