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 Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2008 8:10 pm
Astraea burst out laughing at his threat. "Are you suggesting you'd kill me? Highly unlikely. What honor comes from slaying a poor, blind damsel? And on top of that, who's to say that you'd be able to hurt me, even without my eyesight? I'm not as helpless as you'd think. Then again, my doubt might just be enough to provoke you to follow-through with that threat of yours. I remain skeptical."
Do you have a death wish? The accusation echoed dully in the back of her mind, like a nagging itch that was in dire need of scratching. It was something that only with great perserverance and pig-headedness could it be ignored.
Standing, a little unsteadily at first, Astraea reached around and pulled her spear out, leaning on the shaft. It would serve as a guide for now.
"My suggestion is that you stop moping around like some sort of outcast, because believe it or not, there's a community that misses you sorely, as much as Galaeron himself. It would be cruel to deprieve them of your delightful company any further."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 2:24 am
A bark of a laugh escaped Cyrith's lips. He couldn't believe what he had heard. "Honor? What honor does it have? None whatsoever, yet I don't care. I lost mine a loooong time ago. Go back to the village, and ask about what happened to an Elf by the name of Valerian Mysoothius. They still don't know how I did it.
"Anyways, after that little incident, I left so I wouldn't cause anyone any more trouble. After all, what good is it to have a man who could commit murder with no bat of an eyelash in a village where the kids look up to him? None at all."
He paused a bit before resuming. "I made a vow, anyways, after Galaeron died. I would set out and find redemption for what I had done. Didn't matter how long it took, or if it even killed me. I would find redemption. Then I reheard the legend of the Emerald Flame, or Fire, or whatever. The spirits of warriors, it is said to contain. If I could find it, I could most likely get forgiveness. And until recently, I had been happy on my own. Thanks. So very much."
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 8:52 pm
"Hey, you came back of your own volition. Or rather, your hawk's volition. I'm surprised. I wouldn't much want to help someone who shot me with an arrow with the intentions of eating me. Ah well, bygones I suppose. At any rate, whether you believe it or not, you have a large stick rammed up your a** and it would do you much good to remove it. But what do I know?" Astraea shrugged at her own rhetorical question.
Experimenting with her spear, Astraea angled it out before her, a yard in advance of her projected steps, and felt the terrain. Her ears picked up on the distinct crunch of tiny pebbles and her arm dropped slightly as the spear shaft found a pot hole. Her heightened senses combined with the "sight" aid would prove efficient enough for simple walking. Navigating in a specific direction and hunting would prove much more difficult.
"You wouldn't happen to have any extra provisions, would you?" she asked innocently, turning to where she had last heard the mortal's voice. "Because talking about hunting your bird reminded me... I'm still hungry."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 7:54 am
Cyrith pulled out his small bag, and looked inside. He was actually surprised to see some food in there, but the smell was horrible. He couldn't remember the last time he had looked in there. He quickly emptied it somewhere it would be a danger to him later. "Nope. I always lived off the land. But, as an Elf, you should have some empathy to the land. Unless those pointy ears are fake."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 12:44 pm
"What pointy ears?" she countered, tugging at her own, perfectly-rounded mortal ears. Figuring it would lead to more queries, she saved his breath by adding, "I'm not fully elven. Quite a shame, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:18 pm
"A half-breed, huh? Dad or mom on the Elven side?" Then he thought about the second part. "How is it a shame not to be fully Elven? I'm not Elven, and I'm perfectly fine. Haven't died. Haven't made anyone completely crazy, yet. Although I'm certainly trying."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:27 pm
"And you're failing miserably," Astraea replied brightly. "So how's your hawk?" she asked, changing the subject. She was pretty sure that his curiousity hadn't been peaked enough to pursue the matter any further. "Is he faring alright? I do have some paste that encourages clotting and healing of minor, light wounds. If it's shallow enough, he can use some now."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:37 pm
Cyrith frowned, and thought about the offer. While someone might jump at the offer, only Cyrith knew Slash really well. "No. Unfortunately, he has to deal with it as it is. He's already almost died because someone else used a cream on him. I'm not taking the chance."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 1:53 pm
Astraea nodded in understanding. "Fair enough. Let me know if you change your mind. I won't have moved very much."
Utilizing the spear, she proceeded several steps forward without incident. Unfortunately, she had not taken into calculation that they were in a forest, and obstacles not only came from the ground, but from the sky. Whack, right into a low-hanging tree branch. Today is not a good day, she thought bitterly, catching herself awkwardly.
With face full of embarrassment, Astraea righted herself, and proceeded forward a couple more steps, this time checking down and up before moving forward.
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 2:04 pm
Cyrith frowned as he watched the girl make a fool of herself. Then he frowned a bit, but that disappeared as a grin replaced it. Walking over to her, he grabbed her, and threw her over his shoulder. "Hmm. I wonder what the guys in the village would say about this? 'Oh, my Goddess. Cyrith actually found a girl. Happy day.' Bah. Stupid morons. Think I will stay single my entire life."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 6:04 pm
"Yes, I think they're correct in that assumption," Astraea muttered, feeling like a dumb sack of potatoes. Anything that would level him would be used, and not necessarily as directed. "Although, I hear being a hermit isn't so bad. A nice drippy cave and you're all set."
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Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2008 9:58 pm
Cyrith roughly "readjusted" the girl on his shoulder (read as jumped a bit) to make him feel a bit better. "Shut up, you. I really don't need to hear you saying anything of the sort. Just drop the conversation and let me have my own crazy conversement with myself. Thank you, don't call back."
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Posted: Wed Feb 20, 2008 7:21 pm
Astraea found herself laughing into his back at his indignation. So the man had some pride afterall. That came as a surprise. Lifting her upper body up by use of her core, Astraea torqued herself toward him for better audio. "Why? Because it's true?" she tormented, her grin widening.
"Ah, and if it's not too much trouble, could you put me down so I can walk? Having my head down has increased the blood flow. Not that you care, but my head needs to be upright."
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2008 11:48 pm
With an "okay," he dropped her on her butt. Then continued walking, using his voice as a beacon for her to use. "That better for you? Cause I could think of some places I would have preferred to drop you off at. Or preferably on."
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2008 5:41 pm
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?" she growled sourly, standing up. She felt like a fawn getting on its twiggy legs for the first time--which really bothered her. But at least the pulsating in her head slowed, as did the light tickle just below the makeshift bandage.
Shush, shush, shush, one half of her nagged. If you're not careful, you'll offend him in an inexcusable way.
Good, replied the other half.
No, it is not good. At present, he is being tolerant and helping you. Respect that he--
He's beguiled by my irresistible charm. I have that 'mortal seduction' trait from my mother.
Gah! Why do you have to be so, so...
Awesome?
No! Vulgar! Just drop the jokes and be a good little half-breed, savvy?
Astraea sighed at having lost a debate with herself. Perhaps she had hit her head on that branch harder than previously thought. Or maybe it was the blood loss. Or possibly a combination. Whatever the reason she was suffering from such neurotic symptoms, it was clear to her that the more logical combatant had had some sense. Following the sound of the mortal's voice, she wondered if he had ever had an argument with himself... in such a literal sense.
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