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Leitha drozily laid on her stomach looking nowhere. Finding that her imagination held no comfort to her, she decided to clean something. She flipped onto her back, minding her wings, and began to fish for anything in her pack. Her fingers found an object that was long. It felt smooth and had some holes evenly spaced along one end of the rod. Must be my flute, she deducted. Next she found a cloth that was always in the front pocket of her pack.

Slowly she rubbed the sliver flute in small circles. It didn't really need to be cleaned, but it soothed her. Then she began to hum. It was a happy, but mellow tune, of a love story. Without a second thought, she brought the flute to her lips. She continued the tune with the sweet sound of the flute. The world was lost to her as she played on, loud and soft, singing in her head the tale of two lovers.

Leitha forgot where she was as she played, which was very risky. The joy she felt while playing took all rational thought out of her. In the distance, or maybe even closer, things where playing out. Whether they would include her or not, she didn't care. She was too lost in thought of more than lovers, but of the small, happy times she once held.

((Don't really know where anyone is, so can anyone please pick me up?))

((ooh, goodness, I am really sorry for my complete lack of postage. Can someone please let me in on what's happened lately? On the bright side, I finally finished my pic of Shyl and will post it as soon as I find a scanner. ^_^))

((Where'd you get stuck? I live in Colorado, and can therefor empathise or sympathize with your crash landing in our...glorious...state))

She minds her business as any serf has been taught. The goat is calmed and with a few gentle clucks, Felda leads him off to another side of the grazing herd. Synrai had said he'd give thought to her optional request which eases some of her worry for now. If his group decided not to partake a request would be made to some of Rizane's guards. Ardan would no doubtly get them riled up to go. Not that Felda would ever mean to take advantage of the young man's position, just that it'd be nice to have a small group go for protection and thoroughness. A soft call from the house gets the girl to stand up and spot her grandmother. The elderly woman is calling for some assistance from her granddaughter in order to collect eggs from the finicky hens. She notice Vava pause and stare at the strangers, particularly Synrai. With a slight frown the shepherdess pets a few sheep as she makes her way to the house and oes to her grandmother.
"Felda, who are they? That tall man...", her shrunken eyes squint slightly, it is too dark to perceive any suspicion.
Felda only shakes her head slightly in reassurance. "Two are good people I aided, the new woman appears kind as well. How many eggs do we need tonight?"
Distracting Vava back into work, Felda steals a glance back at Ardan before slipping in the slanting hen house.

He sets his jaw tightly within his helm and does not seem to notice her smile. This woman is not known to him and everyone in the village know each other, he'd also have noticed a new comer easily. With a slight snort the fiery tempered guard listens numbly and soon decides he should get back to work.
"Pardon, but I must get back to my duties. You all seem trustworthy and are welcome to remain in this field, do not prove my trust wrong."
Giving the three a nod and a salute from his spear, Ardan turns to march into the village again. Here he finds a few other guards whom question him. He only raises a hand, head shaking slowly.
"They are to be trusted for now, although the reddish haired woman is one to keep an eye on."
Turning around he smiles to see his best friend and fellow guard approaching.
"Hail Lance, shall we parry since there is no obvious danger?"

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((Sorry for the lack of postage... sweatdrop

Synrai noticed as the elderly woman looked at him, though of course he couldn’t see her stare. Still, the dragon could feel the piercing gaze with which she regarded him, and looked away guiltily; the woman was old, she would be more likely to remember such a form as his from her younger days. His hair partially obscured his pallid features, the gesture not conveying sinister intentions; but an infinite sadness. Synrai was truly grateful that Felda had decided to preoccupy the elderly woman with other matters. Whether she knew or not what she did didn’t matter to the dragon at the moment. He had no desire to revisit old memories in this field today. Wasn’t it enough that he deeply regretted his actions—or rather, his inaction—from years past?

That tall man…

I am sorry. As the guard spoke to the three strangers, Synrai nodded politely, and said that he would not betray the guard’s trust. The dragon would not do such a thing to anyone again. When the three of them were alone, the Nen’Shri decided to introduce herself fully. He bowed, and seeing that the Water Maiden already knew that they were not human, chose not to pursue the subject.

“I thank you for keeping your silence,” he murmured. “We came to this village because we needed a place to stay for the night. As far as why we are here, it is to try to end this foolish conflict between the two races. A daunting task, but one that I swore long ago that I will complete.” Synrai decided to get straight to the point. The Nen’Shri already knew that they weren’t human, so he felt no need to hide their reason for being here. He paused, considering the Water Maiden. “And what of you, Ekanta? It is surely strange to see someone such as yourself in Nathoran.” It was a simple question, merely out of curiosity…

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Wyvern darted out the main entrance to the inn, sword strapped safely on his back—though it looked rather funny without his shoulder-plating. Where had it gotten off to anyway? Actually, he didn’t remember ever having taken the armor off, which didn’t bode well if he actually wanted to find it in this century. Fortunately for Wyvern, the village wasn’t all that messy. All he had to do was retrace his steps…

He paused as he heard a lovely tune on the wind. It seemed to be a flute—much like some of the instruments he had heard being played the night before at the celebration. Excitedly, the young dragon hurried off to the music’s source, as usual unthinking about the dangers of roaming off to an unfamiliar area. Wyvern’s feet flew across the earth—he loved to run, it always made him feel like he was going somewhere. The ground below flew under him as though he were flying. No human had the capability of running nearly as fast. He flapped his extended wings, willing himself to go even faster. Soon enough, the dragon was half leaping, half flying across the grass, the buildings whizzing by at breakneck speeds…

Oh crap!

Just then, Wyvern remembered that he wasn’t supposed to be using his wings…

Shkkkssssshhhh In an effort to hide his extra appendages and keep running at the same time, Wyvern tripped and fell, skidding across the dirt like a Frisbee that had been thrown the wrong way. He picked himself up off the ground and dusted off his clothes, grimacing. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t so smart. Wyvern looked around. Luckily for the young dragon, there was no one in the vicinity. He set off at a brisk pace, in search of the source of the beautiful music.

He came to the edge of the village, and gazed upon a young woman with brown hair. As Wyvern had guessed, she was playing a flute. He quickly combed his fingers through his hair before approaching her. Who was she anyway?

“Hello there!” Wyvern called without pretense. “Your song is pretty!” Yes, it seemed right that he should compliment her. Maybe they could be friends, and she could help him look for his armor plating. It wasn’t much fun searching for something alone. Besides, the melody was very lovely, and he’d always been a fan of the flute.

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Shyrion laughed as she quickened her pace. The Tainted before her did the same, but the ex-general was very fast, and she was bored after so many years of sitting around and doing nothing in the Void. The two Ookami wouldn’t get far by her reckoning. She would be around to pick them up later. But first, a few words with the pair racing away before her.

“Tanyeera! So you decided to forsake the Dark One, eh?” she called mockingly. “Such a pity—you had such promise!” The Fallen laughed again. “You may regret your actions soon enough Tanyeera! The Dark One has a plan, and when it comes into focus… it’s going to be glorious!”

Shyrion cackled madly, twisting her way around tree branches, her tentacles barely visible. Every so often, she would cast one of them out, but it would always fall short of its mark…

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g r e e t s ¤ u s ¤ a s ¤ w e ¤ f l y

[I'm going to request that a lot of you start using the OOC thread. There's a reason we have it.

I'm getting tired of shuffling through countless number of posts just to get to one's I have to actually read. Don't OOC here unless it's accompanied by the Rp post. The only exception is the Rp owner.]

Reyen had awoken earlier than the others. In fact, he had barely gotten any sleep. His mind was far too troubled with the events that had passed, and that would be soon to come. War among all the world's could break out at any time. Many Tainted on Celestir. Dangerous omen's indeed. Reyen felt useless being with this group... But, Synrai had already come into contact with the tainted before. To make matters worse, ii seemed as if they had a history. Axys... The instigator of things to come. A summoner beyond redemption, in Reyen's eyes.

Soon after the rest woke up. Wyvern had attempted to but... The young Dragon had spent his night consuming ale. He would pay the price now. Oh well, Reyen had went through that phase too. Sometimes he still drank, but he could hold the alcohol now. Barely has a strong effect on him anymore. When he drank though... Ha, that had been one fun night. He had spent it on Celestir, celebrating with comrades. IT had been a long time that he'd last seen those friends... Reyen presumed them dead now.

Reyen got up and walked to the door. By now Wyvern had fallen asleep again and Synrai and Link were just leaving. "I'll keep an eye on Wyvern." He quickly said before the duo disappeared. Reyen took a glance at Wyvern before he left. He presumed the Dragon would stay asleep for a while. IN that time, Reyen would get some information in the town.

Reyen walked out onto the street. The festival the night before had left it's toll. Things were fairly hectic and messy... Some of the villagers were cleaning it up. "I'll help." Reyen offered, disposing of garbage, rearranging stuff and so on. The villagers thanked him for his help. Reyen spent most of the morning doing that...

Reyen looked towards the inn just as Wyvern was leaving. Things here were fairly clean and organized now, they wouldn't need his help anymore. "Well, best I be going." Reyen said as he left the small group of villagers that he was helping. Again, they thanked him for his help.

Wyvern was talking to some girl who was playing music for them as they cleaned up the mess. "Wyvern," Reyen said as he approached the two, "We should probably catch up with Synrai some time soon."

Reyen looked past Wyvern and at the girl. She had started to play the flute again, since Wyvern completely turned around to talk to Reyen. Although that was partly Reyen's fault. Oh well, she didn't seem offended. Reyen had commented on her music earlier, giving only compliments. It gave the illusion of peace, which many people liked. Reyen would not disturb that. No one had the right to do that... But of course there were still those ignorant brutes that did. Some day this world would have true peace. Someday...

Reyen looked back at Wyvern. He smiled, chuckled and then shook his head as he chuckled some more. The poor dragon could barely keep track of his own armor. Honestly, it was on his body! And wihtout it on, and his sword sheath hanging around his back... Quite the humorous sight. "Heh, I think I might have seen it earlier. C'mon, you drunkard." Reyen said as he turned around and started walking back to the small group of villagers he was with before.

He asked the group where they had put it, and soon enough one of them came back with it. They gladly handed it over to Reyen, who in turn handed it to Wyvern. "Let's catch up to Synrai before he starts getting mad that you're not there, or something." Reyen turned around and looked at the villagers. He bowed his head slightly and said "Thank you".

Reyen could easily sense both Link and Synrai. They were very close to the village, just on the outskirts. Not even.

Reyen walked towards the other end of town. He only assumed that Wyvern was following. Hopefully he hadn't lost his armor again... Reyen walked to the edge of town and saw what looked like a farm. Various animals were grazing about the fields. He could sense his friends inside the house there.

He wasn't sure if they should go or wait for them. "They're in there. Perhaps we should wait for them?"