Chapter 273: (Arc 7) Kartara Nights (One) (Maiya)
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Chapter 273: (Arc 7) Kartara Nights (One) (Maiya)
Maiya bid her attendants goodnight, locking the door to her bedchambers behind her. She lost no time, stripping off her unholy garb, and dumping it unceremoniously in a pile on the floor. Rushing to her mirror, she began the arduous task of applying her makeup, starting with a moisturizer, before moving through primers, foundations, bronzers, and blush, finishing with her highlighters and eyeliner.
It was quite an involved process. One that shed long ago mastered. This time, she worked off an incredibly detailed canvas painting of Princess Kiras likeness that Ira had given her when shed visited Sonam. Maiya would be on the move and it would be dark, so the details didnt matter overly much, but the closer she got, the more likely it was that Iras plan would actually work.
There was little time. The operation was due to commence in just a few short hoursassuming Iras handmaidens managed to break Princess Kira out from her house arrest. Maiya wouldnt know until she met Iras agent at the meeting spot. Jatan Forest was convenient in that it was both close to the Childrens Sanctuary and also offered an ideal location for clandestine meetings.
With her makeup applied, Maiya was now the spitting image of Princess Kira, Iras younger sister. Beautiful, silver-haired, and slightly deranged. While shed never seen the princess in person, Ira had provided a detailed dossier summarizing her character and her past behavior. She was, by all accounts, an epitomal Kinjal. Despite being a mejai, she lived and breathed combat. Her technique was said to be superb for her age, and though she had little actual combat experience, her instincts were nearly feral.
She was also somewhat deranged, picking fights seemingly at random, mauling nearby guards when she got the fancy. And, crucially, she possessed a lesser affinity for Ice magic. It was one of the reasons Ira had chosen Maiya for this operation, despite the risk.
A wild princess. Wonder if wed get along
Envisioning Kiras character, Maiya did her best to approximate the princess facial expressions, ranging from creepy smiles to battle-crazed laughter. She was thankful her rooms stone walls were so thickthough if she was honest, she was likely at one of the only places in the Known World where deranged laughter wouldnt cause anyone to bat an eye.
When she was satisfied, she donned a plain black robethe armor she was supposed to wear tonight would be provided by Iras agents at their rendezvous point. Itd have been far too risky to deliver the clothes to Maiya while she was sequestered inside the cults sanctuary, after all, so this was the next best option.
As for why she stripped off her clothes before applying makeup, it was a lesson shed learned the hard way, long ago. Face paint had a tendency to get on to clothing, despite the care taken. Under normal circumstances, it would be an annoyance. Here? it might very well compromise Maiyas cover, should any of the cleaning staff discover.
Donning light shoes, Maiya swiveled the bookshelf at the back of her room. For once, Maiya was thankful for the cultists paranoia. They had insisted on assigning their most precious member a room with not one, but two secret exits. They told her to use the passage only during emergencies, and Maiya had happily lied that she would.
Shed already used the passages several times, though usually just to get some fresh air and privacy. Her position within the organization afforded her precious little free time. Annoyingly, her hectic schedule was the best insurance the cultists could have bought to keep an eye on Maiya at all times.
Even at night, shed have attendants knocking at her door to ensure all was well.
Which was why shed arranged a countermeasure.
When Maiya exited the one-way door at the end of her secret passage, she held it open. The Kinjal handmaiden who appeared from the forest was almost the spitting image of Maiya herself.
The operation is on schedule, the handmaiden said succinctly before stealing into the passage.New novel chapters are published on
Well, alright then
Iras handmaidens were all well, they were like Neeti, the head handmaiden. As disciplined as they came. With all the emotions of granite, too, Maiya noted.
She seemed to be the sole exception, and on more than one occasion, Maiya had wondered if that was why the princess had taken a liking to her.
Shrugging, Maiya inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh scent of the forest. She peered up at the stars, peeking through the gaps in the canopy so high above, and took a moment to appreciate the sound of wind rustling through leaves.
Living underground was insidious. The absence of sunlight and natural sounds and smells slowly eroded ones sanity, to the point where she wasnt sure what was worsethat, or the cultists.
Maybe thats why all the Children are so kooky, Maiya thought, running easily through Jatan Forest, relishing the feeling of the cold air against her cheeks. Then again, maybe not.
The Lighten Load orbs slotted into her magical robe reduced the normally arduous trek into something that was nearly effortless, and she wondered why more wealthy people and mejai didnt use them more.
She soon arrived at the designated clearing, where another handmaiden awaited beside an Acira. A very familiar Acira.
The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.
Frumpy!
Duties, Maiya scoffed. Animal sacrifices, blood rituals, and profane worship.
Maiya felt tainted. The longer she spent among their ranks, the worse the sensation became. Like she was being dyed with a substance that couldnt ever be washed off, regardless of how much soap she used.
The switch-off points allowed Maiya a much-needed chance to stretch her body and to clear her mind. At each point, another handmaiden awaited, ready with fresh water and food for the avian beasts, ensuring theyd be ready for the return journey.
In scarcely any time at all, they crossed the Kinjal border with Hiranya, with the lights of Hiranyas northernmost cityBramshining far below them, to the west.
Shed never visited, though she doubted there was much to see there. It was a Hiranyan city, after all. She said that not with condescension, but an acute understanding of where the countries stood. Hiranya was poor. That poverty was evident in every nook and cranny of the kingdom, with one glaring exceptionRayids palace.
The temperature plummeted soon after they crossed the Hiranyan border with Sai, and Maiya found herself activating more Magic Heat orbs to stay warm, continuously moving them to the parts of her body that needed them most.
Maiya breathed in relief when Sais capital of Kartara came into view, nestled against the soaring Glacial Alps, their black silhouettes blotting out the sky.
Im getting cold just looking at them, Maiya thought, shivering.
Their glossy peaks were frozen over and reflected the starlight with an immense coating of ice and snow.
The city itself was no less impressive. Ablaze with light, it resembled a large slice of a multi-tiered cakethe kind often seen at Sawai balls and banquets. Each tier was walled, and ringed the tier above it, making Kartara one of the prettiest cities Maiya had laid eyes on.
She wished she could spend more time there one day, exploring the citys shops and inns and attractions. Maybe with Vir. Maybe even romantically.
Maiya blushed, a sudden warmth filling her chest and driving away the cold.
The handmaiden ordered their Acira to descend rapidly, overflying the outer rings of the city before landing in what must have been the Sawai district.
Yet even before they landed, Maiya knew.
Something had gone terribly wrong.
Despite the frigid nighttime conditions, tiny dots ran chaotically, this way and that.
The people are panicking, Maiya thought, her concern growing with each passing moment.
And then finally saw it. The lights that had blazed so brightly werent all the same. Some were steady, while others danced, shining a redder hue.
Fires! Maiya realized.
Fires blazed through the Sawai district, and when they finally landed, it wasnt to frigid cold, but searing heat.
I cant land here! the handmaiden said, tying a handkerchief around her mouth to ward off the fumes. Maiya did the same.
Its fine. Leave me here and set down where you can. Ill contact you via the communications orb when Im ready to be extracted.
The handmaiden nodded. Then may Vera be with you, milady.
The Acira took to the sky, leaving Maiya alone in a burning city, saddled with an impossible goal.
How in all the realms am I supposed to make sense of this mess?
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Chapter 273: (Arc 7) Kartara Nights (One) (Maiya)
Maiya bid her attendants goodnight, locking the door to her bedchambers behind her. She lost no time, stripping off her unholy garb, and dumping it unceremoniously in a pile on the floor. Rushing to her mirror, she began the arduous task of applying her makeup, starting with a moisturizer, before moving through primers, foundations, bronzers, and blush, finishing with her highlighters and eyeliner.
It was quite an involved process. One that shed long ago mastered. This time, she worked off an incredibly detailed canvas painting of Princess Kiras likeness that Ira had given her when shed visited Sonam. Maiya would be on the move and it would be dark, so the details didnt matter overly much, but the closer she got, the more likely it was that Iras plan would actually work.
There was little time. The operation was due to commence in just a few short hoursassuming Iras handmaidens managed to break Princess Kira out from her house arrest. Maiya wouldnt know until she met Iras agent at the meeting spot. Jatan Forest was convenient in that it was both close to the Childrens Sanctuary and also offered an ideal location for clandestine meetings.
With her makeup applied, Maiya was now the spitting image of Princess Kira, Iras younger sister. Beautiful, silver-haired, and slightly deranged. While shed never seen the princess in person, Ira had provided a detailed dossier summarizing her character and her past behavior. She was, by all accounts, an epitomal Kinjal. Despite being a mejai, she lived and breathed combat. Her technique was said to be superb for her age, and though she had little actual combat experience, her instincts were nearly feral.
She was also somewhat deranged, picking fights seemingly at random, mauling nearby guards when she got the fancy. And, crucially, she possessed a lesser affinity for Ice magic. It was one of the reasons Ira had chosen Maiya for this operation, despite the risk.
A wild princess. Wonder if wed get along
Envisioning Kiras character, Maiya did her best to approximate the princess facial expressions, ranging from creepy smiles to battle-crazed laughter. She was thankful her rooms stone walls were so thickthough if she was honest, she was likely at one of the only places in the Known World where deranged laughter wouldnt cause anyone to bat an eye.
When she was satisfied, she donned a plain black robethe armor she was supposed to wear tonight would be provided by Iras agents at their rendezvous point. Itd have been far too risky to deliver the clothes to Maiya while she was sequestered inside the cults sanctuary, after all, so this was the next best option.
As for why she stripped off her clothes before applying makeup, it was a lesson shed learned the hard way, long ago. Face paint had a tendency to get on to clothing, despite the care taken. Under normal circumstances, it would be an annoyance. Here? it might very well compromise Maiyas cover, should any of the cleaning staff discover.
Donning light shoes, Maiya swiveled the bookshelf at the back of her room. For once, Maiya was thankful for the cultists paranoia. They had insisted on assigning their most precious member a room with not one, but two secret exits. They told her to use the passage only during emergencies, and Maiya had happily lied that she would.
Shed already used the passages several times, though usually just to get some fresh air and privacy. Her position within the organization afforded her precious little free time. Annoyingly, her hectic schedule was the best insurance the cultists could have bought to keep an eye on Maiya at all times.
Even at night, shed have attendants knocking at her door to ensure all was well.
Which was why shed arranged a countermeasure.
When Maiya exited the one-way door at the end of her secret passage, she held it open. The Kinjal handmaiden who appeared from the forest was almost the spitting image of Maiya herself.
The operation is on schedule, the handmaiden said succinctly before stealing into the passage.New novel chapters are published on
Well, alright then
Iras handmaidens were all well, they were like Neeti, the head handmaiden. As disciplined as they came. With all the emotions of granite, too, Maiya noted.
She seemed to be the sole exception, and on more than one occasion, Maiya had wondered if that was why the princess had taken a liking to her.
Shrugging, Maiya inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh scent of the forest. She peered up at the stars, peeking through the gaps in the canopy so high above, and took a moment to appreciate the sound of wind rustling through leaves.
Living underground was insidious. The absence of sunlight and natural sounds and smells slowly eroded ones sanity, to the point where she wasnt sure what was worsethat, or the cultists.
Maybe thats why all the Children are so kooky, Maiya thought, running easily through Jatan Forest, relishing the feeling of the cold air against her cheeks. Then again, maybe not.
The Lighten Load orbs slotted into her magical robe reduced the normally arduous trek into something that was nearly effortless, and she wondered why more wealthy people and mejai didnt use them more.
She soon arrived at the designated clearing, where another handmaiden awaited beside an Acira. A very familiar Acira.
The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.
Frumpy!
Duties, Maiya scoffed. Animal sacrifices, blood rituals, and profane worship.
Maiya felt tainted. The longer she spent among their ranks, the worse the sensation became. Like she was being dyed with a substance that couldnt ever be washed off, regardless of how much soap she used.
The switch-off points allowed Maiya a much-needed chance to stretch her body and to clear her mind. At each point, another handmaiden awaited, ready with fresh water and food for the avian beasts, ensuring theyd be ready for the return journey.
In scarcely any time at all, they crossed the Kinjal border with Hiranya, with the lights of Hiranyas northernmost cityBramshining far below them, to the west.
Shed never visited, though she doubted there was much to see there. It was a Hiranyan city, after all. She said that not with condescension, but an acute understanding of where the countries stood. Hiranya was poor. That poverty was evident in every nook and cranny of the kingdom, with one glaring exceptionRayids palace.
The temperature plummeted soon after they crossed the Hiranyan border with Sai, and Maiya found herself activating more Magic Heat orbs to stay warm, continuously moving them to the parts of her body that needed them most.
Maiya breathed in relief when Sais capital of Kartara came into view, nestled against the soaring Glacial Alps, their black silhouettes blotting out the sky.
Im getting cold just looking at them, Maiya thought, shivering.
Their glossy peaks were frozen over and reflected the starlight with an immense coating of ice and snow.
The city itself was no less impressive. Ablaze with light, it resembled a large slice of a multi-tiered cakethe kind often seen at Sawai balls and banquets. Each tier was walled, and ringed the tier above it, making Kartara one of the prettiest cities Maiya had laid eyes on.
She wished she could spend more time there one day, exploring the citys shops and inns and attractions. Maybe with Vir. Maybe even romantically.
Maiya blushed, a sudden warmth filling her chest and driving away the cold.
The handmaiden ordered their Acira to descend rapidly, overflying the outer rings of the city before landing in what must have been the Sawai district.
Yet even before they landed, Maiya knew.
Something had gone terribly wrong.
Despite the frigid nighttime conditions, tiny dots ran chaotically, this way and that.
The people are panicking, Maiya thought, her concern growing with each passing moment.
And then finally saw it. The lights that had blazed so brightly werent all the same. Some were steady, while others danced, shining a redder hue.
Fires! Maiya realized.
Fires blazed through the Sawai district, and when they finally landed, it wasnt to frigid cold, but searing heat.
I cant land here! the handmaiden said, tying a handkerchief around her mouth to ward off the fumes. Maiya did the same.
Its fine. Leave me here and set down where you can. Ill contact you via the communications orb when Im ready to be extracted.
The handmaiden nodded. Then may Vera be with you, milady.
The Acira took to the sky, leaving Maiya alone in a burning city, saddled with an impossible goal.
How in all the realms am I supposed to make sense of this mess?
Chapter 273: Arc 7 Kartara Nights One MaiyaMaiya bid her attendants goodnight, locking the door to her bedchambers behind her. She lost no time, stripping off her unholy garb, and dumping it unceremoniously in a pile on the floor. Rushing to her mirror, she began the arduous task of applying her makeup, starting with a moisturizer, before moving through primers, foundations, bronzers, and blush, finishing with her highlighters and eyeliner.It was quite an involved process. One that shed long ago mastered. This time, she worked off an incredibly detailed canvas painting of Princess Kiras likeness that Ira had given her when shed visited Sonam. Maiya would be on the move and it would be dark, so the details didnt matter overly much, but the closer she got, the more likely it was that Iras plan would actually work.There was little time. The operation was due to commence in just a few short hoursassuming Iras handmaidens managed to break Princess Kira out from her house arrest. Maiya wouldnt know until she met Iras agent at the meeting spot. Jatan Forest was convenient in that it was both close to the Childrens Sanctuary and also offered an ideal location for clandestine meetings.With her makeup applied, Maiya was now the spitting image of Princess Kira, Iras younger sister. Beautiful, silver-haired, and slightly deranged. While shed never seen the princess in person, Ira had provided a detailed dossier summarizing her character and her past behavior. She was, by all accounts, an epitomal Kinjal. Despite being a mejai, she lived and breathed combat. Her technique was said to be superb for her age, and though she had little actual combat experience, her instincts were nearly feral.She was also somewhat deranged, picking fights seemingly at random, mauling nearby guards when she got the fancy. And, crucially, she possessed a lesser affinity for Ice magic. It was one of the reasons Ira had chosen Maiya for this operation, despite the risk.A wild princess. Wonder if wed get alongEnvisioning Kiras character, Maiya did her best to approximate the princess facial expressions, ranging from creepy smiles to battle-crazed laughter. She was thankful her rooms stone walls were so thickthough if she was honest, she was likely at one of the only places in the Known World where deranged laughter wouldnt cause anyone to bat an eye.When she was satisfied, she donned a plain black robethe armor she was supposed to wear tonight would be provided by Iras agents at their rendezvous point. Itd have been far too risky to deliver the clothes to Maiya while she was sequestered inside the cults sanctuary, after all, so this was the next best option.As for why she stripped off her clothes before applying makeup, it was a lesson shed learned the hard way, long ago. Face paint had a tendency to get on to clothing, despite the care taken. Under normal circumstances, it would be an annoyance. Here? it might very well compromise Maiyas cover, should any of the cleaning staff discover.Donning light shoes, Maiya swiveled the bookshelf at the back of her room. For once, Maiya was thankful for the cultists paranoia. They had insisted on assigning their most precious member a room with not one, but two secret exits. They told her to use the passage only during emergencies, and Maiya had happily lied that she would.Shed already used the passages several times, though usually just to get some fresh air and privacy. Her position within the organization afforded her precious little free time. Annoyingly, her hectic schedule was the best insurance the cultists could have bought to keep an eye on Maiya at all times.Even at night, shed have attendants knocking at her door to ensure all was well.Which was why shed arranged a countermeasure.When Maiya exited the one-way door at the end of her secret passage, she held it open. The Kinjal handmaiden who appeared from the forest was almost the spitting image of Maiya herself.The operation is on schedule, the handmaiden said succinctly before stealing into the passage.New novel chapters are published onWell, alright thenIras handmaidens were all well, they were like Neeti, the head handmaiden. As disciplined as they came. With all the emotions of granite, too, Maiya noted.She seemed to be the sole exception, and on more than one occasion, Maiya had wondered if that was why the princess had taken a liking to her.Shrugging, Maiya inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh scent of the forest. She peered up at the stars, peeking through the gaps in the canopy so high above, and took a moment to appreciate the sound of wind rustling through leaves.Living underground was insidious. The absence of sunlight and natural sounds and smells slowly eroded ones sanity, to the point where she wasnt sure what was worsethat, or the cultists.Maybe thats why all the Children are so kooky, Maiya thought, running easily through Jatan Forest, relishing the feeling of the cold air against her cheeks. Then again, maybe not.The Lighten Load orbs slotted into her magical robe reduced the normally arduous trek into something that was nearly effortless, and she wondered why more wealthy people and mejai didnt use them more.She soon arrived at the designated clearing, where another handmaiden awaited beside an Acira. A very familiar Acira.The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.Frumpy!Duties, Maiya scoffed. Animal sacrifices, blood rituals, and profane worship.Maiya felt tainted. The longer she spent among their ranks, the worse the sensation became. Like she was being dyed with a substance that couldnt ever be washed off, regardless of how much soap she used.The switch-off points allowed Maiya a much-needed chance to stretch her body and to clear her mind. At each point, another handmaiden awaited, ready with fresh water and food for the avian beasts, ensuring theyd be ready for the return journey.In scarcely any time at all, they crossed the Kinjal border with Hiranya, with the lights of Hiranyas northernmost cityBramshining far below them, to the west.Shed never visited, though she doubted there was much to see there. It was a Hiranyan city, after all. She said that not with condescension, but an acute understanding of where the countries stood. Hiranya was poor. That poverty was evident in every nook and cranny of the kingdom, with one glaring exceptionRayids palace.The temperature plummeted soon after they crossed the Hiranyan border with Sai, and Maiya found herself activating more Magic Heat orbs to stay warm, continuously moving them to the parts of her body that needed them most.Maiya breathed in relief when Sais capital of Kartara came into view, nestled against the soaring Glacial Alps, their black silhouettes blotting out the sky.Im getting cold just looking at them, Maiya thought, shivering.Their glossy peaks were frozen over and reflected the starlight with an immense coating of ice and snow.The city itself was no less impressive. Ablaze with light, it resembled a large slice of a multi-tiered cakethe kind often seen at Sawai balls and banquets. Each tier was walled, and ringed the tier above it, making Kartara one of the prettiest cities Maiya had laid eyes on.She wished she could spend more time there one day, exploring the citys shops and inns and attractions. Maybe with Vir. Maybe even romantically.Maiya blushed, a sudden warmth filling her chest and driving away the cold.The handmaiden ordered their Acira to descend rapidly, overflying the outer rings of the city before landing in what must have been the Sawai district.Yet even before they landed, Maiya knew.Something had gone terribly wrong.Despite the frigid nighttime conditions, tiny dots ran chaotically, this way and that.The people are panicking, Maiya thought, her concern growing with each passing moment.And then finally saw it. The lights that had blazed so brightly werent all the same. Some were steady, while others danced, shining a redder hue.Fires! Maiya realized.Fires blazed through the Sawai district, and when they finally landed, it wasnt to frigid cold, but searing heat.I cant land here! the handmaiden said, tying a handkerchief around her mouth to ward off the fumes. Maiya did the same.Its fine. Leave me here and set down where you can. Ill contact you via the communications orb when Im ready to be extracted.The handmaiden nodded. Then may Vera be with you, milady.The Acira took to the sky, leaving Maiya alone in a burning city, saddled with an impossible goal.How in all the realms am I supposed to make sense of this mess?
