The Silverhand [ENYA]
Enya’s mouth curved into a smile as she lifted her brows at the birdman. “Naughty foxes, huh?”
Squalk didn’t offer comment, but she could’ve sworn his feathers tinged pink. Reclined like a princess in her catbed, Tam poured herself another, mostly, white Russian, nibbling on frog legs off of an elegant twig. “I say, he should’ve eaten them. There’s good meat to be had on foxes.” She smiled mischievously. “Especially the naughty ones.”
It was Enya’s turn to blush furiously as Oksana slapped Squalk on the back, letting out a cackle. The strix snatched up another frog from the fire. “Come, Fearless Leader!” She waved with a flailing webbed leg. “You give story, yes?”
Tam cavorted around her bed, arms failing. “Oh! Tell me about Guy! Tell me about Guy!”
Enya’s brows lifted as she plucked a bottle of linnorum mead at her bag. “You wish to hear more of my father?”
The catfolk clasped her fingers under her chin and batted her eyelashes. “What a man.”
“Aye,” Enya nodded, “Agot thought so.”
Oksana’s tail peeled through the air, twig poised to strike and Enya reached out and caught it before it could make contact with her snout. Craning her head, she narrowed her eyes on the serpent caught in a vise grip. “I am not a monkey.” The appendage went taut as if it found itself in unexpected circumstances. She squeezed—not enough to hurt Oksana, but enough to get her point across. “Are we clear?” The tail went limp. Playing dead. She rolled her eyes and released it. “You probably learned that from Sinbad.”
“Story! Story!” Tam clapped. “Story!”
Enya dropped back against the grass and folded her arms beneath her head, “You wish to know of my father. Hmm…well, unlike Agot, Guy never knew his people. He was born in a Taldan brothel as Guy La Vie. My father was never sure of which one of the women might have been his mother. He had suspicions about the Madame who ran the ratty leaning little building, known at that time as La Vie, but it was never confirmed. It seemed that he was raised collectively amongst the whores who worked for her. My father was born a rogue and bastard.
Enya couldn’t help but smile at the image of her father. “Even as a child, he used to say, 'Nothing is ever locked.' There wasn’t a door he couldn’t unlock, a set of binds he could not free himself with…and everyone in Taldan knew better than to challenge that easy smile to a game of cards. I don’t know much of his life before Agot, but I do know that by the time my mother started hunting him, he was Guy the Silverhand.”
Enya pulled a simple silver piece from her belt and held up the shiny coin. “He was given the name because of his signature. If you were killed by the Silverhand, the world would know it by the silver pieces he left over your eyes. By the time, Agot caught up with him in Markarth, he was a notorious legend—more rumor and hearsay than anything because no one had ever actually seen him. Well, no one had seen him and lived.”
She tossed the coin and caught it. “A notorious highway man wanted in three different countries. Perfect material for a swellsword trying to make her name, yes? My mother never said as much, but I believe when she stomped into the jungle to avenge Hircine and found only Guy and his rakish charm, she was surprised. Why else would she not have cut him down where he stood?”
“That surprise didn’t last long—for my father was the bravest of all men and stole not one kiss, but two!” Enya peeled off the forest floor and sat, her mouth widening in predatory delight. “And only then, was there a fight. It was glorious. My mother swung and the Silverhand braced with daggers! Centaur silver daggers he’d stolen from an Ulfen warlord--the very warlord who had paid Agot to bring Guy to justice! Agot would swing, Guy would counter. It is said that for a long while all that as heard in the forest was the clamber of steel on steel and my father’s laughter. “ Her teeth flashed in a lovely crescent. “Joy—it came easily to him.”
“My mother was fast, but father was much faster. He knocked her blades from her hand and pinned her to the tree. Agot struggled something vicious. She was Agot! Mightiest of Floki’s daughters and here she’d been bested by a smiling idiot! She snapped and snarled at my father, but could not free herself. After all, my mother was a warrior not a rogue—and no man had ever been foolish enough to pin her…anywhere. And do you know what my father did?”
“No?” Tam’s eyes widened and she slapped Oksana’s tail second before it could strike. “What did he say?”
The tail recoiled and attacked the strix instead. Enya ducked an angry wing, meeting Tam’s eyes. “He kissed her. Senseless. He kissed her so much she could not breathe. I am not sure why my mother allowed it. Agot was never…” She frowned. “Romantic, but she allowed Guy to steal her breath and her body. But nothing else. I am told that they never uttered a word to one another. Touching and kissing—but never speaking.” She titled her head, familiar confusion blanketing her mind. “And when, she woke—he was gone. Save for the silver pieces he’d left on the rogue he’d killed….and Hircine.”
Tam frowned. “But I thought—“
“The bandit had killed Hircine?” Enya nodded. “As did Agot. So when she rose alone with nothing but the truth, Guy the Silverhand became much more than a bounty. The men who had attacked her bore the mark of a black fox—she touched the back of her neck—they had belonged to Guy. While Agot had been tracking him, Guy had been tracking her. Why did he not kill her?” Enya shrugged, even as she smiled wistfully.
“Perhaps, for the same reason she had not killed him when given the chance. It did not matter. Once she realized his treachery, Guy became the enemy. He had taken her bear and her body without a shred of honor. Agot the Bloody vowed to hunt and kill him. It would be three years before she would see the Silverhand again, but this time, when she caught up with him…she was no longer the fresh-faced lass just barely able to swing her sword. This time, when she met the Silverhand, she meant blood.”
Last edited by SlickCiggy; 09-11-2013 at 10:19 PM.
"Flowers for the widows."