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 Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 2:45 pm
It had been some time since Ichil's last party. During the war, the only silver lining had been the celebrations of the soldiers to attend at the camp. Oban soldiers celebrated knowing every day might be their last, and they did it with all of their soul. There had been a brave man to dance with every evening, and even a pretty girl here and there. She had met Shalvesta during the first battle and might never have otherwise considering her husband's missing status. Since then, though, there had been the end of the war and... nothing.
All you had to do was watch the signs at the pubs, though. A neighborhood party was coming for everyone living nearby. It was almost too close for Ichil to feel safe from her father's goons but it had been so long, and a girl had needs! Needs to party, that was.
She had arrived in her new outfit while the celebration was in mid-swing. There was a small band of bards and a couple of dancers who had taken up as entertainment, and of course good drink and food brought from shopkeeps and from homes. Ichil was currently sitting on a stone, clapping along and cheering for the musicians with a drink in her hand. She was surrounded by a few other young men and women whom she had never met before but, as per usual, introduced herself to and invaded.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:23 pm
Kiyelt was stepping into the city limits having just located the janarim that he and Ichil had found together. He was now living just outside Leatherback and Bluestones cave, and wanted to let her know about his change of address. The whole act rather made him giddy and nervous at the same time. He rather hoped she cared that he moved but didn't mind it too much in case she wanted to visit, because that wasn't a confusing thought at all was it? He grunted and started to jog along the long hike through the desert diminishing his energy not at all, since it was fueled by thoughts of seeing Ichil again. He felt somewhat magnetized to her, charming and saucy were apparently his flavor. He scanned the crowds and was attracted by a stirring of noise up the street, he wove between people, some frowned at his skin and eyes others ignored him, which he preferred.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:33 pm
The party was, predictably, mostly Ichil's own brown-skinned flavor. Oba was still not the most accepting land in all of Tendaji, and those of other races who had moved to the city often avoided larger gatherings where you couldn't be sure if someone wouldn't start a fight with you. Imagine her surprise then when she saw a long blue ear and a familiar pale streak of hair.
"Kiyelt!" she yelled to him and rocketed from the stone she was sitting on, running and attacking him with a hug. Why was he here again? Did he have more shopping to do?
The young man Ichil had been flirting with thus far in the night stood with a furrowed brow. Hey!
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:41 pm
Kiyelt was suddenly hugged around the middle. Well look at that Ichil had found him. He gave her a bright shining smile before noticing the male she had scorned to go hug him. Hah. He crinkled his eyes merrily at the male, he really couldn't pretend to be her brother now could he. So he hugged her back. "Hey, I was just looking for you! Really, how did you know it was me?!" He snorted. Hard not to spot him in this place. "Nice jam they got going on here, any special occasion I was unaware of?" His arms still lay settled over her, they liked it there and he was reluctant to move them away. It might get him skewered but it was worth it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:49 pm
"You were?" Ichil asked. Not for shopping, not to go back into town for whatever reason, but to see her? Her first thought was: had she done something wrong? The second was: did I leave something at his place? Kiyelt seemed the type to return lost goods for certain, so he could just be here on a trip and looking for her to return something. Either way she couldn't help but grin up at him. His arms lingered. She liked that.
"Oh, no. Just a party!" She took Kiyelt's arms from her shoulders and took his hands. A devious expression had crossed her face, lighted by a smirk. She began to pull him toward the dance floor, the poor homebody beast tamer!
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 3:57 pm
He was still grinning brightly, "Where are we going fair maiden?" He rumbled, nearly purred. It rather looked like he was being bodily dragged to a dance floor by a delicious slip of a girl, except he loved to dance and she didn't know yet. He stifled a chuckle, "Oh the dance floor? Me? But I'm all muscle and sinew Ichil, surely you wouldn't want to dance with me~" He was in so much crap, but he loved it none the less, he especially loved the look on the male Oban's face now, poor sod. He waggled his eyebrows at the other male, even a young one could tell that Kiyelt had more muscle then not and a tan that said he had been in Oba for a really long time. He did his best not to step on her heels and resisted at 1/4 of his strength just enough to make it look almost real.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 4:14 pm
"And what's wrong with that?!" Ichil asked. Oban men were much the same. Just look at the boy she'd been sitting with! The poor dear, he looked so put-off. Ichil offered him a smile and a wave and that was it before they made it to the dance floor with the other couples and groups. She lifted Kiyelt's arm and spun under it, and then began to dance with one hand on his shoulder. "Dance with me!"
Her movements were fluid and sensual, perhaps even a bit graceful. Nobility was expected to know how to dance at parties, but not ones like these. She simply had a natural internal rhythm that her constant celebration had honed and brought out! They were getting a few strange looks, maybe even some angry ones, but she didn't care a whit.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 4:21 pm
Kiyelt faked awkwardness for about half a minute, then he began to spin and whirl along with her using his muscles for all they were worth. On had to be agile and swift and strong as a beast charmer and precise, all of which came in really handy for dance. He swirled around her as she swirled around him another big grin splitting his face. He felt wonderful out here, but it only felt like them and the other couples out there for him, no one else seemed to exist. "Did I mention how much I love dance?" He waggled his eyebrows at her, shocking a few obans who saw them.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 5:16 pm
Ichil was having fun with what she perceived to be a very awkward dancer, but all of a sudden Kiyelt was all practiced moves and muscle. He danced better than the average soldier, she'd dare say! The young woman gave a delighted laugh and danced easily with the Ice man, laughing and touching and twirling. her handmade skirt was acting precisely as she'd wanted it to, and she hoped it framed her figure well... for Kiyelt. Screw that other guy, what had his name even been?
"You hadn't, you sly raptrix you," she laughed, "but I can't say I'm not pleased!" She couldn't wipe the grin from her face as they moved together, taking up perhaps a bit more floor than the others and drawing a bit more attention, but who cared? All she saw was the big blue beast tamer and his rippling form.
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2016 7:40 pm
grasshopper pie I hope this is how you wanted it :3 If not let me know and Ill edit it around He was rather happy with her raptrix comparison. She was beauty itself on the floor and he had more fun in that moment then he had had in years. Flying across the floor with someone who could match him step for step in dance, in whit and she rather passed him by in spirit which just made him want to strive to be better for her. Soon even the other dancers fell away from his mind, clear and pure all was Ichil. That was until his hair felt like it was standing on end, danger, the emotional currents around them had gotten downright violent, he glanced around. "Is there a problem out here Ichil? There are some people with not very happy faces coming." He had spent far too much time around flesh eaters to not notice a predator approaching.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 7:49 am
Ichil was fairly certain she had never had this much fun dancing before, but all of a sudden Kiyelt stopped. She slowed to a stop herself and her smile slowly faded.
"What is it?" she asked, almost expecting to see the others standing in a great circle around them, ready to attack in a great spurt of racism, but no, everyone was still dancing. She turned to follow Kiyelt's gaze and immediately saw what he meant. Her father's goons! Specifically his personal assistant and two servants. If they caught her, her cover was blown and the fun was over. "Come on!" she yelled to Kiyelt and immediately turned to run for the group she had been sitting with previously to retrieve her crossbow. They had to move, and quickly! The goons picked up the pace just as she did, but didn't dare jog or run and raise more suspicion.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:16 am
Kiyelt raced after her, thankful that the dancing had warmed him up perfectly for a run but he was conscious that he had done a lot of traveling today and hoped that when they got wherever they were going that he wouldn't be too tired. He leaped and sprang and dodged and ducked, he didn't look back but kept focused on Ichil making sure she didn't trip if she did he would simply pick her up and put her back on her feet, if he tripped well that would be more complicated and he didn't want to run her over by accident either. "Who are they?" he might have a better chance if he knew who was chasing them in case it came to a fight, then he would know how hard to fight.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:32 am
Ichil did not trip. The young man she had been sitting with tried to grab her arm and tell her something but she yanked back and didn't really hear, whatever it was. It probably wasn't very nice so she didn't really mind. She slung her quiver over her back and continued running, just trying to get as far away as she could and lose the men in the city. She would spend tonight with Kiyelt if it killed her. What if she was home the next time he visited? Her father certainly wouldn't let him call on her! What if she never saw him again?!
"They're my father's watchdogs!" Ichil called to Kiyelt. She dodged down an alley and began to run behind several tall residential buildings. She cursed under her breath. She should have known she was too close! "We just need to lose them! They'll give up eventually!" But where should they hide out?
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:46 am
Kiyelt was happy that he was with her and she evidently would know the city much better then he, the Beast Tamer was already quite lost along the side streets and had no time to enjoy the views well besides Ichil's butt because well he was still male. "Your father's watch dogs? Why don't you let me watch you?" He snorted, now was probably not the time for jokes but well he was happy and a happy Kiyelt liked to joke. "Surely your too old for a babysitter." At least he really hoped so, fear sliced him for a little bit as they ran, What if she was younger then she looked? No, she had her weapon already so it had to be something else going on here.
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2016 11:54 am
For a moment, Ichil felt guilty. It showed in her expression when she looked up to Kiyelt. What he knew of her was all half-truths and veils, and she really honestly enjoyed his company. That was how it had to be, though. Her nobility kept her from the rest of the world.
"Well, see, that's the thing," she said and jumped up to grab the top of a wall and pulled herself up. She'd noticed that the crossbow really had been helping her upper body strength. She waited atop it for Kiyelt, offering him her hand as she crouched. "I haven't been telling you the truth. I'm nobility." And thus really, really not supposed to be out here.
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