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 Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 11:29 am
This is a private RP between Storei (Eiry) and NeonMace (Ethiriel and Leo)
Time: Early December, late in the evening
Place: Eiry's library
Weather: Chilly and clear
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Posted: Fri Dec 20, 2013 11:34 am
It was a bit late – later than intended, but they hadn’t realized by just how much. The sun was still up, painting the sky lovely shades of orange and pink while the blue hue behind them became darker. Part of that was contributed by the time change; it was getting dark earlier than they were used to, and as always once they would start getting used to it, the time would change back again.
It meant little to Ethiriel how light or dark it was outside, though the chilly air the accompanied the setting of the sun was never something she enjoyed. It wasn’t as cold as it had been, but the poor girl still required bundling up when going outside. Her branches were required to be covered in thick coats to keep the biting cold from coursing through her silver skeletal system – the same with the crown atop her head. The changing weather took its toll on her, her soul a bit weak from the cold. She was ‘out of season,’ and with the silver within her being so conductive it only made things worse.
”We’ll be out of the cold soon,” Leo promised, his hands finding their way to Ethiriel’s shoulders as he helped her out of the car. ”It’s not a long walk to the library from here.”
The Frei nodded, appearing a bit sluggish and tired beneath her layers. ”It is quite all right, Leonard,” she cooed, or at least attempted to. A lady was never to complain out of line, even if it was invited by their company. However, Ethiriel didn’t need to complain about the weather as it was obvious – given the last winter together the photographer had come to learn from her voice and body language when things were off. Keeping an apartment at a decent temperature was one thing, but you couldn’t control the weather. Still, the man was silently apologetic as he led the tea Frei into the opened doors of the library.
There was no one at the desk so the man took the opportunity to lead Ethiriel through the thin walkways between shelves, his fingers lightly gliding over the spines of books that seemed interesting. Ethiriel was silent, listening over talking, and without sight books meant little for her. She was, however, excited that perhaps Leo would read to her, let her learn some stories that these books held. She could smell something a bit strange but for now she only considered it part of the musk these old pages held, though it was a bit different. She enjoyed each scent they all carried, and perhaps her guardian would let her feel the pages, herself. Right now, as he searched, Ethiriel allowed Leo to go at his own pace.
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 2:48 pm
Late was a common occurrence for Eiry. Late described his every night at the library, working until past the clock had tolled his bell. He didn't get paid overtime, but boy did he rack up the hours. It was very hard for him to leave the library, even with the promise of Isi's companionship at home, or the friendship of his personal library. Glancing up, Eiry's eyes passed over the clock face pasted onto the wall. There was still a little while until closing time so, by Eiry's watch, it wasn't that late at all. Actually, it was quite early.
With his red rimmed glasses pushed up his nose and ponderous purse of the brow, he stared at some catalogs trying to figure out just who was late in returning their books and how he should correspond with them. Some had phone numbers and some had addresses, so conceivably, he could both call and write to those who needed to pay a fee, but...Eiry's eyes drifted over to the dusty phone, it's coiled chord curled up around it's base like the tail of a sleeping dragon. Eiry really hated using the phone. Swallowing the frown of fear from his face, he looked suddenly towards the door where two people entered, crouched over themselves from the cold. Latecomers. Eiry didn't mind.
Picking himself up from the desk, Eiry peered over the tall library desk edge to see just who had come through. From all accounts, from their perspective, it wouldn't look like there was anyone behind the desk, not with Eiry bent over the papers. He wasn't surprised that they hadn't noticed him. It was a man and his ward, a ward...
...without legs!
Eiry's eyes widened upon seeing the other frei, a raevan whom he had not yet the pleasure to meet. He had been terrible with meeting any of the new raevans as of late. He was a terrible recluse. Swallowing past a sudden lump in his throat, (What was that? Nervousness? Why ever would he feel nervous?) Eiry lifted his voice, but then he stopped. He couldn't speak like he used to, his wounds from the summer's hell a constant weight on his usual amiable nature. Instead of welcoming them outright, he decided it would be best to greet them one at a time. Lifting from the desk quietly and moving throughout the shadows of the library, Eiry noticed that the two of them had separated, with the raevan drifting along the shelves nearby. First, he would go to her, he reasoned. Perhaps he would be better speaking with one of his own kind than a guardian. He did notice something about her, though. She seemed lost, and it wasn't like she was actually looking at any books. Eiry furrowed his brow and drifted up behind her, the soft crackle of his burning wings announcing his presence. He cleared his throat behind her, and tapped his knuckle to his chin.
"Is there anything in particular you're looking for, miss?" Eiry asked, trying to speak as plainly as possible. It was something that he was practicing as of late, instead of using his flowery dialect.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:27 pm
Before the crackling of his wings had even been heard, it was Eiry’s scent that made Ethiriel aware. Cool and crisp, he carried a very similar scent to her own and immediately the female Frei was drawn to it. Without a sense of direction, she merely lifted her chin upon his approach, her hands gliding across the wooden shelves and book spines in anticipation. She felt no nervousness, no anxiety as she waited; instead, a small smile curled at her lips once he finally announced his presence.
A simple question, though one she hadn’t expected.
”I was enjoying the atmosphere; the scent these books carry is wonderfully intoxicating,” she cooed, her voice light and almost dreamy as she closed her milky eyes. While she couldn’t quite find him in the darkness of the room around them, Ethiriel turned in Eiry’s general direction, a hand still carefully placed along the shelves. She offered a bow with one hand daintily rested on her silver belt. ”You are one like me, it is a pleasure. I am Ethiriel.”
Lifting herself out of her bow, she opened her eyes again to drift along his general shape. His wings were the most visible thing on him, aside from his rune, and it gave a point of interest so that her eyes weren’t drifting hopelessly. ”May I ask as to what you are?” she inquired before falling silent once more.
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