Why Me?


A stately noirette makes her way up the stone staircases within the walls that lead to one of the inner shooting stands, nodding every once and awhile to the men (and occasional woman) she passes on the way, each busy with their own tasks.

As she walks through the final doorway to her destination the young seeming womans eyes flash storm grey at the sight before her. Placing the tray of food and drink she had brought up from one of the kitchens to the side, she strides forward and plucks the about-to-be-fired arrow from the fingers of the brunette she had come up to see.

The brunette starts, staring at where the arrow was as if trying to figure out where it went or if she had fired it already before reaching down to the quiver before her for another. Only to pull at air.

"When was the last time you ate, Elera," - the noirette questions innocently, as if she doesn't already know, the aforementioned quiver hanging from her fingers.

"Riva?" - Elera questions, not having noticed her sisters arrival, eyes slighlty glazed, - "Ahhh..."

"If it takes that long to remember, it's been too long," - Riva chides, directing her elder sister over to the small table and stool kept on the shooting stands for just such occasions. Plucking her bow from her slackened grip as she does, - "Sit, eat, let your fingers rest a bit," - she continued, - "The targets will still be there after you finish."

"But..." - Elera tried to protest.

A piece of bread stops her objections short, - "No," - Riva says, moving over to the edge of the stand, bow in hand, - "You need to rest," - pulling an arrow, she sights down the shaft and fires, hitting an invading Murgo in the throat. - "Honestly, I'm the youngest, why is it that I'm the one always taking care of you?"


"Fenris!" - a small noirette chides - "What do you think you're doing!"

"Ummm..." - the coal haired boy, Fenris, pauses in his attempts to free himself from the furs.

"You know what I think you're doing?" - she asks - "I think you're trying to escape before Miss Ingrid says you're well enough to do so."

"Oh come on Eydis, I'm fine," - Fenris tried to argue, words slightly off - "That old hag wouldn't know the difference between a sprain and a shattered bone."

"And you've been fighting off a fever for the last three days," - Eydis cut him off - "Mother was so worried, she would have skipped the boar hunt if Miss Ingrid hadn't convinced her you'd be fine once the fever broke," - she pushed Fenris back onto the pile of furs, bundling him back up, "Honestly, I'm the youngest, why is it that I'm the one always taking care of you?"


"If you love me at all, Iona, you'll kill me," - a broad man with honey hair moaned.

"No," - Iona says, moving over to the windows to pull the curtains and open the shutters, uncaring of her brother's cry of protest at the sudden light.

"No mercy for your elder brother?" - he croaks out, normally blue eyes bloodshot and squinting as he trys to follow his sisters progress around the room.

"I tried to warn you against your attempt to outdrink Maragor," - Iona chides, - "But did you listen to me? No." - She pulls her brother into a sitting position, a feat one would not expect possible due to the difference in height between the siblings.

"Iona," - the man groans before a bucket is shoved into his face and he gags as his already empty stomach heaves, only bile burning his throat.

"The woman knows her alcohol, Anrak," - Iona continues, not the least bit fazed by her brother's heaving, rubbing his back before removing the bucket and handing him a cloth to wipe his mouth, - "And this isn't the first time either."

She hands him a cup of bitter tea, the contents known only to her, and the long past witcher woman who taught her, - "So no, I have no mercy for you."

Anrak pulls a face, but drinks the tea, knowing from expierence that it would silence his stomach.

Iona pulls out a breakfast tray full of soft foods, - "Honestly, I'm the youngest, why is it that I'm the one always taking care of you?"


Universe Notes...

Soooo... Just in case it wasn't clear... Riva, Eydis, and Iona are all one person. Eydis is the name Mother Aloria gave her and the one she forgot when she was on the Isle of the Winds until Riva Iron-Grip showed up. At which point he named her Iona, which is what she went by until Iron-Grip's death. She then took his name as her own and became Riva.

I also realize this isn't exactly what I had promised, truthfully this one started out titled as Archery Practice, then it became about how Riva has always been the one taking care of her siblings in one manner or another.

I have finished all of the Female Dolls, and they'll be going up on my DeviantArt account sometime next week... in-between work, school, and trying to write something for my original works. Now I just have to find a good Doll Maker so I can do the guys. Search for either Briarrose10001 on DeviantArt, or Rivtalia Dolls Riva to find the first one.

Lets hope the next Snippet doesn't take as long, and I have a basic timeline of Riva's story all set, just editing that now.

Wish me Luck!