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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 3:09 pm
With a gust of wind, a sweep of ivory wings, and a clatter of hooves, Nehanda landed at House #13. A little nervously, she pulled a slip of paper from her bag.
Tahja Estes and Li
#13
-two feathers
The information had come straight from the List left in the Lodge, so this had to be the right place!
Nehanda ran a hand over her braid to smooth down any hair mussed by her flight, and grimaced as she pulled a small twig from the nape of her neck. Maybe she should have brought Foenix? Approaching a stranger like this, even if it was to offer assistance, made her a little bit nervous.
Raising one hand, she formed a gentle fist and knocked on the door.
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 5:57 pm
((I'msosorryforthewait! @x@;; Monday came and went and I forgot we'd had this lined up! ;__; *has been so out of sorts this week*))
"Just a minute!" Kyou grumbled, approaching the door with a sour expression. Tessa was letting Li play on her old guitar again, and one thing was for certain, Gryphons. Could not. Play. The guitar.
BRRRNNNG!
That last note was particularly sour, and caused the cat-boy's ears to whip down flat on either side of his head with a wince.
~Creative expression, it's just creative expression--~
Kyou twitched, another bad note raping his sensitive ears.
~Dammit I HATE CREATIVE EXPRESSION!!~
The door yanked open, and there stood Nehanda on the other side. Kyou had not seen any of the older Aerandir before, the poor boy's first reaction was to blush furiously-- cheeks turning scarlet. WHYWASNTSHEWEARINGANYCLOTHES?!?!
////////////////////////;; "WHA-?! .... C-can I help you?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 19, 2006 6:48 pm
((Oh, poor Tahja! I'm sorry to hear that. I hope things get better! Heh. And I LOVE Kyou's reaction!!!))
Nehanda stared across the threshold at the orange cat-boy. He was about her height, although she was left with the impression that he was shorter. If his eyes got any bigger, they were going to swallow the rest of his face. From within the house, sour notes from some instrument made her sensitive ears drop back against her head, and she just barely resisted wincing. What was that unholy noise?
"Um . . . hi. I'm looking for Tahja? Or Li, if he's here. You're not Tahja, right?" Nehanda felt like an idiot. She'd been under the impression that Tahja was another human woman, just like her own guardian, Foenix. "I'm Nehanda. I'm an Aerandir."
And I'm making an utter fool of myself.
She stood there, exchanging an awkward stare with the boy, and wished the porch would open up and swallow her whole. Her wings rose unconsciously from her back, the feathers fluffing up and standing out to their farthest extent.
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