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[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

Back in the room, Kiriana's side of the bed was long since empty and cold. Rising long before even the maids of the castle, Kiri had made her way outside in the pre-morning light. At the edge of the forest she had waited patiently for Kanya's return, using calm meditation to clear her mind and give herself peace on the past days. An awareness of Kanya had woken her up long before telling her of the bobcat's approach. It was odd, the bond they had, but built on many years of companionship and so strong that the even Kiriana who had such dismal skills in conversing with animals could understand everything Kanya wanted to say and vice versa. As the sky began to lighten with morning, Kiriana opened her eyes slowly as Kanya came into sight. Returning to herself, the elven maiden's eyes held a clouded tone as she came back from the spirit realm that she'd been traveling in. Standing, her limbs were almost completely numb with cold and lack of movement but it did not hamper her. She was so familiar to the sensations that they did not affect her anymore. Going to Kanya, Kiriana had kneeled and picked up the weary cat, getting all the information from her during the walk back to the castle.

Just a short half hour later, Kanya had been fed and was returned to her spirits as the wildcat resumed her spot by Kiriana's side. And as it turned out, Kiriana's predawn activities were not yet finished as she left the castle once more. This time though, she walked towards the lake, watching the smooth waves brush along the shoreline as she approached. She wore a short white gown, made of a very soft and light cotton that barely went to her knees, perfect for swimming in. Entering the water, she left Kan behind her as she strode without hesitation into the ice cold liquid. When she was at mid-thigh in the water, she stopped and held her ground. Looking east over the lake and mountains beyond as she waited for the appearance of the sun. It was slow coming but the light of the sky told her that the rising of the sun was not far off. Proving her point, she had not been standing there five minutes before the first slivers of light appeared against the mountain tops and she felt the slow pleasure of sun hitting her cold skin.

By then the shivering in her had stopped as her body grew accustomed to the cold but now she shivered in the delight of greeting the new day. Sending out her consciousness, it was as if she could feel the coming of the sun and the power behind it. A slow smile formed on her lips with closed eyes as she silently gave thanks and welcome, lifting her arms slowly above her, she crossed her wrists eloquently and stood there. Her body was relaxed and curvy as she waited for the full light of the sun, keeping her eyes closed to allow her skin to feel the gradual movement of the light along her body. When she felt the sun hit her thighs and water her eyes opened quickly. Like when she had been running, her eyes were shining with an unearthly glow but unlike the previous brown of them they were almost a pitch black, blending the pupil and color together as one.

Breaking her form effortlessly, Kiriana dove headfirst into the water, pushing down the urge to take a breath as her lungs contracted against the cold. Completing about five perfect breast strokes under the water before she came up. Kiriana rose up on top of the water, slim muscles pushing her along effortlessly as she graduated into a freestyle stroke. Keeping her head primarily submerged under the water to aid in her speed, she tested her lung capacity and endurance as she cut through the cold water. Swimming was primarily a pleasure for her in the mornings, something that was rarely known since she swam so early but she didn't care if anyone knew or not. Her objective today was the other side of the lake, as usual. At home, they had a large lake near the capital that she had gone swimming in everyday, going to and from the opposite shore was easy for her. The main difference between the two lakes was that the one she was swimming in now was about twice the length of the one at home. Underwater, she realized this and smiled at the challenge. Well, if anything she could at least get stronger this year, she mused to herself before closing off her thoughts to focus on the power of her strokes.

A few hours later, Kiriana lay on the sweeping hill overlooking the lake, sunbathing and drying off with Kanya fast asleep at her side. She had made it a little over half of the way across the lake, not bad for her but she knew that she could do better. It only required practice, there had been a time when she could only swim a quarter of the way and back on her own lake. Granted she'd been about thirteen but within only a year she had been able to swim the length of the lake and back due to her daily routine. Feeling refreshed from the warm beating of the sun after the cool water, Kiriana sat up slowly and stretched. Her muscles were warm and slightly tired, her stomach was growling and even though her dress was still damp and her hair still wet she stood and walked back towards the castle. Following close to her legs, Kanya strode alongside Kiriana, in perfect harmony with her movements.

From the way the maids looked at her with both surprise and shock, Kiriana gathered that they didn't know what to think of her as she walked in, barefoot and wet. 'At least I'm not dripping' she thought with a smirk. Leaving the maids and other staff to their fancies, Kiri made her way to the kitchens. Ignoring any idea of having a breakfast with any of the other royals. She wasn't feeling particularly friendly today though she had heard as she entered the castle that Alura and the vampire prince were back. Chewing delicately on a multigrain muffin in the kitchen, Kiriana waited patiently for the rest of the food that the chefs were cooking for her. 'Constantine will be happy to know that his sister is back' she thought to herself wondering if he was still asleep 'I wonder if my brother is back or not' finishing off the muffin, Kiriana was just in time as the chef set a large plate of food in front of her. Giving a quick word of thanks, Kiriana took to her meal quickly though her table manners remained unspoiled all the while.

*wow, I wrote a ton..... sweatdrop *

[Syphris]

Morning came fast, waking Aiera from his sleep. The darkness from underneath the bed was comforting, however, the light that blared from the edges irritated him to the point where he'd rather be bathed fully in the light instead of having a few slivers of light here and there. His eyes were fully open and a yawn escaped his mouth. Aiera began to sit up, the fact that he was underneath the bed vanishing though it was mentioned moments earlier in his mind. Because of his clueless-ness, Aiera involuntarily smacking his head hard on the bottom of the bed.

Aiera yelped rather loudly and cursed shortly afterward as he rubbed the now-tender spot above his right brow. Tears came to his eyes without intention and his kicked the bed shortly afterward in anger-another stupid move. His actions stopped when he noticed the blanket that had been placed over him, replays of last night running through his mind. Not once did he remember having a blanket but he shoved the contradictions to the back of his mind. Voices were just now reaching his ears, silencing him completely. If he hadn't been under the bed, he could have kicked himself or smacked his head against a wall for not noticing the voices sooner.

Aiera could easily pick out Verena's voice amongst the three voices; however, the other two were unfamiliar. Aiera refrained from exiting the bottom of the bed, but instead turned himself around as quietly as he could and edged towards the bottom edge so he could see what was going on with a lower chance of being spotted. Confusion spread across his face as he noticed the three.

The male reminded him very much so of Verena but he wasn't sure why. Yet, the auras of the two were completely different. Verena seemed to be on edge and the male seemed to be forcing a calm disposition. His eyes were immediately drawn the sword he carried and a chill ran down his spine when he noticed the dried up blood. Confusion was replaced with fear when he continued to stare long and hard at the weapon. He no longer paid much attention to the conversation but he finally took account of the second female. Nothing made her stand out too much but he still was weary, as always.

Aiera sighed and lowered to his stomach, resting his head on his folded arms. It seemed that it was going to take a while for the two to leave the room. If he was lucky, Verena would leave as well but she was better than all three of them. And so, he decided to wait and watch.

[Acid Allure]

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» And more than ever, I hope to never fall... «

→Mommy?
Oh if the boy hadn't obviously been in pain, Bianca would have hit him then and there for being a smart-a** when she was actually being helpful. Lord help her, she was actually feeling sorry for the boy... and that was the only reason she was caring for him in the first place, Right? Right. Staring at Tristan as he righted himself, Bianca stood, straightening herself properly before reaching to the side and taking hold of the plate the maid had just brought up. Rolling her eyes, she handed it to the elf. "Five minutes...ten, twenty. You take however long you like, but your food as well as the bath are getting cold and I'm not getting you any more." She kept her face of seriousness as long as she could before it turned to a tiny grin that gave the hint she was teasing him. Shrugging she wandered back to the other side of the bed and lay herself down on it, flat on her back and stretching out a bit. Hey, if she had to wait on the elf, she'd at least lie down for a bit longer before having to ride on a horse all day. Glancing over to him, she added, "Besides, we probably need to be going before I have to think up way to pay for another day here." Unthinking, her right hand wandered to her left, now empty, wrist as she thought about the bracelet she'd so willingly bargained off. And for what...? Well, so she could take care of that elven boy of course. In retrospect, now thinking a bit more clearly than last night... how easily she'd parted with it. That bracelet, yet another gift from her lost love, hadn't been taken off more than probably a select ten times since she'd received it, and she'd never, ever, thought she'd trade if off for something. And yet, that night, she hadn't given it a second thought when it came down to getting a place to stay for Tristan's sake. Staring at the elf, Bianca remembered she'd told the woman she'd send someone after the piece of jewelry, but... now she was wondering if she even should. If she'd parted with it so simply, maybe it was a sign to just let it go as she did the ribbon. Funny, it seemed, little by little... Tristan seemed to be ridding her of the things that tied her to Brayden. Sighing, she pushed the thought aside as her eyes lingered on him. Forcing a smile, Bianca forced a laugh to go right along with it. "I'm clear out of jewelry to give them... we'll have to trade off that sword of yours next if you don't hurry up."


» ...Come feed the rain. «

[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

Scott smiled, hearing the yelp from under the bed and holding back a laugh. So there is someone else in here. Why are they under the bed? Is she trying to hide someone? Looking up at Verena, he smiled, his frame shaking with silent laughter. ”Yes, maybe we should go. It’s been good seeing you, Verena.” Walking past her to the door, he leaned in, whispering, ”We need to talk later.” Waving as he opened the door, he slipped into the hall, still laughing silently at the person under the bed. Probably her fiancée. But why would she go to such lengths to hide him from me?” Looking down at Alura, he said, ”I should probably go to my room and wash up as well.” I need to get this damn sword off my waist... he thought, tired of the harsh metal bouncing against his thigh with every step he took. ”I’ll walk you to your room, though. Lead the way.” He smiled, slowing down and allowing Alura to step ahead of him.

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[Lollilox]

They say that chess -- is a lot like war.
Strategy is key -- if you want to win.
So darling,

『♱』T w i s t e d ◦ T r i s t a n 『♱』

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Not thinking twice about scoffing down the plate of food, Tristan ate like he hadn't in months. His stomach had been empty, and having a rather large appetite didn't quite help at all. In fact, he was so busy eating, he didn't even bother to respond to Bianca until his fork was back on an empty plate and she was talking about jewelry. Tristan blinked a few times. He didn't remember that..
Furrowing his eyebrows at her, Tristan tried to search his memory for anything of the sort, but came up, obviously empty-handed. He said nothing for a moment, wondering why Bianca had even done such a thing. If it were up to her, he'd probably be sleeping out on the street with the horses. And then, it occurred to him, that Bianca had actually done something kind for him.. and then, the massive cloud of guilt hung over him almost instantly. Pouting at that, Tristan felt vulnerable, so much that he had almost forgotten about the pain. However, he had remembered that as he tried to move, his muscles screaming as he stood. Giving a small groan, the elf prince gazed over at the girl lying on the bed. "There's probably some money on one of the horses, under the saddle." He gave a small shrug. There wasn't much else he could say. He could apologize for making her do something like that, but.. Tristan wasn't the type to apologize, and Bianca wasn't the type to forgive or let an apology sway her. Still, she didn't seem angry or displeased, and it worried him a little.
Clearing his throat, the elf prince headed for the bathroom, sooner than later finding himself stuck in a tiny space that was the size of a gravely undersized closet. "See you in a little." He said as he disappeared behind the door, quickly shedding his clothes and lowering himself carefully into the steaming tub, his aching body relaxing, his mind furiously at work, thinking of nothing but Bianca.

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Let's strategize.

[Lollilox]

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Blinking a little at the sudden sound that seemed to come from under the bed, Alura kept her mouth shut, her imagination roaming around silently. Perhaps, like Scott, Verena had chosen to hunt her meals. Was she keeping one under her bed just for a snack? Dreading the thought, Alura glanced over at Scott as he said something about going, and Alura was more than happy to oblige. She gave his sister a quick smile and another little curtsy before they left, the door closing behind them before they set off down the hall, Scott's words suddenly cutting her imagination off. "Hm?" a bit dazed, Alura put a faint smile on her lips, "oh, yes." She gave another smile and thought of the heaven that would be the shower she would plunge herself into.

Doing as Scott had requested, Alura lead the way to her room, finding the door relatively easily, but as she turned the knob, the handle stuck and wouldn't open, as if it was locked. Alura blinked a few times. "I think it's locked.." Her bewitching white-gold eyes stared at the shining handle, as if she was scolding it and telling it to open right that very instant.
Just then, a maid who had been coming out of a nearby room stopped by.
"My lady, your belongings have been moved into a shared room with your fiance. It is useless to try and open the door.. Your room should be just around the corner." The elderly woman smiled as she stared down at the child princess and then looked over at Scott. "My, what a fetching pair you two are.. well, I bid you a good afternoon, both of you."
Stalling for a moment, Alura watched as the maid toddled off, the basket of laundry in her arm making her heavy on one side more than the other. Had she just heard correctly..? She was to share a room with Scott?
Surely it was a mistake...

Alura stared over at him, her white-gold eyes expressing confusion and curiosity. "Did you hear anything about that before?"

[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

Scott stared at the maid as she walked away, his face a mix of confusion and concern. What? We have to share a room? He looked back down at Alura, trying his best to hide his emotions ,but failing horribly. How are we supposed to do that? I can’t be in such proximity to her all the time. What if I hurt her? I couldn’t... He shuddered, trying to push down the thought of what might happen should he get too hungry again. ”...this is the first I’ve heard of it,” he said slowly, his mind still processing what this all meant. ”I suppose we should go check out our room then.” He slowly walked around the corner that the maid had indicated, a rather looming wooden door seeming to be the center of attention. On it, a plaque with the words, “Princess Alura Reilly and Prince Scott Latchford” indicated that this was, indeed, their room. Reaching out with his free hand, he opened the door, pushing it in and peeking in slowly. The room was dark, all of the shades drawn to avoid any sun from getting in. Well that was considerate of them... he thought, stepping in slowly. He gripped Alura’s hand tight, glancing back to give her an awkward smile, and stepped fully into the room. The room was normal enough. Two dressers, a desk, a bedside table holding a small lamp. And... ...there’s only one bed. Reality hit Scott like a brick wall as he stood, paralyzed in the entrance of the room. Of course, you dolt. You’re engaged. They expect you to sleep in the same bed. Glancing down at Alura, he found it hard to gage her reaction without fully staring at her face, something he didn’t feel comfortable with doing right now.

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[Acid Allure]

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» And more than ever, I hope to never fall... «

→Not saying a word more, Bianca simply lay there and let Tristan enjoy his meal. Well, if he even could enjoy it considering the way he was practically inhaling it. Either way, Bianca let him be, closing her eyes again and resting, until she heard his voice filling the air, speaking of money and horses. Cracking open one eye, she looked to the elf and just nodded and said "Uh huh" as he dismissed himself to the bathroom. Sighing, she lay there, closing her eye back and resting for a little longer. But as she started to doze back off, Bibi decided she should get up and do something, for if she were to fall asleep again, it would just slow them down even more. Hesitantly, she pushed herself up off the bed, once again to the miserable position of standing when her body wanted nothing more than another nap. Pouting a bit, she ran her hands through her hair, pulling out a few tangles along the way and smoothing it a bit. Leaning over, Bianca retrieved the now empty dish and decided, if for nothing more than something to bide her time, she'd take it down and return it. To the door, through it, and down the hall, the princess walked slowly as if she had no purpose. Well, actually, she didn't really... she was just trying to find a way to pass the time as she waited on Tristan. Finding a maid along the way, Bianca handed over the plate before moving on. Nodding to a few of the other guests who were occupying the little front welcoming room, Bianca made her way outside and to the stable, curious to check on what Tristan said. Walking up to the pair of horses they'd... borrowed... Bianca was relieved to see they'd been fed and watered. Giving them each a pat, Bianca made her way to look, as Tristan said, under the saddle of his horse, and sure enough there was a bit, not much, but a bit of money lying there. Shrugging it away, Bianca decided to leave it put, should they end up in another situation, for some reason or another, and need it. But, at least now, she knew it was there...Would have been nice to know last night before I traded off my bracelet... Oh, Bianca just let that thing go... you need to anyway. Making a face, that would have been directed at her own self if it were possible, Bianca gave the horses another pat each before turning to take her leave. Walking back into the fresh air, Bianca stretched and looked to the sky. It was a beautiful blue with only a few white puffy clouds scattered about it, and the temperature was actually rather nice out. Quite a drastic change from the storms they'd been having since she'd arrived at the castle. Idly moving about, Bianca made her way to the set of a whole two steps that sat at the entrance to the in, and plopped herself down on the top one, bending and resting her head on her knees, wrapping her arms around the front of her legs as she sat to wait for the elf. Surely, even though she hadn't told him she was heading out, he'd be able to find her, not like she went that far.


» ...Come feed the rain. «

[Lollilox]

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Following Scott around the corner, Alura cast her eyes upon the shining plaque that bore their names so perfectly situated beside each other. Gawking at it a moment, Alura watched as he stepped into the room, her eyes searching in the darkness of the room. She supposed Scott would like it like that, so she said nothing and went in after him.
Now, Alura wasn't entirely sure she could spend her entire life living in the dark, especially when she was used to basking in the sun. The oracle princess sighed, cursing at herself in her mind for even thinking of being so selfish for that moment. She had vowed to herself to do everything and anything that Scott asked of her, and this was no exception. She'd.. just have to get used to being in the dark more often. Forcing a smile, Alura looked at Scott, noticing he had been staring at the bed. There was only one.

All of a sudden a pink blush caressed Alura's cheeks, her face obviously shocked. "Oh my.." Mentally, she kicked herself for letting that slip past her lips, but by then it already had, and she looked back at Scott. "Um.. well... I suppose, sooner or later we'd have to anyway.."

[Lollilox]

They say that chess -- is a lot like war.
Strategy is key -- if you want to win.
So darling,

『♱』T w i s t e d ◦ T r i s t a n 『♱』

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The minutes slowly melted away with the majority of the pain that had been tensing the elf's muscles. Relaxing completely, Tristan let himself slip beneath the gentle water of the bath, sinking all the way up to just under his nose. The fact that Bianca had even gone as far as to draw him a bath irritated him. For the life of him he couldn't figure out her reason for it. He knew she didn't like him, persay, and she wasn't a particularly kind person. In a way, she was like himself. Spoiled, he supposed.
But, when she had said she had traded a bracelet for the room for the night, Tristan was absolutely floored, and even now, in the bath, it was still on his mind.

Tristan let the breath out of his lungs through his mouth, blowing bubbles in the water, frustrated at not being able to read her actions. He prided himself in being proficient at reading people, but Bianca, well, she was something entirely different. He hated her 'holier than thou' attitude, but he seemed to be more and more infatuated with her each minute that passed. At first, he had thought it to be just a game, as if he were playing chess.. but instead, it had grown into something monstrous that was eating the old him alive. She, Bianca, his fiance, was making him fall hard for her.

Upset with that thought, Tristan let out another breath before he sat up and pulled the plug out of the bathtub, stepping out as the water drained. Feeling a bit better now, Tristan dressed, finding his way out of the room, seeing no trace of Bianca. Slightly worried now, Tristan placed his skilled hand on the hilt of the sword, walking warily out into the hall, and eventually out of the Inn, finding Bianca sitting happily beside the horses on the entrance steps. Sighing in relief, Tristan released his fingers from their death grip on his sword and looked over at her, crouching down in front of her. "You know, even with all the fun I'm having I think it's about time we go back to the castle." He smiled at her, his face kind for once. "Ready to go?"

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Let's strategize.

[Zyphrenda]

Verena Latchford

Verena winced when she heard the swearing under the bed. She sighed and let her arms fall to her sides shaking her head back and forth with defeat. When Scott said he wanted to talk to her later she just gave a dry chuckle and watched as they left. She put her ear to the door and waited for them to be far enough away so that they wouldn’t hear her. She looked over at the bed. “Nice going!” she snapped and looked under the bed where he was hiding. “Come out now, and why are you here again? This couldn’t be your room!” She scolded. She walked over to the bed then grabbed his arms and yanked him out from underneath and made him stand on his own. When he was standing she crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him. She was stronger than most, if not all, humans but even if she didn’t have the strength that she had she could pull him out easy for he was so small. He couldn’t be a royal could he? No of course not I would have known…right? she thought to herself as she looked him over. Then again she didn’t know anything about his family and neither did he know anything about hers. Aiera didn’t even know she was a vampire, but that was only because she didn’t want him to know for she was afraid he would have stopped likeing her if he knew.

Verena played with her ponytail as she waited for his explanation. She was afraid that maybe her fiancé would walk in on this which would be to hard to explain. She looked at Aiera her red eyes gleaming with annoyance but it soon turned soft and gentle. She still saw him as a friend no matter what happened and wished that it was just like before, but the more she thought about it they could never truly be the friends they used to be.

[Dodge Talon]

___Scott__Damian____Latchford_____

"You know, if I wasn't a devout atheist..."

”I... suppose so...” Scott muttered, suddenly very aware that he was holding her hand. Looking around for a distraction, he suddenly realized how dark it was in the room. He frowned, glancing down at Alura. It’s not fair... she shouldn’t have to live her entire life in the dark just cause it hurts me. Letting go of her hand, Scott trudged over to the dresser, searching through it for a moment before finally producing a long, black cloak. It was nothing special, just a simple cloak with a hood. Unstrapping his daggers and his sword and placing them on top of the dresser, he swung the cloak over himself, flipping the hood up over his head. He approached the window, stepping to the side of it and whipping open the drapes, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. He smiled at Alura, saying, ”That’s better.” He tucked his arm back under the cloak, wincing as the light seared across his hand. Dammit. I have to be more careful. He had, of course, heard the myths of vampires who stayed out in the sun too long, but didn’t believe a single one of them. Still... better safe than sorry. ”So... I guess you can take that shower now,” he suggested, wanting to wash the tantalizing blood from his sword. The smell wafted through the room, and he was itching for another drink, though he knew he would have to settle for the fake pill garbage he had seen his sister drinking before.

"...I'd be convinced that God hated me."

[The Spawn of Cookies]

Kiriana Swift
Elven Princess

Finishing her meal with Kanya, Kiriana felt fully satisfied when she left the kitchens. She would always boast of Great Woods food but eating in this castle was just as delightful. Smiling like the cat who walked beside her, Kiriana indulged herself in a slow tour of the castle. Walking along the halls to gaze at portraits and paintings that hung on the walls then meandering into the library for a peek at their selection. Feeling self conscious about her limited knowledge of the Oracle people, Kiriana picked up a book on them from there. Planning to read it in her spare time. If she was going to marry an Oracle she figured that she would be moving to his country and would need to know the politics of it as well as their form of government and history. In her mind she could not picture herself doing anything other than what she had been in her own country and politics was what she did.

Leaving the library with the decent sized book, she was thankful that the cover was a blank leather without any sort of markings to give away what it was. It would be useful when she left it around the room so Constantine hopefully wouldn't find out about her little research project. Halfway back to the room, she decided to take a little detour as she remembered Alura's safe return. If she was going to go back to the room she could at least bring her injured fiance word of his sister. He had been awfully worried about her, and Kiriana gathered that it might make up for her forgetting the situation until it had been too late to do anything. Turning off onto another direction, she was passed by a maid and got quick directions to Alura's and Scott's room. Memorizing them skillfully, she set off once more with a rather slow pace so she could continue to admire the paintings in the hall and constantly followed by the multicolored wild cat at her side.

[Acid Allure]

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» And more than ever, I hope to never fall... «

→Bianca nearly fell asleep once again as she sat, the sun warming her, waiting on Tristan, until the sound of footsteps caused her to return her consciousness to the scene at hand. Not until she heard the elf's voice did she move, but when she did she popped her head up to find herself looking at the boy crouched down in front of her, smiling gently as he asked if she were ready to go. Grinning back at him, Bianca nodded and stood herself up. "So this is your idea of fun now, then?" she teased, knowing good and well it couldn't very well be anyone's that was in their right mind... running off to rescue a kidnapped princess, pushing one's body til it ached so badly you almost couldn't move, stuck in some little random town in a tiny inn with stolen horses as your way home. Yeah, fun. Almost laughing at the thought, Bianca thought of something, and she ran back inside the inn, speaking over her shoulder to the elf as she moved, "One minute." Once back inside, she looked around until she found the little Tabitha woman. Calling her over, Bianca informed her that the pair would be leaving and "about that bracelet... I don't think I'll be sending anyone after it, actually. You can do what you like with it, it's sure to fetch a pretty penny for you and I can always get another..." Smiling kindly to the woman Bianca said a quick goodbye and made her exit, feeling a little like a weight was lifted as she left the little piece of jewelry behind. Making her way over to the horses once again, Bibi's eyes wandered to Tristan, and she found herself smiling for no real reason at all. Thinking to herself, wondering once again what it was about the elf that had a grasp on her, Bibi turned her attention to the animal next to her and climbed up onto her horse, quickly situating herself on it once again, bracing herself for the long ride home. Once she was ready, Bianca glanced to Tristan once again, nodding, signaling she was satisfied, "Whenever you're ready..."


» ...Come feed the rain. «

[X-Fragments_Of_Sorrow-X]

Constantine Davi Reilly

Every breath could be your last.

Constantine was lounging in his and Kiriana's shared room, there was much he could do at the moment. The pain had disappeared, until he moved, then it flared up. Constantine wanted to be working out, because it always helped him clear his mind, even for just a little while. A maid came in with a tray of food "A couple of us heard you were injured so we whipped you up something" the small blond maid explained as she brought the food to Constantine "Thank you, this is very thoughtful" he said kindly. The food was placed on his lap, then the maid bowed and left. Constantine was very grateful to the maids who though of him, he was starving. The handsome oracle dug into the lovely smelling food to find that it tasted just as good, it was delicious. Constantine found the food to begone before he was full "oh well it was good well it lasted" he spoke to himself before wiping his mouth with the napkin provided. Constantine brushed his hair away from his face, put the tray on the small table beside the bed, and then stood slowly. His limbs ached dully from not being stretched in a while, he paced the room for a good ten minutes, and then looked out the window. Constantine's back was now burning with pain, so he half laid, half sat, on the bed once more.

So enjoy them all to the maximum.