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 Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 2:36 pm
Ichil nodded and grinned at the mention of avoidance. She would rather like it too, not that it worried her to gain others' disapproval. It was just a bit annoying to be judged every fourteen seconds by someone who had memorized her name purely out of necessity. When Shalvesta gave her nervous rambling, though, Ichil couldn't help but laugh delightedly.
"Well, you never know what people will say," she shrugged, "I've heard it more than once, not that any of it's true. I haven't met a man to catch my eye yet, not that it'll matter in the long run if my parents have any say." It was a miracle she hadn't been married off yet. Perhaps no men came asking... maybe none would take the offer. It was good, all the same!
"Shall we, then? I know a few of these men by name. I'm sure one would be glad to keep an eye on us, not that a soldier would take advantage. Of course, these are generally inebriated soldier by this point." She was smiling, though, happy at the idea that she would have a friend to explore with, a noblewoman even! Her sisters were such sticks in the mud...
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Posted: Thu May 15, 2014 9:21 pm
Hoo boy, did Shal understand THAT. She nodded sympathetically, taking a last drink from the glass Ichil had gotten her, setting the empty vessel on the surface of the table, and instead setting her hands back against her lap. While Shal wanted to say she'd be glad to never marry again, she also knew that she would soon grow lonely if left by herself. But that didn't mean she was in any rush to find someone.
When Ichil suggested enlisting one of the noblemen to go with them, Shal blinked then looked around the room, uncertain. To her, these men weren't much better than the soldiers. She doubted that one would try to lift a finger against either lady, but she didn't trust them either.
But Ichil was right - if they approached any nobleman here, he'd feel honorbound to escort them, lest they get into trouble. It invited some room for gossip, since they wouldn't be sneaking away silently, but it was a small price to pay for assured safety.
Shalvesta mused about this, but looked up when she noticed Ichil smiling, offering a small, but genuine smile of her own in return. Ichil seemed like a very smart and kind woman so far - and while part of Shal was waiting for the other boot to drop, she also found herself rather excited to have a female friend, after what felt like forever. "Who would you suggest, Ichil??" She asked, curiously, leaning a little closer and turning her eyes over the room in wonder. Which of these men would Ichil possibly choose to escort them?
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Posted: Fri May 16, 2014 9:28 am
"Oh, probably Bal'ar. He's one of my father's men, a good family friend. He's known me since I was a baby. He's no nobleman, though." Oh my, it seemed that Ichil hadn't planned to ask a nobleman at all! She was sure there were at least a few among them would be curious or adventurous enough to try to mix with the soldiers, but they were smart about it. They kept their mouths shut. Actual soldiers, though, some of them could be well trusted. Her father broke his usual pattern of befriending only noblemen when it came to his soldiers. There was a brotherhood there that Ichil thought she would never get to experience.
With that, the young woman stood and offered her arm to Shalvesta in a loop. She seemed rather calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside she was thrumming with excitement. Soldiers told the best stories, the ones the nobles avoided except in the quietest gossip. "Or we could simply seek out a group of female soldiers, of course."
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2014 2:05 pm
...Ah. While Shalvesta didn't trust many soldiers at all, if Ichil could speak for the man - then... she should trust in her new friend's judgement. The girl blushed in realization of her assumption, an amused smile rising onto her lips, accompanied by a nervous, but amused laugh. "I think I've been around the nobility too long." She admitted with a guilty expression. She stood, and after hesitating Shalvesta looped her arm with Ichil's and caught herself smiling, a bit broadly, in excitement.
Unlike Ichil it wasn't about going out to see the soldiers - it was about making a new friend. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken to someone her age - someone who didn't just talk to curry favor with her in laws, or someone she was told sharply to get to know. And it still was strange to her that Ichil had sought her out in the first place, but she felt incredibly thankful for it.
"I think -- I think your man, Bal'ar, would be a great addition to our excursion." Shalvesta said, lowering her voice and tilting her head closer to Ichil's with a small conspiratorial smile. "Bringing a nobleman would be fun to... to see how red they turn at the soldiers' stories. But I don't think... I don't think they'd be much company otherwise." Shalvesta lowered her voice, and looked around as if unsure she should be saying something like this, but the giddy humor on her face made it clear she was trying to have fun, despite her nervousness.grasshopper pie Sorry, was trying to focus on commissions for a day or two!! Sorry for the wait!!
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2014 12:24 pm
Ichil gave a delighted laugh and shook her head.
"No, I don't imagine so. Still, I'd like to try it some day! Who knows, the poor fool might be pushed to fainting with the stories these men tell!" She truly envied the soldiers their permission to hold loose lips. They would share conquests and battle stories as well as their own personal, sometimes inappropriate business. It was always in good humor and always fun, even if Ichil did not quite agree with the content of said business. Should she open up to her noble "friends" about the depth of her soul, certainly they would all turn away... except, perhaps, for Shalvesta. Time would tell.
As they crossed deeper into the fairgrounds, the mood of the settlement changed. Now there was laughter and singing, the thrum of music. It was so much more alive than the cold bodies wandering around the noble tent. It did not take long to spot Bal'ar, as tall as he was and with his penchant for standing to tell his elaborate stories. Ichil grinned when she spotted him and pointed. Bal'ar was a man with long, braided hair and a close-cropped beard, armed at the wrists with an elaborate pair of custom gauntlets. Around him sat other, higher-ranking soldiers as well as their fair share of prentices. Eyes turned to them as they approached, and Ichil waved happily. Bal'ar paused in the middle of a grand sweeping gesture to see them. His expression was not particularly pleased. Ichil was unmoved.
"This is Shalvesta! She's a friend." With that she swept up beside Bal'ar and he continued, now wrapping an arm around the girl as if in protection. Ichil still held Shalvesta's hand, imagining she may not have been the most comfortable.
"As I was saying. He struck out toward Altier with his great sword, and I sneaked up behind him, quiet as a mouse as the beasts toppled their numbers, and I pressed my thumbs into his eyes--"
Ichil winced. Oh boy, here they went again.
"He squealed like a woman and abandoned his sword, clasping his face, and ran screaming into the battlefield! I never saw him again!"
A few laughed appreciatively, but some were still watching Ichil and Shalvesta nervously.
"Why didn't you just knock him out?" Ichil asked. While she wasn't too fond of stories of grievous injury, she knew that it took insertion to make the men more easy around her. So she took part.
"Well, I... ah."
"Mm, I thought as much."
A few more voices laughed, and Ichil gave a smart glance before she took Shalvesta's hand, leading her down to sit upon a pair of raised stones.
The subject of the conversation had suddenly changed, a younger man's voice rising up, beginning with, "when I was younger, my mother kept an old, blind radaku. The beast was dumb, couldn't see a damn thing, and its teeth all worn down through the years. So this one time..." A more humorous story for sure. Ichil turned to her friend and offered a smile.
"They're really not so bad. Like nobles without the social restriction. Besides, some aren't so bad to look at, are they? More rugged than our fancy lads."
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2014 1:25 am
As the other woman laughed, Shalvesta found a fond, happy smile settling on her face. "Mmhm- and I'd be glad for someone who gained more incredulous looks than myself, for once." She said with a soft giggle. If someone that embarrassing came with them, then it would take the pressure off of them, right?
As the two women walked along, arms linked, Shalvesta slowly drew closer to her taller, more regal friend, looking around at the soldiers, finding herself more nervous than she wanted to admit. But as they walked, though they did gain a few odd looks, none of the soldiers looked like they wanted to raise themselves. Some already had women with them - camp followers, no doubt, who had come to the battlefield to make money as companions to the soldiers. She tugged her eyes away as she spotted a woman sitting in one man's lap giggling away, embarrassed but nonetheless rather intrigued by the sight. It was DEFINITELY a new atmosphere, out here.
Shalvesta's attention was finally yanked back up when Ichil drew a hand away and pointed - and Shal followed the finger to spot the man, softening in relief that they'd gotten to his side without any incident. The two ladies stood beside the man as he continued with his story, Shalvesta leaning closer to Ichil, gratefully, at the protective arm. As if remembering that she should offer that same luxury, Shalvesta let her own arm settle around Ichil's waist, peeking at the woman out of the corner of her eyes, before listening to Bal'ar's tale.
Sure enough, the description of the man bragging about popping a man's eyes made Shalvesta's own widen a fraction, then jumped just a bit when Ichil spoke. Among men! In her household, such a thing would not have been tolerated, and Shalvesta's breath froze in her lungs, not wanting to see her new friend punished, as she surely would be. But instead a few men laughed, and Bal'ar looked a bit chagrined at her quiet scolding, but still amused. What had just happened?? The younger woman followed the tug of Ichil's arms to sit on the raised stones, but she looked at Ichil uncertainly, then to the group of men, waiting for the other boot to drop as the men continued their stories.
Instead Ichil spoke again, and it took a moment for Shalvesta's mind to overcome her confused relief, and latch on to what she was saying. She wanted to ask why Ichil had taken such a risk in speaking out during Bal'ar's story, but she supposed that Ichil must have been confident that the soldier wouldn't strike her for interrupting, and in retrospect the smart comment had been rather funny, after the gruesome nature of the story.
But as Ichil complimented these rugged men, Shalvesta finally recovered and hid a laugh behind one hand, casting a subtle look around with that same restrained, but half mischievous nervousness. "I was... a bit galled at the topic, but I think I'd prefer this to someone prevailing upon the worth of an expensive vase or family heirloom." Shal ducked her head then, blushing just a bit, "Mm, more rugged to be sure. I quite like it." Goodness, was that bad to say? But she really did prefer the variation in styles and looks to the men in court, who all wore their hair in the latest styles - she preferred the smell of the fire and Oban bodies to the drowning scents of perfume from the party.
"You must have known Bal'ar a long time, for him to let you speak." She finally pointed out, squeezing Ichil's hand worriedly.grasshopper pie I am trashhhh. I'm so so sorry I took way too long on this post!!
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 8:53 am
Ichil was not surprised to see Shalvesta shocked. Really, it would have been better if they had broached the usual humorous, somewhat inappropriate topics that more often graced pleasant conversation. So soon after a battle, though, there was sure to be blood and gore. It was unfortunate. Bal'ar and his ego would allow for nothing else. When the subject changed, the girl relaxed further and so too did Ichil. Maybe Shalvesta could be convinced of the benefits to common folk.
A wide grin spread across the prentice's face as Shalvesta admitted her admiration. Ah, she would be a good friend. Ichil could tell. While they may have not entirely agreed; Ichil much prefered a man of muscle and honor to a gossiping waif on all occasions, perhaps a product of her own father's manner, it was nice to know that at least someone could appreciate sitting by the fireside and listening to stories.
"I have known him some time, I wouldn't suggest interrupting an officer, admittedly," Ichil nodded, "but the young ones, they'll be nervous around nobility if you don't act... well. A little less than noble. No need to throw your dignity away, of course, but having a friend on the inside helps. Out here, you can create yourself an equal. You can interject whenever you so choose. There are women fighting out here amongst the men too, you know. I dare say they may rank above us, in the grand scheme of things." She gladly gave Shalvesta's hard and reassuring squeeze and turned to face her, a playful smile at her lips.
"Don't look now, but methinks you have an admirer..."
A young man by the edge of the fire kept glancing their way, eyes flicking back to the storyteller when Ichil caught him. She was not so desirable herself, she thought. Rebellion was rarely attractive. Shalvesta, however, was young and pretty. Maybe some friendly gossip could keep her mind off of her late husband? She surely had been much younger than him, what a travesty!
Scarlett Arbuckle No worries! Feel free to take over the admirer if you'd like. Also, I totally think they have to go dance at some point. :V Ichil and Shalvesta, I mean.
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:20 am
Maybe, as she grew older, Shalvesta would learn to appreciate the sight of a strong man - but so soon off the heels of her first marriage, and with it still hanging over her in a way, she didn't really have an eye for romance right now, least of all with a man as they still frightened her, though she wouldn't want to admit it out loud. Friendship, though, was something she had so little of that she would scoop it up as greedily as a babe.
So Shalvesta was quite relieved to hear that her new found friend indeed knew what she was doing, and seemed quite aware of the risks of speaking aloud - although to be fair, Shalvesta found herself starry eyed and impressed by Ichil's strength and wit, now looking at her with a dazzled smile and open admiration. Shalvesta only hoped it wasn't a case of female soldiers having won the right to speak among these men, and it wasn't an assumption that the two were making. But if it was, Shalvesta thought, then someone would have readily corrected Ichil before - so she was willing to put her trust in her friend's word.
Smiling, Shalvesta let out a relieved sigh and squeezed Ichil's hand back a bit shyly, laughing softly. "I doubt I'd have anything to add to the conversation but... but I think I'll try, if I see the chance." She conceded.
But then Ichil was fixing her with a strange look, and smiling at her playfully again - Shalvesta half expected her to come up with some mischief to tend to, and perked up. But when she spoke of an admirer, Shalvesta's eyebrows rose instead, slightly turning her head to look. Sure enough, a young soldier kept looking at them. But was it truly an admirer, or someone who was startled by the two ladies settled around the fire?
Normally it would be enough to set Shalvesta on edge, to have a man looking at them so curiously. But as long as she wasn't left alone by her friend, Shalvesta felt like she could brave anything. "Hmm? Me?" She asked instead, laughing weakly and tapping the top of Ichil's hand with her own, smiling fondly at the other woman. "I don't think that's the case. But oh, dear Ichil, what would my husband say?" She asked conspiratorially, hiding a guilty laugh behind one hand.
Surely, if the admirer was an admirer and not simply curious about the two women at camp, then he must be looking at Ichil, even if he had no intention of approaching. She was so lovely, Shalvesta thought, and her rebellion was such a breath of fresh air to Shalvesta that she was rather star struck with the other noblewoman. Playfully, she slapped Ichil's wrist with a teasing smile. "Quit looking, you'll scare the poor boy, you cruel thing."grasshopper pie I say this is a beautiful and amazing idea and it needs to happen mrgreen
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Posted: Mon Jun 02, 2014 9:38 am
"I don't think your husband has to know, does he? Unless you decide to take to his lap, I don't imagine he'd have any say in the matter anyway." Of course, he was also presumed dead. That would put a hamper on his opinion. Shalvesta seemed to prefer speaking of him as if he were still alive, though, and so if that were the case she would certainly stop teasing her about boys. She had never been married herself, and her father worried that she never would. Ichil was more than content to enjoy the exciting single life for as it lasted.
So there they sat, the both of them thinking this boy was peering at the other or else sorely uncomfortable with their presence. "There's nothing wrong with a little intimidation!" she said softly, following up with a little laugh.
As the storyteller finished his yarn about a brave old radaku, another piped up with a tale of brave battle against more able beasts. Ichil doubted its validity, but so too would the men listening. It didn't really matter if the story was true or not, as long as it kept your mind off of upcoming battles or riled you up for them. Her own interest had waned somewhat, not to any fault of the men. Nearby a great band had been struck up. A solder beat a drum while two young women strummed some stringed instrument and played a gay flute. Soldiers were rising from their places to dance, some with the fair maidens who kept the men entertained and others with their beloved. A single couple stuck out to Ichil a moment, a man and woman in soldiers' garb twirling with one another. Did they battle side-by-side when the enemy came? If one were to fall... Well. Certainly nobody else enjoyed this brief respite more than those with everything to lose. Ichil smiled at the idea and took Shalvesta's hand as she stood.
"Come on," she urged, giving a playful tug.
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Posted: Sat Jun 07, 2014 1:32 am
Leave it to Ichil to say something with such an undertone, yet in such a classy manner. Shalvesta's cheeks tinged a bit, but she found herself laughing rather heartily, shaking her head at the suggestion. When the other woman continued, Shalvesta thought her words were well said, and nodded her head, patting her hand over Ichil's as if to assure her she agreed, wholeheartedly. "If he can't ... meet the gaze of someone he admires, the issue solves itself." She agreed, lowering her voice despite the conviction of her words. She only wanted to share them with Ichil, after all.
Even Shalvesta, unused to such tales from soldiers, could see that the stories had lost some of their raunchiness and, as such, their excitement for the other soldiers. She wondered idly if the men had toned down the content due to their presence, but for once couldn't make herself care about it, not when Ichil seemed unconcerned. Ichil's attention, it seemed, had been stolen by a nearby fire where music had been struck up - loud and energetic, but somehow clicking into place solidly among the faces, bright with drink and firelight in the glow after battle.
From fires away, a few of the soldiers swayed and clapped their hands to the beat, and for once... the crowd didn't scare Shalvesta. No one even spared her and Ichil a glance anymore - too wound up in their drinks and dancing, as they were. It was like a target painted on her back suddenly dropped away, and she could let herself smile and be energized by the music. So when Ichil tugged her by the hand to stand, and urged her to go towards the music, Shalvesta smiled brightly in response and followed, feeling giddy and somewhat drunk, despite not having had a single drop to drink. The admirer from before was forgotten, and instead she watched the couples dancing.
Shalvesta didn't know the dances they did - there didn't seem to be any sort of courtly steps to follow, though they were organized in some way. They reminded her of lively ditties back home when she was a child, though more mature and, by extension, intriguing and with the exciting thrill of the taboo, even if it was simply a fire-side dance among soldiers. "Should we dance??" She asked, raising her voice to be heard over the deep thumping of the drum, and lively music and cacophony of laughs and voices they were being swallowed up by.
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Posted: Sun Jun 08, 2014 7:57 pm
Ichil nodded gently and offered a slight nod before standing.
"Quite." She wasn't so fond of the gentle men, not that gentlemen were to be ignored, but confidence was attractive amongst common courtesy. Of course, nobility had plenty of that, but the pride of the wealthy was a bit too much for her taste. In moments she was up and tugging at Shalvesta, however, their previous conversation a mere memory. There was a brief pause while her friend caught a glance of the scenery.
The men were being careful, even she would admit that. While she wasn't all that fond of gore and smut herself, it was a bit disheartening to see their manner change so. These were new men, though. Ones unused to Ichil's unruly attitude. It was all the same. What a shame they couldn't have been amongst the common folk in their own territory! The normalcy was comforting out in the streets of Oba. Here, though... here it was just starting to get interesting.
Rather than offer words, Ichil simply tugged Shalvesta into the thick of it and gave a rich laugh. There were no steps to learn or postures to uphold, only the music and the bodies that moved to its sway. She cried out one and turned, hands high in the air. Although her grace has not left her, there was some new feral energy in the way she moved. She did not move to join a man or meld with a group, however, preferring to twirl her shirts and jump with her new friend, one she never thought she could possibly find amongst the noble blood of her father's court.
Back and away, Bal'ar's eyes followed the girls. He sighed and shook his head.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 11:33 pm
What?!! Right into the dancing?? Shalvesta stumbled a bit as she was pulled, but quickly righted herself, her eyes shifting around the crowd uncomfortably. But she relaxed as she realized no one could care less about the two girls, not here - in this throng of dancing and energetic laughter. Her own uncertainty was washed away when her eyes turned back to her friend, who had dropped Shal's hand, and was now dancing, her body becoming a conduit for the wild energy of the dance, her motions graceful and natural, the smooth cloth of her skirts lifted by assured fingers, the thick rich cloth swaying with each sway of her hips.
The momentum twirled her skirts, only adding more wild energy to Ichil's dancing - and Shalvesta could do little to resist the allure of her invitation. Shalvesta was not a graceful creature, like her friend was, nor did she have skirts to shift that accentuated her hips, as they did Ichil's. Instead she held her hands aloft, taking a moment to cast her mind for the wild dances of her childhood, then danced - a subtle sway of her hips, with motion translated instead to her hands and feet. She smiled, brightly, and for once released her pent up energy, letting the steady thumping of the drum and rhythm of instruments energize her.
Knowing that Ichil's family friend, Bal'ar, was nearby in case anything happened - for the first time in a long time Shalvesta just let herself let loose and enjoy herself, even if it was in something as simple as dancing.grasshopper pie I'm sorry I keep making you wait so long @@;
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Posted: Tue Jul 22, 2014 9:31 pm
It was not as if Ichil hadn't noticed Shalvesta's initial hesitation. So she was less rebellious or else less confident, both things that the young woman would not hold against her new friend. Instead she chose to work against it, to dance with her and try to loosen her spine without scolding or cajoling. It seemed to be working. Her grin grew as Shalvesta joined in, completely ignorant to any lack of grace.
Though men danced near, none seemed all too interested in stealing one of the girls from the other. It was perhaps partially of Ichil's doing, considering the way she now took Shalvesta's hand and twirled her, or danced around her, or attached at the elbows to circle together. She had staked her claim and all would know from her manner that Shalvesta had been welcomed into her private circle.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 7:05 pm
Even in the dance Ichil made it clear that she was here with Shalvesta, her friend - not abandoning her even in the fray and energy of the music and dance. Her graceful, energetic companion somehow made her smooth moves correlate with Shalvesta's, her arm sliding into Shalvesta's own not interrupting her own motions, but instead accentuating them - turning it into a motion of the beat. Soon, even Shalvesta picked up the bounce and beat, matching her companion's motions, a smile rising unbidden to her own face, glowing in pleasure to match Ichil's as they moved. In the back of her mind she initially feared being approached to dance, but Ichil's pointed monopoly of her attention kept that risk away, and by the time the full heat of the song was catching the younger prentice had fully flung herself wholeheartedly into it, the last bit of reservation dropping from her before she'd realized she was missing the ever-present feeling.
Soon even her reserved, simple motions were emboldened, urging her to sway her hips with Ichil, a healthy flush sending color to her face, eyes lighting up in a way that they hadn't in a long time. And for once she let herself over to the childish, wonderful feeling of happiness that the dance allowed - the simple pleasure of being active, and with a friend. It suddenly didn't matter they had only known one another the space of a few hours, if that, Ichil's presence had quickly become a steady one that she grasped at unconsciously. Even if she didn't understand the silent 'claim' that Ichil had made, she was enjoying its benefits already, and thankful for it.
Eventually though the song had to end. With a flourish and burst of final energy, the song hit its crescendo, and ended in an eruption of pleased laughter and claps of hands, one musician shaking their tambourines longer than the finish and earning a playful, good natured jeering for the crowd for missing their cue. Even Shalvesta, who had come stumbling to a stop, pressed her fingers over her mouth, laughing, her arm still curled around Ichil's, her eyes crinkled into a smile. At this point, as soldiers shouted suggestions of tunes, known and tried, to the musicians, Shalvesta quit the throng, though now more out of the fatigue of those unused to such boisterous activity than one trying to get away from it. She made to let her arm slide from Ichil's, unsure if she should drag the girl away from the dance, though her fingertips briefly caught at the silken saree, reluctant to step away so soon.
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Posted: Thu Jul 24, 2014 7:19 pm
It seemed as if Ichil had caught the cue as she followed Shalvesta from the fray. She was short of breath herself, but that had never really stopped her before. This time she was more than willing to pull back from the action and follow her new friend's lead. They laughed together, and Ichil couldn't help but throw her head back. This was a good time!
It was not often that the girl found someone whose company she so thoroughly enjoyed. There were nice people, sure, even good people, but it took a special person to grasp her attention so fully. She and Shalvesta were different, of course, that much was apparent. Her new friend was a measure quieter and seemed to have married into nobility rather than being born into it. That was no matter. As it was, it seemed as if Ichil found better friends amongst the commoners of Oba, not that Shalvesta was at all common.
As they fell away, a young woman offered up a flagon of ale, and Ichil waved it away politely. Soon enough, her father would notice she was gone and pull her back inside, destroying her chances to get to know Shalvesta even better.
"They're going to come looking for us soon," she warned, still grinning to Shalvesta, "I'll race you back?" At this challenge, she leaned slightly forward as if prepared to spring.
Scarlett Arbuckle Maybe fin in the next couple posts? o:
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