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 Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:44 am
Remove Heather watched and nodded her head, "Sure. I don't really know what I could ever use it for anyway..."
She held Amkia close in her arms who was now really wide awake and watching curiously. Susa took Heather's vial, and, holding her breath, took out the stopper and poured the tiniest amount of the diamond dust that was inside into her tinier vial. Then, she replaced the stoppers for both and handed Heather back her larger vial. Almost as soon as this was completed, the tiny container around her neck started to glow, as did the rune marks on the hem of her dress. Then, those same runes began to shift and rearrange themselves until they formed a message... and a map upon her dress. Susa looked down, and there were tears in her eyes. "Alora. One younger than me. She carries the diamond harp. This says that she's... on the outskirts of the city, nearest the marsh. Oh... please. Please find Alora, and do this for her, as well. Then the curse for us will be broken for us two, and we can find the next sister. Oh, please. We will reward you with whatever you'd like- whatever is in our joint power. And when the six of us are together, we can help you even greater." Her eyes were wet with the possibilities.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 6:54 am
Heather looked completely shocked when the map appeared on the girls dress. "Oh my..."
She listened to what the girl said and nodded, "Please though, can you find Kala? She might listen to you more then me anyway." She smiled, bowed her head taking her vial back and looking at the map. "I hope to be able to help you! Though I really would like to find Kala first and there is this festival thing. I shall go and look for her, as soon as I can, can you not come with me now you know where she is?" Heather had a few questions to ask.
Once she finished talking she looked around a little to see if there was any sign of that damn cat.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 7:13 am
Remove Heather looked completely shocked when the map appeared on the girls dress. "Oh my..."
She listened to what the girl said and nodded, "Please though, can you find Kala? She might listen to you more then me anyway." She smiled, bowed her head taking her vial back and looking at the map. "I hope to be able to help you! Though I really would like to find Kala first and there is this festival thing. I shall go and look for her, as soon as I can, can you not come with me now you know where she is?" Heather had a few questions to ask.
Once she finished talking she looked around a little to see if there was any sign of that damn cat. "Of course I will help you find Kala," Susa was all beaming smiles- this was the woman who would be her savior, and she'd do anything for her. "And as long as you find her, I needn't worry how long it takes. I've been searching for years- a little while longer is nothing. But... I wish I could come with you. But that's part of the curse- I can't find her, I can't connect with her until we have each other's rune symbols. I didn't believe it- I didn't want to believe it, until I found you- and now I know that it's true."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 7:27 am
Heather chuckled and smiled. "You make me sound as if I am some super hero!" She chuckled and shifted Amkia about in her arms.
"Can I hear more about your story as we look for Kala? I am just well, I guess if I can help you I would like to know what exactly I am doing. I found things aren't always what they seem!" She smiled and looked down at Amkia. Strange things seemed to happen.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 8:25 am
Oqaia Sizzla Irina was a bit confused by the entire process of this choosing. How did the priestess know who belonged in the inner circle? Were some Canidates more spiritually active? Irina could tell this by reading auras generally. She wondered if these women had the same talent.
"Do you just have a feeling about who belongs in the inner circle? Where would you place me?" she asked, curious. It was then that she saw him--the green skin flashed by her, and she flipped her head around, following the boy through the crowd with her eyes.
"Excuse me, I just saw someone I need to talk to. If you don't mind, I'll be back shortly." She felt bad just leaving the woman, who seemed pleasant enough--she wanted to take good care of Irina from what it looked like. Irina gave the woman a sheepish grin and looked back again, making sure that the green-skinned boy was still in sight. Irina had heard stories of a frog boy from the Honeyblossom caravan. He was just who Irina was looking for. If her luck was good, he would be Crick's son. The priestess smiled and nodded, then kept an eye on her- it was, after all, her Candidate. "Certainly. I'll wait for you."
With that, she turned and took off through the crowd of people, keeping her eyes on the flash of green she saw here and there. Finally, she neared the boy, and came up behind him, tapping him lightly on the shoulder. "Um, excuse me," she said quietly, waiting for the boy to turn around. "Are you from the Honeyblossom caravan? Crick's son?"
Kalpana sniffed at the boy, curious about him. She'd never seen anyone quite like him before. The badger pulled up on Irina's arm, wanting to get a better view of the boy. She seemed to recognize that he was a Fortunette as well.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 9:55 am
Oqaia M i s s a "I see. Thank you so much for your help. You've been nothing but good to me, and we've only just met. But do you think...you could provide me with one more favor?" She thought back to the item which Lucia had dropped at the last fortune-spill. It was a mystery to her- but not so, perhaps, to this clever Filor? Swizzlet smiled. "Of course, Gypsy Sister. Name..." she stopped to reinflate her papery lungs, "away."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:03 pm
Remove Heather chuckled and smiled. "You make me sound as if I am some super hero!" She chuckled and shifted Amkia about in her arms.
"Can I hear more about your story as we look for Kala? I am just well, I guess if I can help you I would like to know what exactly I am doing. I found things aren't always what they seem!" She smiled and looked down at Amkia. Strange things seemed to happen. "No, things are never as they seem. But of course- here I am, rattling on, when your daughter needs finding." Susa followed Heather's eyes, and nodded. "Aye, here... the little one can help us look." Then, as if bidden, the runes that had made up the map on Susa's dress propelled forward a greyish white light which bathed Heather and the infant in her arms. When the light subsided, Heather would find her arms empty. Her infant boy... an infant no longer, but a Child of the Light. 
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:06 pm
Oqaia X-Men Lover (I don't know if I can interact with an NPC, but I thought I would give it a try) Now that Ash was caught from either a game of hide or seek....or cat and mouse, DeArca had finally explored the event a little further, his eyes bursting around left and right to find Illyana. "This is getting to be hopeless, Ash. My Tellbook hasn't answered my questions ever since and I have no clue how to find Illyana in this place. There is just too many women here" Ash squeaked, clenching his little claws into DeArca's clothing so not to fall off. When he heard that Illyana was perhaps here, he squeaked...not because he was happy, but because he was curious to learn more. Now that things were looking up for DeArca, perhaps an adventure was to be made. DeArca had but one choice to hopefully get a lead on Illyanan's whereabouts...asking the priests and priestesses of the event. With just a tap of the shoulder, he would get the attention of a nearby priest and priestess, and began to describe to them Illyana's characteristics. Brown hair, lovely eyes with a innocent sparkle, came from a lumber farm in the far north like him...and always wore brown clothing, even though she would have to wear the white clothing for the theme of the event. "Can you please help me?" He asked. The priest turned to him, white marks upon his face... and gave the man a once-over, wondering which Candidate he had arrived with. "Of course, my son. What is it that you require?" DeArca smiled, nodding as he used his hands like visual aids, giving the same descriptions of Illyana as he did just before. "Have you seen a girl like that? she's my age, and neck's length to me. Please tell me anything you know of....I....I just have to find her" He asked, a sad frown coming to his lips.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:09 pm
Oqaia "Cherry Cordial- very sweet, very delicious," the priestess said. "There's also a nice spice in there that some people say make you happier. But who knows." She smiled.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:09 pm
Heather nodded and smiled, "I am happy to hear your tale it sounds interesting. Please tell." Heather ws suddenly confused, Amkia was a little one he couldn't help so when the light shone and he was gone she nearly panicked.
It was a tug at her skirt and the words 'mother' that got her attention. She looked down and saw Amkia, there was no doubt it was him, however he seemed to be wearing a skirt which she chuckled at. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close before throwing her arms around Susa. "I don't know how you did that but thank you!"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:37 pm
Oqaia A tall priest with a gridwork of white checks and alternating swirls came and took Mirela's arm, guiding her through the crowd with a smile. "Hello, m'lady. Is this..." he looked down at the tauric boy and pretended to see only a normal little toddler, "your son?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:38 pm
X-Men Lover DeArca smiled, nodding as he used his hands like visual aids, giving the same descriptions of Illyana as he did just before. "Have you seen a girl like that? she's my age, and neck's length to me. Please tell me anything you know of....I....I just have to find her" He asked, a sad frown coming to his lips. The priest's expression was dry and noncomprehending for a while, then... a glimmer of recognition, followed by a nod. "It sounds like the Crystallaureate." He pointed the direction of the crowd- towards the Gardens. "When you reach the gardens, and a priest or priestess escorts you away from the inner circles, just ask them to take you to teh Crystallaureate."
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:39 pm
Menelie Caroline shrugs a bit. She'd never been overfond of cherries, but hey--you only live once. She drinks half the contents of the vial and makes a face. It's very, very sweet. She smiles, though. Swirls of good feelings bubble through her veins. "Now," the priestess said, glad that the woman drank the concoction. She'd be much easier to manage, now. "You're not going to be such a hard little nut to crack will you?" She took her arm again and led her with the flow of the crowd.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:43 pm
Remove Heather nodded and smiled, "I am happy to hear your tale it sounds interesting. Please tell." Heather ws suddenly confused, Amkia was a little one he couldn't help so when the light shone and he was gone she nearly panicked.
It was a tug at her skirt and the words 'mother' that got her attention. She looked down and saw Amkia, there was no doubt it was him, however he seemed to be wearing a skirt which she chuckled at. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him close before throwing her arms around Susa. "I don't know how you did that but thank you!" Susa laughed, agreeable. "I don't quite know how I did it, either- except, right then I knew I... could. I suppose it was a gift for breaking the curse. Both to me, with a burst of my old magic... and one for you." She beamed. "Now... we'll go to find your daughter." She tucked her flute in the leather belt around her dank colored dress, and went off through the crowd looking for the leopard.
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Posted: Sun Dec 31, 2006 2:46 pm
Xpressionless Smiling at the man who had taken her arm, recovering from the initial surprise at the action, Mirela nodded in response to the question asked of her. “Yes he is” she replied, beaming with pride toward her child before turning back to the priest. “His name is Tafari and I’m Mirela, it is nice to meet you sir” the teenager added, offering the priest a rather awkward curtsy. Lifting her eyes to watch the crowd for a moment, Mirela soon turned back to the priest with a curious and eager expression. “I know it may seem naïve, especially when following so grand a procession, but what is this All Savior's Festival? Why is everyone so excited?” she asked, head tilted to the side as she awaited a response. "There is nothing wrong with naivety, my child. It's a precursor to greatness, more often than not." He smiled a grandfatherly, loving smile- though he couldn't have been more than five or so years older than Mirela. "This festival is a celebration... to surround the point upcoming, which is when the Spirit of our Saviour, the bearer of the great White Magic of our Sect... will choose its bearer- it's mother."
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