Saved
Some days, Maelie cursed her elven hearing. The awkwardness around Sareena’s father being in the house hung over them all and everyone was waiting for something to happen, for words to be said.
Mae understood though as she tried to imagine herself sitting down with her father and trying to talk about their past. What would she say to him? She knew what she’d say to her mother. She had enough of that unpacked and in plain sight that she could find the anger there. But her father?
The two girls ran ahead. They reached the fencing that separated the visitors from the animals and peered at the enormous cats within. So much like the other cats, but the sisters oo’ed and awed at the size of their teeth and paws, at the fancy manes.
“Look papa! Look! They’re so big!” The eldest called back.
He nods as he joins them, a pace or two back, observing the cats the way he observed everything, in silence.
“They must hunt giant rats to get that big.” The younger sister observes.
“They must hunt whatever they want!”
“I’m told they hunt deer.” Their father comments.
“A whole deer?” The sisters ask in astonishment.
He looked about to respond, but then noticed their retinue giving them awkward looks. Other nobles were present on this visit to the menagerie and the girls watched his gaze drift and then back to them. “Let’s keep moving.”
That was their cue to quiet down.
This crazy world has lost its mind
It's our fault
Oh you can try and straighten it
It turns, it turns, it turns
Oh you can try and smother it
But it burns
Oh it burns
Elsinore hops down and then remembers to smooth her dress and look not disheveled. "Are they nice?"
‘Are they nice?’ She thinks through the meaning and remembers. Remembers the looks when she got too excited. She was the same age. Six years old, excited about animals. But she was suffocated with the duty of appearing noble, reserved, all for her mother’s image.
She reassures her daughter. Her daughter takes her hand, and she leads her to the horses so she can smile, and ask questions, and be answered, and encouraged, and told she is allowed to want things for herself.
It's the good and it's the bad
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us
“Look papa!” She held up her hands, the strings of the cat’s cradle laced between her fingers.
He blinked. “What is it?”
“It’s… a thing one of the servant girls were playing with. You wrap the string around your fingers and…” She twisted and turned and slipped the strings from one little finger to another and inverted the pattern. “See! Isn’t it neat!”
Her father blinked again and leaned closer, a rare sign of interest. “How did you do that?”
She smiled brightly and began to show her father her new trick. “Oh, well, if you wrap it the right way and if you just pull on this string then it…”
“What’s that?”
The room froze.
“It’s just some servant toy.” Her father said, pulling back from his daughter. The movement was slow, but the small girl felt instantly isolated and alone.
Her mother moved across the room. Elegant as an approaching thundercloud. The dark, soft, billowing edges containing within thunder and lightning. “Which servants were showing you this?”
“None, maman, I was just watching them…” She stammered, looking to her father for help.
“So, they were playing when they should have been working?” Her mother pressed, looming over her now, her ice-cold eyes glaring.
“Non, they weren’t. Umm…” She tried to hide the strings, but her mother’s hand snatched them and pulled them from her fingers. The girl yelped as her fingers are twisted when the strings are wrenched free.
“Which servants?”
“I don’t know.” She pleaded, but it wasn’t that she didn’t know. It’s that she also knew what her mother did to servants who showed her things, who played with her. She never saw them again and the rest avoided her afterwards.
“How can you remember useless things like this but can’t remember faces or your studies or anything useful?” Her mother’s voice had this way about it. She never screamed, not really. The intensity of the tone, the silences that spoke volumes, it was all there like distant thunder.
Her father’s cloud, meanwhile, was just along for the ride. Silent. Benign. Uninvolved.
This nineteenth century is a mess
Oh you can try and fix it
But it breaks
Oh you can try and love it
But it hates
Oh it hates
"I should've rescued you," he says, whisper quiet.
She walked past the music room. She even walked quickly so that her elven ears wouldn’t intrude on the conversation happening. But then she heard those words. She knew what those words meant to her wife, how she’d yearned for her father to sweep into that horrible place and take her away, take her somewhere that might have taught her what safety was. But he never did. Because he was in Hell.
From what she knew, everything James Redgrove and Sareena Lorallen had gone through was so much worse than her own story. Her story was somewhere between being spoiled in luxury yet having no freedom to enjoy it. Being torn away from her sister while finally escaping her mother. Being free to be herself with people who love her, but rarely being able to tell anyone who she is.
She’d wondered why she was so nervous about Sareena’s father and maybe it was just because… he was a father. The woman she loved had deserved and understood that she should have been saved by someone, anyone, but especially her father. But he’d been in Hell and that had remained a fantasy for her whole life until she saved herself. And so, he could be forgiven.
For Maelie though…her father had been right there.
It's the good and it's the bad
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us
She was a wretched sobbing mess by the time her mother was finished. Not a hand had been laid on her, but her mother had never needed to. She reserved that for when she was too angry for words. She watched the skirts of her mother’s dress whisk away towards the door; her head held high as if making up for the pathetic state she left her daughter in.
The girl knelt on the ground, unmoving, trying to be as small and quiet so as not to draw any more attention in the now silent room.
Her father’s chair creaked. Her ears picked up the soft sound of fabric on fabric as he rose. Through bleary eyes she caught sight of his shoes and for one, brief, split second, she stopped crying.
But the shoes turned and left her. Silent. Benign. Uninvolved.
Oh when I climb too high?
I always lose my nerve
It happens every time
Oh will you bring me home
Oh when I'm barely alive
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us
Mae turns when she gets to the top of the stairs, she had meant to go to her office but instead she walks to Elsinore’s room. Opening the door, quiet as ever, she peeks in on her sleeping daughter.
Wrapped in warm blankets with her orange apri-cat curled up next to her, she was peaceful. As Mae gets closer, she notices the ribbons for Sugar’s hair gripped in the little hand that stuck out from the blankets.
Her shoes gently make their way to stand next to the bed as Mae leans over to tuck the blankets in, slipping the ribbons out and laying them on the dresser so they don’t get lost if she turns in bed. Then she kisses Elsie’s forehead and promises,
“I love you and I will always come to save you.”
It's the good and it's the bad
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
And this is for us
Oh will you break my fall
Oh when I climb too high?
I always lose my nerve
It happens every time
Oh will you bring me home
Oh when I'm barely alive?
It's the state of love and trust
And this is for you
This is for us
And this is for you
And this is for us
This is for you
This is for us
This is for us.
Maelie's Journal Ordered oldest to newest
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The Last Rule
November 27th, 1882, - Novandria
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The Den
06 Dec 2022 09:56:24
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Am I losing?
08 Dec 2022 06:38:19
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A Close Call
24 Dec 2022 04:42:45
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Plans
08 Jan 2023 03:25:16
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New Toys
09 Jan 2023 03:46:07
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Mistakes were made
13 Jan 2023 12:09:59
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Too close to home
17 Jan 2023 12:57:03
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Not like you.
27 Jan 2023 03:51:17
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This City is Mine.
February 6th, 1883
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Aimless?
March 5, 1883 - Novandria
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The Game Begins
February 13th, 1883
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Too much like You
March 13, 1883
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Safer in Shadows
April 3, 1883
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New Beginnings
April 7th, 1883
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Ready to Run
April 17th, 1883
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Home
April 25, 1883
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Can you steal a heart?
May 8th, 1883
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Trouble
11th of May, 1883
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Heartbreak
14th of May, 1883
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Hunter or Prey?
16th of May, 1883
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Guilt
19th of May, 1883
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Untrustworthy
21st of May, 1883
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Why am I like this?
25th of May, 1883
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Worthy
8th of June, 1883
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The One She Left Behind
13th June, 1883
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Annnd it's back...
July 1st, 1883
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Learning to Fly
July 4th, 1883
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Thrill of the Hunt
July 29th, 1883
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From the Embers
21st of August, 1883 // 1867
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Mother Knows Best
16th of September, 1883
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A Snake, a Star, and a Fox
25th of September, 1883, Novandria
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It wasn't him.
28th of September, 1883, Novandria
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The New Blade
13th of September, 1883
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Something Good
October 31, 1883 - Novandria
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The wound that won't close
18th of December, 1883 - Novandria
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Promise
25th of December, 1883 - Novandria
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Fallen through the cracks
6th of January, 1884 - Novandria
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Day to Night
7th of January, 1884
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What's Left to the Shadows
22nd of January, 1884, Novandria
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The World without Colour
18th of February, 1884, Bellancourt, Montaigne,
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Seventeen Roofs
26th of February, Novandria, Eisen
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Crossing the Board
4th of March, 1884, Novandria, Eisen
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New Freedom
May 4th, 1884
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Saved
5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858
November 27th, 1882, - Novandria
06 Dec 2022 09:56:24
08 Dec 2022 06:38:19
24 Dec 2022 04:42:45
08 Jan 2023 03:25:16
09 Jan 2023 03:46:07
13 Jan 2023 12:09:59
17 Jan 2023 12:57:03
27 Jan 2023 03:51:17
February 6th, 1883
March 5, 1883 - Novandria
February 13th, 1883
March 13, 1883
April 3, 1883
April 7th, 1883
April 17th, 1883
April 25, 1883
May 8th, 1883
11th of May, 1883
14th of May, 1883
16th of May, 1883
19th of May, 1883
21st of May, 1883
25th of May, 1883
8th of June, 1883
13th June, 1883
July 1st, 1883
July 4th, 1883
July 29th, 1883
21st of August, 1883 // 1867
16th of September, 1883
25th of September, 1883, Novandria
28th of September, 1883, Novandria
13th of September, 1883
October 31, 1883 - Novandria
18th of December, 1883 - Novandria
25th of December, 1883 - Novandria
6th of January, 1884 - Novandria
7th of January, 1884
22nd of January, 1884, Novandria
18th of February, 1884, Bellancourt, Montaigne,
26th of February, Novandria, Eisen
4th of March, 1884, Novandria, Eisen
May 4th, 1884
5th of May, 1884/16th of July, 1858
The major events and journals in Maelie's history, from the beginning to today.
Saved
[i]Some days, Maelie cursed her elven hearing. The awkwardness around Sareena’s father being in the house hung over them all and everyone was waiting for something to happen, for words to be said. Mae understood though as she tried to imagine hersel...
05:22 am - 05.05.2024Saved
[i]Some days, Maelie cursed her elven hearing. The awkwardness around Sareena’s father being in the house hung over them all and everyone was waiting for something to happen, for words to be said. She pulled herself away to stop herself from eavesdroppi...
05:13 am - 05.05.2024New Freedom
“Change heading three degrees to port.” [i]First Officer Vasko’s voice resonated through the bridge. It simultaneously felt like he never raised his voice, yet everyone always heard his orders from one end to the other. His vaguely threatening d...
02:22 pm - 04.05.2024Weapons Deck
04:47 am - 09.04.2024Lower Observation Deck
04:46 am - 09.04.2024Interior Walkways
04:46 am - 09.04.2024Engine Room
04:45 am - 09.04.2024Crew Quarters
04:45 am - 09.04.2024Cargo Hold
04:44 am - 09.04.2024Captain's Cabin
04:44 am - 09.04.2024Bridge of the Sky Hunter
04:43 am - 09.04.2024Adventurer's Quarters on the Sky Hunter
04:41 am - 09.04.2024Maelie Arsenault's airship, Le Chasseur du Ciel [The Sky Hunter]
04:33 am - 09.04.2024Day dress
02:42 pm - 26.09.2023Casual outfit and coat
02:37 pm - 26.09.2023Revolver
03:09 pm - 14.05.2023Hunting Rifle
03:09 pm - 14.05.2023The Game Begins
Fox was spending more time in her den lately. She needed somewhere to think clearly and tactfully about how to manage her criminal affairs without getting distracted with adventures, courting, and whatever tiny disaster was occurring. She had setup a dart...
05:27 pm - 13.02.2023This City is Mine.
[i]Fox closed the secret entrance to her den behind her before stepping back and collapsing in a chair. Too much adrenaline for way too long. The tension of waiting out on rooftops, alleyways, and sewers before making her way here had been particularly ex...
11:29 pm - 06.02.2023Not like you.
Maelie leaned against a tree, she had just changed out of her Fox gear, stashed it all into the luggage and put on some unremarkable travelling clothes. She re-inventoried her bags and was almost ready to head out, but as she took a few breaths, her racin...
03:51 am - 27.01.2023Too close to home
Fox had retreated to her den with a collection of newspapers after she saw the article about the jewellery thefts. She had been the only one hitting jewellery stores over the passed few months, who could have stepped into her territory like this? Maybe th...
12:57 am - 17.01.2023Mistakes were made
She frowned as she read the paper. Gunpowder had been a horrible idea and she'd known it from the start. Then again, that job had been a horrible idea from the same. Harkim had cared far too little about the fallout of destroying a shipment of goods in...
12:09 am - 13.01.2023New Toys
Fox tugged the gloves on. They fit snugly to the hand, the soft black leather barely noticeable. Inspecting them she smirks at the slashes at the end that allow her fingertips to have a better feel for lock picks and other precise instruments. With a snap...
03:46 pm - 09.01.2023Plans
“Stay?” "Stay for a bit?" "Are...are you leaving?" It was the real question she was asking all along. She had panicked Cardinal with talk of houses by accident, but it had drawn out her real fears. Would she leave? On a whim? When something bette...
03:25 pm - 08.01.2023A Close Call
She comes into her hideout from the sewers, her dress ruined, mask pulled off, and hair fallen into a mess. She drops her coat on the floor and shivers as she closes the secret entrance behind her before going to collapse in a chair. Burying her face in h...
04:42 am - 24.12.2022Am I losing?
Victor… why had she called him that back there? Maelie was better than that, she was careful with her words, and afterwards she had even recovered well. But it wasn’t enough, the words were said, and she was left to deal with it. She was an expert ...
06:38 pm - 08.12.2022The Den
The lock of the warehouse’s side door clicked and opened, Fox entered and left the lights off. Used to the dark, the odd part was opening the door with a key. Closing it behind her, she stepped into the warehouse she ‘owned’, or rather Garrus Heinri...
09:56 pm - 06.12.2022Casual
01:43 am - 30.11.2022Adventuring Gear
01:42 am - 30.11.2022Fox outfit
01:39 am - 30.11.2022Uncle Mika (Orc)
01:28 am - 30.11.2022Aunt Kallie
01:28 am - 30.11.2022The Last Rule
Another night, another rooftop. This time in the Central Ward, dashing across the tops of the markets and offices of the heart of the Novandria. Maelie had seen Cardinal back to her room, said good night, exchanged kisses and delirious grins, and said goo...
05:46 am - 27.11.2022The list of amazing people following the adventures of Maelie.
Social
Birthplace
Bellancourt, Montaigne
Current Residence
Arsenault Manor, North Ward, Novandria
Contacts & Relations
Romances:
Maelie is married to Sareena 'Cardinal' Loralen, a young half-elf bard she befriended after arriving in Novandria. Their wedding was held in the Temple of Sephira, Novandria in the fall of 1883.
The two have purchased a house together in the North Ward, a large manor now dubbed Arsenault Manor.
Sir Victor Orsei von Tressard courted through 1883-84 Maelie and she is as hopelessly in love with him as she is Sareena. She proudly shows off her eletech-bike and has made sure that just about everyone in Novandria knows they can blame Victor for giving it to her as a second courting gift.
The two are now engaged and to be married in the fall of 1884.
Profesisonal:
Raggash 'Rags' Undermaul functions as her handler in the Syndicate
Philippe de Luc is a Blade in the Syndicate who brought Fox in on a job.
Fox's superiors in the Syndicate seem at pains to attach a leash to the former freelance thief. While the organization has some leverage on her, they seem to not be used to dealing with somebody who simply doesn't need them in the way most of their underlings do.
Wealth & Financial state
Maelie draws on sources of wealth and credit that she explains is a large inheritance from her adoptive aunt and uncle. She is testing the waters of setting down roots in Eisen, so most of her wealth is tied up in banking accounts across Europa.
In truth, she has been left a treasure trove of profits from her's, and her foster aunt and uncle's, heists and illicit projects across Europa.
Family Ties
Aunt Kallie (Air Genasi)
Uncle Mika (Orc)
Religious Views
She is highly devoted to both Sephira and Steyfano.
Particularly Sephira she delights in music, enjoys the freedom the night grants her, and hates any form of oppression.
Of Steyfano, she prides wit and guile as her weapons of choice. Rules are merely guidelines that you can slip between if you're clever. Let others get hungup by them.
Social Aptitude
She's witty and sassy, but holds herself with poise when among high society. She will usually let those of higher station take the lead first, but sometimes gets impatient and steps forward herself.
Mannerisms
When she's being social in a tavern, she's all smiles and laughter. Even when the chips are down, she always has something to say in return.
Speech
She has a Montaigne accent that is especially thick when she speaks Elvish.