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 Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2007 1:17 pm
{A little RP with Van to introduce Nicholas Promethus Ashamod to the caravan. Yay!}
Less than a day into his “adventure,” Nich was worn out. Who knew that traveling alone could be so boring? And one could only talk to a horse so long before being labeled as insane. It was true, he had met many people wandering to and from Tempranillo, but none so far had been memorable enough to recall after an hour. If he was hoping to make a legacy, he would have to do more than pass the odd traveling merchant.
At random, Nich had decided to head toward the marsh—and instead of going through Temp like any sane boy would do, he went from his home on the northwest side around the city, and began heading southeast from there. He trusted Gray, the old family horse, to tell him if anything were to happen. Most people would find putting their life in the hooves of an old horse to be unwise, but Nich’s blonde little brain would not hear otherwise.
He was soon startled from his half-dozing state when a spoon hit him on the head—they were heading down a rather steep hill, and the boy was bold enough to not securely fasten his cutlery. At the bottom of this ridiculous hill he spotted a loose cluster of wagons. Unsure of what a caravan like this could mean, he decided to skirt around one end and take a peek at what exactly was happening in this train. He stopped in front of a wagon that looked to be the head of it. The van seemed quiet for the moment, so he chose to pause a while and observe the wagon, making up stories in his head about who this wagon could belong to.
{And now he’s just waiting for Val. J Hope this provides enough opportunity for a reply… XD I suck a bit at starting things.}
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2007 5:51 pm
Inside the wagon, Valelldia sat on a short wooden bench that had been dyed purple by her mother- a stain difficult to come across in nature, and one that was prone to fading even after its careful application. This one was well worn- even a gypsy couldn't keep the laws of nature from eventually taking their course- but it was well used, and thought of fondly by her daughter as a reminder of the dark, proud woman who had been a wagonmother as well. That is, when Valelldia thought about it at all. More often than not, it was forgotten- or at least misplaced in her mind- merely as a piece of furniture well suited for its place beneath her eastern window, something she could use to sit upon and muse in the direction of the sunlight. Today was one of those days- her eyelids were heavy with the warmth and the wheels of her mind turning at a very comfortable crawl- but it didn't take her more than a few moments to register the newcomer that was coming around the front of her wagon- as the curtains at the front of her leadseat had caught on their leathers and were ajar.
Valelldia called without moving, drowning in the warmth of the day, "Hello there stranger. Would you like to come in for some RoseHip Cordial? The curtain is open- or the door at the back."
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 6:16 am
Nich managed to muffle a startled yell. He composed himself and cleared his throat, saying as grandly as he could, "Erm, sure." He dismounted his wagon and decided to go for the back entrance. Not sure whether he should barge in or not, he knocked lightly twice and hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself.
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