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 Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 6:54 pm
xìn niǎn shì zài lí míng qián de hēn ànzhōng néng gǎn dào guāng míng de niǎo  Lydia nodded her head polietly and headed to the front. She quickly looked around to see if there were any new customers, but everyone seemed content. So she went back to the kitchen to find something to do. She walked in and saw her sister in the midst of baking a Karidopita, a walnut cake. At the moment she was trying, with much difficulty, to crack the walnuts.
Lydia walked over and asked with an amused smile, "Need some help?" Her sister looked up with an irritated face. "Please." Then she shoved the walnuts over to her older sister. "Busy day we're having, isn't it Lydia?"
With plenty of interesting customers Lydia thought to herself. "It's been that way a lot, recently. Who is the cake for?"
"The Leva family. They are celebrating their daughter's engagement. She will be married in the spring, doesn't that sound wonderful? And ..." Lydia nodded her head, but she was only partially paying attention, as her thoughts drifted elsewhere. Faith is the bird that feels the light
and sings when the dawn is still dark
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Posted: Fri May 21, 2010 11:40 pm
Melina leans back in her chair sipping at her drink. She looks about the place at people coming and going. Wondering if she’ll be able to find work in this town. Let alone a place for the night that she can afford. Sighing finishes off her drink and sets the empty mug upon the table.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 2:26 pm
 "So, does it meet your expectations?" she asked sarcastically, munching on the wedge of cheese from the door way. Like she was really going to let them move it without her here. Mercy moved from the door way to the statue, waiting for his answer.
{next post will be longer}
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 9:33 pm
 Surprised by her sudden entry he looked up. What had been an approving smile turned into a gruding nod. "It'll do." "Now about this other horse..." he moved to the edge of the warehouse, checking left and right to make sure no one was near enough to hear them. The commotion going on a few yards away seemed to be distracting a majority of the patrons, it looked like a slave auction. In a conspiratol tone, he turned to her. "It is a jewel of a find, and I'd rather word didn't get out about it. I will pay you double to sculpt it, if you keep yer yap shut."
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 5:49 am
 A hooded figure walks into the tavern, a hunched form and dark skin visible from beneath the shadows. Dark eyes flitted around before settling on the recently deserted back table. With purposeful movements, the figure moved to the corner, the massive girth under the hood managing to hit almost every patron unfortunate enough to be seated along the way.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 2:10 pm
"Glad to know it meets your expectations" She replied, also grudgingly. As much as she wanted to be sarcastic, caustic even, to this man, she needed the pay check. Still eating the cheese and bread from the inn, she watched as he moved around. What was he so paranoid about.
"Well, if its such a jewel, why are we still waiting here?" She asked, barely able to keep her temper out of her voice. Keep her yap shut? Had she ever let anything about her clients slip. It was almost enough for her to refuse the commission all together. Yet again though, she did need the money
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 2:35 pm
Nodding, he stepped out of the warehouse, waving a dismissive hand at her to follow before locking it closed behind him. He would return later with a stable hand to help him move the large statue to the praeter's land. Leading her to the praeter's estate, he remained silent and edgy. Instead of entering the structure for the stables themselves or the house he veered right towards the ocean. "Now this mare," he said, finally appearing at ease now that they were alone, "I want the statue without the chains on it." Making his way down the rocks, he turned to a hidden cove and ducked in, puffing his chest out with pride at the creature desperately trying to escape its shackled imprisonment to the shore. 
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 11:51 am
A slight chill rushes down Melina's back, she looks up at the door to see or what has just walked in. Mutters under her breath, while very intently staring at her empty mug. "Here comes trouble..." After working in taverns enough it's pretty easy to always spot trouble. Watching the hooded figure from out of the corner of her eye, moving towards the table where she had just bought the lovely lady a drink.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:25 pm
Mercy moved after the man, gingerly stepping down into the cove. "Thats....not a normal horse...." She said, pulling back slightly. It was the tail that got her first, she had definitely never a mer horse before, except in art work. So great was her shock at this, that she didn't even notice the chains until he mentioned them.
Her eyes traveled from the chains to its face, which resembled that of a normal horse. It's eyes were wary and frightened. It looked as though it was in pain.
"How could you do such a thing?" Mercy asked vehemently. It was obviously alive, and these were no conditions for a living, breathing creature.
She took a step forward, momentarily forgetting about the double pay, about the continued patron-ship, and pushed the man with all her might. It would hopefully be enough to push him backward and momentarily stun him. If her luck held, she might be able pull the chains enough that the creature could wiggle out of them. Dashing forward, that was exactly what she tried to do, tugging with all her might.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:38 pm
Sensing the intentions of this newcomer, the horse reared forward, putting the full strength of its large form behind it. The chains made a sickening screech before breaking from the rocks. Thrilled at being freed, the creature dove headfirst into the waters, spiralling and leaping. Enraged at this turn of events, the stable master began spitting insults at the sculptor. His face was a ruddy red by the time he ran out of oxygen and gasped for more, saliva flying. The only distinguishable words he managed to scream were "You're fired!"
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 3:48 pm
"Shove it in yer arse, I never liked working for you anyway you pompous pig!" She yelled back, the adrenaline keeping standing even after the display. The man may yell, but that was all he could do to her. She'd already been paid for the other sculpture, she had the money she'd come for, though no extra, and she'd helped something amazing. The sight of the creature diving into the sea had been glorious, the sheer power behind its movements had been breath taking. It had been well worth the trip up here.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 4:03 pm
With a gutteral yell the man stormed from the cave, furious. Climbing his way back up the rocks he made a beeline for the tavern. There was no way he could go back to work while he was this fired up, he needed something to take the edge off. That damned sculptor had just loosed the prized horse of his collection, and he'd only just captured it after years of effort! Throwing open the doors to the tavern he threw a plebian out of his way, going to the bar and pounding his fist on the counter angrily. "Ale, now," he growled. In the corner of the tavern, tucked in the shadow of the room and his hood the newcomer looked around at the people of the tavern, seeming more at ease. However, the chair beneath him was not. With a last desperate groan the wood cracked under the weight, splinters shooting out everywhere as the visitor was dumped squarely on the floor among them. Mortified, the hooded figure made a rush for the door.
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Posted: Wed May 26, 2010 11:54 pm
Melina watches as the hooded shadow falls from they're chair. Only thinking I don't care if they are trouble or anything that is something that is never a good thing to have happen. She gets up, heading in that direction to make sure they're alright. Reaching them she puts her hands out. "Are you al..." Is all she was able to get out has the hooded figure had rushed by her heading for the door.
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Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 8:59 am
In the scramble to escape, the figure failed to heed the presence of both patrons and furniture alike. A mess of fallen and broken chairs and patrons trailed after the hasty retreat. Ducking into a nearby ally, heavy breathing was audible beneath the hood. Hunching forward so that the hood better hid the form beneath, the man moved reluctantly back out into the busy streets of the city.
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Posted: Sat May 29, 2010 8:30 pm
xìn niǎn shì zài lí míng qián de hēn ànzhōng néng gǎn dào guāng míng de niǎo As Lydia was smashing the walnuts, she saw a man stormed into the tavern right up to the bar. She gave her sister a sheepish look and pushed the walnuts towards her sister. "Mom told me to wait tables today. I better go, someone looks angry."
Before she even made it out of the kitchen, the man smashed a fist on the bar. "Ale now!"
Great. Someone's going to be a joy to be around in under an hour. But for a taven, it was nothing unusual. Lydia put on her cheeriest smile and went out to greet him. "Right away sir." She quickly ducked into the kitchen and poured him two glasses. She walked back out and set them in front of the man. Then a loud sound of something breaking echoed across the inn's tavern. Looking around, she noticed the nice lady with pale hair had a worried look on her face. All of a sudden, she stood up and walked hurriedly to the back of the inn. Against her better nature, Lydia followed her.
What used to be chair lay in splinters on the floor. A hooded figure was clumsily shoving his way out to the back entrance, knocking over furniture and upsetting customers as he went. The pale-haired woman looked worried and started to say “Are you al-“ but was interrupted as the man – Lydia assumed it was a man – shoved past. Lydia’s temper began to flare. She turned to the woman. “Are you okay, Miss … ? Faith is the bird that feels the light
and sings when the dawn is still dark
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