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 Posted: Sun Aug 23, 2015 12:02 pm
Her palm certainly stung, but the biting pain was well worth it. It was a confirmation that Dris'rynne had managed to follow through on her grandfather's teachings after all. Maybe now he would allow her to work on her own projects instead of cleaning up after him. Honestly, she was surprised that despite his distaste for Obans, that the older man wasn't bothering them. He remained suspiciously quiet, and that worried her.
"Sometimes the best things are the simplest." Moving from her sharpening wheel, Dris'rynne moved to a little table and laid the blade bare under the natural light that filtered through a hole in the roof. She fumbled through a basket of leather straps, searching for one in particular and finally pulling it free. The bit was close enough to the blades original material that she felt safe enough to use it. Wrapping this sword in Shifter colors would have been an odd form of slavery, anyway. Better to let it be true to itself, and serve it's mistress that way. "So...your government works because of fear tactics?" Dris clucked her tongue as she worked. "Deplorable. Any groups strength lies within it's numbers, and your King really is an idiot if he doesn't realize that. Your homeland is in for another war; just this time it won't cross the border." Civil war sounded imminent in her mind. The 'common folk' as Shalvesta called them wouldn't take well to being treated like slaves. It didn't seem like anyone living in that damn desert could get along for the time it took to blink their eyes.
Finishing up, she turned the weapon so as to get a feel for it, and handed it back off to Shalvesta for inspection. It wasn't up to the level of her grandfather, but then again, the Oban wasn't likely to know that. "How's this?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 11, 2015 9:33 pm
Nodding, Shalvesta watched as the girl continued her work, going quiet. It was true - then again, that was why she was fleeing away to the north, wherever it was she settled down. She loved her land - truly, she did. But was she selfish for fleeing from it, during such a time when hard work was necessary? ... Yes, she was. But that shame wasn't enough to convince her to turn around and go home.
"... Or so I've found. I may not be the best at understanding the politics of it, however." She mumbled, embarrassed at having explained such things to someone who, until recently, had been on the opposite side of a war. Gingerly, she accepted the offered blade, gazing at the sharpness with relief and pleasure. Standing from her seat, Shalvesta gripped the blade and let it settle against her hands - the leather was still stiff, in places, but would soften under her hand, soon enough. "Much better - thank you." Pink eyes turned to the scarred girl, offering a small smile.
She would have to take better care of it, in her travels - sharpen it more, apply the proper oils and maintain the grip so the wet humidity of Jauhar didn't ruin the leathers. But for now it would suffice - and hopefully she would be able to find work, wherever she settled, so she could afford such luxuries.
Once she had returned the sword to its sheath, Shalvesta tugged her back over her shoulder and snapped it open, digging inside until she'd retrieved the plump fruit, which she promptly held out for the younger girl to take, as was her right. "I hope your sisters realize what lengths you went for this." She joked, laughing softly. They had spoken enough that Shalvesta had relaxed, but now that they'd moved back to business as usual she felt somewhat nervous once more - out of place and uncertain if, now, she was expected to skitter from the forge, her presence no longer needed. Thank you, again, for your help."
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Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 12:31 pm
Shalvesta's smile was met with one of her own. Dris'rynne felt lighter speaking with her than she had in the beginning, which helped her to break through her protective garb. Were it not for the way she looked, Dris'rynne might have thought her a shifter and maybe even someone she might want to speak with again.
Maybe she still could. The only thing holding her back were the stories she'd heard of Oban cruelty; none of which Shalvesta displayed. She might be deceiving you. Which meant she would need to keep her guard up, but what harm could come from extending her hand?
Dris'rynne reached for the fruit, and held it as one would an infant. It was a hard earned prize; one that had placed her far too close to the fire, both literally and figuratively, than she would have liked. Still, it had ended well, and that's what mattered most. "I highly doubt that." She cracked a grin, giving in to a little laugh. They would swarm her with sweet words and hugs until she gave them the fruit, at which point Dris wouldn't see them for the rest of the evening.
"Do you...do you have a place to stay for the night?" She gnawed on her lower lip, shuffling her feet while looking to the older girl. "My parents are gone -they're traveling merchants- so we have space. It's just my sisters and I...and another boarder. She's new to the area, so I've been letting her stay in exchange for work." Dris'rynne shifted on her feet. "Maybe you'd like to do the same? I could use help with the girls while I cook and clean up. It wouldn't be much; all you would have to do is tell them stories or just generally make sure they don't destroy anything. Maybe they'll share this with you." She patted the fruit in her hands gingerly.
Her grandfather would throw a fit if he were to find out she had taken in not only one, but two boarders while her parents were away. It was all temporary, though, and it wasn't as if Dris wasn't a good judge of character.
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Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 11:50 am
Painted Moose omg half a year later and we're almost done with the rp XD haha I'm so sorryyy
The girl was young, and possibly foolish to be offering her home to a stranger, in the same sentence as admitting that she was undefended at home. A surge of protectiveness made Shalvesta almost refuse the offer for hospitality, but hesitation and exhaustion from being so long in unfamiliar territory stayed her tongue. Instead, she paused, giving the young girl a cursory glance as she weighed her options. "That's fair. ...But..." Shalvesta took a breath, then unwound the sword from her belt again, moving to set it gingerly on the work table. "I don't want to be impolite, and wear weapons into your home, when you're being so kind." There - her ultimatum was simple, but at least this way, unarmed, anyone who saw her skulking about wouldn't feel quite as threatened of her accepting a teenager's hospitality. Once done, she turned back to Dris'rynne and offered her another small, now almost shy smile.
"... Thank you. For your kindness, I mean."
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Posted: Wed Nov 18, 2015 9:26 am
There wasn't a single aspect of Dris'rynne that wanted to be as demanding as her grandfather, but his influence was strong. Waiting on an answer made her fidget, as she preferred things to be as smooth and open as possible. Putting herself out there left her...uncomfortable. To pass time she peeled the gloves from her hands, shifting the fruit from arm to arm instead of simply sitting it down.
Her home held more weapons than most, though they were all locked upstairs so the girls wouldn't get their paws on them. She didn't think she would need to use them, and with this sort of offer out in the air Dris seriously hoped she wouldn't come to regret it. Almost on an unconscious impulse she jerked when the older woman removed her sword, then relaxed once more as her eye traveled the length of the weapon. "A polite gesture, but a foolish one." Dris'rynne turned her gaze back to Shalvesta. "Don't leave your sword here; if my grandfather returns, and he will, he'll destroy it. My father set up a storage room in the roots of our family tree. You can put it there if you want."
The action had made Dris'rynne feel just like the young pup her grandfather constantly referred to her as. Why hadn't she been the one to demand that Shalvesta remove her weapons? Even if she could defend herself, her sisters couldn't, and she might not be able to get to them before the Oban did.
That smile though...the shyness that exuded from her wandering warrior profile...it made Dris'rynne take a risk. Shalvesta had already made herself vulnerable by traveling this deep into shifter territory, even going so far as to being in a confined space with strangers. Dris'rynne hadn't thought to strip her of the things that might have brought her some semblance of security.
"Come on, it's close." Dris'rynne pushed open the makeshift door, and held it open for Shalvesta.
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Posted: Thu Dec 10, 2015 9:10 pm
While it was true, the old man would surely melt the sword down rather than let it linger, Shalvesta didn't want to retract the offer. She hesitated, visibly, when scolded, but then relaxed at the proposal. It was agreeable - she'd know where her weapon was, but it would be somewhere 'safe'. "Ah- I hadn't thought of your grandfather. You're right - but... thank you, again." She shrugged her shoulders and gave a small, embarassed smile.
It was yet another unexpected offer, and Shalvesta couldn't tell if the younger girl was foolish, or being kind to her. It made her dread the possibility of letting down that trust, even if she doubted she would remain here for too long. Nodding her head, Shalvesta carefully tied the sword at her hip once again and stepped forward to follow her host.
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