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 Posted: Thu Dec 19, 2013 5:55 am
Adraste stood with her back against a tree. It has been a day since she left Th’ardron and her mind still stayed with the scenes she observed in the market. Those damn Imperials. Thinking they can stare at young women in such an inappropriate manner. A cool breeze ruffled some fallen leaves and she kicked at a rock letting it bounce across the road. She was supposed to meet the cargo a few minutes ago, but they were running late and she was irritated. If she had to be honest with herself, she knew she had been feeling aggravated since delivering the jewel at a Th’ardron. She had seen her mother and sister the first time since her third birthday. A shiver went down her spine and she tried to suppress the memories. Those were memories from a happier time in her life. “Mama!” The laughter of a lean, blonde toddler echoed as she run towards her mother. It seemed a natural thing, but a nearer inspection would show the other young ones scattering, seeming afraid of her sudden approach. Around her ankle glistened a thin string of beads with the golden head of a lion. Her mother caught her, spinning her once then lowered her to the ground. She was two and the mother’s bulging belly was making the action more and more difficult. The golden toddler touched the growing life and whispered something close to her mother’s womb.Adraste blinked twice and the memories were stored once more, deep in her subconscious mind. She pushed her thoughts back to the job ahead; escorting a valuable cargo on its last two days on its way to Faerang. It was only on Warren’s insistence that she took the job and left Th’ardron as abruptly as she did. She wanted nothing more than to introduce herself to her sister. And what? Watch her squirm and turn from you in fear. She does not know you and no-one expects her to ever even know of you. You would do well to focus on the job at hand. Adraste pushed her from the tree and stood in the road. It seemed as though the cargo was running late. She pulled a pendant from a golden chain around her neck. It enlarged in her hand and she brought it to her golden-brown eyes. The mane of the golden mask became alive as it touched her face and was pulled into Adraste’s own golden hair. It shifted until in the place of the young woman stood a proud and strong lioness. She was big even by Faerang elite’s standards and a roar ripped from her throat. A hunt would calm my nerves and sooth the burning in my chest.
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Posted: Tue Dec 24, 2013 5:24 am
"Faerangites," Caroline complained. "Such a heavy burden to bear. Honestly, why would they send a lovely lady like me to help that scum? Why do we have to ally them anyway? The tribes are as useless as their loot." A wooden-carved pan-flute whistled through the air and landed some ways away, nestled into the fallen pine needles and forest dirt. "I hate doing their dirty work - especially when they notify me at the last minute." She hauled herself onto the cart that dragged Faerang's payment for their services.
"At least we have jobs, and we get paid," a dark-haired man answered. He wore the Imperial guard uniform and sat with the reigns in his hands, ready to drive away. "You arrived quite speedily, my lady."
"Oh, such, Carter. I have my ways. Let's just get this over and done with."
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Posted: Thu Dec 26, 2013 3:14 pm
Adraste stilled for a moment and smelled the air. The wind direction had changed and she could smell company. Finally. She made her way back to the road and started to shift back. Slowly the golden fur melted into smooth skin. It started with her legs, gradually morphing from clawed paws into elegant feet and hands. When she emerged from the tree line she was human once more. One could clearly sense the annoyance eminating from her as she came to a stand still behind the cart. The two companions where not yet aware of her and she used the precious seconds to study them. The female had an air of entitlement that irritated Adraste even further. She was about to make her presence known when a carved piece of wood caught her eye. It was a pan-flute that looked oddly familiar. Adraste turned it over and appreciated the craftmenship. Artistic nature was not really encouraged in Faerang, but it had never stopped her from enjoying various art forms and even accumulating some skill in a few instruments and drawing. She was mocked for it, but she did not care. I have never cared what others think of me. Keeping hold of the instrument, Adraste launced herself onto the cart. "Good day. I would have thought that if there was one city who had a sense of punctuality it would have been Eridell. But then again, one should never have such high hopes of Imperialists. Their greatest priority is wealth and their greatest prowess is hosting fancy dinner parties."
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Posted: Sun Dec 29, 2013 4:03 am
"Which is much more than we can say about the likes of you - sacrificing all that gold to a pretentious god. But, we're not here to start a war, my dear lady, we are here to deliver and honour an agreement. Shall we quit the chitchat and get going?" Caroline nodded at the man and he got the cart moving.
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Suddenly, Adraste was in a meadow, brightly coloured with fine green grass dotted with yellow and white dandelions. If she walked on, she would reach a valley of weeping willows, swaying with a hypnotic pulse that seemed to breathe through every living being. She caught a glimpse of two girls and a book. The black leather bundle of pages seemed to draw her in, reeling her in with an incredible hunger for power. Before she could reach it, both of the girls touched the book simultaneously and she was thrown into another scene: one of war and ferocious slaughter - more horrific than anything she has every seen. The girls from before were at either side of her, along with a good number of others. She recognized the redhead for some reason, but the others all sported new faces.
"We can't let them win," the redhead panted as another wave of maskless monsters stormed upon them.
Just as they were going to bite their faces off, Adraste was pulled from the vision and returned to the real world.
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Posted: Mon Dec 30, 2013 8:25 am
Adraste shivered as the last remnants of the vision dissolved. She was relieved to be consumed with reality once more. Then her usual annoyance crept back into her body. She stared at the other woman and bit down on her tongue. All she could think of was ways to rip of the "lady's" face. I wonder how she will shift if she has no face to put a mask to. I need a way to subdue this uncalled for rivalry. She pushed herself back in time to find a happy memory. Because it was not a spontaneous memory she had more difficulty accessing it, but finally she succeeded. *** A young girl,near the age of two, hops on flat stones in a shallow stream. Her foot slips and she falls. Light laughter escapes her as her green dress cligs to her wet legs. A crimson trail mixes with the water and streaked down her right calf. Skin was broken at her knee. Not a single tear escapes from her eyes as she sets off to her home. The real reason was the girl's happy heart. She had a sister born to her yesteday night and to Adraste she was the most beautiful, fragile thing in the world. She felt fiercely protective and vowed to be big and strong for the little redhead baby.
She bursts into the carefully weaved structure that was her home, startling all te young women in the room. Many of them views the child with distrust, but they try really hard to disguise it as being startled. Her mother smiles at her and stretches out her arms, the newborn asleep in her lap. Adraste hops to her mother and enjoys a careful hug then seats herself next to her and watch the baby's gentle breathing. The women begin to sing and the melody is filled with promise of love. Adraste is pulled close to her mother's side and she close her eyes to take in the full effect of the women's song.*** Adraste sighed and put on a mask of indifference. The whole business was tiresome. The girl's insult about Faerang's beliefs was not the reason for Adraste's anger. She knew that much. Adraste believed in nothing but one's own will, but why then was she feeling angry more than usual. The irritation was like a festering sore. It only grew in it's destructive power. She tried another tactic. Direct these feelings to someone who deserved them then. Warren. It is by his orders that she was on this cart and it is his fault she had to leave before seeing her mother. She ignored the imperials and thought back on the vision. Chaos... A massacre
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2014 3:57 am
Adraste could feel they were near to Faerang, as the air grew substantially hotter and the atmosphere seemed strained. She gathered her thoughts and shoved away the uneasiness they had inspired. She tucked the pan-flute into the leather sack she had fixed to her back, a keepsake. Ignoring the Imperials she stood on the cart and stretched. Faerang’s borders were heavily guarded, but she moved over them with ease. It might have had something to do with her connections to the Alpha, but she has fought herself a reputation here in the tribe. To them she was known simply as Angrboda, a bringer of sorrow. Her eyes flashed gold at the thought of Warren. He had the right to order her as he wished, but it did nothing for her dislike in his person. Her thoughts went back to the market in Th’ardrod. This was the first sighting of her mother in such close proximity in eighteen years. Then there was the matter of her sister. She had watched the young girl move around so happy and carefree it had inspired a moment of jealous rage. The emotion was fleeting, but left a taste of self-hatred in Adraste. She would not have let me leave if she had a choice. Her thoughts moved on the male called Ryan. He inspired both curiosity and mistrust. Adraste did not like the liberties he took with the females that surrounded him. She could sense movement in the surrounding forests and knew that the border patrols had Faerang surrounded. They were protected from all sides. One could not go unnoticed through the forest, neither the mountain range. A little time elapsed and Adraste looked at her surroundings with new interest. About three miles, then I will finally be relieved from this revolting company. She surveyed from her elevated position and reassured by her survey, jumped to the ground. The proximity of these people was agitating her now and she preferred walking anyway. Pushing her memories and feelings to the back of her mind she focused on her position instead. With a renewed interest she focused on keeping track of people in the close vicinity.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2014 6:36 am
Faerang was at peace for the time being. It's people were mostly either busying themselves with work, lazying about or at home, preparing dinner. Caroline, Adraste and their cart of gold entered through the border without much trouble. Adraste was severely respected. When they neared the border, the guards gave her one look and, upon recognising her, gave way to allow them to pass.
Warren, the king of Faerang, was awaiting them in the village square. "My child," he greeted her warmly and stroked her hair like a father. He then gave Caroline and her male companion a cold sneer. "Please see to it that our guests find their way out." He loaded the crate of gold onto his shoulder as though it was nothing heavier than his usual training weights and walked off with it to lock it in a vault for safekeeping.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 4:28 am
Adraste accepted the display of affection with a small smile that played upon her lips so small and fleeting that it could have gone unnoticed. She turned back to Caroline. Please see to it that our guests find their way out. Her eyes shone its melted golden as she motioned for them to turn around. She walked behind the cart for a few metres and watched them intently as they passed the guards. Satisfied that she did what could be expected of her, she turned and walked to her home. The moderate sized house was situated on Warren’s land, but far enough from them to ensure the privacy Adraste wanted. She strolled lazily into a small seating area, sat down and opened her bag. From the pocket of her leather jacket she produced a gold coin, which she placed on the table in front of her seat. Remembering her antics as a child she smiled slowly, emptying her bag on the table and picking up a pomegranate she had bought from the As’ardens in Th’ardrod. She cracked it open, smiling as the hard surface broke and some of the ruby pits fell on the table’s surface. Her eyes settled on the pan flute and her thoughts returned to her red-headed sister. Her smile vanished and she sighed. With a mouth full of little pockets of pomegranate juice, she packed away her new items and filled a bath. The salts she added to the water started to fill the room with a relaxing aroma and after undressing she rolled her muscles for a minute, reflecting on her last few days. Finally she lowered herself into the water and submerged herself once. Closing her eyes she let her mind turn blank, listening to the rhythmic thud of her heart against the golden pendant on her chest.
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 7:41 am
By sheer luck, the guard that was stationed between the river and Faerang was already dozing off. She helped him on, singing a lullaby at a low frequency, barely audible. It did the trick and she slipped through the border and into the village. The people were merry. Even the occasional brawl seemed to be but a game. This made her cheerful. She skipped into a pub and asked the barkeep if he had seen an odd-looking pair. He said no, giving the reason that he refused to be in the company with the likes of her. Her mood faded and she exited the pub, wandering into a narrow alley just beside it. The buildings were simple and bright from the clay they used to build them with, but the town layout was impressive and confusing.
"Hey, little mouse. Are you looking for something?" She turned around to meet two Faerangites dressed in ruddy uniforms, mid-thirties, one male and one female, towering over her.
"No, sir. Nothing," she stammered without thinking.
"Then, how about having a cup of tea with us," the woman suggested.
"No, thank you. I'm in a hurry." Lavender attempted to escape, but their positions confined her movement.
"She is really a little mouse," the man mused with delight.
"Yes," his friend spoke softly. "How old are you? Why are you so far away from home?"
"Please, let me go," she pleaded, nervous, and tried toward an exit once again.
"You scared her, it's because of your mustache, mate," the woman chuckled, elbowing her companion.
"I think she's cute when she's scared," he answered and reached out to brush Lavender's cheek.
After her bath Adraste dressed in her leather outfit and boots and set off for a drink. She was in an unholy foul mood – the relaxing salts having only lulled her for a short while. Her hair was still damp, falling down her back in a thick column, as she made her way towards her favourite pub, deciding on a whim to cut through the alley beside it. When she turned the corner she walked a few feet and paused, taking in the peculiar scene playing out in the alley. A second passed when she recognised at least one of the alley’s occupants. Eyes burning, a soft reverberation started to in her throat.
Lavender pulled away. "Please, sir, ma'am." Her tone of voice was now bold and strict. She opened her mouth to speak again, but the woman grabbed a hold of her arm, gripping it so tightly that it made her cringe, and whispered in a dangerous and urgent tone. "What is your business here, As'arden?"
"I don't have to answer to you," Lavender tried to shake her off, but failed. They laughed.
"But you will."
"We're just passing through, let go of me!"
“What is going on here?” Adraste come closer, her face had returned to its usual indifferent state, but her voice retained its growling edge. Her eyes took in the grip on Lavender’s arm and she bit down hard to refrain from sinking her teeth into the woman’s neck.
"This little rat is sneaking about in our streets. She'll infect all of us!" The woman snapped around and held the girl in front of her as though she was a body shield. The man only leisurely leaned against the wall. "If you want her," he said. "You'll have to trade for her, princess."
A laugh escaped from her lips, “The way you react to her… so paranoid. I do believe you have already grown weak of mind.” She paused for a moment, relishing in the anger the word princess ignited in her. “And if you insist on mocking me, I might be more inclined to take her… that is if I want her.”
Lavender looked up at her, then at the woman who held her. "Weak of mind, eh?" the latter snarled. Lavender took the distraction to yank away her arm and make a run for it. She rushed past the golden-haired lady and into the street at the other side. "She'll wreck us havoc, and then what will you say?" the woman spit in Adraste's direction and they gave chase, fueled by their fury that she had managed to free herself.
“Why do they always run,” Adraste said with a sigh, but she too turned on her heel and followed after the group. She did not exert herself, because she could track them very easily by their scent, but she kept close enough to ensure nothing bad goes down without her being near them. Why did she run? I am sure she has never been in these parts.
Lavender scaled a wall and rolled herself onto the roof of a building. They stared up at her. The woman was about to pull herself up when her companion stopped her. "I'm bored with this one." She looked at him with raised eyebrows. "It's not worth the trouble," he said, soothing her anger. "Besides, Warren were to - "
"Yeah, yeah." She dropped down next to him and they walked back, being careful not to be seen by Adraste as to admit their defeat to her. Lavender had not stop running until she found a tower-like structure nearby and hid behind it, clamping her hand over her mouth to hush her breathing.
Adraste followed Lavender’s scent, for a fleeting moment she had to remind herself that she wasn’t hunting, only tracking. Her boots cracked on the ground as she came to a stop in front of the church’s bell tower. Well, this wasn’t the way I imagined our first meeting. She walked slowly in Lavender’s direction, but spoke to ensure that the girl could recognise her voice. “They’re not following you anymore. You can come out.” She crossed her arms in front of her chest, a small smile of victory on her lips.
The red-head emerged from around the corner. Her hand slowly dropped from her mouth to her chest, as if to calm her heart and keep it in place, and her dark brown eyes were large with fear. They softened, gradually. "Thank you," she said, approaching her cautiously. There was something about her that made her feel safe and almost happy, but she was wary of this, too.
((Worked out via PM with Antoinette Tolken.))
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Posted: Thu May 01, 2014 9:23 am
Timid, Adraste thought. She stared at her intently for a second. Now… how to approach this matter? She looked at the sky for a second then returned to stare at Lavender. “Don’t mention it. I’m Angrboda and you are Lavender, right?” "Angrboda," she copied to try the pronunciation in her own mouth. "I am Lavender, yes." She looked at her and blinked, curious. "It is good to finally meet you,” a genuine smile tucked at the corners of her mouth. “But I have to ask what the daughter of the one and only Oonagh is doing in Faerang? Especially since it seems that she is alone.” "You know my mother?" Her smile had put Lavender at perfect ease. "I'm traveling with some friends up North and we were just passing through, hoping to fill up on the way." “One should perhaps say that I know of her,” an emotion passed over her face, but vanished before it even fully appeared. “And these friends, they are Faerangites?” "No, they are Imperials. I met them at the Th'ardrodian market the other day." “Oh, so you are travelling alone with people you met the other day?” Her tone conveyed she was more amused than annoyed. Imperials, she thought and gave an unladylike snort. “I think it was mildly presumptuous to think that people here would help you ‘fill up’ on your way.” She thought on it for a few seconds, “I guess for the right amount of coins they would have tolerated helping you out.” "Well," she admitted. "I wasn't aware that our relations were so severed..." Angrboda tilted her head to the side, “Proclaimed relations are much different from the individual’s conduct. But enough of that… You are on an adventure.” She smiled, “I am quite the adventurer myself, but then I am neither important nor interesting.” "Oh, I highly doubt that," she beamed. "Would you like to join us?" Angrboda thought about it for a while. This was her little sister, travelling with people she barely knew on a road Angrboda thought very dangerous. Well, she does not know me either. At least I could protect her if I’m near her. “Like I said, I’m quite the adventurer. So on that note I’d be happy to accompany you.” Lavender clasped her hands together in delight. She stood like this for a moment, smiling like a child, and then resulted to something that resembled pouting. "I lost them." Angrboda smiled, “Are they coming this way? Because I don’t think one can pass through Faerang unnoticed.” She turned around and began heading the way she came. Lav followed. "I didn't enter Faerang with them." “You must have thought it wise to separate from them?” "I've made a mistake and caused some trouble between them, so I thought it best to travel on my own for a while..." She looked up at her and then went on to explain. "I'm a minstrel. My emotions caused some tension before, in Th'ardrod, so I didn't want it to happen again." She realised that what had happened was a much bigger mess than she had thought it would be. “I guess one cannot control everything, but I do believe you’ll get better in controlling it. Much like many people here learn to control their rage.” Lavender nodded. A moment of silence passed between them. "May I ask a question?" She looked at her curiously, “You may, but I cannot promise that I will answer it.” "How do you know Oonagh?" For a second Angrboda thought about lying, but if she wanted to be trusted she had to invest in honesty. There was a moment of silence between them and Angrboda stopped. A seriousness entered her voice, “I don’t know if you are ready to hear it from anyone except Oonagh.” She seemed utterly confused. "At least tell me, is it a bad or a good thing?" “I guess it would depend on how you felt about matters of family.” "Family matters are always pleasant," she smiled in memory of As'arden and how it was such a safe haven compared to the rest of the world. Angrboda sighed, “It might surprise you, but I lived in As’arden once, in fact I was born there… Oonagh is my mother.” Lavender froze and stared. A million questions and arguments rushed through her mind. After a moment, she lit up and crashed into Adraste, hugging her and trembling slightly with quiet laughter or sobs. "I have a sister." Everything else seemed irrelevant at that point in time. Angrboda froze in that moment. No-one had gotten this close to her in years and she was shocked by the sudden display of affection. She stood with her arms limp by her sides. Gradually the feeling returned to her arms and she gently hugged her back, a silly smile on her face. [Worked out via PM with m i s s Rieux]
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Posted: Sat May 24, 2014 8:38 am
“Look here,” Angrboda gently pried Lavender’s arms from her waist. “I have to take you to Warren. I don’t like the idea of letting other people know you’re here, but we’ll have a lot more trouble if I don’t.”
Lavender nodded. The sun was well on its way down, casting the buildings in a golden glow. Warren was in his study when a servant called for him. "Angrboda's here?" His eyes widened in what could have been concern either for her sanity or for the harmony of his home. He rushed toward the foyer and opened the door. "Angrboda," he greeted her with a serious manner and invited the pair in. "Who's your friend?"
Angrboda nodded, "Warren. This here is my sister. She is travelling and thought of passing through Faerang."
"Your sister?" He perked an eyebrow at the redheaded lass. "What's your name, little one?" She was prey - he knew that from the moment she walked into his house.
"Lavender, sir." She curtsied as though born Imperial.
"Have you, by any chance, have two Imperial companions?"
"Yes..."
"Oh, well, then. That makes sense. Thank you for finding her, Angrboda." He offered a smile and beckoned them to follow. He escorted them to the room where Stacia and Leo were held.
Angrboda watched Warren's actions carefully, positioning her slightly between him and Lavender. One never could truly know exactly how a Faerangite would react. She felt relieved that her companions were here and followed Warren in silence.
Warren looked at them for a moment before opening the door to let them in. Lavender's face brightened when she saw Stacia, forgetting what had gone amiss between them. After ushering the sisters inside, Warren addressed them all.
"The festival will start soon. Angrboda, do you have any preperations to contribute to?"
Angrboda stared at him for a moment with indifference. "No, I do not believe I have been asked to help." He knew very well she wouldn't have been asked by any individual in Faerang.
He nodded in confirmation to his own assumptions. "You will be called on when it's time." With this, he left.
Angrboda eyed the two Imperials with obvious disgust and suspicion. Turning from them she sat down at the table and watched her sister instead.
Lavender looked at them as though she was not physically in the room. "Oh!" She come to. "Stacia, Leo, this is my sister, Angrboda."
Stacia stood, awkwardly examining her shoes and simply nodded, embarrassed that she and Leo were found arguing. Leo glared after Angrboda. "A pleasure to meet you," he said coldly. He turned back to Stacia. "This isn't over," he promised, crossing the room to lean on the window sill.
Lavender looked at them all, feeling awkward, but turned to Stacia as though she was going to hug her. SHe wanted to, but was too afraid she would push her away, so decided against it. "How do you find Faerang so far?" She seemed rather pleasant about the topic, despite her experiences since entering the city.
"I hate it," Stacia said angrily, "Why do I have to have an escort?"
"Because you're troublesome," Leo answered promptly.
"I am *not* troublesome! *You* are... hiding in people's bags and spying on them..."
Furious, Leo turned around. "Well who's the one wandering off with a random Faerangite man and kissing him?!"
"I didn't kiss him," she shouted at him, "He was the one that kissed me! And anyway, *you're* the one who kissed Lavender!"
"I *told* you I was sorry," he shouted back, "How many times do I have to say that? I couldn't control it!"
The two lapsed into angry silence once more.
Lavender fell silent and backed up to stand against a nearby wall. She didn't meet their eyes. This was not the type of light she wanted her sister to see her in. Stacia wanted to throw something at Leo, to make him hurt. Instead she sat on the floor, crossing her arms. She didn't know whose fault it was - Leo's or Lav's - but she wanted to be angry for the hurt she felt. She settled for staring at the floor, trying not to allow the tears to come forth. After a moment, Lavender dared, "There's a festival tonight. That could be fun?" She smiled at the both of them, trying to cheer them up without the use of music or other arts.
Stacia sighed. "I guess so." She still didn't look up, but was very aware of exactly where Leo was - and the fact that he said nothing. His silence was loud, palpable.
Lavender took a seat next to her sister and snatched two apples. "Apple?" she asked Stacia, beckoning one toward her. "I didn't know Faerang grew apples. These are pretty fresh and have grown ripe on the tree." They must have been placed there recently, as though they were expected.
Once sure she would not cry, she stood, walking forward slowly. She took the apple with a grateful half-smile and raised it to her lips. She didn't bite; instead, she looked to Leo, still looking out the window, shoulders hunched. Quietly, she approached him, placing the apple next to his hand on the window sill. She backed away a couple of steps, watching. He didn't take it. She looked at her shoes again, sadly.
Lavender watched them. She, who was Stacia, really cared about him even though she seemed to be cold sometimes. Lavender smiled at this realisation. "Angrboda? What is this festival about?"
Stacia ignored the conversation, letting it fade to background noise. She took a deep breath and approached Leo once more. "Aren't you hungry," she asked quietly.
"No."
She hesitated. "I'm sorry I yelled. You just... you really piss me off," she told him with a small laugh. He said nothing. "I don't want to be mad anymore, Tannim. Leo." He turned around, stunned that she used that name.
"I swear to you, I never meant to kiss her. I really couldn't control it," he insisted quietly. She held up a hand to silence him. "I don't want to know about it. I don't want to even think about it. Okay?"
He nodded. "Okay. I can do that." After a moment, he asked, "Do you like him?"
"Who?"
"That guy you were with."
Stacia shrugged. "He's nice."
"And attractive," he guessed. Stacia's face reddened with blush. He sighed, his fears confirmed. "At least you're willing to speak to me again. That's enough for now."
((Worked out via PM with Genrin619 and Antoinette Tolken.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 12:12 am
"Yes, I know I am, but I have a wife." Warren stood in the doorway, smoothing a hand over his freshly cut mane and grinning sheepishly. He wore dark jeans. Draped over this bare, toned torso, was a thin material wrap that made him seem somewhat like the ancient monks that one would read of in fairytales. "Right, everyone ready, then? No? Hurry up! Five minutes. I'll lead you into the ceremony." He spoke rapidly and was out before anyone could reply.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2014 12:27 am
Stacia grabbed Tannim by the arm and shoved him toward the door. "You've not watching me undress," he snapped at him in a whisper when he opened his mouth to protest. "I'm going to be your husband," he countered quietly with a sly grin. "We'll see about that. Out." She gave him another shove and closed the door in his face with a snap.
Truthfully, she didn't feel like going to a festival. She didn't even feel like being around Lav. Not after what happened. Get over it, she told herself, It happened and you can't change it. Unconsciously, she pulled her bag even closer to her, running her hand over the large rectangular shape that was the book. She hazarded a glance at Lavender from the corner of her eye. She'll never touch you, she promised the book. A vague voice rose in the back of her mind, wondering why she was so attached to the book. She ignored it, burying it deep within herself. The book was hers. That was all that mattered.
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