Glaring daggers

Writers: Miriah, Paula
Date Posted: 20th March 2014

Characters: Mirdella, Sisallah, Indella
Description: Sisallah gets her digs in
Location: Amber Hills Hold
Date: month 5, day 5 of Turn 7
Notes: Hidden Meadows Hold

The recent death of her husband not only left Sisallah a widow, but

also left her with the duties of his memorial to plan. With her son
grieving the loss of his father and the rest in a rush to help Demir
,**What a choice, Koldelo. Why didn't you speak to me before you made
that stupid, stupid decision? What of our son? Is he to be left with
nothing?** she was forced to turn to Mirdella for assistance.

She knocked on the door to Mirdella's chambers sharply.

"Yes?" Mirdella asked and came to open the door. "Sisallah," her voice
wasn't friendly when she saw who it was.

Sisallah's own expression was cool. "Mirdella. We need to speak about
your father's memorial."

"Of course. Do come in," Mirdella schooled her face to a more neutral
expression and gestured her in.

Sisallah came in, skirts rustling. She got right to the point. "It
will be up to us to make sure your father has an appropriate memorial
service, Mirdella befitting his station."

"Mother dear..." It was amazing how much venom you could put in to
those two words, "anything less would dishonour his memory. You can
count on my help," Mirdella's smile was sweet and totally fake. She
would, however, be more than happy to help arrange the memorial, to
make it grand and take credit for it.

Sisallah matched Mirdella's false sweetness. "I don't need much of
your help, dear child." Her voice was syrupy. "Just with the guest
list. I'll be handling most of the arrangements, but I simply do not
have time to arrange for the guests. Since you're not a Holder's wife,
you couldn't possibly be aware of the intricacies that will be
necessary."

"You forget I was fostered in Amber Hills hold. Along side Lord Benaroy's
daughters, I learned to do exactly such things," Mirdella kept her voice
sweet but there was barbs in it.

There was creak from the children's bedroom's door and little Indella
walked out, rubbing her eyes.

"Hello, sweetheart, did you have a good nap?" Mirdella asked, the sweetness
in her voice genuine now.

The little girl nodded. "Come to say hi to grandmother," Mirdella said
with a wicked little smile.

"Hi, granny," Indella muttered shyly and came to press her face against her
mother's skirt.

"Oh, I remember, dear _daughter_. But without the actual experience, which
you do not have, it's a pointless endeavor. You're a farmer's wife. I
expect that you'll be aiding him throughout the proceedings." She looked
down at the small child and gave a slight smile. She despised being called
'granny'. "Indella, dear. Good afternoon."

"Well, Inarys will be Master Farmer one day," Mirdella said thru gritted
teeth. She hated to be remainded that her husband wasn't as high ranking as
she would had prefered. Her aim had been on Lord Benaroy's son.

"I'm sure." Sisallah nodded, a slight curl to the corners of her lips. "And
much prestige there is in that. I'm most impressed. Now. Can you handle the
guest list or will you be too busy playing in dirt and crops?"

"I don't play in dirt and crops. And yes, I can handle the the guest list,"
Mirdella said with all dignity she could muster and straightened her back.
Unfortunately, being short, the effect wasn't what she hoped for. If she
had knife, she would happily sink it between Sisallah's ribs.

"No, your husband does and you clean the manure from his boots. I had
forgotten." Sisallah kept her polite smile, but there was a smugness to her
lips that couldn't be denied. "I'll need the guest list by this evening to
look over. And then you can help staff with the decorations."

"As I already said, I am happy to help in anyway," Mirdella replied. If
looks could kill, her step mother would be keeling over dead by now.

She rather enjoyed that look on Mirdella's face. The woman may hate her,
but in reality, she was absolutely powerless to touch her and Sisallah knew
it. "Good. After the memorial, I need to speak with you about your living
arrangements. I think you and your husband would better serve the Hold
closer to the fields, don't you think?" She nodded. "I'll be awaiting the
guest list this evening. Good bye, Mirdella." She spun on heels and swayed
out of the door, a satisfied smile on her face.

Mirdella stared after her in disbelief. She and Inarys have been living in
this appartment since they married. Her hand wrapped around her daughter
protectively. There was no way she was going to move in to some tiny cot.
She was going to do everything she could to prevent that.

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