[J] in the room where you sleep

It had been a long time since Atlas had last laid his eyes on Salsola. As a grin played on his lips, he lamented silently that his sister could not appreciate the feeling, though he supposed that her thoughts were occupied with the anticipation of taking those first few steps into the land that was her birthright. Discord, Maudlin too, were afforded little else. He knew, or at least he was confident of the fact, that his return would see him nestled once again at the chest of Salsola. His sisters would have to build themselves up from scratch. At least they were Greygriefs in name and standing, though thanks to his parents the name meant little once again. Still, if he could find himself a wife (or a husband frankly, the prestige mattered more) and if, between them, he and Julius could wrangle the girls and send them down a similar path, all would be well.

"I take it this is it then?" Discord asked, pulling up her black horse beside Atlas and his dapple.

"You don't seem very impressed?"

Discord rolled her shoulders, and his lips twisted into a faint grimace. "God forbid she says something docile like that to someone who matters..."

"In any case, remember your manners. You don't have the standing to excuse insult." From the corner of his eye, he could see a smirk creep onto his sister's lips and for an instant, he could read her thoughts as clearly as scrawl on parchment. "Neither do you." Idly, he wondered if Julius was making any decent headway with Maudlin. It'd been... longer than he could remember since he'd seen his other sister. She'd left the Outpost with Julius, though Atlas couldn't proclaim to know why she wanted to go, or why the Valentine had allowed her to tag along. Neither girl knew of their true relation to "uncle" Julius and, frankly, Atlas didn't get the sense that he like either of them any more than he liked Atlas himself.

Humming to himself in thought, the Greygrief let another moment pass before he called out to those beyond the border.

(000) | NPCs: Discord, (cNPC) Drum (dappled crossbred stallion), Fortress (black crossbred stallion)
at the borders
Hi Vida! So sorry to keep you waiting, it's been a mad time for me IRL. Atlas is obvi a shoe-in for acceptance so I'm going to have him titled up now, just so you don't have to hold out until this thread is fully completed to jump into things <3


The boy at the border was not a boy, anymore. He had grown into a rather handsome young man - all golden curling hair and proud broad shoulders as he sat comfortably astride his destrier. He had the look of his mother, and this was just as well. Beautiful Narcissa had made quite the reputation for herself during her time in Salsola Proper, before her husband's mysterious murder had tainted the deep well of their fledgling House. Misfortune was a poison.

The queen of Salsola was considering this - how cyclical the tides of fate, a son returned to make good on his family's ambitious claim to nobility - as she stepped out from between the laden pines. Early winter shadows curled between the roots and lapped at her heels. Elphaba wore a long no-color cloak that whispered as she approached the two riders. When one dark hand emerged from between the folds to raise, palm-up in an old greeting, each elegant finger dripped with rings of all shapes and colors. Their little rough gemstones winked at Atlas and the young woman who accompanied him invitingly.

The young woman's face was unfamiliar, and yet, familiar. This was often the way of Salsolan kin - the blood ran deep.

"Well, well," A low wind toyed with the long inky strands of Elphaba's hair. Her pale face was sharp and pointed as porcelain; her eyes glittered like rubies. "Have you come seeking your inheritence, Atlas Greygrief? It has been... Some time."

WELCOME TO SALSOLAFamilia Fortis Elegit! The Family welcomes you to our great realm of Salsola. As a returning member of the pack, you're ranked as the Family. We strongly encourage you to read over the Ranks area of our wiki for further information on your rank, promotions, and other relevant content.

Now that you've joined the Thistle Kingdom, why not:
  • Begin plotting with your fellow members - start or join an Open Thread on Salsola territory.
  • Figure out if your character wants the traditional Cotona ritual to take place, and if so, where on their body they'd like the scar.
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They didn't have to wait long. Atlas had told Discord as much, though he wasn't sure if he particularly believed it. If he were the Boss, he was sure he would please himself to do things at his own pace. Newcomers were at the all but lowest rung of order in the Thistle Kingdom and he was sure that someone of such esteem could bide their time as much as they wanted. They were not summoned like common dogs. He'd quietly voiced this to Discord, who in turn coyly asked if they themselves were not considered newcomers. The Lord Greygrief almost blushed, a mix of embarrassment and outrage threatened to send his cheeks firey warm. Sharply, he'd pointed out that neither of them were new. They were both born Salsolans, despite the fact that Discord had never stepped foot on true Salsolan earth, and that it had been so long ago since Atlas himself had done so.

That had been the reason why they'd brought a gift. Strictly speaking, the idea had been cooked up to ensure that Discord settled well in Salsola. For all intents are purposes, Discord was a newcomer. The Outpost was... different in a way compared to Salsola proper. And despite the fact that they were both more or less guaranteed acceptance, it didn't hurt to proffer something elegant to turn the tide. 

Both siblings had a good eye for beautiful things so it had been easy to select something that they both agreed on. The necklace had been pilfered from the family stash and given a good clean before the pair had left for their "ancestral homeland." Brilliantly gold, the chain was made up of simple flowers, each with a brilliant red stone set in the centre. It was decently heavy too, which Atlas took as a sign of its worth, though he hoped that it would not be so much of a burden as to cause pain if worn. He'd tested it himself and found it find, though he was a broad-chested man, maybe that would make some kind of difference.

Atop Drum's broad back, Atlas swooped into as much of a bow as he could, as Discord quietly bowed her head and allowed her brother to take the lead. His confidence and silver tongue would serve them much more than her meek disposition would. Instead of talking, she fought the urge to mirror Elphaba as she twirled her dark locks, for surely she did not do so out of anxiousness as Discord herself did.

'My Lady,' The Lord Greygrief greeted warmly. 'It pleases me to return, to bring the Greygrief name out of dormancy and back to its rightful splendour.' He eyed the jewels that adored her dark fingers, and the smile on his lips widened slightly, now more confident of the gift they'd brought with them. However, there were more pressing matters at hand.

'You won't have met my sister, Discord, yet.' The man introduced his companion with a sweep of his arm. 'Although I believe that Julius arrived some months ago with our other sister in tow?'

It was with a low, 'My Lady...' that Discord next spoke, meeting Elphaba's ruby gaze with a timid yet unwavering stare.

(537) | NPCs: Discord (cNPC), Drum (dappled crossbred stallion), Fortress (black crossbred stallion)
at the borders

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