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 Scheme A Little Scheme With Me :: PALOMA, Peregrine and Paloma discuss plans
Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: May 2 2015, 04:26 PM
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He dared not meet her in the castle again, for he knew the guards were not only on the look out for peregrine falcons letting themselves in through the tower windows, but they were capturing any peregrine they found anywhere close to the castle, so Peregrine knew he couldn't use his shape-shifting abilities, at least not until long after Pandion had forgotten about it...if he forgot about it. If Pandion was half as paranoid as Peregrine remembered him to be, he wouldn't forget about it. This made their efforts to meet a little more difficult. He had to send one of his rebels, a young girl, to deliver a message to her. It had not been written in code, but in the Common Tongue, and it had been written so vaguely that anyone who didn't understand the references that were being used wouldn't have been able to make sense of it. Of course, there was always the possibility that Paloma herself might not have remembered or have been able to make sense of everyone he had said.

Peregrine was sitting in the corner of the room, already sweating under a heavy-hooded cloak. He hadn't minded it nearly much during the winter, but spring was well underway and about to give way into summer and he longed to be able to travel about without heavy clothing, with his long hair tied back and the sun shining directly upon his skin. His skin was olive-toned by nature, but he had always been much darker, in his youth, on accord of always being in the sunlight, but now that he rarely went into the sun without a heavy disguise, his skin now appeared much paler, and it saddened him. He derived an odd sense of pride by how sun-stained he appeared.

He cast an uneasy glance in the innkeeper's direction. At least, he thought he must have been the innkeeper, as he was behind the counter, tending to the orders of customers. Regardless, he already didn't trust the man. He was short, with beady eyes, and the goatee that only the greasiest of villains could boast. Peregrine had many weapons stowed under his cloak, but he did not want to have to use him, especially if and when his sister showed up.

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Paloma Alexander
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The last time she had seen the eldest of her brothers was when he had been sneaking about the castle dressed as a monk. Neither Paloma or Peregrine had expected to run into each other, but fate had other ideas in that regard. The princess had been so worried that he had been a figment of her imagination... after all, he was supposed to be dead! Even after Peregrine had told her that everything that had been claimed was a lie... that he hadn't slain their father that fateful night, Paloma had still worried that it had all been a dream. And rather vivid one at that. Further still... when the kings personal steward had tried to rape her.... if it had been a dream, it was most certainly a nightmare.

The princess shuddered. As thankful she had been to see that Peregrine was alive and wall, she hated thinking of that night... the close call.

Part of her had wanted to go with Peregrine after their reunion, but she had understood his reasons for leaving her behind all too well. Pandion had become rather unstable as of late, and if the princess had disappeared during... no doubt their would have been a rather substantial reward for her return. Naturally the rebels of the resistance movement would have been the first to suffer as guards and those loyal to Pandion searched their ranks for the missing princess. It was safer for all of them if Paloma remained at the palace, besides Pandion had never given her much of a reason to fear him.

Paloma stared at the note in her hand that had been delivered to her by a young girl. The note was confusing... on the surface. But it mentioned events that she and Peregrine had gotten up to in their childhood, detailing them as if they had only happened last month. Even though the timing was off, Paloma knew that the letter had been from her brother... who else had known what they had gotten up to? While she could have followed the time honored tradition of the royal children sneaking out via the princes bridge, Paloma had a different way. Grabbing a cloak to wrap before opening the window of her private chambers, the princess took a deep breath and morphed into her other form – a brown cuckoo dove – and then flew out her window. Any guards patrolling the castle grounds below would have just seen a dove and thought nothing of it... after all, they were only after falcons.

It was a long flight to Brocair, but it was faster than riding a horse, and less.... noticeable. It took her some time flitting from building to building to find the Wasted Otter inn, but once she had found it, Paloma landed behind the building and changed back into human form, walking around into the street to enter via the front door. The princess glanced around, spying a hooded figure sitting in the shadows... there weren't many that would walk around wearing a hood in spring.

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Oct 25 2015, 08:45 AM
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He saw her before she saw him. That was how it usually went, these days, if he was doing things right. He made no move to identify himself, as it was his hope that she would connect the dots and approach him without drawing attention. A young, beautiful girl approaching a hooded man in a dingy pub wasn't that out of the ordinary, he hoped. He imagined that there were plenty of maidens desperate to strike a deal with a shady out-of-towners to save their family, the man they loved, or to advance their place in society. He could be a hired assassin or a magician practing dark magic, for all anyone knew. Oddly enough, all of these things sounded mild compared to who he really was and what they were really up to. Straight-up murder somehow sounded better than “regicide” or “patricide”. A life was a life, and yet people put more worth on the life of a king. But this was not the time to think of that; it was time to advance their plots and deal with the problem at hand: their brother.

It struck Peregrine how much older Paloma looked since he had last seen her. Technically, he had spoken with her not that long ago when he had killed Nathan in the castle and he had seen her often enough, what with his sneaking around in progressively more imaginative disguises. He expected to see her as a teenager – a child even, as there was a wall separating his life before Pandion had murdered their father and after. He felt like he had lived two different lives and although he had not appreciated the life had had before, he much preferred to it to this one. There was no life after the one in which he was currently engaged. He knew that time would progress and he would get older and if he was lucky, he would dethrone Pandion and become king of Eacharnach, et cetera, et cetera, but there was no era of time after this one that he could foresee – it was all numbness, now.

Before she could approach him further, his eyes swept over the tavern once more, double-checking that all was well. The bartender seemed harmless enough; he was an old man who resembled a basset hound, with the skin sagging over his eyes and dropping chin. There were two men seated in the opposite corner, but they seemed engaged in their game of cards. Peregrine did not label them as dangerous, but he vowed to keep an eye on them all the same. He trusted no one and had learned the hard way not to be lulled into a false sense of safety. There was a single woman – probably a prostitute – at a table by herself at the door. She would show curious looks over to the card-playing men, now and again, but they didn't pay her any mind, something of which Peregrine was suspicious. In a seedy tavern such as this one, men were drawn to prostitutes like flies.

He stayed where he was, his head fixed straight ahead, but his eyes could look where they pleased under cover of his hood. After taking in the tavern, they went back to his sister. He couldn't reach out to her; she was going to risk that he was not who she thought he was if they were to make contact.

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Paloma Alexander
 Posted: Feb 29 2016, 08:53 PM
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The young princess had barely turned seventeen when Falcon Alexander had been found dead in his chambers. She was not even legally an adult at the time, but the young princess had aged that day not the less. An innocence had been lost in her... as she had never had to deal with death before. Rumours still circled about who might have been responsible for the kings death, all that Paloma knew was that the incident had ruined her family. Peregrine was a rebel, Pandion was king, and Kestrel was in exile. And their mother... well, Paloma had never really had much dealings with her. With her brothers in disarray, the young princess felt alone – even in a crowd.

She was thankful for the constant presence of her distant relations – Lord Edward Alexander and his daughter, Tora. Edward had been close with Falcon during their youth, as close as brothers, so there was forever a new story for Paloma to hear about her father as a young man, and his uncertain times as a new king. While it still hurt to think of her father, she was glad for the stories nonetheless. Tora was also a wonderful distraction in her own right. She constantly visited the palace in order to keep Paloma occupied, and unknown to the princess, Tora was also scaring away people that would take advantage of the princess for their own selfish reasons.

While Tora was more fiery in both mind and heart than the princess, they were rarely in disagreement with each other. Especially when it came to the hard facts of what was wrong with Eacharnach currently. The only thing the girls never spoke of was Pandion's rule as King. On one hand, Paloma understood that their new king needed to forge his own legacy... but on the other, didn't he owe it to the memory of their father to be a good and just king?

With a decision at the last moment, the princess lifted the hood of her cloak to cover the sweep of her dark brunette hair and shade her face from prying eyes. Paloma didn't particularly fancy being recognised by anyone here. If news got to Pandion that the young princess was meeting a shady character in a tavern, there would certainly be hell to pay. It could even be worse if people discovered that Paloma had gone to meet with Peregrine.

The hooded figure had looked away from her to glance around the tavern, and the princess had to resist every urge she had to follow suit. Paloma had already looked around to look for Peregrine, but if she started looking again it would surely only raise suspicions. The young woman took one step forward towards the man she thought was her brother, but stopped, hesitant. What if she was wrong? A moments thought made Paloma realise that this was a chance that she was just going to have to risk. The young princess walked over and sat down at the table, on the other side from the hooded man. “Pip?” she questioned softly, keeping her voice low enough to ensure that he was the only one that could hear her.

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Mar 5 2016, 01:17 PM
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He saw her coming and wanted to employ any kind of communication to encourage her, but he knew that he couldn't even flinch; all he could do was to look straight ahead. He could hear her coming, he could hear her sit down, he could even hear the sound of her breath and he could feel the heat from her body as she sat across from him. Finally, she spoke, in little more than a whisper. Peregrine fought a smile, even under cover of his hood. He could hear the trepidation in her voice, for they both knew that there would have been repercussions had she been wrong. “The very same.” He said, keeping his own voice in a rumble of a whisper.

He knew they shouldn't be talking there, but at the same time, meeting in a tavern was one of the best ideas he had had in a long time. He knew he very well couldn't take the princess of Eacharnach to Headquarters; she would be missed. Had she been a prince or...had a reputation of sneaking off her absence would have been less suspicious, but out of the four of them, Peregrine was the one who most famously misbehaved. Writing letters, even in code, was riskier than meeting in public. Their meeting would have to be brief and their words would have to remain vague.

“How many sacks of corn?” He asked, knowing that she would understand. He wasn't literally asking about how many sacks of corn had been transported in or out of the castle. The phrase had no specific meaning from their past, but he knew that she would translate it into meaning something about their brother, the king.

He looked out, into the crowd as she spoke to her, his eyes darting around the room, mentally clocking every person in sight. He knew he could only lean into her to speak once during their encounter. As things were, they looked suspicions. He knew it looked like they looked like employer and employee of an illicit line of business, come to give or take payment or make a deal and that was exactly what he wanted. People would be so caught up in seeing a deal take place that they wouldn't even think to guess about who they really were and what they were doing.

“And the dove?” He added. That one was easy. They both knew he was asking about her personal welfare. They didn't have time for her to tell him every detail of her day, but Peregrine could subsist on a single word telling him that she was okay or that she needed help.

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Paloma Alexander
 Posted: Mar 31 2016, 06:01 AM
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She felt nervous. Beyond any sense of nerves she had ever felt before. The young princess knew all too well that if she was wrong... were this not Peregrine... it could be the end of her very existence in this world. And the concept terrified her. Paloma was more superstitious than religious, but a part of her prayed to every known god and goddess in Speirling and beyond that she were not wrong; that this cloaked person truly was her eldest brother, Peregrine. Fingers crossed, the princess waited for an answer.
“The very same.”
Paloma could not stop herself from sighing in relief, an audible one at that. Using her brothers childhood nickname had been a smart move on her part. Not many people outside the Alexander family name knew of that particular alias. Much like how Paloma was simply known as 'Little Dove' by her brothers, or as 'Loma' by their cousin Tora in particular. “Thank the gods”, she whispered, willing herself not to cry in relief.

“How many sacks of corn?”
Paloma frowned for a moment, confused as to why Peregrine would ask such an odd question. Corn? What?! But then she remembered the note, and how it had spoken of the childhood antics that she and Peregrine had gotten up to in their childhood as if they were only recent events. Clearly he was trying to speak in code. Perhaps the 'sacks of corn' was to do with their brother, Pandion. The princess had heard some of the castle staff whispering in the corners, referring to the king as a 'sad sack on the throne'. The word 'sack' seemed to be a common usage in regards to Pandion when one really thought about it.
“The sacks are in disarray”, she responded carefully, hoping that Peregrine would understand her meaning in turn.

Pandion had become unsettled. Unhinged even. Paloma still felt that she had no real reason to fear her safety with him in particular, but some of the men in his employ... they worried her greatly. Ever since her run in with the steward... the one that Peregrine had been forced to kill in order to save her virtues.... Paloma was very wary indeed around any person that Pandion kept in close association. Clearly some of them had felt that they could take certain... liberties... and get away with it. To make matters worse, Pandion seemed to be having moments where he had no idea how he had gotten to a particular location, or even why he was there in the first place.

“And the dove?”
That piece of code was certainly easier to understand. The dove was her, naturally. Memories flashed before her eyes. Memories of the night that she had almost been raped. The possibility of an arranged marriage was terrifying, and still loomed large over her head; but having almost had her virtues stolen from her.
“As well as can be expected”. It was half an answer, but the shaking of her hands at the memory provided the rest of the information. Paloma was still shaken from that night. She had hidden it well from everyone else, but there was no hiding it from Peregrine. He had seen her fear... her tears of that night.

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Apr 2 2016, 04:11 PM
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The left corner of his mouth twitched under cover his hood. He had noticed her sudden relief. He couldn't blame her, for he would have done the same, I he was taking the kind of risk that she was taking. To be fair, he engaged in high risk activities on a daily basis and he was used to it now, but she lived her life behind the safety of castle walls and had Peregrine not turned out to be who he was – had he been some tavern fly or worse, there was no telling what would have befallen Paloma then. She had shown great courage simply by stealing away from the castle and he appreciated that, but it didn't keep him from pressing for even more information.

“What of the hen?” He said, this time inquiring after their mother. He felt nothing but tenderness toward her. She had sided with Pandion and supported him in sentencing Kestrel to banishment on pain of death, but she had helped him, the son who had killed her husband, escape. It had meant killing an innocent man, but she had seen it done by her command, in order to save him. She had risked so much just so that both of her sons could live...and he wouldn't be surprised if she had had something to do with Kestrel's flight to safety.

He did not ask her about Kestrel. If he had been sighted in Eacharnach, he would have heard of it by now. Faded posters carrying his name and likeness still fluttered from trees and hung from tavern doors. Kestrel was a wanted man and a pretty penny would be paid for his capture. He had been in the public eye as such for most longer than Peregrine had been “alive” to the people and more people were on the lookout for him. He was content to go on assuming that Kestrel was hiding somewhere safe, somewhere far away from Eacharnach, even though he missed his younger brother sorely. They had always gotten along much better than he and Pandion had and Peregrine had protected him and looked after him. What he wouldn't do to have Kestrel had his side and fighting with him now...

“There is a merchant with a gift for the water eagle.” He muttered, forcing himself to focus on present worries. “A surprise.” He did not dare to look at her, but he would have gazed deep into her eyes, had he been able to. “Will you help?”

It was a dangerous plan, but if it succeeded, Paloma would never have to fear for her life or her virtue again; Peregrine would see to it personally. If it worked, he would be able to see to things personally again.

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Paloma Alexander
 Posted: May 4 2016, 12:53 AM
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“What of the hen?”
Paloma avoided her brothers gaze at that question. How could she explain that she was just as clueless of their mothers well-being and life as he was? The dowager queen had pretty much left the princess to her own devices. Pandion left Paloma alone as well, but it was largely due to having a kingdom to run, but the princess could find no reason as to why her mother had left her alone. Except that of Pandion being the centre of the dowager queen's attention. The only time Paloma ever really saw her mother and brother, was at the dinner table each night, and for breakfast each morning. But that was about it.

Even though she was essentially cut of from the main members of the family, she had found companionship with their distant relatives. Edward Alexander, who had long been something of an uncle to Paloma, had become something of a surrogate father figure. He had helped her overcome her uncertainties of riding her horse (one that her father had chosen for her), by pointing out that Paloma's father would want her to ride the horse, and enjoy doing so. Edwards daughter, Tora, had become Paloma's truest of friends, and companion. They often spent time in each others company. It almost felt like they were sisters, rather than distantly related cousins.

“The mother hen does not spend much time with the dove”, Paloma commented at last, finally deciding that it was just easier to state the truth. There was no point in lying to Peregrine. He would have likely discovered their mothers distant behaviour from his sister eventually anyway. It was better to be out with the truth, then hide behind a lie of denial. Though Paloma did often wonder, did her mother still even love her?

“There is a merchant with a gift for the water eagle. A surprise.”
A surprise? The dove cast a worried glance at her eldest brother. What kind of surprise?
“Will you help?”
The young princess had worried that Peregrine would ask for her help in this fashion. She was something of a spy for the rebellion, of sorts, but only when some of Pandion's most frightening decisions reached her ears and it meant that people were in danger. Paloma always got word to the rebels one way or another so that they would be able to help the people at risk. Farmers who were late on paying taxes were always at risk of soldiers burning down their homes.

Paloma only helped the rebels in order to help the people of Eacharnach. Not to dethrone her brother. That was something between Pandion and Peregrine. But Paloma would certainly try to ensure that neither of them killed the other.

“It will not hurt the eagle?” the princess finally questioned. She needed to know. If she were going to help Peregrine, then she needed to know that this 'gift' would not harm Pandion, or at least not do too much damage to his person. “Will it?”
If this surprise was something that would kill Pandion, then brother or not, Paloma would not help Peregrine. She could not live with herself if she had played any part in an assassination of her brother. Paloma wanted all her brothers to be at home and at peace with one another... if one died, from her aid, then she would no longer be the peace keeper of the family, which was something she had strived to be.

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: May 15 2017, 08:56 AM
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"Ah." Was all Peregrine had to say in response to that. He usually had complaints about his mother, growing up. Most of them had been petty and meaningless, but to a teenage prince, they had meant the world. The queen had always favored Pandion and why wouldn't she? Her husband openly doted upon Peregrine, Kestrel was happy in his own world full of books and strange scientific instruments. Pandion was everything a prince should be: diplomatic, even-tempered, strong, and handsome as the day was long. He was bigger than both of his brothers and cut an imposing figure in chain mail. Still, Peregrine would have hoped that their mother would have at least supported Paloma, as the was the only girl and the youngest.

If their mother wasn't their for Paloma, who was? If he was being honest with himself (and he hated doing that), Peregine hadn't been terribly interested in his sister's social life, back before he had been exiled and assumed dead while he rotted in a distant swamp. He assumed that she might have ladies-in-waiting, ladies' maids, or at the very least a pet to keep her company, but he had never asked. He became suddenly aware that his sister might be very, very alone right now and he had wronged her by not even bothering to ask.

"In that case, does the dove fly with others? Some pigeons, perhaps?"

He wanted to give her something in the way of companionship, but there wasn't anything he could do, short of these clandestine meetings. He couldn't very well sneak her out of the castle and bring her to Headquarters. That was no place for her, not to mention it was exceedingly dangerous for all parties involved. He felt responsible in a way he had not yet experienced. He didn't like it.

She saved him from this uncomfortably grown up emotion when she brought the subject back around to business. Would it bring harm to Pandion? Well, yes, that was Peregrine's ultimate goal, but he knew she would not agree to it if she thought it would. It wouldn't bring him immediate harm at all. In fact, it was more likely to piss him off than anything else. There was no gaurantee that it would even work.

"No." He said, the pitch of his voice traveling a little higher, which wa an indication that he wasn't telling her the whole truth. "This won't."

It was a stretch, but he had to keep her talking. "It would help the blue falcon. And if the blue falcon is helped, so is the dove. You know the eagle won't help the dove. Not the way she wants."

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“Ah”.
Paloma narrowed her eyes slightly. What, was her brother now suddenly feeling guilty that she was practically alone after her brothers had all gone their separate ways? Their mother had never really spent a lot of time with Paloma beyond overseeing her lessons in etiquette and other such ladylike pursuits. But that was where the interest had ended. Aside from Pandion, the Dowager Queen's interests laid solely on her magic (though Paloma knew not that it was dark magic).

Everything else was a cold and distant second.

"In that case, does the dove fly with others? Some pigeons, perhaps?"
Paloma looked away from him, her eyes misting over with tears for a moment.
“The dove still has Bayard”, she answered softly. Her loyal dog had forever been at her side ever since he had been a puppy. A puppy that her beloved father had given her for her birthday. The last birthday gift she had ever received from him before he died.
“The Tigress often spends time with the dove”, Paloma added, continuing to use their code. The tigress was quite clearly meant to mean their cousin Tora. “The pigeons are frightened of the tigress”.

“Have you heard anything of the windhover?” the young princess finally asked, desperate to know about Kestrel. The 'Windhover' was code for Kestrel as the species of bird he was named after was able to hover in still air, earning the term windhover as an alternative name. Was her third brother alright on his own? Paloma was naturally worried about him as he was such an innocent soul, having forever had his nose buried in a book. Unfortunately Paloma had not heard anything of Kestrel's whereabouts or well being. The upside for the rebels on that was – Pandion hadn't heard anything either.

"No. This won't."
There was an odd pitch in his voice. The same pitch she'd heard many times over when they were children.
“I know you well enough to know when you are lying to me”, she stated, calling his bluff. “Now tell me the truth”.
Paloma had always been able to tell when Peregrine was lying, as his voice always went higher in tone than it should be.
"It would help the blue falcon. And if the blue falcon is helped, so is the dove. You know the eagle won't help the dove. Not the way she wants."
The young princess narrowed her eyes once more. “The dove will not help if it hurts the eagle.”

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 Posted: May 30 2017, 05:27 PM
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So she still had her dog. That was good. Peregrine had rather hoped that she had mentioned a human companion as well, but he was the last person who would ever downplay the power of an animal friendship. If it hadn't been for Vollo, he would have lost all of his sanity by now. How much of it he had retained was up for debate, but he could at least sit down and realistically hash out his day to anyone who would listen...and that anyone often happened to be his horse. He was relieved when Paloma mentioned that Tora had come to visit her, even though his last interaction with their cousin had not been kind and he had not seen her for years since. He supposed that she supported him, but he couldn't be sure. It had seemed so at the time, but her loyalty could had shifted since then and there was always the possibility that she had been lying. Regardless, he was glad to hear that she was not alone.

"That is well." He said, not risking going into detail about his disagreement with Tora. Even though they were speaking in code, the fewer words that came out of either of their mouths, the better and with each new one they gave voice to, the more they endangered themselves. Well, he endangered her, as he was confident in his ability to escape, if ever he was discovered.

She asked next for Kestrel, which she did often and as well she should. Every time she asked, Peregrine answered the same way. As a person, she was more like Kestrel than he or Pandion. Pandion might be more even-tempered than he was, but the eldest and middle brothers had fought bitterly since Pandion was able to talk while Paloma and Kestrel preferred to live their lives in peace.

"No, but the windhover is clever."

That was code for, "he's probably dead now, but I'm going to comfort you by reminding us both how many books he's read". Kestrel had been taught to fight alongside his brothers, but both had surpassed him in military might and it was all Peregrine could do to hope that he had retained something useful from the endless books he had poured over during their childhoods.

The topic shifted back to the brother who was definitely alive.

"It will not hurt the eagle...physically...now." He muttered, his words coming out in one long hiss. Now would come the part where he tried to impress upon her that hurting Pandion was the only way to free her from his clutches and questionable intentions. "It will certainly keep the blue falcon alive."

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"No, but the windhover is clever."
Paloma looked down at the table, her nails dragging against the wood grain lightly. She was unsure how she should feel. The lack of information was quite driving her insane. Unlike Peregrine, she was certain that Kestrel was alive.... but where? Had he been given shelter in another kingdom? Had he been taken hostage by some unscrupulous types?
Please be safe Kestrel, the princess silently prayed. Hoping that the gods in the heavens would hear her prayers.

"It will not hurt the eagle...physically...now."
Those words were like a dagger to her heart. She couldn't look at him. Not now... knowing that he planned to hurt their brother. Pandion and Peregrine had always been at each others throats... it was the state of things and the 'way things were'. But Paloma had always tried to make things better between them – no matter how futile an effort that was. Now things were more broken than ever.

Tears were threatening to shed from her eyes at the very thought of her brothers trying to hurt one another – let alone kill each other as they would certainly try to do.

"It will certainly keep the blue falcon alive."
That might have been true. But it would mean harming one brother just to save another.
“I can't.....” Paloma whispered softly, shaking her head. Even though she had given up on the code, she made sure that her voice was soft enough so that only he could hear her. “You know I can't....”
The young princess finally looked up at her brother again, the anguish of the very thought of actively tearing her family apart even further... with her own hand.... was written across her features.
“Please don't.... don't ask the dove to hurt the eagle”, she managed, barely managing to use their coded speech.

A loud crash drew Paloma's attention, causing her to look wide eyed across the tavern. For a moment she was certain that they had been discovered, but thankfully it was just a brawl between two men that had been playing cards starting out.

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Peregrine Alexander
 Posted: Jun 5 2017, 08:38 AM
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He leaned toward her, ignoring -- or perhaps not noticing -- that they were no longer speaking in code. He grabbed her forearm as if by doing this he could somehow release the strength and willpower he possessed and transfer it to her. "You must choose." He didn't add that if she chose Pandion, she would be giving up her own freedom. There would be bloodshed no matter which brother she chose, but Peregrine would promise never to force her into a marriage she did not want, no matter how advantageous it would be. He would marry himself off first and getting married was the last thing he wanted to do.

"The dove won't have to hurt anyone. All the dove has to do is carry messages, open the gates, but she will not have to be the butcher herself. She can leave that to the bluebird." He said, changing his code name to one that sounded less impressive, but also was less traceable and quite literal.

Peregrine's head jerked up at the sound of the crash, but he just as quickly turned away when he saw that it did not involve them. "The birds should fly away now. It isn't s--" But they couldn't fly away fast enough. It already wasn't safe.

The door burst open and who should be behind it but five of Pandion's knights, each wearing the crest of Eacharnach -- a white mare upon a green field -- and Pandion's personal sigil under that: the osprey. All Peregrine could do was shrink further back into the shadows, trapped. His eyes, concealed beneath his hood, flickered from rider to rider, taking in their weapons, leather armor, and their size. Could he take all five of them on and win? Quite possibly, but he knew that he couldn't do that and protect his sister.

((Same here.))

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"You must choose."
There mere words alone cut her deeply, wounding her resolve. How could she choose?! She loved all her brothers dearly, and Paloma honestly believed that none of them were responsible for what had happened. But how could she choose between those she cared about most!
“I can't...” she whispered meekly, her voice teetering on the edge of sobbing.
Kestrel was missing. Pandion was distant; but whenever they had spent time together, he was never cruel. Peregrine... Paloma lived every day fearing that he would be caught and killed all over again.

“All the dove has to do is carry messages, open the gates, but she will not have to be the butcher herself.”
Being an aid to murder was not something that the princess wished to be. She wanted to bring about peace... not bloodshed. She might not be the one to wield the blade... but blame would land on her shoulders.

And yet... part of Paloma knew that Peregrine was right. Though Pandion was never harsh towards her, she knew all too well that she was a pawn in his games. She was a piece that could traded for a new alliance – or to strengthen a current one. By the gods, Paloma prayed that she would not be sent to Foirfich. She could survive in Sgaithte at least, but Foirfich... such a place would be torturous to her sensibilities. The worst that could happen in Sgaithte would be people telling Paloma that she should be 'seen and not heard'. Still, to be sent so far away from all those that she loved...

“....Alright....” Paloma whispered, her heart breaking in two as she said the word. The princess knew in her heart that she would never be free. Either she would be bound to an arranged marriage; or buried with guilt. May the gods forgive her for her choice. May their father in the underworld forgive her too...

The door burst open and several of her brothers own personal knights entered the tavern. She shrunk back into the shadows as well, hoping that they would not see her face, though Paloma avoided looking in their direction. It would not too well for them to drag her back to her gilded cage that were her quarters in the palace. Her brown eyes scanned the room, searching for a second way out aside from the main door that the knights had just entered through. There... behind the bar.... was that a back door?
“Pip... there behind the tavern bar”, she whispered with a subtle jerk of her head. “I think that's a back door....”
Or at least Paloma was hoping it was. She didn't want the knights reporting back to Pandion that the princess had been meeting a shadowy figure in a tavern. He would surely assume that she was meeting with Peregrine to betray him – even if she had only been meeting with Peregrine to just see him again.

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OOC COMMENTS;; I have an idea for them to get ambushed outside in the back alley, and a couple of NPC rebels to come to their aid, along with one of the knights being a turncoat that is on their side. smile.gif Doable?

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Peregrine Alexander
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Peregrine let out a sigh that was louder than any of the words he had spoken as Paloma dissolved into indecisive mode. This was what frustrated him -- this almost teenage way of dealing with things. He hated Pandion and it was beyond him why she didn't hate him too. He didn't understand why she wouldn't want to take action, especially when he offered her more freedom than Pandion did. If he was ever told what foreign royal brat he was supposed to marry, he would find the closest way out. He could not figure out why Paloma did not jump at the opportunity. "Hey, look at me, look at me." He demanded, leaning towards her and using the same commanding voice he used with his troops, albeit at a lower volume. "Yes you can. The choice is easy." Had he been in her shoes, he would have liked to hear something along the lines of "I won't make him suffer", but he knew that would likely upset her further and it wasn't true.

It wasn't a hardened promise, but sounded like she was giving in to his side, so he took what he could get. He let out another sigh, this time of relief and relaxed back into his chair. His sister was officially on his side. He didn't trust that she had the metal to do "whatever it took" where Pandion was involved, but he was confident that she would participate in removing him from the throne indirectly, at least for awhile.

Just when they were making progress, Pandion's riders arrived. He would have liked to given fighting them all at once ago, but Paloma pointed out that they could escape through the backdoor. How she knew this tavern so intimately, Peregrine didn't know...or want to know. He did not and would not expect his sister to be the kind of princess who sneaked out to meet up with clandestine lovers or participate in late-night parties at inns, but here she was, sneaking out to meet him. Who knew what had changed in the time he had been away.

"I despise hiding." He mouthed, but he dropped to his belly and wriggled along the floor. He pulled himself up into a crouch just before he got to the door, waiting in a squat position for her to follow.

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