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 Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2005 1:47 am
Dressed in some what more suitable attire (the previous dress was currently having a sun bath), Arilei walked out of her house and to the library. Her hands were busy with her hair and her mouth full of hair pins, a basket with random books was hanging perilously from her arm and some how she was doing some last minute lunch shopping at the same time. How she did it, no one knew but if Arilei did anything she did twenty other things at the same time and that was that.
Moving along from the market, she finally had her long and peskily thick locks of ebon black up into an out-of-the-way-and-all-the-more-conveniant plait, her hands now free to hold the basket of food and books, and her mouth to enjoy the former. No eating in the library, after all.
A bun, an apple, and a random gurgle of water later, Arilei had made sure as she walked to the library that no crumbs or other evidence of food was available to the scrutinizing eye of the head librarian, since she was rather a**l about the maintenance of books. Oh please. A crumb never hurt anything.
Stepping into the library, Arilei stopped for just a moment to take one last chance to freshen up her appearance. Fixing any wrinkles in her dress, making sure every fold covered what it should, her hair was neat and all that blah, perhaps it should be noted here, the girls strange appearance. Like everyone around she too had some what darker skin, yes. Her hair did not stand out either, for it was the colour of a ravens wing and just as sleek. Her face was ovular, but that wasn't anything too special either because others were in posession of such a face shape, even if it wasn't all too common.
It was more the fact that her eyes were so different.
Their colour was still, nothing too special. They were black, with no pupil discernable in their depths. It was more, their shape. Whereas most people here has eyes the relative shape of a rounded triangle, with two narrow-ish sides and a rounded peak in the middle, with a rather large eyelid and protruding brow, Arilei had nothing of the sort.
Often compared to the shape of almonds (although larger and more round), perhaps it was just this one facial feature that made her stand out. They had told her that her mother was the same way, although where her mother had come from was a mystery to them all and she had only lived long enough to give birth to her daughter. Arilei had recieved her name from the small bracelet of white gold that her mother had left behind, presumably for the child. Ironically, Arilei's wrists had never seemed to grow all too much and thus she could still wear it.
Content that her 'boss' so to speak would find no fault with her appearance or her arrival in general, Arilei smiled to herself and continued on in.
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Posted: Thu Nov 17, 2005 11:03 pm
The gray-haired, scar-faced warrior had taken note of the girl, though left it to the magician to interrogate her--as far as Tahkroi was concerned, a woman sitting on a rock in the middle of the river meant no good for anyone. In fact, there was a high chance she'd mean trouble for everyone, so it was with a certain amount of wariness he marked when she leapt from the stone to the bank of the river and took off like a shot.
He smelled blood, too. "G'damn bleeding lorelei," he mumbled to himself, the language definitely not Common or anything like it. "Be having all of us as her bridegrooms if the light were a bit lower and it wasn't a town around the next riverbend." Lords above, but he hated their breed. Not much to be done about it, though, except make a note of where she'd gotten off and wait for for the ferry to come ashore.
Well, he could always--no, no, that would likely unbalance a barge of even this weight, and missing the jump would mean wet weapons. Satisfying his curiosity about the woman wouldn't nearly make up for it. The warrior mumbled a little more to himself, sliding down to lean his arms on the railing and watch the shore roll by.
Somehow, though, he managed to be one of the first off the boat. It took some fancy footwork and a few elbows in the ribs of other passengers, but by the time Crev debarked at a dignified pace, there was Tahkroi, perched on a stack of crates and sharpening a dagger absently.
"So I imagine you'll be wanting to find the library on your own, or would I be missin' my guess?" he remarked, without looking up, as the magic-user drifted past. Skrrrrtch, went the whetstone over his knife.
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Posted: Tue Nov 22, 2005 3:31 pm
Insufferable man....
There had been a period of at least fifteen minutes where Crev had honestly and truly thought that Tahkroi was intending to leave him be. No... "thought" might have been too strong a word. Hoped was a more appropriate description.
"That would depend entirely," Crev began smoothly, unblinking at the irritating noise of stone scraping steel, "on if you have any idea where it might be. My guide seems to have disappeared, and I'd prefer to avoid having to turn the town inside out looking for whatever passes for a library here." His personal opinion of the warrior bore no weight on whether he would accept the man's company or not; all that Crev truly cared about was what use Tahroki might prove to him.
((Short post, but I decided to screw trying to get something of decent length in favor of just getting something. @_@; I'll make up for this later, once I'm not so bleeeh.))
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 11:47 pm
"I noticed she made herself disappear right quickly. Pity, that." Scraaaaape. "She was a sight prettier than me. Even so, I'm a sight more likely to stick around, and that's the important part, now isn't it?" The warrior said all this without looking up from what he was doing, working pointedly on a knick in the edge of his blade. That wasn't going to come out without some serious grinding, he thought mournfully. Pity, too; it had been one of his favorites.
With a flicker of his hands nearly too fast to follow, Tahkroi put both blade and whetstone away. He shook out his shoulders and leapt down from his perch, barely getting a foot on the ground before starting off. Irritating as he might be, he wasn't the sort to waste time when there was somewhere to be gotten to. "Tempting, mind, to let you wander around finding it on your own; you seem the sort who can't find his own backside with both hands," he remarked, tone deliberately light despite the jab at Crev.
That was the only shot he was going to take at the other man, however. Despite being from god-knew-what backwater part of the world, the warrior apparently knew his way around the town quite well. Well enough to pick the shortest route through the multitude of tiny, "quaint" houses--as cute as they looked, there were damn near enough to nearly make a city out of the place, Tahkroi thought dryly--straight toward the library.
It wasn't all that hard to pick out from the others; somewhat ironically, it had a sign with a book out front to inform the illiterate of just what it housed. The warrior flicked his gaze up to the sign, before chuckling at some private joke. Then he knocked on the door--more with an air of supertitious ceremony than anything--before pushing it open. "Ladies first," he said, pleasantly, to Crev.
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