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 Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:48 pm
He pulled off one of his gloves and held it out to her in permission. It was ancient blade...one with a bloodier path than most...it looked to be made of polished ebony.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:04 am
She smiled brightly, bowing her head respectfully. "Thank you." she said softly, gently handling the weapon as if it were something delicate. Now able to touch it, she brought it so close to her face, there was hardly more than an inch away from her nose. It was clear that this weapon had been well used. It was nearly two minutes before she put it to rest again. Looking up to him with a smile, she bowed her head to him again gratefully. "Excellent weapon, sir." she said sweetly. For some reason, she did not feel it would be right for her to move from his side quite, looking up to him with great curiosity still. The quiet ones, she felt, always held the most interesting stories and secrets. This may have been due to her first experiences of talking with Feldspar, as she did not honor very many people with the sound of her voice.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:10 am
After a few moments he took the weapon by the hilt with his other still gloved hand. The weapons moved flawlessly in his grasp, like it was a piece of himself. He brought his unprotected hand to the blade's edge, from there he pressed and drug his hand over the edge, cutting his hand to draw blood. He then smeared the blood across the face of the weapon, it seemed to have been absorbed by the sword in a matter of seconds.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:21 am
She gasped softly, wishing he would not hurt himself but it was too late. The scent of blood met her nose and her ears dropped noticeably as she looked between the weapon and him. "Your sword absorbs blood?" she asked, pausing before asking; "Does it absorb the power of others?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:30 am
She was closer to the sword's real power than she knew. He covered his wounded hand with his glove, slipping it back on. His only response to her was a stone face. The sword is indeed very powerful, as most ancient relics are...
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 12:36 am
She looked to him with a soft expression. Finally she stood gracefully again bobbing her head. "I require fresh air and rest. I will walk home. Good night to you both." she said with quiet cheer, gliding out of the room.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 4:03 am
Ashe noticed the voices of people but made no move twords them. What a waste of missing out on a good book. Staying in her seat she continued reading smiling at times and frowning at others. It was really an over dramatic book... But it was good none the less."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 7:12 pm
The man returned to continue his book
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 7:31 pm
Without relising it Ashe had fallen into a light sleep. The simpelest of movements would wake her as she rested in the comfy old chair.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:10 pm
The man closed his book with a snap, the sound echoing through the library.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:21 pm
Jerking awake at the echoing sound her chair tipped over at the suddent weight shift causeing her to let out a sqeal fallowed by a load crash as several books feel ontop of her a load groan answering the snapping echo.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:24 pm
He tossed the book on a table nearby and went to make his way out, coming upon a woman in disarray. He assumed she was the source of the squeal a moment ago. The silver haired man and over and offered his hand down to her.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:27 pm
Shifting enough for a few books to fall off of her Ashe sat up only then noticing the man offering her a hand up. Staring at him a momment she place her hand in his "O umm thank you."
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:33 pm
His hand closed over her's. The leather of his glove felt quite soft and smooth. He pulled her up rather easily. He only gently smiled to her from one side of his mouth.
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Posted: Fri Sep 26, 2008 8:37 pm
Once again standing she looked down at her clothing sighing to find it covered in dust useing her free hand she dusted herself off a bit before looking up at him blushing at the smile and figuring he must think of her as clutzy. "Thank you again my names Ashe."
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