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 Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 10:58 am
  THIS IS A PRIVATE ROLEPLAY BETWEEN -FAYLUN- & -BIKICAKES-.-please do not post without permission!-__________________________________________________________
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Posted: Wed Feb 29, 2012 11:46 am
The sun was settling on Lunaria once again, streaks of red, purple and gold ran across the sky as the wind gave the air a slight chill. Though it was not uncomfortable, infact outside was quite pleasant. Sarangerel looked out of the window of her study, eyes strained from reading scrolls under candlelight. It was then that she was disturbed by a familiar voice, it seemed like the spirits had come aware of a presence that was heading towards the temple. Not a moment after she put down what she was reading and stood from the table did the door to the study open. "Priestess there is a woma-" Began one of her handmaidens, though her words were cut off.
"I know Kairie, I will go and meet her." The Priestess put her mask on her face and wrapped her boa around her shoulders. Kairie looked on, wide eyed and slightly confused. She was still getting used to the fact that the spirits were constantly talking to the long haired woman. Not a thing happened in this temple that she did not know about. "Do you want me to come with you?" She asked curiously, stepping forward to stand at her Priestess's side. It was then that the spirit decided to talk again. "It might be an idea, its odd for someone to be travelling alone by night and the temples are being targeted." It was true, they could never be too safe, not when any night could be the night the Nobles came for them. Though Sara doubted this was the case, even they were not pigheaded enough to send a lone woman.
The spirits did not seem to think her a threat, so she fully intended to treat her as a friend.
"Listen to you both, so paranoid and unsettled. I shall be fine, I am sure its just a traveller. Kairie, make make some tea if you please. I am sure our guest will require refreshment." The spirit disappeared and Kairie looked on like he was never there, it would be a long time until she could hear his voice. Sara thought that she could hear all the spirits as a student, it was surprising how many she could not. Now she heard them all, she was hardly ever found without someone whispering in her ear. The handmaiden nodded and bowed out the room, going to prepare a room for their guest.
Sara made her way out of the temple and it was not long before she met the woman down the path. She was quite stunning, wearing gold and deep pinks. In truth Sara had never seen anyone wear such clothes and even though they left very little to the imagination the other woman looked elegant. Never the less Sara could not help but blush lightly, the woman had the figure to pull such a look off. She, herself, would not be comfortable in such attire though. Never the less, she greeted the other with a small smile, taking in her beauty - she was almost as breathtaking as Van. "Good evening, its not often we get guests at such a late hour. Do you require aid?" She asked, her voice gentle, the cool breeze blowing long strands of teal hair.
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Posted: Sat Mar 10, 2012 7:03 pm
Cursing silently at herself, Ishtar brushed back disheveled strands of hear from her face. The marks on her arms would fade, but the memory of her stupidity surely would stay for a while. She had surely done a lot of idiotic things, but walking directly into a Noble-patron bar and announcing her decision to join the Legionnaire army as soon as she graduated----that was probably one of the greatest errors of her life.
Her run slowing down to a quick walk, Ishtar expected the Noble brutes to be gone now. She had taken all the shortcuts she knew to get here, to the temples of the city. She needed to pray, of course, but sanctuary was what she was looking for the most. Safety. That was becoming one of her major concerns nowadays. Ishtar was starting to realize that living by herself was proving more difficult than before... The street dens where she had stayed as a child had all been destroyed by now, the children recruited---enslaved, as Ishtar saw it---to join Noble armies for the war. Of course, there were also former acquaintances of Ishtar's who had never left the street life, but to them pick-pocketing drew in too little income, and they used their looks to bring in money instead. Blinking back a trickle of emotions, Ishtar reminisced about the past. Now that she was slowly becoming a woman, it was becoming harder and harder to not attract attention in the city. Dancing in the streets was fine some days, but when all was said and done most people spent their money on food instead of watching Ishtar move. The pick pocketing, the circus routines---all those sources of income seemed to be a thing of the past. Ishtar felt a sense of despair slowly fall over her. She had to study at the Academy, but when classes ended for the day, she rarely had food or a place to stay. There were always kind people, of course, but Ishtar was wary of practically everybody now. She couldn't trust herself not to take advantage of them, either.
As she walked down the path towards the temple, Ishtar heard a melodious voice. Walking towards her was an elegant priestess, with the longest hair Ishtar had ever seen flowing along with the wind. She was dressed in lovely layers of clothing, and her bright aqueous eyes seemed to hold infinite wisdom. Ishtar, for her part, tried to hide her awe.
"I'm sorry for appearing here rather unannounced. It's just that...well...." Ishtar paused, not sure how to go on. She wasn't entirely sure if she should reveal anything about herself, at least not until she was sure this woman was a friend. "Are you a priestess? Ishtar asked, attempting to keep the uncertainty out of her voice.
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