Chapter 258
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Chapter 258
Travelling by rickshaw was an exhilarating new experience for Song. Though shed seen them many times in her travels, shed never been allowed to ride one, usually forced to choke on dust and dirt while following behind on foot. Never in all her dreams did she imagine such a simple method of travel could be so breathtaking and intoxicating. Sitting high above the ground, she watched the autumnal hues blend together as the quin-drawn carriage zipped along the road. The cushioned seat and spring-fastened carriage absorbed every bump and jolt while the wind coursed through her hair, lending a sublime atmosphere to the journey as if she were a deity from on high travelling through this mortal realm.
How many simple pleasures were hiding in plain sight, formerly denied her due to her status?
The chubby bear cubs shared Songs enthusiasm, heads hanging over the sides of the carriage with tongues and scarves flapping in the wind, parsing through and enjoying the myriad of scents. Likewise, Lady Mei Lin leaned so far over the side Song worried shed tumble to her death below, hanging onto the hare-girls scarf and belt with an iron grip. Neat braids and furred-ears trailing behind her, the elegantly dressed young lady lifted her hands in the air and shrieked with laughter, hollering with such joy for life it filled Song with both cheer and worry. So pure and innocent, there was something about Lady Mei Lin which made Song want to steal her away and safeguard her from this worlds sin and corruption.
Breathless from laughter, Lady Mei Lin fell back into her seat and squeezed Song in an embrace. Thank you Li-Li, she said after regaining her breath. That was so much fun! Daddy never lets me do that, hes always worried Ill fall and crack my head.
Blinking in bewilderment, Song nodded and wondered if she should keep Lady Mei Lin inside the carriage from now on, struggling to choose between her new Masters bliss and well-being. Unaware of her inner conflict, Lady Mei Lin grinned and fixed her hair and clothes, shifting and twisting in her seat to a silent rhythm, too happy to sit still. And thanks for coming along. Even though Tanna is there waiting for me, Daddy doesnt want me travelling alone. This is gonna be so much fun, after we finish the errand we can go shopping!
Though still unsure what this mission entailed, Song replied, This one is at your command, Master.
The rote reply earned her a pout. Not this one, but Li-Li, and not Master, but Lin-Lin.
Yes Lin-Lin, Li-Li obeys.
The pout deepened and was joined by a crinkled nose and puffed cheeks, Lady Mei Lin expressing displeasure at Songs conduct. Far from worrying her, the sight warmed Songs heart, charmed by this most adorable of masters. Hmm... so tricky, Lady Mei Lin muttered, rubbing her head on Songs arm. Its so difficult not to give orders... Okay, ignore the last order. You can call me whatever you want Li-Li, but Id be really, really, really happy if you called me Lin-Lin. All the time, even after I give Mi-Mi back your necklace, ya?
Unable to refuse her pleading eyes, Song nodded and answered, Yes, Lin-Lin. It was a small thing which brought Lady Mei Lin great joy, though Song couldnt understand why she insisted on using childish pet names.
Though without an order, Song couldn't bear to refer to herself as 'Li-Li'.
Thank you Li-Li. After another hug, Lady Mei Lin pulled out Songs chain and sighed, studying the necklace and its shimmering purple gemstone in the light. So pretty but so terrible too. How can someone bear to force such an ugly Oath? Tucking the chain away, she smiled and reached up to pat Songs head. Dont worry Li-Li, youre with us now, ya? Youre Mi-Mis real sister and since Mi-Mi and me are like sisters, it means youre my sister too. We wont let anything bad happen to you ever again.
Naive, but well-intentioned, so Song merely nodded instead of pointing out her fallacy. So long as the chain existed, it could be taken away. The Bekhai had already done so much, Song couldnt possibly ask them to permanently burden themselves with her existence. No, she would have to earn it, like she earned her place in Mama Akanais family.
Which was now Li Songs family. The thought was enough to fill her with warmth.
It still felt so surreal to have a mother and a master who was also a sister. Mama Akanai treated Song so well it made her feel guilty and undeserving, working extra hard so not to disappoint her new family. At todays lunch, Song had been so uncomfortable watching Master set the table, only Mama Akanais warm but firm hug keeping her in her seat. Master seemed in such a foul mood of late, waking later than normal and grumbling more often than not, and Song was at a loss to help her.
It was all that damnable Zians fault, brazenly using Master to hone his martial skills before humiliating her time and time again, shamelessly declaring victory in their spars despite his obvious inferiority. The difference in martial skill would be soon forgotten and the world would only remember Situ Jia Zians eight consecutive victories over Sumila of the Bekhai. There was nothing Master could do in reply short of throwing aside all face and asking someone with an Aura to shield her during their spars. Were it not for Masters explicit orders to stay out of it, Song would have damned the consequences and set fire to the arrogant princelings quarters in his sleep.
At worst, Mama Akanai could turn over Songs chain to face justice, where she would freely admit the crimes were done of her own volition. Death was a small price to pay for this last blissful week filled with familial love and affection. Even Papa Husolt, frightening as he appeared, was a kind and gentle soul, though she still felt uncomfortable in his presence.
Her mind knew he wasnt at fault, but she still couldnt help it. Men with power over her made her nervous, such was life.
Their journey soon came to an end as the quins slowed to a stop. At the side of the road, a multitude of tents and pavilions stood where a bustling impromptu marketplace sprang up every night. Though the rickshaw was eye-catching and expensive, none but bravest of thieves would even think of stealing it away. Well-groomed and well-dressed in their blue silk shirts, the two wagon-quins made for an endearing sight until they bared their teeth and flashed their claws at anyone who strayed too close. Compounding the threat was Songs naked quin Erdene, wiggling in the grass to cool down after the long run, carrying five-hundred kilos of wildcat in her cart all by herself.
Perhaps later Song could purchase a shirt for Erdene and something for the wildcats and bears. Rain was too miserly, providing nothing but scarves for his pets despite all his newfound wealth. Jimjam would look darling in a tiny vest and hat, and even though he hated wearing them, hed come around to it in time.
Giving the temperamental wildcat a vigorous scratching to distract him from his scarf, Song followed Lady Mei Lin deeper into the forest and the busy marketplace, the crowd giving way for Jimjam and Sarankho. All manner of items were on display to be sold, from expensive bolts of silk to bales of hay worth a fraction of a copper, while men and women haggled and bargained to make the most of their coin. In light of the outbreak at Sanshu, measures were taken to guard against Defiled infiltration, meaning any unrelated persons were barred from approaching within five kilometres of the Wall. Thus, a group of enterprising individuals organized this roadside bazaar here at the edge of the boundary, catering to the needs of every common labourer or highborn aristocrat still stationed at the Wall.
Keeping an eye on the unsavoury elements hidden in every shadow, Song fondled her sabers hilt, daring the thieves and pickpockets to test her. Eager to try out Mama Akanais personal suggestions and corrections, Song was willing to lower herself to fighting crooks if need be, but Jimjam and Sarankho were reason enough to scare the scavengers away. A shame, but it made Songs task easier. While bold and adventurous, Lady Mei Lin displayed no evidence of martial training.
Letting loose with a heavy sigh, Akanai sipped a spoonful of soup and grimaced. Shed waited too long and the food had gone cold. Enough, she decided leaving the meal uneaten as she left the room. No more agonizing over what might be and letting sleeping bears lie as her husband would have it. Time to damn the consequences and face Mila head on.
After all, she was a reasonable and sensible girl who could never hate her loving Mama.
Right?
The ride to the boys lodgings felt like the longest journey Akanai had ever taken, perspiring in spite of the cold autumn wind. Knocking to announce her arrival, she waited a full three seconds before striding in, just in time to catch the full force of sweet Milas glare, delivered while lying in Rains bed. Sweet Mother, is the boys absence truly responsible for her foul mood? Perhaps she should order him back and have him train his people in town. Resisting the urge to wince, Akanai pretended to study Rains lodgings, surprised by how warm the interior was even without a fire. The temperature made her feel like she was sweating buckets, it was absurd. You missed dinner, Akanai began, immediately regretting her choice. Too accusatory, as if blaming the girl. I have yet to eat, shall we dine at a restaurant? Better, not perfect, but better.
No, Mila replied, her tone dull and listless as she settled into the blankets. Im not hungry.
Choking back a sigh, Akanai patted sweet Atir as she greeted her patriarch, aged Kankin still fussing over his brood as he groomed her fur. If only people were so simple.
...
Well, why couldnt they be?
Sitting on the boys bed, she stroked Milas hair and asked, Daughter, what troubles you so? Be honest, Mama is here for you.
And so, with a single question, Milas walls came crumbling down. Mama, she asked, her tearful voice no louder than a whisper. I dont know what to do anymore.
It hurt to see Mila so miserable and wretched, but as Mila explained her internal struggle, Akanai couldnt help but laugh out loud. Oh sweet foolish daughter, this is why youve been in a foul mood? Because the Emperor abandoned the Western Province? Soothing Milas hurt look with a gesture of apology, she smiled and Sent, Hear me, my sweet, silly daughter. I was much like you once, hungering for fame and glory. I too wished to be a Hero of the Empire, and like you, I discovered the title worth less than a mouses fart. Over fifty years ago, I was summoned to the Central Province to receive a medal denoting me as a Hero of the Empire.
YOU TOLD ME ALL ABOUT THIS, MEETING THE EMPERORS REPRESENTATIVE WHO BESTOWED UPON YOU A TITLE.
All true, but now I will tell you the parts I left out. That trip was supposed to be my first step towards fame and an illustrious career, but instead, it caused me to abandon my dreams and withdraw from the Empire. Sighing, Akanai gathered her thoughts before continuing. I was so excited to receive my title, to stand beside other great warriors of the nation. The Emperors representative presented me the title, Herald of the Storms, for wherever I appeared, a storm of arrows would fall and silence my enemies. Looking Mila in the eye, Akanai said, Think about it child. What problem do you see?
...NOTHING MAMA.
Silly girl. The Empire holds the bow in contempt, the weapon of a peasant and coward. The title was given to mock me and accompanied by a chorus of laughter and derision. Never mind how I turned back 50,000 Defiled with a mere 3,000 archers and 9,000 soldiers, the results mattered little. All those puffed up nobles cared about was face and it irked them to have a filthy half-beast savage outranking so many real talents. They couldnt take my rank away, the Emperor had already spoken, so instead, they mocked and marginalized my achievements. They called me a liar and claimed I exaggerated my deeds for fame and glory. To make matters worse, they sent warriors to kill me on the journey home, and though I returned with my life intact, many of my comrades did not, comrades who fought and survived against the Defiled. In my anger, I rejected the Empire for it rejected me, abandoning plans for fame and fortune in favour of a quiet life at home with family and friends. To put it lightly, it was not a popular decision.
THEN WHY DO YOU STILL FIGHT MAMA?
Smiling at her beautiful, freckled daughter, Akanai answered, Because the pup still thirsts for glory and bloodshed. Because your betrothed has a penchant for getting into trouble. Because for the first time in history, the Fathers minions have banded together to destroy us all. Gesturing for Mila to sit up, Akanai wrapped her in a hearty hug before speaking aloud. Never once have I forced you along the Martial Path, for it is a thankless pursuit. The Emperor abandons the West as one severs a rotting limb, sacrificing the few for the sake of the many, and I believe the decision correct. Should the Defiled break through here then there is no doubt in my mind we would share the Wests fate. Such is life my daughter, trials and tribulations, a struggle without end. How you meet the struggle, with spear and shield, hammer and anvil, or what have you, is your choice.
Milas brow furrowed in thought and Akanais heart ached. So young to make this decision, but these were dark times. Abandoning the West left a sour taste on her lips, but whos to say the Western Bridge wasnt taken through treachery like Sanshu almost was? Or worse, what if thered been a breach in the Treaty? If the greatest servants of the Mother and Father clashed in battle, they would lay waste to the world around them. If the worst came to pass, then Akanai could only pray the damage be contained to the Western Province.
No matter what, the West was lost. May their souls rest in the arms of the Mother.
Mama. Milas voice brought Akanai out of her thoughts, seeing her daughter with clear eyes and pursed lips. Nodding once, Mila declared, I still want both. I will be a Peerless Warrior like Mama and a Divine Blacksmith like Papa. It doesnt matter if I never find fame or glory, but I will defend the People and my family with my life, as you would. Wiping her eyes, Mila took Akanais hand and gestured towards the door. Sorry for making you worry Mama. Lets eat dinner, Im starving.
Chest swelling with pride, Akanai followed Mila out into the streets, happy to have her cheery daughter back with the fires of ambition burning bright once more. I've good news, she Sent, keeping her smile in check. The first shipment of Spiritual Hearts will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Your Papa is hard at work preparing to receive them. I wager he'll have plenty for you to do in the days to come, but I'll not ease up on your training. Seeing Mila's eyes light up with greed and desire made all the years of hard work and sacrifice seem like nothing in comparison.
Despite all her lofty titles, the one Akanai took the most pride in was Mother of Sumila and Li Song.
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Chapter 258
Travelling by rickshaw was an exhilarating new experience for Song. Though shed seen them many times in her travels, shed never been allowed to ride one, usually forced to choke on dust and dirt while following behind on foot. Never in all her dreams did she imagine such a simple method of travel could be so breathtaking and intoxicating. Sitting high above the ground, she watched the autumnal hues blend together as the quin-drawn carriage zipped along the road. The cushioned seat and spring-fastened carriage absorbed every bump and jolt while the wind coursed through her hair, lending a sublime atmosphere to the journey as if she were a deity from on high travelling through this mortal realm.
How many simple pleasures were hiding in plain sight, formerly denied her due to her status?
The chubby bear cubs shared Songs enthusiasm, heads hanging over the sides of the carriage with tongues and scarves flapping in the wind, parsing through and enjoying the myriad of scents. Likewise, Lady Mei Lin leaned so far over the side Song worried shed tumble to her death below, hanging onto the hare-girls scarf and belt with an iron grip. Neat braids and furred-ears trailing behind her, the elegantly dressed young lady lifted her hands in the air and shrieked with laughter, hollering with such joy for life it filled Song with both cheer and worry. So pure and innocent, there was something about Lady Mei Lin which made Song want to steal her away and safeguard her from this worlds sin and corruption.
Breathless from laughter, Lady Mei Lin fell back into her seat and squeezed Song in an embrace. Thank you Li-Li, she said after regaining her breath. That was so much fun! Daddy never lets me do that, hes always worried Ill fall and crack my head.
Blinking in bewilderment, Song nodded and wondered if she should keep Lady Mei Lin inside the carriage from now on, struggling to choose between her new Masters bliss and well-being. Unaware of her inner conflict, Lady Mei Lin grinned and fixed her hair and clothes, shifting and twisting in her seat to a silent rhythm, too happy to sit still. And thanks for coming along. Even though Tanna is there waiting for me, Daddy doesnt want me travelling alone. This is gonna be so much fun, after we finish the errand we can go shopping!
Though still unsure what this mission entailed, Song replied, This one is at your command, Master.
The rote reply earned her a pout. Not this one, but Li-Li, and not Master, but Lin-Lin.
Yes Lin-Lin, Li-Li obeys.
The pout deepened and was joined by a crinkled nose and puffed cheeks, Lady Mei Lin expressing displeasure at Songs conduct. Far from worrying her, the sight warmed Songs heart, charmed by this most adorable of masters. Hmm... so tricky, Lady Mei Lin muttered, rubbing her head on Songs arm. Its so difficult not to give orders... Okay, ignore the last order. You can call me whatever you want Li-Li, but Id be really, really, really happy if you called me Lin-Lin. All the time, even after I give Mi-Mi back your necklace, ya?
Unable to refuse her pleading eyes, Song nodded and answered, Yes, Lin-Lin. It was a small thing which brought Lady Mei Lin great joy, though Song couldnt understand why she insisted on using childish pet names.
Though without an order, Song couldn't bear to refer to herself as 'Li-Li'.
Thank you Li-Li. After another hug, Lady Mei Lin pulled out Songs chain and sighed, studying the necklace and its shimmering purple gemstone in the light. So pretty but so terrible too. How can someone bear to force such an ugly Oath? Tucking the chain away, she smiled and reached up to pat Songs head. Dont worry Li-Li, youre with us now, ya? Youre Mi-Mis real sister and since Mi-Mi and me are like sisters, it means youre my sister too. We wont let anything bad happen to you ever again.
Naive, but well-intentioned, so Song merely nodded instead of pointing out her fallacy. So long as the chain existed, it could be taken away. The Bekhai had already done so much, Song couldnt possibly ask them to permanently burden themselves with her existence. No, she would have to earn it, like she earned her place in Mama Akanais family.
Which was now Li Songs family. The thought was enough to fill her with warmth.
It still felt so surreal to have a mother and a master who was also a sister. Mama Akanai treated Song so well it made her feel guilty and undeserving, working extra hard so not to disappoint her new family. At todays lunch, Song had been so uncomfortable watching Master set the table, only Mama Akanais warm but firm hug keeping her in her seat. Master seemed in such a foul mood of late, waking later than normal and grumbling more often than not, and Song was at a loss to help her.
It was all that damnable Zians fault, brazenly using Master to hone his martial skills before humiliating her time and time again, shamelessly declaring victory in their spars despite his obvious inferiority. The difference in martial skill would be soon forgotten and the world would only remember Situ Jia Zians eight consecutive victories over Sumila of the Bekhai. There was nothing Master could do in reply short of throwing aside all face and asking someone with an Aura to shield her during their spars. Were it not for Masters explicit orders to stay out of it, Song would have damned the consequences and set fire to the arrogant princelings quarters in his sleep.
At worst, Mama Akanai could turn over Songs chain to face justice, where she would freely admit the crimes were done of her own volition. Death was a small price to pay for this last blissful week filled with familial love and affection. Even Papa Husolt, frightening as he appeared, was a kind and gentle soul, though she still felt uncomfortable in his presence.
Her mind knew he wasnt at fault, but she still couldnt help it. Men with power over her made her nervous, such was life.
Their journey soon came to an end as the quins slowed to a stop. At the side of the road, a multitude of tents and pavilions stood where a bustling impromptu marketplace sprang up every night. Though the rickshaw was eye-catching and expensive, none but bravest of thieves would even think of stealing it away. Well-groomed and well-dressed in their blue silk shirts, the two wagon-quins made for an endearing sight until they bared their teeth and flashed their claws at anyone who strayed too close. Compounding the threat was Songs naked quin Erdene, wiggling in the grass to cool down after the long run, carrying five-hundred kilos of wildcat in her cart all by herself.
Perhaps later Song could purchase a shirt for Erdene and something for the wildcats and bears. Rain was too miserly, providing nothing but scarves for his pets despite all his newfound wealth. Jimjam would look darling in a tiny vest and hat, and even though he hated wearing them, hed come around to it in time.
Giving the temperamental wildcat a vigorous scratching to distract him from his scarf, Song followed Lady Mei Lin deeper into the forest and the busy marketplace, the crowd giving way for Jimjam and Sarankho. All manner of items were on display to be sold, from expensive bolts of silk to bales of hay worth a fraction of a copper, while men and women haggled and bargained to make the most of their coin. In light of the outbreak at Sanshu, measures were taken to guard against Defiled infiltration, meaning any unrelated persons were barred from approaching within five kilometres of the Wall. Thus, a group of enterprising individuals organized this roadside bazaar here at the edge of the boundary, catering to the needs of every common labourer or highborn aristocrat still stationed at the Wall.
Keeping an eye on the unsavoury elements hidden in every shadow, Song fondled her sabers hilt, daring the thieves and pickpockets to test her. Eager to try out Mama Akanais personal suggestions and corrections, Song was willing to lower herself to fighting crooks if need be, but Jimjam and Sarankho were reason enough to scare the scavengers away. A shame, but it made Songs task easier. While bold and adventurous, Lady Mei Lin displayed no evidence of martial training.
Letting loose with a heavy sigh, Akanai sipped a spoonful of soup and grimaced. Shed waited too long and the food had gone cold. Enough, she decided leaving the meal uneaten as she left the room. No more agonizing over what might be and letting sleeping bears lie as her husband would have it. Time to damn the consequences and face Mila head on.
After all, she was a reasonable and sensible girl who could never hate her loving Mama.
Right?
The ride to the boys lodgings felt like the longest journey Akanai had ever taken, perspiring in spite of the cold autumn wind. Knocking to announce her arrival, she waited a full three seconds before striding in, just in time to catch the full force of sweet Milas glare, delivered while lying in Rains bed. Sweet Mother, is the boys absence truly responsible for her foul mood? Perhaps she should order him back and have him train his people in town. Resisting the urge to wince, Akanai pretended to study Rains lodgings, surprised by how warm the interior was even without a fire. The temperature made her feel like she was sweating buckets, it was absurd. You missed dinner, Akanai began, immediately regretting her choice. Too accusatory, as if blaming the girl. I have yet to eat, shall we dine at a restaurant? Better, not perfect, but better.
No, Mila replied, her tone dull and listless as she settled into the blankets. Im not hungry.
Choking back a sigh, Akanai patted sweet Atir as she greeted her patriarch, aged Kankin still fussing over his brood as he groomed her fur. If only people were so simple.
...
Well, why couldnt they be?
Sitting on the boys bed, she stroked Milas hair and asked, Daughter, what troubles you so? Be honest, Mama is here for you.
And so, with a single question, Milas walls came crumbling down. Mama, she asked, her tearful voice no louder than a whisper. I dont know what to do anymore.
It hurt to see Mila so miserable and wretched, but as Mila explained her internal struggle, Akanai couldnt help but laugh out loud. Oh sweet foolish daughter, this is why youve been in a foul mood? Because the Emperor abandoned the Western Province? Soothing Milas hurt look with a gesture of apology, she smiled and Sent, Hear me, my sweet, silly daughter. I was much like you once, hungering for fame and glory. I too wished to be a Hero of the Empire, and like you, I discovered the title worth less than a mouses fart. Over fifty years ago, I was summoned to the Central Province to receive a medal denoting me as a Hero of the Empire.
YOU TOLD ME ALL ABOUT THIS, MEETING THE EMPERORS REPRESENTATIVE WHO BESTOWED UPON YOU A TITLE.
All true, but now I will tell you the parts I left out. That trip was supposed to be my first step towards fame and an illustrious career, but instead, it caused me to abandon my dreams and withdraw from the Empire. Sighing, Akanai gathered her thoughts before continuing. I was so excited to receive my title, to stand beside other great warriors of the nation. The Emperors representative presented me the title, Herald of the Storms, for wherever I appeared, a storm of arrows would fall and silence my enemies. Looking Mila in the eye, Akanai said, Think about it child. What problem do you see?
...NOTHING MAMA.
Silly girl. The Empire holds the bow in contempt, the weapon of a peasant and coward. The title was given to mock me and accompanied by a chorus of laughter and derision. Never mind how I turned back 50,000 Defiled with a mere 3,000 archers and 9,000 soldiers, the results mattered little. All those puffed up nobles cared about was face and it irked them to have a filthy half-beast savage outranking so many real talents. They couldnt take my rank away, the Emperor had already spoken, so instead, they mocked and marginalized my achievements. They called me a liar and claimed I exaggerated my deeds for fame and glory. To make matters worse, they sent warriors to kill me on the journey home, and though I returned with my life intact, many of my comrades did not, comrades who fought and survived against the Defiled. In my anger, I rejected the Empire for it rejected me, abandoning plans for fame and fortune in favour of a quiet life at home with family and friends. To put it lightly, it was not a popular decision.
THEN WHY DO YOU STILL FIGHT MAMA?
Smiling at her beautiful, freckled daughter, Akanai answered, Because the pup still thirsts for glory and bloodshed. Because your betrothed has a penchant for getting into trouble. Because for the first time in history, the Fathers minions have banded together to destroy us all. Gesturing for Mila to sit up, Akanai wrapped her in a hearty hug before speaking aloud. Never once have I forced you along the Martial Path, for it is a thankless pursuit. The Emperor abandons the West as one severs a rotting limb, sacrificing the few for the sake of the many, and I believe the decision correct. Should the Defiled break through here then there is no doubt in my mind we would share the Wests fate. Such is life my daughter, trials and tribulations, a struggle without end. How you meet the struggle, with spear and shield, hammer and anvil, or what have you, is your choice.
Milas brow furrowed in thought and Akanais heart ached. So young to make this decision, but these were dark times. Abandoning the West left a sour taste on her lips, but whos to say the Western Bridge wasnt taken through treachery like Sanshu almost was? Or worse, what if thered been a breach in the Treaty? If the greatest servants of the Mother and Father clashed in battle, they would lay waste to the world around them. If the worst came to pass, then Akanai could only pray the damage be contained to the Western Province.
No matter what, the West was lost. May their souls rest in the arms of the Mother.
Mama. Milas voice brought Akanai out of her thoughts, seeing her daughter with clear eyes and pursed lips. Nodding once, Mila declared, I still want both. I will be a Peerless Warrior like Mama and a Divine Blacksmith like Papa. It doesnt matter if I never find fame or glory, but I will defend the People and my family with my life, as you would. Wiping her eyes, Mila took Akanais hand and gestured towards the door. Sorry for making you worry Mama. Lets eat dinner, Im starving.
Chest swelling with pride, Akanai followed Mila out into the streets, happy to have her cheery daughter back with the fires of ambition burning bright once more. I've good news, she Sent, keeping her smile in check. The first shipment of Spiritual Hearts will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Your Papa is hard at work preparing to receive them. I wager he'll have plenty for you to do in the days to come, but I'll not ease up on your training. Seeing Mila's eyes light up with greed and desire made all the years of hard work and sacrifice seem like nothing in comparison.
Despite all her lofty titles, the one Akanai took the most pride in was Mother of Sumila and Li Song.
Chapter Meme
Chapter 258Travelling by rickshaw was an exhilarating new experience for Song. Though shed seen them many times in her travels, shed never been allowed to ride one, usually forced to choke on dust and dirt while following behind on foot. Never in all her dreams did she imagine such a simple method of travel could be so breathtaking and intoxicating. Sitting high above the ground, she watched the autumnal hues blend together as the quin-drawn carriage zipped along the road. The cushioned seat and spring-fastened carriage absorbed every bump and jolt while the wind coursed through her hair, lending a sublime atmosphere to the journey as if she were a deity from on high travelling through this mortal realm.How many simple pleasures were hiding in plain sight, formerly denied her due to her status?The chubby bear cubs shared Songs enthusiasm, heads hanging over the sides of the carriage with tongues and scarves flapping in the wind, parsing through and enjoying the myriad of scents. Likewise, Lady Mei Lin leaned so far over the side Song worried shed tumble to her death below, hanging onto the hare-girls scarf and belt with an iron grip. Neat braids and furred-ears trailing behind her, the elegantly dressed young lady lifted her hands in the air and shrieked with laughter, hollering with such joy for life it filled Song with both cheer and worry. So pure and innocent, there was something about Lady Mei Lin which made Song want to steal her away and safeguard her from this worlds sin and corruption.Breathless from laughter, Lady Mei Lin fell back into her seat and squeezed Song in an embrace. Thank you Li-Li, she said after regaining her breath. That was so much fun! Daddy never lets me do that, hes always worried Ill fall and crack my head.Blinking in bewilderment, Song nodded and wondered if she should keep Lady Mei Lin inside the carriage from now on, struggling to choose between her new Masters bliss and well-being. Unaware of her inner conflict, Lady Mei Lin grinned and fixed her hair and clothes, shifting and twisting in her seat to a silent rhythm, too happy to sit still. And thanks for coming along. Even though Tanna is there waiting for me, Daddy doesnt want me travelling alone. This is gonna be so much fun, after we finish the errand we can go shopping!Though still unsure what this mission entailed, Song replied, This one is at your command, Master.The rote reply earned her a pout. Not this one, but Li-Li, and not Master, but Lin-Lin.Yes Lin-Lin, Li-Li obeys.The pout deepened and was joined by a crinkled nose and puffed cheeks, Lady Mei Lin expressing displeasure at Songs conduct. Far from worrying her, the sight warmed Songs heart, charmed by this most adorable of masters. Hmm... so tricky, Lady Mei Lin muttered, rubbing her head on Songs arm. Its so difficult not to give orders... Okay, ignore the last order. You can call me whatever you want Li-Li, but Id be really, really, really happy if you called me Lin-Lin. All the time, even after I give Mi-Mi back your necklace, ya?Unable to refuse her pleading eyes, Song nodded and answered, Yes, Lin-Lin. It was a small thing which brought Lady Mei Lin great joy, though Song couldnt understand why she insisted on using childish pet names.Though without an order, Song couldn't bear to refer to herself as 'Li-Li'.Thank you Li-Li. After another hug, Lady Mei Lin pulled out Songs chain and sighed, studying the necklace and its shimmering purple gemstone in the light. So pretty but so terrible too. How can someone bear to force such an ugly Oath? Tucking the chain away, she smiled and reached up to pat Songs head. Dont worry Li-Li, youre with us now, ya? Youre Mi-Mis real sister and since Mi-Mi and me are like sisters, it means youre my sister too. We wont let anything bad happen to you ever again.Naive, but well-intentioned, so Song merely nodded instead of pointing out her fallacy. So long as the chain existed, it could be taken away. The Bekhai had already done so much, Song couldnt possibly ask them to permanently burden themselves with her existence. No, she would have to earn it, like she earned her place in Mama Akanais family.Which was now Li Songs family. The thought was enough to fill her with warmth.It still felt so surreal to have a mother and a master who was also a sister. Mama Akanai treated Song so well it made her feel guilty and undeserving, working extra hard so not to disappoint her new family. At todays lunch, Song had been so uncomfortable watching Master set the table, only Mama Akanais warm but firm hug keeping her in her seat. Master seemed in such a foul mood of late, waking later than normal and grumbling more often than not, and Song was at a loss to help her.It was all that damnable Zians fault, brazenly using Master to hone his martial skills before humiliating her time and time again, shamelessly declaring victory in their spars despite his obvious inferiority. The difference in martial skill would be soon forgotten and the world would only remember Situ Jia Zians eight consecutive victories over Sumila of the Bekhai. There was nothing Master could do in reply short of throwing aside all face and asking someone with an Aura to shield her during their spars. Were it not for Masters explicit orders to stay out of it, Song would have damned the consequences and set fire to the arrogant princelings quarters in his sleep.At worst, Mama Akanai could turn over Songs chain to face justice, where she would freely admit the crimes were done of her own volition. Death was a small price to pay for this last blissful week filled with familial love and affection. Even Papa Husolt, frightening as he appeared, was a kind and gentle soul, though she still felt uncomfortable in his presence.Her mind knew he wasnt at fault, but she still couldnt help it. Men with power over her made her nervous, such was life.Their journey soon came to an end as the quins slowed to a stop. At the side of the road, a multitude of tents and pavilions stood where a bustling impromptu marketplace sprang up every night. Though the rickshaw was eye-catching and expensive, none but bravest of thieves would even think of stealing it away. Well-groomed and well-dressed in their blue silk shirts, the two wagon-quins made for an endearing sight until they bared their teeth and flashed their claws at anyone who strayed too close. Compounding the threat was Songs naked quin Erdene, wiggling in the grass to cool down after the long run, carrying five-hundred kilos of wildcat in her cart all by herself.Perhaps later Song could purchase a shirt for Erdene and something for the wildcats and bears. Rain was too miserly, providing nothing but scarves for his pets despite all his newfound wealth. Jimjam would look darling in a tiny vest and hat, and even though he hated wearing them, hed come around to it in time.Giving the temperamental wildcat a vigorous scratching to distract him from his scarf, Song followed Lady Mei Lin deeper into the forest and the busy marketplace, the crowd giving way for Jimjam and Sarankho. All manner of items were on display to be sold, from expensive bolts of silk to bales of hay worth a fraction of a copper, while men and women haggled and bargained to make the most of their coin. In light of the outbreak at Sanshu, measures were taken to guard against Defiled infiltration, meaning any unrelated persons were barred from approaching within five kilometres of the Wall. Thus, a group of enterprising individuals organized this roadside bazaar here at the edge of the boundary, catering to the needs of every common labourer or highborn aristocrat still stationed at the Wall.Keeping an eye on the unsavoury elements hidden in every shadow, Song fondled her sabers hilt, daring the thieves and pickpockets to test her. Eager to try out Mama Akanais personal suggestions and corrections, Song was willing to lower herself to fighting crooks if need be, but Jimjam and Sarankho were reason enough to scare the scavengers away. A shame, but it made Songs task easier. While bold and adventurous, Lady Mei Lin displayed no evidence of martial training.Letting loose with a heavy sigh, Akanai sipped a spoonful of soup and grimaced. Shed waited too long and the food had gone cold. Enough, she decided leaving the meal uneaten as she left the room. No more agonizing over what might be and letting sleeping bears lie as her husband would have it. Time to damn the consequences and face Mila head on.After all, she was a reasonable and sensible girl who could never hate her loving Mama.Right?The ride to the boys lodgings felt like the longest journey Akanai had ever taken, perspiring in spite of the cold autumn wind. Knocking to announce her arrival, she waited a full three seconds before striding in, just in time to catch the full force of sweet Milas glare, delivered while lying in Rains bed. Sweet Mother, is the boys absence truly responsible for her foul mood? Perhaps she should order him back and have him train his people in town. Resisting the urge to wince, Akanai pretended to study Rains lodgings, surprised by how warm the interior was even without a fire. The temperature made her feel like she was sweating buckets, it was absurd. You missed dinner, Akanai began, immediately regretting her choice. Too accusatory, as if blaming the girl. I have yet to eat, shall we dine at a restaurant? Better, not perfect, but better.No, Mila replied, her tone dull and listless as she settled into the blankets. Im not hungry.Choking back a sigh, Akanai patted sweet Atir as she greeted her patriarch, aged Kankin still fussing over his brood as he groomed her fur. If only people were so simple....Well, why couldnt they be?Sitting on the boys bed, she stroked Milas hair and asked, Daughter, what troubles you so? Be honest, Mama is here for you.And so, with a single question, Milas walls came crumbling down. Mama, she asked, her tearful voice no louder than a whisper. I dont know what to do anymore.It hurt to see Mila so miserable and wretched, but as Mila explained her internal struggle, Akanai couldnt help but laugh out loud. Oh sweet foolish daughter, this is why youve been in a foul mood? Because the Emperor abandoned the Western Province? Soothing Milas hurt look with a gesture of apology, she smiled and Sent, Hear me, my sweet, silly daughter. I was much like you once, hungering for fame and glory. I too wished to be a Hero of the Empire, and like you, I discovered the title worth less than a mouses fart. Over fifty years ago, I was summoned to the Central Province to receive a medal denoting me as a Hero of the Empire.YOU TOLD ME ALL ABOUT THIS, MEETING THE EMPERORS REPRESENTATIVE WHO BESTOWED UPON YOU A TITLE.All true, but now I will tell you the parts I left out. That trip was supposed to be my first step towards fame and an illustrious career, but instead, it caused me to abandon my dreams and withdraw from the Empire. Sighing, Akanai gathered her thoughts before continuing. I was so excited to receive my title, to stand beside other great warriors of the nation. The Emperors representative presented me the title, Herald of the Storms, for wherever I appeared, a storm of arrows would fall and silence my enemies. Looking Mila in the eye, Akanai said, Think about it child. What problem do you see?...NOTHING MAMA.Silly girl. The Empire holds the bow in contempt, the weapon of a peasant and coward. The title was given to mock me and accompanied by a chorus of laughter and derision. Never mind how I turned back 50,000 Defiled with a mere 3,000 archers and 9,000 soldiers, the results mattered little. All those puffed up nobles cared about was face and it irked them to have a filthy half-beast savage outranking so many real talents. They couldnt take my rank away, the Emperor had already spoken, so instead, they mocked and marginalized my achievements. They called me a liar and claimed I exaggerated my deeds for fame and glory. To make matters worse, they sent warriors to kill me on the journey home, and though I returned with my life intact, many of my comrades did not, comrades who fought and survived against the Defiled. In my anger, I rejected the Empire for it rejected me, abandoning plans for fame and fortune in favour of a quiet life at home with family and friends. To put it lightly, it was not a popular decision.THEN WHY DO YOU STILL FIGHT MAMA?Smiling at her beautiful, freckled daughter, Akanai answered, Because the pup still thirsts for glory and bloodshed. Because your betrothed has a penchant for getting into trouble. Because for the first time in history, the Fathers minions have banded together to destroy us all. Gesturing for Mila to sit up, Akanai wrapped her in a hearty hug before speaking aloud. Never once have I forced you along the Martial Path, for it is a thankless pursuit. The Emperor abandons the West as one severs a rotting limb, sacrificing the few for the sake of the many, and I believe the decision correct. Should the Defiled break through here then there is no doubt in my mind we would share the Wests fate. Such is life my daughter, trials and tribulations, a struggle without end. How you meet the struggle, with spear and shield, hammer and anvil, or what have you, is your choice.Milas brow furrowed in thought and Akanais heart ached. So young to make this decision, but these were dark times. Abandoning the West left a sour taste on her lips, but whos to say the Western Bridge wasnt taken through treachery like Sanshu almost was? Or worse, what if thered been a breach in the Treaty? If the greatest servants of the Mother and Father clashed in battle, they would lay waste to the world around them. If the worst came to pass, then Akanai could only pray the damage be contained to the Western Province.No matter what, the West was lost. May their souls rest in the arms of the Mother.Mama. Milas voice brought Akanai out of her thoughts, seeing her daughter with clear eyes and pursed lips. Nodding once, Mila declared, I still want both. I will be a Peerless Warrior like Mama and a Divine Blacksmith like Papa. It doesnt matter if I never find fame or glory, but I will defend the People and my family with my life, as you would. Wiping her eyes, Mila took Akanais hand and gestured towards the door. Sorry for making you worry Mama. Lets eat dinner, Im starving.Chest swelling with pride, Akanai followed Mila out into the streets, happy to have her cheery daughter back with the fires of ambition burning bright once more. I've good news, she Sent, keeping her smile in check. The first shipment of Spiritual Hearts will arrive tomorrow afternoon. Your Papa is hard at work preparing to receive them. I wager he'll have plenty for you to do in the days to come, but I'll not ease up on your training. Seeing Mila's eyes light up with greed and desire made all the years of hard work and sacrifice seem like nothing in comparison.Despite all her lofty titles, the one Akanai took the most pride in was Mother of Sumila and Li Song.Chapter Meme
