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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 2:47 pm
hmm seems like people are still here.
(Back from the Oregon Band Competition.)
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 3:01 pm
Quote: Tibarn had no complaints about being held in that kiss, and he was pleased by her enthusiasm! The Hawk King sat back, facing Ayra, and a little smirk crossed his lips. "Once we're rested enough, I'll take you flying in Phoenicis, then." He seemed quite pleased as he yawned, raising his hand to cover his mouth. "Ooof... Need sleep, you could probably use some too. We'll go up to Vika's room, I'll take the couch..." He stood up, taking her hand and starting to bring her up.
But Ayra didn't know why.
However, that look was damn near universal.
She shot a quick look to Tibarn- a quick narrowing of her eyes- before she yawned, moving upstairs to leave him to deal with his own mess, if he wanted to. She knew he'd talk to her about this, later. She'd break his wing herself, if he didn't.
"I'll be upstairs."
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 3:12 pm
Tibarn stood up, and was about to argue that no, he would be taking the couch and that if she took the couch he'd rather take the floor than the bed when he caught Lyre's eye and stopped. His wings drooped as he sat, closing his eyes and rubbing his temples. He nodded slowly at Ayra as she left, and then he heaved a slow sigh and pulled back a chair at the table. "Lyre... come on over here and sit down, please."
He sat back, looking up at the cat and waiting until she was seated.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 3:23 pm
*sees Tibarn, Lyre, and Ayra and walks over to them*
Ello
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 7:10 pm
"...Why should I? I'm not... some little kid..." Lyre let Ayra brush past her, taking a few steps further in. She was speaking so slowly because she was afraid if she didn't, her voice might break, and that would make her look like some broken up idiot. She tried to steel her gaze, but had a feeling she was failing.
She wouldn't blame Ayra for anything, just because the swordswoman had no idea what was going on- she was beaten and imprisoned, for gods sake.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:15 pm
Tibarn sighed. "Because, Lyre, we need to chat. You and I went on a date... we chatted, we danced. I don't know what you expected, Lyre, but I wasn't looking for a relationship..." He shook his head. "Tell me it's not because she's Beorc. Tell me that. Because I know... I know. I'll have a lot of people to answer to when I get home, too."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:37 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:56 pm
Lyre strode to the chair and braced herself on the back of it, before she finally snapped at him.
"Then learn to watch what the hell you say. How the hell you act. And yeah, you know what, she's a Beorc. You're the King of ALL of the bird nations." Her voice was raising in volume as she went; soon enough, the entire house would probably be able to hear her.
"You can't honestly expect to bring her back with you and think you'll get away with it, we'll be right back where we started and you'll end up with Naesala right at your doorstep all over again! Not to mention that even before that issue," at this point she finally hissed down to a whisper,
"You buried a MORPH in SERENES FOREST. Even if she were just a natural born Beorc, that land isn't yours to do so with. All the time spent fighting to avenge the Herons and revitalize their forest, I lost friends and comrades fighting through Begnion Senators and so did you, but the only ones who have the right to make any decisions on that land are the Herons themselves."
She felt like slapping him. Well, for multiple reasons. And she might have had the right to.
"But you really want to know, why the hell I'm so hurt right now, it's not because she's a Beorc. The hell should I care about that, I have plenty of friends and loved ones I've made that are Beorc. The hell should I really care that she'll be DEAD and BURIED before any noteable change happens at all in our entire Laguz culture unless other Beorc nations butt in again to stir things up. Because you'll already have more than enough people to answer too, and you'll have a damn fun time explaining to Reyson and Leanne why there's a tombstone in their home of someone that they have no idea about."
She was starting to ramble, but her words kept coming.
"You weren't looking for a relationship until you go play hero and end up beaten in a dungeon? THAT'S when you make a decision on something? You fly off after someone you've only known for not even a week, she hadn't even been alive for much more time than that, get caught and nearly die, and then form a nice happy story afterwards. All you've done here was pretty damn selfish if you ask me, because while you went off to play hero, the rest of us were trapped on the ground, all because we don't have wings."
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 4:59 pm
Tibarn just stared at her for a while, because after a little while she just completely stopped making sense. He was the king of the Herons, so he had every right to put a grave in Serenes Forest. Especially if the deceased was a (honorary) Hawk Tribe member. He had known Ayra for a long time, but hadn't recognized how close they were until they were imprisoned together and had to depend on one another. Slowly, he stood, his eyes narrowing, as Lyre downplayed Vaherian's worth, his hands spread on the table, and he silenced her by pounding his fist on the wood.
"I don't have to listen to this. I could never have forgiven myself if I didn't try to rescue Vah, for her sake, for Janaff's sake, for Stefan's sake... What happened after that is irrelevant, because I've had enough glory that I don't need to run off and put my neck down just to show off. I'm the king of the ******** birds, and so if I decide a morph is worth saving, that's my ******** business, and I certainly don't need to listen to a lowly, sad little kitten crying because I flew away. Unless you spontaneously grow a mane, I don't really need to listen to anything you have to say, so why don't you just run back to Gallia and leave the Hawks to their own business?" He growled and stepped past her, heading upstairs. He was sure he would regret that behavior later if Caineghis came calling, but right now she had struck enough sour notes to sufficiently piss off the Hawk King, and he wasnt taking back a word.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 5:13 pm
"Right, you do that, take your new Beorc pet and do whatever the hell you want, 'King!'" Lyre fumed, her anger visible. There was a butter knife laying on the table, and the cat grabbed it and slammed it downward into the wooden table hard enough for wood splinters to fly around the room.
She made a resolution that she'd rather deal with the crows and ravens over hawks any day, while she slammed the door of Fefga's house behind her and went to efficiently brood in the newly returned FEF castle.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:26 pm
*passes Lyre on way back to Fefga's house*
Oh hello again Lyre. How's it been?
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