Partner

This was a bit of a quicky. Waiting for laundry, so yay for you guys, bad for me. Up later than I wanted to be and already tired -_-

Luckily I don't have Mari's job. Or a Sidhe to look after. I'm thinking it's worse than looking after a kid. A kid you can at least pick up and put in bed or what have you, Sidhe are larger than you are.

It started with the Harella-shay bit and I knew it would end like it did... With the ... yeah. But the inbetween was just like ZIP. It was only the ending that took a while and I was distracted for that. So go me.

Partners is starting to slow down a bit. I'll try and fill in random stuff even if there's no plot, if people want, but yes. It is slowing down a bit.

New sick is going through the house. Thus if I vanish for a few days... it's because my sick got worse. Housefuls of people are dangerous!

Read, Review and enjoy.






“This one,” Mari pointed to the symbol at the top of the very strange tree that Paw had written on the wall, “is something along the lines of Harella-shay’s. It’s the symbol that the goddess used when she didn’t want anyone fucking with her stuff, and when I say that, I mean that she sent Rahl-ta and Tahl-ra to destroy a man’s living, family, health and then his very life when he touched an object with this symbol on it.”

She sounded quite proud of herself.

Mik wasn’t impressed, “It’s got something to do with the Sidhe, of course Harella-shay’s mark is on them.”

“Tiz true,” Paw’s head cocked to the side suddenly, “Tiz… t… tteeeeannnzoooo. Teeeez.”

“Paw, you’re doing something and I don’t get it,” Mik murmured, dropping into the seat beside Paw.

Paw growled at him, “not portant. Tyz dead.”

“Who is Tyz?”

“You’re joking. Right?” Mari snapped at Mik, “after all the talk about religion and the gods and the myths and you don’t know who Tyz is?”

“No… he’s important though, right?”

“He’s only the only thing Una ever asked of the gods, a mate for life. Shey-har made Tyz and they’re still together.”

“Tyz dead,” Paw murmured, “Una likely sleeping, not like civilization. Not enough sparklies to keep busy and Tyz not born in time like this, like how Ayato and Rava not born in times like this.”

“You’re babbling. You’re lips are moving, I know the words coming out of your mouths but I … have no idea. You just added another … multi-birthed … thing to the list. And an immortal? If there was an … there’s a book of Una in the Blood bible.”

“That there is,” Mari stated, “Una raised both Illuva and De, Illuva as a sort of… broken bird… and De as his son. Rahl-ta is indebted to him, Ayato and Rava go to him time and again. He is the game keeper.”

“From… Rahl-ta’s betrayal. I remember that. The gods played a game and in the end Ayato showed himself as a god and as the winner after deceiving Rahl-ta and Tahl-ra for millennia. Rahl-ta threw a fit and burned Ayato so badly his soul was scorched. The god was then cast into the bowels of hell and punished for his betrayal of the rules. The gamekeeper… ordered it.”

“The gamekeeper has the right to order the punishment of one who breaks the rules. Oh. Oh,” Mari spun to the wall and yanked out a permanent marker, something Mik hadn’t realised she was carrying. She scrawled something across the wall and stepped back, “Una’s language.”

“What?”

“Una. He’s referred to as Mother born, he simply appeared one day and no one knows where he’s from. He claims there have been others like him but none of them have ever been whole and most die. However. They all speak a singular language at birth. The language that is said to be the language of Mother herself and therefore…”

Mik puzzled over it.

“Of Harella-shay!” Paw exclaimed clapping his hands excitedly, “Harella-shay’s symbol was in her mother tongue.”

“Okay. I get it, break through. Before anyone gets all giddy about this-” he had to raise his voice over Mari’s excited squeal, “does anyone in modern times know how to translate the … so called Mother Tongue?”

Both immediately drooped.

“That’s what I thought. And I hate to be cruel, but while you get bonus points or even a cookie for figuring that out. It doesn’t help us get any closer. Our language came from this at some point, wound over and back and whatnot, as we became interested in Mother and then disinterested, however… we don’t know if the words we think belong to that language… actually belong to that language.”

“You… have an idea…” Mari looked sceptical, “did you just come up with an idea while you were babbling on?”

Mik rubbed his face, “it’s occurred to me that … this mother figure, this goddess of the world, is something that almost all religions share. It’s something that the Sidhe and the people hold in the same regard. There are the gods, who we all know and … love… and then there is Mother. Above the rest and even the most dastardly bastard doesn’t use her name in vain. So… what else do we hold true and common?”

All were silent for a very long moment.

“Ayato came after this,” Paw murmured.

“But how long have the Sidhe known about Ayato?” Mik asked Paw.

Paw considered, “before that… maybe.”

“Ayato means lover, in Sidhe and ancient. Ayata means love, in Sidhe and ancient. The hand motion,” Mik made them, “are the same motions that the LeAniege used in the sixth century, yes, I’ve been reading up, as their family symbol. The sign of Ayato.”

“It… was the ninth century… Before Inception.”

“… I was only off by like-”

“Fifteen hundred years. That’s in the ballpark,” Mari nodded quickly, “so we have the language but not the words. At the very least, we can compare what we might find as the Mother Tongue, as Mik is calling it, and compare it to the symbols we have.”

“But that would take a lot of-”

“I have free time,” Mari nodded.

“Amongst running the program and my office…” Mik’s mind did a backwards tumble, “You have free time?”

“Yes, why, do you have dry cleaning for me to do or something?”

“No. No. Gods, no. I wouldn’t dream of giving you more work-”

“Why, you think I can’t handle more work? I can do more work, no problem.”

“The problem is that you are doing more work than anyone I’ve ever known and my mother was a single mother raising two kids and paying medical bills,” Mik said calmly, “It’s normal for a person to take personal time, them time. If you keep this up, I’m going to have to find you a Sidhe just so you’ll slow down.”

“Working yourself to death won’t change their opinions,” Paw muttered, “they’re just jealous, you know.”

“Who?” Mik asked Paw as Mari growled at the Sidhe.

“Her sisters,” Paw murmured to Mik, rolling his head towards the man, “they keep telling her that her job is stupid.”

“Do they … realise what her job is?”

“They call her a babysitter.”

“Fucking hells is wrong-”

“Silence,” Mari snapped, flipping open her phone as she did. The woman walked into the nest room and shut the door. Mik and Paw waited patiently for nearly ten minutes before she came back out and smiled innocently at them, “Delwar wants an interview.”

“Television talk lady?” Paw made a face that was close to a grimace, “arrogant.”

“She wants both of you. The program has deemed it appropriate and it would help us a lot.”

“And what would I talk about?”

“Sidhe, of course,” Mari muttered, “what else would you talk about?”


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