Bonus 13: In Which a Queen Wields a Blade

Bonus 13: In Which a Queen Wields a Blade

Uh, scuze me? I got a question.

Yes, Nekko?

The goblin winced, averting his eyes for a moment, and Velaven took note of the need to train him on poise. A shadow scouts arts were not and could not be restricted to the field; the kind of self-control that enabled one to manage the perceptions of others also manifested in overall emotional control. Still, it was his first day.

I, uh Actually, boss lady, while I am uncertain about what were doin here, it was a question at least partly for these two. Cos, like, I straight up do not understand why learnin spy craft involves sitting in a room meditating. But you ladies seem like you caught on to the point of it fast, sowhat do you know that I dont?

Jessak and Drun Kadora glanced at each other, furry eyebrows rising. Velaven was pleased that they continued to get along. The tension of their clans long-standing rivalry was there, but both beastwomen were making an active effort to avoid provoking one another. It showed good social instincts and a capacity for guile, qualities a shadow scout very much needed.

I guess its not fair to criticize any goblin for knowing very little about hunting, Jessak allowed after that uncertain pause, not when all three tribes drive them out of our hunting grounds. But yes, we are accustomed to cultivating stillness as a practice. You need that ability to stalk prey. It makes sense to me that it only becomes more important when the prey is sapient.

The way she goes about it seems to me more like a spiritual practice than hunting, but its like Jessak said, Drun Kadora added. Besides, Velaven clearly knows what shes about, so Im willing to be patient with the parts I dont understand.

Very good, Velaven said, nodding. In truth, the wolf womans comment contributed little and had clearly been made to prevent the cat woman from gaining a social leg up on her by being the only one to answer, but it was early yet in their training to address such nuances. Too much information dumped on a novice only hindered them in absorbing it. Their answer is correct, Nekko, but it is also the case that this squad is in the very earliest stages of being built, and while I dont intend to dawdle with your training, in the interest of keeping everyone at a similar pace we will focus extensively on the very basics until our roster is closer to complete.

Ah, okay. That makes sense, all of it. Thanks! The goblin nodded, grinning.

She did not wince. Thiswas something she would have to get used to. Obviously some manner of protocol was necessary, and it was difficult to nail down exactly what the Dark Crusades formal procedures weremostly because they were still developing. What was certain was that Lord Seiji would not take kindly to her instilling Shylver military demeanor in her troops. So this would be aabsurd as it soundedcasual unit, at least in terms of interpersonal conduct.

If only that madness were the least of her concerns.

Then we shall resume tomorrow as scheduled, Velaven declared. Dismissed.

This wasnt working.

What, me? Nierit raised her eyebrows in apparent surprise, turning to face Velaven fully. That at least was a positive sign, the young woman having tried to brush her off upon first being approached. Little old Ni Ni from the Cat, part of your fancy super squad? Wow, you must be running low on prospects.

Not even slightly, Velaven said smoothly. There is an extraordinary amount of untapped talent in this organization; if anything, it is frustrating that I can only reach out to one at a time. Your speed and light step have been noted by both Goose and Aster, and are exactly what I need. I can teach you to turn those natural aptitudes into a truly devastating package of skills.

Wow, that sounds like a great deal, the young woman said with a bright smile, and after her previous attempts Velaven already knew what was coming next. At least, until the next time you need to get somebody murdered once you start playing politics again, huh?

I realize you know little about me, she answered in carefully maintained calm, so I can only offer my own assurances that I have never left anyone under my command to die.

Right, its just everybody else who can go fuck themselves. Guess you dont know a whole lot about me, either. The veneer of cordiality vanished, revealing the cold glare beneath. I was pretty close to Marnit. Since before all this, even; we watched each others backs in Cat Alley. Guess where she died, Velaven. Guess where, when, and why.

Velaven drew in a deep breath. I am

Do you honestly think anything you could finish that sentence with wont result in me punching you?

No, not really. To her ongoing frustrating, she still had trouble reacting to overt threats delivered right to her face. In Shylverrael, imprecations were more oblique, and if you were going to attack someone you didnt warn them. This just wasnt done.

Actually, never mind, Nierit continued immediately, sparing her having to resolve this quandry. Word from the top is were not allowed to actually beat on you. Eh, its probably for the best. Bet youd kick my ass, anyway.

A person could only be so poised, for so long. Velaven could feel herself cracking. This time, it began to peek through to the surface. She looked the young human up and down, nodded, and spoke the plain truth for once.

Yes. I would.

Nierit smiled againand while the expression was far from friendly, it looked strangely genuine. There was, after all, an odd sort of comfort in hatred, and rage could be its own kind of bliss.

Good luck with your little project, your highness. Youre going to fail, and Lord Seiji will toss you out of here on your ass. Thatll be a good day.

She turned on her heel and strode away down the corridor with a dramatic swish of her black cloak. A lot of these people were starting to display rather melodramatic affectations; Velaven wondered how much Lord Seiji understood about the implications of the example he was setting. Mostly, she just reflected that it was a good thing shed approached this one in a relatively quiet hallway, rather than the mess hall. That had been one of her first lessons. Every embarrassing public rejection only made the next approach less likely to succeed.

It hadnt been long at all, but she could see the pattern. Goblins and the wolf tribe were fine, relatively speaking; it had been like this with the cats at first, for much the same reason, but once Jessak had signed on her example had calmed some of the feline glares she received. Once she got a few humans to joineven one, to startshe knew it would increase her chances with the others.

Unfortunately There was something going on here she didnt grasp. The hostility toward her, while understandable, shouldnt be this deep, or this universal. Some nuance of Fflyr culture, or some detail of this organizations brief history that she didnt know? Whatever it was, they had formed a wall against her. This wasnt working.

Velaven proceeded up the hall in the opposite direction, toward her intended next prospect. Up ahead, two more women in cloaks rounded a corner, laughing about something. On seeing her, the jovial noise cut off instantly. Both stopped, turned around, and went back the way they had come.

She just kept on her way, showing no outward reaction. It didnt matter that no one was here to see. Her self-control was just about all she still had to cling to, and even that was becoming frayed.

How did Lord Seiji do it? Well, he was the Dark Lord, after all; that had to count for a lot. But it was so clear the man had barely any idea what he was doing; he was making this up as he went and blundering into all the errors one would expect from such an approach and more besides. All told hed probably gotten more of his own people killed than she had. And not only was he firmly in control, he was in fact incredibly popular here.

From a side door she emerged into the courtyard, in a discreet corner next to the goblin engineering works. Even with the truck absent, this was lively with the sounds of hammeringat the moment because the goblin engineers were installing actual walls on their workspace against the descending cold.

Farther out from the wall, a team was drilling in spear forms under Gooses supervision, as usualwith the new addition of Nazralind, to the clear amusement of many onlookers. That was what brought this particular crowd of her highborn friends to watch the practice, just as Velaven had planned on.

She approached them slowly and at an angle, taking in the scene and selecting a target. Frankly it didnt matter which; they were all basically competent, had some experience in outdoor craft, and above all were slightly aloof from the rest of the human population. Velaven picked her next recruit purely on the basis that she was standing somewhat apart from the others, and was thus more convenient to approach.

Good afternoon, Iloryn, she said smoothly, coming to a stop beside her.

Iloryn actually jumped, turning to blink at her. Oh! Goodness, that was Wait, did you just stealth at me?

Not magically, Velaven said with a reassuring smile. Stepping silently is merely a matter of knowing how. I would be glad to teach you.

Ah. Yes, Ive heard you are forming a stealth unit. That sounds like an exciting opportunity, but Im afraid I am fully committed at the moment. Nazralind would be quite cross if I were to abandon her at this stage.

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Two of the other highborn standing nearby gave her sidelong glances at that.

Iloryns own polite smile faded slightly as she turned her eyes toward Nazralinds efforts to learn the spear. Did she.

Lyvien. She did not trouble to disguise the venom in her voice. This is a ceremonial humiliation, not inflicted lightly. Not even on criminals. Certainly not on political opponents, which is the worst I ever was to her. There is nothing inside that woman except envy and lust for power, that she would be so cruel to The thought of what she must be doing to my people plagues my nightmares. Dont cut any more, Zui, please. Ill probably never have it long enough to It will be decades before I even have it where it was.

She should be leaving. Should have left already. Why wasnt she getting up?

Zui sighed, still holding Velavens gaze via the mirror. The simple compassion on her face was much worse than everyone elses overt hatred. Velaven had to drop her own eyes.

Oh, sweetie. Youre too big a girl for me to need to sugarcoat this, so Im just gonna spit it out: you look like a bleached patch of cave moss. This is not the style of a queenor a squad leader, or anyone who deserves to be taken seriously. This is the hairstyle of a stumbling idiot who cant be arsed to take proper care of herself. Which means it isnt you.

Green fingers moved again, neatly touching each section as she pointed them out.

So, what we gotta do is avoid taking off any more serious length. The good news is I can see a shape in herewe just gotta snip it free. Itll be like a sculptor bringin the art out of a chunk o rock. Im envisioning a modified pixie cut. See, the back here is shorter in the middle than on the sides, so what were gonna do is trim and even it up, then coax the ends to curl up, around and under your ears. Yours isnt as stiff as a goblins or light elfs, but youve got good body and volume, so it shouldnt take much product to make it behave. Just a little dab, nothing you cant do yourself once I show you how.Thatll work out gorgeouslyyouve got exactly the style and bearing to make whatd be adorable on anyone else look badass. Itll be helped by what were gonna do up front. Youve still got some length over here, so what Ill do is comb in a part here on the left side, see? Then were gonna turn this long forelock into asymmetrical bangs. Right down here over the right eye. Oh, yeah, thatll be sexy. Hmm, yeah, and thatll be long enough that with some proper combing I can arrange the rest on top to give you a bit of shape up there. Give you a nice, roguish look to go with this stealth huntress vibe youve got. For the rest, its just gonna be trimming. Youre all ragged and uneven everywhere, this was obviously done to destroy rather than create. Well have to cut it shorter on the sides to pull off the look, but most of the rest is just snipping these ragged ends into a smooth shape.

No cutting! Velaven burst out, starting to rise from the chair. Have you not been listening? I cant lose any

Zui clamped both hands against the sides of her head, physically holding her in place, and that grip was a lot harder to push past than the one on her shoulders had been. The goblin leaned forward until Velaven could feel that prodigious bust of hers pressing against her skull. Again, their eyes locked in the mirror.

Velaven, Zui said in a solemnly emphatic tone, you are not the queen anymore.

What ondo you think I dont know that?!

Yes, that is exactly what I think. Slowly, oddly gently but still inexorably, she pushed the elf back down into her seat. I see the way you act, and dont think everybody else doesnt. You walk around here like royalty. When you talk to anyone except Seiji, its like a gift youre giving them. No matter how polite you are about it, believe me, that comes across. Youre a momentarily inconvenienced queen, currently putting up with your disreputable surroundings until you can put this whole unfortunate episode behind you and go back to your own life.

Zui released her, leaned back, and thento Velavens utter incredulityslapped the back of her head.

Well, stop it.

Ow! How dare

Time only flows one way, doll, the goblin said, holding her shoulders again. Her grip was still gentle, but no less insistent. Theres no going back. Maybe you will be a queen again someday. Hell, Ill even say probably. But that wont be your old life restored. Itll be a new reign, by a new woman, one whos been shaped by her experiences. You need to be where you actually are, and pay attention to what youre actually supposed to be doing. Find the opportunities here, embrace them, and build something new of yourself outta what youve got left, and whats available to you now that never was before. Get your shit together, woman. Clinging to the past isnt gonna do anything but cost you opportunities. People can tell when someones just tolerating them for the moment, even if you cant tell youre doing it. It starts with recognizing what youve gotta cut loose. Right now? You are a ragged mess right down to your core, Vel. Because youve let yourself be defined by what others have done to you. What they took from you, and the shape they left you in.

Slowly, Zui removed the hands from her shoulders, and reached down to her own tool belt. Those green hands arose again, now holding a comb and a pair of scissors.

Remember this: the queen gets to decide whats fashionable. They wanna hack you apart? Fuck em. Someday youll be able to make them all cut their hair to match yours. Getting there starts with making a new shape for yourself. And that, Velaven, has to start with letting go of shit you dont need anymore.

Velaven sat there, utterly still. Staring. Thinking, and

Once, jerkily, she nodded.

Then clenched her fists together under the blanket as the scissors began their quietly musical work, and locks of severed white hair began to fall.

She crossed the crowded mess hall during the dinner hour, moving in long strides that gave her no opportunity to second-guess herself. Velaven reached her targeted table and slid acrobatically into a seat between two shocked-looking women before anyone could tell her to fuck off. Leaning forward, she stared the startled Khadret in the eyes.

I cant just turn it off, you know.

Khadret blinked at her twice. Your hair looks really nice.

Thank you very much. I was uncertain at first, but its growing on me. Pardon the pun.

Heh. Zuis work?

Indeed. I highly recommend her if youre thinking of making a change.

Dunno about that. Most of the gobs weve brought on are nice, down-to-earth folks, except maybe that Sneppit, but it aint like I can just walk up to one of the Dark Lords inner circle and ask her to cut my damn hair.

I really think it would depend on how polite you are about it. Zui seems to very much enjoy working with hair. Even if she doesnt have time I believe she would take the request as a compliment.

Hmwell, thats something to think about, anyway. What is it you cant turn off?

You told me once you dont care to see me being smooth. Velaven shrugged. How different a woman are you from the one who grew upwherever you did? What lessons did you learn, what demeanor have you developed, and how much of it have you had to compromise in your new life here?

Slowly, Khadret set down her table knife and leaned backward slightly, folding her arms and staring at Velaven. The other women surrounding them watched in silence, fortunatelyso farseeming more bemused than annoyed at her presence.

I am doing my best, Velaven said, and it took a deliberate effort to allow the frustration she genuinely felt to seep into her voice. Years of meticulously maintained self-control did not want to release her. This? All this, that youve seen me doing for the last week? This is my best effort, and Ill leave it to you to decide exactly how sad that is, because I honestly cant tell. I am not trying to insult anyone, or cover up the past, just to Well, I dont even know what amends can be made. But I am not looking down on any of you. I just This is how I act. It has nothing to do with anyone but me.

I am asking for your help, Khadret. Not just with joining my squad, but because I obviously have no idea how to talk with humans in a way that doesntpiss them off. Frankly, I dont think you joining the squad would be an outright favor to either of us, because you stand to gain as much in training as I do from your presence. What Im talking about is Well, youre here because youre fed up with highborn and want to get a little of your own back, right? So how would you like to be in charge of telling a queen when she needs to pull the stick out of her ass?

Khadrets lips twisted as she fought momentarily to prevent them from quivering, then gave up and grinned.

Okay, that was absolutely incredible. I have never heard anyone enunciate the words pull the stick out of her ass like they were reciting court poetry. Have you just never cussed in your life before?

Not in this language, Velaven said, shrugging in exasperation. So you see what I mean, right?

Hm. The humans pale blue eyes flicked over her face, lingering on her hair, before she finally dipped her head momentarily to one side in a kind of quasi-shrug. Well, I gotta talk to Goose about transferring, but if its an authorized venture with Lord Seijis authority, that wont be a big deal. You mind if I speak with a few prospects to bring in? Cos, no offense, lady, but were never gonna get anywhere if you try to do the recruiting.

The elated relief very nearly made her collapse on the bench. She hated that fact a little bit, and yet embraced it. Velaven had the sudden thought that she truly didnt know where any of this was taking her, but that she was getting somewhere for the first time she could remember.

You have my blessing. Not just humans, mind, Lord Seiji wants representatives from all parts of the Crusade.

Oh, the gobs are great, its been like a week and I already know half a dozen. I bet at least a couple would be good prospects. Dunno if Im a better choice than you to talk to the furries, though.

Well, well just have to find out, wont we?

And so they would.