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 Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:02 pm
The hurricane had hit Zimbali hard. Literally. Being a wanderer with no real home, she was literally flung about by the strong wind, breaking her leg. She had been able to set the bone and wrap it up with cloth caked in a mud and dirt mixture to make it harden. She however was not going to let this stop her from doing things. Not in the least.
She had been working, be it ever so slowly with her leg, on making bricks out of mud, clay, and ground rocks, which she was working on now near her little lake. She was always drawn to this lake, mainly because she always hoped that a certain God of Lust would pay her another visit. She enjoyed his company, and not in the pervy way either...well maybe a bit in the pervy way but she would never admit that to anyone out loud.
She hummed to herself as she mixed her homemade brick recipe as she looked over at the ones that she had drying in molds in the limited amount of sunlight in the forest clearing where the lake was located. Here is where she wanted to settle down, and she was going to make sure she was going to remain safe this time.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 6:34 pm
 Dante had been walking along the lake, dragging a stick behind him and making a line in the sand and rocks. There was an awful lot of debris about still from the hurricane that had hit the island. Thankfully Telrunya City had remained protected, nestled in the sky as it was. He'd come across many Pae, of all types, struggling to clean up and repair and rebuild their homes. He'd helped where he could, living out his call to goodness by the Guardians, but he could never linger for long in one place.
Today, though, is an exception! Today he has no classes, and no obligations, so he'd let his wanderlust take over and see what he can see. In the distance, he hears humming. Oh jeez, another person. He gnaws on his lower lip. He'd encountered all sorts of Pae in his wanderings, and not all of them had been followers of the Guardians. He's always unsure how to act around these backward Pae. Obviously he's superior to them, being one of the chosen few of the Guardians, but it was his job, then, to turn these wayward children back toward the light. Surely. But it was so difficult when he couldn't speak....! Perhaps the Guardians were testing him.
Lost in these thoughts, Dante doesn't see the sweet-faced brown Fae until he's definitely in plain view of her. Oh dear. He freezes. He blushes and scuffs the ground with his foot. She'd had to have seen him.
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Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2012 11:44 am
Zimbali couldn't help but giggle as she watched the angel wander in, not noticing her until he was rather close. She stopped what she was doing and waved to him, a welcoming smile on her face.
"Well hello dere," she said with a slight nod. "I wasn't expectin' company any time soon, dats for sure," she commented with a small laugh before looking around, just to see if perhaps he had brought any friends with him. It didn't seem to be true.
"Well, my name is Zimbali," she said, introducing herself. "I'd get up to shake ya hand, but as you can see," she said, motioning to her cast, "I am a bit immobile right now..."
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 2:52 pm
Dante smiles a bit and waves back politely. He notices that this Pae is a Fae, born of the Guardians but not Chosen, like the angel or demon types.
He battles the superiority he feels welling up inside himself. He should pity her, not be smug. Besides, she appeared to be hurt!
Realizing that she'd spoken her name, Dante walks closer, writing Dante on his pad of paper and showing it to her. At least he was fairly confident that she could read Common, unlike some of the other Pae he'd met in his wanderings.
He looks at her leg. It looks like it's hurting her quite a lot. He isn't terribly confident in his healing abilities yet, but it wouldn't be right not to at least try. He couldn't make it worse, at the very least. He writes more on his pad: I have a few healing powers; I could at least make your leg less painful, if you wish. He shows it to her. She has a nice smile.
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