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 Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2009 5:45 pm
 Heron feels a great sense of accomplishment upon making the young lady blush. Oh yea, I've still got it. Echoes proudly in his mind. He had been sorely missing wooing the young women in his city. Oh sure, he had been itching to make passes at Aerith. Unfortunately Kae'drynn made it very clear on the first day that it wasn't going to happen in her tower. Now the most gorgeous elf he had ever laid eyes on is here in his company. Oh yes, someone up their likes him indeed. He smiles warmly when she mentions being an only child. "I think you and Naelonni will get along great. Who knows, maybe she'll be like the sister you never had."
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 1:42 pm
Cyrillia smiled cheerfully, "Really? I do hope so. What is Ms. Naelonni like, Heron?" she asked, interested to know more about the people whom she might be around. In some way, she was hoping to find people that she could call family and friends, after the lose of her own family she felt all alone and even now felt a pang of loneliness. Though Heron did shut some of it off and gave a sense of happiness and positivity, there was still a small dose that seem to feel her up. "Is as cool as you?" she asked now.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 5:11 pm
Heron chuckles, "Well it would be pretty hard to be as cool as I am, but she's awesome as far as twin sister's go. As far as what Nae Nae is like, I'd have to say that she is a lot like her natural element. That is to say she is wispy and gentle." He pauses for a moment, thinking about where Naelonni could be right now. "I think she's also completing a task for the Kae'drynn. I'll introduce you to her later. In the meantime..."Heron steps over to a chair and pulls it from the table it was placed under. He motions toward the chair with his hand, "I'd like to hear more about you. Surely someone of such radiant beauty has some interesting stories to tell." He says with a warm smile.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 5:34 pm
She smiled and walked over to the chair though appeared to glide across the floor, "Oh! Uh.. R-really I have no interesting stories to tell, Heron." she sat down and looked up to him. "You must pardon me, even during the journey here, I could not give such an interesting story." she placed her finger tip lightly against her lip. "Did you not say you fought a thief and got a wound? Please tell me about that, Heron." she smiled cutely, laying her hands lightly in her lap.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2009 7:12 pm
Heron mind goes into male panic mode. He has been called out on his lie, and now has to back it up. His face makes a pained expression, though he is quick to cover this up. "I'm sorry, it's just that it was a surprise fight for my life. The idea that I might have died still remains present in my mind. Yes, I would be more than happy to share that story with you. Then, perhaps, you're wonderfully inquisitive mind with have thought of something to tell."Heron scoots the chair back toward the table, then walks around it to his own seat. After settling down, Heron places his forefinger to his upper lip. To anyone who knows of such things, this is a tell tale sign of someone about to spew non-truths. To anyone who doesn't, it appears that the young elf is thinking of something (which was also true). "Let's see, where do I start...ah, I've got it! It was a few months before Naelonni and I arrived here at the tower. I was returning home after running some errands for Mother, and I could not have picked a worse time to do it. There was darkness across the skies, even though it was not time for the sun to set. Nay, the clouds did not allow it's grand light to shine upon our lands that day. I was taking a shortcut through our city in an attempt to return home before the coming rain saw fit to soak all those unfortunate to be outside.
That's when he appeared. A thief cloaked in the shroud of rags and villainy. He looked upon me as a wolf would at a lone sheep who had gone astray from his herd. He swiftly brandished his dagger and had it to my chest before I could even realize what his intentions were. Needless it say, I certainly knew what he was after soon thereafter.
"'And ovar yer riches!" He hissed to me, "Or else yer gointa' foind yerself on th' mean soid of me dagga'."
I honestly cannot tell you what I was thinking at the time, it is all such a blur. Something told me that no matter what I did, the vagabond was not going to let me leave that alley alive. It was then that I spun like so, throwing him off balance as he was not expecting me to fight back. When he stumbled forward I brought my fist to the back of his skull with a great crack. I had thought that would be enough to dissuade my assailant from any further attempts to rob me. I, my dear, could not have been more wrong.
He leaped from the cobblestone and thrust his weapon toward my neck. On instinct, I threw my hand up to guard myself. The God's must have favored me that day, for that same hand that I had thrown up caught the hand of the thief. Though it did not come without it's price. For, as you can see, the brigands blade had run itself through a good portion of this finger.
I had to end the scuffle quickly, before any more of my blood was spilled. I reached for a narrow plank of wood, about a meter long and four centimeters thick. I grasped it within my free hand, and bashed the thief aside his skull. That, I am glad to say, was enough to render him unconscious. The authorities apprehended the criminal a few moments later, after a passerby had shouted of a fight in an ally.
The rest, I am sorry to say, was nothing of consequence beyond that battle for my life."He sits in disbelief of himself. Not because he had just lied to this woman, but because he couldn't believe that he came up with that load of horse dung under pressure. His face belies his disbelief, though, as he is poised just as confident as ever.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 10:07 am
«<{› ¤The Crusade¤ ‹}>»
The soldier tried his best to side-step the charging form of Azen as the larger knight rushed forward, his steps attempting to back-peddle enough to clear enough room for a forceful slash. But, the size and placement of Azen's blade managed to deflect enough of the blurring swipe that only for a brief moment was an ear-wrenching heard as the soldier's blade grated along the sturdy armour of Azen's back, before the flat of the dark knight's large blade collided with the young man, toppling him over and allowing Azen a mostly clear path to the front door.
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Once outside, barely controlled chaos met Azen's vision. Several of the platoon that had been waiting in ambush were still trying to clear their vision, while numerous horses, saddled and otherwise, milled about in confusion, their riders having been thrown by the shock of the spell used on them. Time did seem to be running out, however, as several of the riders already seemed to have marshaled themselves, and were starting towards the back of the tavern...
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 6:15 pm
Cyrillia's eyes grew huge and she listened to Heron tell his story, her hands had made their way up to her face in surprise and horror as he told her of what had occurred to him. She could hardly believe Heron was so smart to get away from such a bandit, she felt a relief as he told her of his escaping and how the authorities had picked the thief up.
Letting out a breath that she had unknowingly held, she sighed, "My! Heron, you're so brave!" she smiled clasping her hands together. "I wish I were as brave as you are! I could not have held my own with such a criminal." she added excitedly. "It must have hurt though." she frowned suddenly, looking to his hand. "Did it not?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 8:38 pm
Heron looks at his hand with a reminiscent thought. Oh yes, it had hurt alright. That knife had done a number on his hand. Too bad it was self inflicted in a moment of distraction. He looks back at Cyrillia and chuckles, "I'd have to say that it did hurt quite a bit. In fact it was without a doubt the greatest physical pain I have ever experienced. Which is why a simple bump to the forehead is nothing to be worried about."He folds his arms over each other on the table and gazes into Cyrillia's eyes. He says to her in a soft voice, "Now that I have told one of my stories, I'd like to hear about your supposedly "uninteresting" life. Where you are from would be a good place to start I think."
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Posted: Tue Sep 22, 2009 5:58 pm
She looked right back at him and tilted her head slightly to the left, assuming the role of thinking back to her small village that by now was a fortress out towards the West a bit. The place was hardly stable enough, she remembered, they had even gotten worse right about the Beast was set free and thus simple they made the village a fortress for protection against its wrath. She could not remember anything happy in the village she had grown up in, she had hardly ever left her house and if she had it was to practice her training that her parents foresaw as she was raised.
"Well..." she smiled, sitting back as she lightly placed her index finger on her chin. "I was raised in the small village. One that no longer exists anymore. It had been turned into a fortress after the Beasts arrival." she began, thinking back on the day. "I.. don't really know much of how the village was. I usually spent my time in the house, where my parents would train me to be a proper lady with refined etiquette, that normal teachings leave out." she looked to her fingers that lightly played with the fabrics of her gown. "Sometimes, I was allowed out. Mostly to practice what I had learned. It was essential that I learn to be well-mannered, to out do those who criticized both me and my family." she explained, her eyes seeming to drift into the distance though they stared dead at the table the two sat at.
"Until I turned 12, it continued that way. " she whispered, her voice traveling softly. "My parents had been called to attend an important conference that couldn't wait. The two had headed out right after I had been put to bed so I hadn't been aware of their absence the next morning." she gripped the fabric that she had once been caressing with her finger.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 6:12 am
Heron listens to her words with great interest. He had heard much about The Beast, though has never layed eyes on the monster. To here from someone whose life had been drastically altered by it's arrival was a shock to him. The idea of a modest and peacefull village being converted to a defensive fortress is foreign to him, since he had grown up in a large city. Yet he can understand why the precaution had to be taken. Even the much vaunted Paladin's Rod was having no success with The Beast. He watches her manurisms while she speaks. His eyes grow concerned as her tone and behavior become streadily more troubled. When she starts gripping her dress, Heron looks to her and raises a hand in a manner that is asking her to stop. "I'm sorry Cyrillia, you don't have to talk about it anymore if you wish to stop. I can piece together what it is you are about to tell me, and I will not force you to relive such a painful moment in your life by relaying it to me. Unless of course you believe you feel the need to do so, in which case I am honored that you've chosen me as someone you can speak to about your thoughts and troubles."
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 1:35 pm
Her head shot up and she stared startled by his raised hand that prevented her to continue. A glossy coat of water had been forming over her eyes, making her emerald eyes to look much wider and fuller than normal.
She was silent a moment and looked back to her hands which she now noticed were gripping gown as if she were afraid to let go. Cyrillia pulled her trembling fingers away from her dress and tried calming down, she hadn't realized she was shaken by stirring up her memories as she done. Though she had always been able to remember them with fondness, she had never found herself in such a state, though she gathered it was because she hadn't ever spoken them out to anyone but herself.
"Heron..." she whispered, and finally brought her gaze up to him. "I heard word of their deaths during lunch that afternoon." she told him softly and said nothing more. Feeling now the tears that had been welling up, begin to descend along her cheeks and along her jaw, until they met at her chin where they soon ended in small drops onto her gown.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 5:59 am
He allows a few seconds of silence to pass between them, allowing her time to shed the tears that had been so desperatly seeking release. Heron can't fathom the pain she must be feeling. The life he and his sister lived was one of prestige and ease. The only pressure they felt was that of their parents. As much as he resented their position, and the way it seemed to dictate how they should behave and live, he can't possibly imagine what it would've been like to have lost his parents at such a young age. He reaches into the breast pocket of his coat and takes hold of a sky blue hankerchief. It had been something his grandfather had given him, saying that a proper gentleman should always have one handy. Without saying a word he leans over the table and offers it to Cyrillia.
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 5:56 pm
Cyrillia looked up at the offered cloth and took it hesitatingly, "Thank you." she murmured softly. Bringing the light blue handkerchief up to her eyes and dabbed them as she had been taught to do during the time she had been trained by both her mother and father.
She felt a bit more light-weighted now that she had told someone though she also felt a pang of guilt that Heron had to be the one to listen to her sad story. He, to her, seemed to be a particularly happy person all the way around, that was one of the qualities she liked about him, but now she was feeling as though he might act differently towards her. People would normally do that to her when they knew something about her, they be distant and farther from her grasp. She had gone through such circumstances after her parents death and even a couple of years later, everywhere she went she was alone.
"I'm sorry, Heron." she finally whispered. Bringing her eyes up to him, though they weren't as wide and as large as they had appeared so early, they were puffy and a hint of red still remained around the edges. "I didn't.." she wasn't sure how to word it. How was she to tell him not to act differently towards her? She forced herself to smile, "A-ah, but I shouldn't have went on like that. I must have looked stupid." she began, making herself give a small laugh which sounded small and pathetic but she couldn't help it. "Oh! But your village must be much more exciting than mine!" she exclaimed, holding the blue handkerchief to her chest, hoping and praying that things wouldn't be different now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 7:36 am
Heron smiles warmly and shakes his head. "there's no need to be sorry, and you didn't look stupid at all. There's no need to hide tears Cyrillia. They can be good for the heart. A way to release pent up tension and emotion. Besides, it's like I just said. I'm honored that you trust me enough to confide in me. That makes me very happy." His smile broadens as he finishes speaking his mind. "As far as where I'm from goes, there's not really much to tell. Yea it's a big city with all sorts of towers and such, but it all gets fairly boring after a while. The only exciting thing to have happened in recent memory was when Naelonni and I put our talents together and made fog during the summer. We got into quite a bit of trouble for that one." He laughs from the heart, reminiscing on more innocent times.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:29 pm
She gave a smile as she listened to him, feeling much better now that the conversation was redirected from her and to Heron, she watched how he seemed to grow content thinking back to the past, which she herself had never be able to do. "Do you miss it?" she suddenly asked. "I mean being young and living in your city?"
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