[m] Sovereign of the fire

Lithia

POSTED: Wed May 09, 2018 4:34 am

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He did not know it and yet that did not change the fact, this would be his last act as her own personal slave. With gracious words and a handwritten note she send Phobos away to deliver a message for her. Helena watched his black form disappear from the tower's gardens through the cracked window.

As Helena's influence within Salsola extended ever outwards she found tending to friendships that were tentatively forming was a continuous activity, taking up much of her time. As ever always, those notes still continued to pass back and forth at the hands of the de le Poer male.

The woman was tired, too tired to be truthful. The interruption of her sleep the night before and the subsequent revelations had rendered the rest of her night sleepless. The newly scarred skin itched beneath the curtains of her hair, she resisted the urge to rub the tender place at the back of her neck. She had spent the night busily working instead, and a basket had been prepared by the ambitious woman.

Presently Helena gathered together the herbs and spices with which she wished to work. They were brought from storage and were ready to be ground into powders that could be more easily used. She sipped from the cup of tea as she bustled about, yawning widely from time to time.

Ears twitched with the opening of the door, and she turned to smile graciously at her visitor. Phobos slipped in behind the Napier woman and shut the door, retreating to a place out of the way.

"Lithia, zo glad you could join me." She greeted the woman in the traditional Salsolan manner, pressing a whiskery kiss to each cheek.

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Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Fri May 18, 2018 9:12 pm

(000) :D

If there was one Luperci that Lithia could pretend to be friends with, it was Helena. The two of them hit it off in the beginning, using each other for a favor at the Last Supper. From then on, they kept a loose friendship, if it could even be called that. Sometimes Helena’s cooking prowess came in handy and sometimes Lithia’s trading prowess came in handy for Helena. The two of them had a take and give friendship, which benefited the two of them.

Helena had asked her to come over and help, and Lithia obliged, hoping to talk the woman out of some of her processed herbs towards the end of the night. Lithia had no personal use for such things, but others would give her something of value for powdered herbs. At the end of the day, it was all business.

Helena’s slave had directed her inside when she approached the Lykoi's house that evening. Opening the door, Lithia slipped inside, an orange glow glinted off of her dark fur from the candles lit around the room. Helena wasted no time in rising from her seat, greeting Lithia at the door. The two women half-embraced, placing a pretend kiss at each cheek.

”I’m glad to have come.” Lithia found a seat where Helena had indicated. ”What else was I doing anyway?”

Once she was seated, Lithia’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in Helena’s cozy little abode. Once her eyes had swept the room, she set them on Helena, waiting for the woman’s instruction or perhaps some conversation between the two of them.

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POSTED: Tue Jun 05, 2018 1:52 pm

Helena Troy Lykoi

sorry for the wait - im not sure how well Helena/Lithia know of each other so imma just make up some random crap for them to talk about ;)

Business was something that she understood intrinsically, stretching all the way back to her mother's teachings. Back then, it had been a child's play to talk the other youngsters out of their food and worthless trinkets. In current times, the game had just expanded and now held higher stakes. Helena was a gambling woman at heart.

The admiration of those deep purple eyes grew every time she saw them, a mystery of course. Helena had never seen such eyes before or since.

The inside of the tower was much darker that the bright day outside. Yellowed tallow candles sputtered on their mantles and through the thin, high windows there gleamed shafts of light from the weak sun. Helena preferred the dimmer setting, it helped her to concentrate.

Two pestle and mortars along with both empty and full storage jars were waiting for the two of them on the table. Helena poured Lithia some tea also and seated herself, taking a sip from her own cup. It was a fragrant mix of several dried flower buds and raspberry leaf, one of Helena's favorites.

"'Ow did your trading mission go? Anything of interest for me?" Lykoi eyes sparkled, attaining new and very interesting things was something she enjoyed. Lithia had been most... accommodating, for a price.

She passed the jar of basil leaves and the pestle and mortar to Lithia, "Not quite a powder, if you will." Lithia was used to Helena's short and to the point directions by now, this had been ongoing for quite some time.

She pulled heady thyme over and poured a handful into the mortar and began to slowly grind away.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
Helena Troy Lykoi

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POSTED: Mon Jul 02, 2018 2:39 am

(000) :D

Lithia’s bright eyes wandered about the room as Helena settled in, pouring her some tea in a small cup to sit beside their work. Lithia picked up the cup and took a sip of the floral tea – it was rather good. There were a number of flavors within the hot water – flowers and raspberry. If she had brought anything to trade with her, she would have asked Helena to pay her in this tea.

”I managed to bring back some lovely jewelry pieces, though I don’t think they are as unique as that hair piece I got you last year. Most of our haul was furs and spices. Things for the winter and such… however, you can look through what’s left of the wares when you find yourself in my neck of the woods someday. I’ve kept the jewelry aside for you since I know you like those kinds of things.” Lithia fingered her own medallion on her neck – the red one she had received for a gift many, many moons ago.

Lithia took the herb and the mortar and pestle and set it in her lap, between her knees. It was then that she took the pestle and began grinding the herb in a twisting motion, breaking the leaves apart into a powder, but a chunky, leafy powder. ”What do you plan to do with these once you’ve processed them all? Sell them? Or put them in storage for Salsola?”

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and from it she fled

POSTED: Wed Aug 01, 2018 1:44 am

Helena Troy Lykoi

ooc

Gleaming eyes turned appraisingly over the dark hued woman, introspective and comparative. It was something she found herself doing a lot since coming to Salsola. Lithia was a beautiful woman with a certain something that made their working relationship such an enjoyable one, they were forever pushing back and forth. She measured them all against Calla and true to prior results she found the darkling woman lacking in some aspect. Maybe it was love? She crinkled her brows slightly at her own observations, and turned attention to Lithia's words about jewelry,

"Bien. You are zo kind to me, Mon Cherie. Zat piece was magnifique." She fondly remembered the beginning of their association, and the almost disastrous Last Supper that Helena had saved Lithia from. This was how Helena worked, she inserted herself in friendly ways and offered favors, and helpful tips and drew in more power to surround herself. Her fingers worked on the pestle, crushing the fragile dried herbs, their fragrance was a delightful paleness that floated in the air and soon it would spread all around them, a mixing that would make her house smell sweetly delicious for hours to come.

When the weather was of an appropriate kind, Helena would hang the herbs out tied by their stalks to dry and let the gentle winds wick away their moisture. With the coming of the rains though, she was forced to keep them inside locked in the moist warm air of the tower and they took much longer to dry and tended to build up until her kitchen was overflowing with bundles of herbs. "A small bit of both, I am thinking. Salsola always has zhe need for 'erbs for scents and teas and yet, some traders like to buy them since zhey cannot sit in place and grow them themselves."

Their association went both ways with helping and Helena was glad to give Lithia more knowledge of which herbs paired with what foods. Helena's dulcet tones spiraled about the kitchen as the dark ex-Anatheman listened,

"Eef you find youzelf in a place where you 'ave access to cattle or beef, Rosemary, this one 'ere, goes very well." She held up the stalk of dried rosemary for Lithia to see, "Thyme and Sage are also very good. I 'ave some seeds of different 'Erbs I traded for, I will grow zhem inside over zhe winter and plant them in zhe gardens next spring."

It was not a secret that Helena could often be found in the gardens tending to the plants and whilst once upon a time she might have aspired to become the Mietitore now her sights were firmly set elsewhere.

"Dill goes very well with fish, especially grilled fish." She smirked at the purple-eyed femme. "Now for venison and rabbit..." Helena continued to explain the concepts to Lithia.

Lithia's lessons were an every few days type of arrangement. Between the two, the piles and piles of herbs strung up around her kitchen were lessened into jars and vials and all manners of storage containers that would help keep their freshness in. Lithia profited from Helena's knowledge, passed down from a slave mother about the applications of combinations of herbs to meats or other such dishes.

The women chatted gamely too about trades they had made and things they had stolen, fine pieces and gaudy trinkets alike. They were of a similar ilk, which was why they brushed along so easily.

Suddenly they were done, and the kitchen was cleared and ready for the next batch of herbs to be set to dry. Helena felt the heaviness of an exhaustion settling on her, this day was far from over. She gathered them up into her satchel and they clinked merrily, little measures of her success and commitments,

"Zhank you for your assistance, eet was most kind of you." She gathered up her cloak, intending to take her gifts straight to the storage, "Come, I zhall escort you back to your 'ome." The two left the tower, still chattering and scheming together.

Feel the heat of my breath
Hear the furnace in my chest
Helena Troy Lykoi

Salsola
The Inquisitor
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Jace
Luperci Conserje, Cocinero
♚· Reine de la Saleté ·♚

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