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Salis
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-01 22:00     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Salis paused and smiled at Enid. She wasn't quite certain why, but she liked this foreigner. Perhaps it was simply because she was a farmer, perhaps it was because of her no-nonsense manner; perhaps it was simply because Enid was another outsider in a place where Salis was herself an outsider.

"Stay with me, Enid. I don't know who these people are, but I'll do anything to get them out of my house."

So saying, she brushed her wet hair out of her face again, and turned back towards her cabin.

Of course, that was when Vallon chose to appear, thus scaring Salis out of a year's life at least.

"Hail, Salis, defender of Arcadia. I come peacefully…will you speak with me? It will not take over long."

Almost in time with her startled cry, she swung the scythe, instinctively lashing out at the intruder. The blade stopped mere inches from Vallon's head, and Salis glared at him with quicksilver eyes.

A final flash of lightning illuminated her tanned, tattooed face--a tattoo that was remarkably similar to many clan markings and decidedly un-Arcadian. She growled at him, every nerve on edge.

"You are on dangerous ground. I shall give you thirty heartbeats to tell me why I should not water my crops with your blood, M'wasai." The final word was an outright hiss; a sound of hatred and fear.

And then it became clear to Enid and to the stumbling Freyr. This man who had just appeared before Salis, addressing her as if he knew her, was one of Arcadia's enemies; a member of those the Guide had called The Forgotten.






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Lorentil
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-01 22:06     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Lorentil heard the storm stop, as much as he felt the shifting of energy around him. What an odd sensation...even more fascinating considering that it was this woman who was manipulating the power and controlling the storm. The sheer scope of her power was beginning to awe him a little. He smiled at her reassuringly.

"There is no need for apologies; were it not for your remarkable talents, Arcadia itself could be under assault. You spared my city, and it seems you have even managed to drive our enemies to seek shelter. There are strangers in Saliseiren's home."

He glanced to the door, but was making no indication that he had any intention to follow the absent Salis and Enid.


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Vallon
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-02 08:01     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Piercing blue eyes glared back at this woman that dared call him a M’wasi? He would have to forgive her, for surely she knew not of how to tell the difference between tribes, yet, she worn tattoos upon her that spoke another tale. The strange weapon she held did not bother him in the least, his eyes glancing down between them, and watched hers follow where an arrow shaft stood between them. Their eyes met once more.

”I believe we understand one another, to an extent, as we are both on dangerous ground. First, I am Vallon, Elder of the K’rique tribe. I am not a member of the M’wasi, as you seem to think. M’wasi use spears, where we have adapted to our surroundings and hunt with bows.” He shrugged, holding his hands forth to show he was unarmed, but failed to mention he had taken opportunity to learn ways to fight without weapons. Not well, but enough to escape if need be. “I have come to speak with you on matters. You should know that it was one of the outsiders that has decided the fate of Arcadia for you. He who fired the arrow that killed one of the young Papai of the M’wasi has made that choice. Although the K’rique do not seek war with Arcadia, neither do we allow such senseless killing. What the M’wasi tribe was doing, where they were going, is beyond me. I came forward to seek out what those of Arcadia sought to do now that the barrier that separates them from the world has fallen. To see if they would come forward and share their knowledge, or keep it to themselves as they have all this time.” He noted the movements of the one that had killed the Papai of the M’wasi. Four bows from his scouting party fixed upon the outsider.

”I have thus come to declare upon you a state of conflict. We do not seek to do war upon your person, nor any person in Arcadia, but we will not accept your presence anywhere in those lands that we are swore to protect. Enter them at your own peril. It is also quite possible, now that one has died, there will be a general call of the tribal leaders to meet, bringing about the very real possibility of war between all tribes and Arcadia. I can say with all confidence that those Papai have quit running away and are now on the way back with a band of blooded warriors that will not scare so easily from a storm such as the one your witch brought about.” He stopped for long moments. ”Please pass my compliments to the weather witch for the beauty of her creation. Only the Great Spirit has surpassed her splendour, and my fellow Vos Negate wish to add their admiration as well. We could have done without the hailstones, however.” He finished, straight-faced, the last added as an after-thought.

”One thing more, Salis, defender of Arcadia. The people that occupy your cabin are not of any tribe that I know of, and I know most. I believe they are outsiders. No tribal member would be caught within a place such as this. May the Great Spirit bring wisdom to you, before it is too late and we are forced to meet each other upon the path of destruction. I do hope that I have kept within my time limit of thirty heartbeats. If not, I do apologise. Farewell, Salis.”

With this, he reached slowly up and turned, walking off into the darkness, re-tying the leather thong around his long black hair. It was time he returned to his tribe and informed them of what had transpired so far.

”As to why you should not water the ground with my blood, Salis? Mayhap because I have thus been honourable in my dealings…maybe you should as well?” She heard his whispered call come back on a slight wind. He had disappeared as if into thin air.


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Enidriel
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-03 12:28     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
As Vallon spoke, Enid had shifted her weight from foot to foot, awaiting any order Salis might give as to how to deal with this man. She herself had mixed feelings; he seemed wise enough and indeed made no move to harm anyone so far, but Salis had made the impression that this man was not to be trusted, and Enid knew to rely on other's instincts when in their lands. Not to mention that Enid trusted the like-minded Salis thoroughly, and admired her for many reasons she could not identify and would never voice.

She glanced at Freyr, then at Salis, then back at the disappearing Vallon. "And I thought I'd met strange people on my journeys," she whispered to herself. Then, looking at the farmhouse, she added to Salis, "I think your houseguests might be getting impatient."

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Salis
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-05 06:12     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Salis stood implacable throughout Vallon's speech, her quicksilver eyes brooding. She waited until he was out of sight before lowering the blade of her scythe.

"Great Spirit, my arse." Salis scowled and spat on the ground, as if the name were distasteful. She scraped at the mud with her boot, erasing Vallon's footprints as if they would erase the memory of the man. It seemed almost ceremonial, or ritualistic.

Salis frowned, and looked then to Enid.

"It would appear we are on our own to deal with these intruders, Enid. We can rely only on ourselves...all I ask is that the blood we spill not stain my rug--I've only finished weaving it last holy day."

A bit of a mischievious smile played on Salis's face and she hefted the scythe.


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Enidriel
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-06 12:24     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
"Weaving is a laborious chore, isn't it? That's why I got married: everyone needs a man for such tedious jobs."

Enid did not laugh, but focused on the task at hand. As she prepared for whatever was about to happen next, she searched her mind for the old warrior codes. It was in one memory, she knew, but the words...

She had stood by her brother as he was handed the ceremonial red-tipped arrow. He accepted it, bowed, and watched as the high-scholar handed a like one to Enid, then moved on. When he had handed out all ten, he stood before them and bowed a final time.

"Remember the codes..."

Damn the codes! she thought. What good are codes if you can't remember them?

One was starting to come back to her faintly, but to her mind it was probably the least useful she could have remembered.

"Thank the goddess after each battle."

"After each battle," she said aloud. "Some good that does me beforehand. Nevertheless, I am ready."

She held her blade at arm's legnth before her and raised her staff behind her to the sky.


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Malkuren
Tiram

Posted: 2002-06-06 18:19     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Those within the house had sat there like a normal family, or what they thought would look like a normal family, and acted as if having a meal of bread and dried beef.

Malkuren remained behind the door, his breathing checked and his body relaxed, anything may come of the next few moments when the people come through the door. Blood shed, mabye, hopefully not. His thoughts were interrupted by the door slambing into his head as the half-arcadian threw it open. He forced himself not to make a sound, nor to become invisible... it was hard.

Those sitting eating, forgetting the roles as a family and flowed to their feet, hands at the ready inside their cloaks.

Malkuren cursed quietly under his breath and moved out from behind the door, his invisible form slowly shimmering into view to those who stood in the door way. He put on his best smile and said in his usual quiet, calm and carrying tone.

"Good afternoon, don't attack us, we mean no harm."


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Katalyna
Grand Duke

Posted: 2002-06-07 11:52     Profile;   E-mail   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
She frowned slightly, noticing that she was alone with Lorentil and that the others had followed Enidriel and Salis out of the barn.

"Shouldn't we follow them?" she asked, her voice very soft. She peered around cautiously and stood, looking for some sort of weapon.

"Blessed Lady..." she murmured, picking up a stick. It looked fairly decent, she noted absently, reaching under her skirt.

She pulled out a small hunting dagger from a sheath concealed on her thigh, and began to shape a rough point with it on the end of the stick. Dagger and pointy stick in hand, she grinned at Lorentil.

"Are you coming?" she asked casually.


~If you wanna kiss the sky better learn how to kneel...
On yer knees, boy.~

Forever Mistress of the Rose
~ BDSM ~ RONIN ~ Evenstar ~


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Salis
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-09 04:33     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
"Good afternoon, don't attack us, we mean no harm."

Salis brandished the scythe, and it stopped just shy of the stranger's neck, just as it had with Vallon.

She kept her icy gaze locked with the stranger, and motioned Enid forward with her other hand. Just knowing that Enid was there helped to calm her...Enid would watch her back. And though the question dogged at her subconscious--exactly -who- would Enid be protecting her from?

"You mean no harm, and I mean to find some answers. You tresspass, Outlander. You and your companions are uninvited in my house. Explain yourself, before my friend and I are forced to ruin my decor with your blood."

Salis wasn't the most articulate or the most tactful of people; but she always found a way to get her point across.



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Lorentil
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-09 04:59     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Life in Arcadian society must be odd indeed, if all Arcadians had eyes that conveyed emotion as well as Lorentil. Almost disconcerting the way they'd transform from quicksilver to glass to quartz, and then to a calm and serene ghostly blue.

He was looking at her in that strange, head-tipped way, only now realizing what she had already noticed. That they were alone in the barn.

Lorentil drew a long and slow breath, and seemed almost saddened for a moment when she produced the dagger from her skirts. He reached one hand out, and then stopped, his fingertips a mere inch or two away from the blade, and the wicked point it was carving into the make-shift spear.

Then his hand fell away, and he ran it through his tousled hair. He looked almost embarrassedly resigned.

"I...I fear I cannot arm myself as you do. It is forbidden, Katalyna. A grave sin it would be..."

He sighed again, and he frowned as he looked towards the door. He seemed to be debating something that was deeply troubling.

Then finally he turned his gaze and his attention back to Kat, and he was smiling that same intense smile.

"But I will not allow you to be unescorted. I cannot arm as you do, but I am not without means of wounding our foes."

His eyes glittered again as his form was lined with that odd aura. He reached out again, and rested his hand upon hers. Now hs smile had an edge of eagerness to it.

"Let us see what your storm has driven to ground, Gloradan."


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Enidriel
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-09 07:11     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Enid, quite cocky after their triumphant entry, looked around the room at the other men. They looked to be reaching for a weapon, if only to make sure it was there.

"And what might you fellas be doing, eh? Hands up, or my friend here will cut out your friend's throat. Nothing personal, gentlemen, just get your hands up."

She looked back at Salis, who was waiting for an answer from the stranger. Enid knew that her show had delayed this process and bit her lip, her gaze returning to the other men. "Terribly sorry. Proceed."


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Katalyna
Venrii

Posted: 2002-06-09 12:01     Profile;   E-mail   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
She smiled slightly at Lorentil and nodded, her makeshift pointy stick at the ready. Cautiously she crept towards the house, her eyes on the entrance. She heard Salis and Enidriel both begin to speak and she smiled, abeit slightly visciously.

"Lady guide us..." She crept in even more cautiously, her eyes alert, and ever at the ready.


Soshite bokutachi wa mata aeru hazu sa
Kokoro wa sugu soba ni iru
Donna ni hanarete itemo...

~ RONIN ~ PMS ~


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Malkuren
Tiram

Posted: 2002-06-09 20:14     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Malkuren blinked at her, the sides of his mouth twitching as if to force back a smile. His hand moved up very quickly, result of training and perhaps many battles. The hand finding itself upon the shaft of the Scythe, effectively stopping it from moving any more toward his neck. He then proceeded to look down at the floor and force the smile back for good before looking up and nodding to Salis.

"Was there a sign upon the door saying, 'An Arcadians House, Its empty but do not enter'? I was just wondering now, how is it that an Arcadian has a farm house... so far from Arcadia?" That smile crept onto his face once more before he continued. "Anyway, my group and I, come in here to wait out the sudden storm... But that, alas, was not our only motives... We were sent by our Tribal leader to observe the world outside of the great desert. We found that by observing your strange group, made of one and half Arcadians and a few other peoples, was perhaps the best way to observe the world. Many peoples joined together by a common cause... almost brings a tear to my eye... almost. By observing you, we have also observed the other tribes that have been following you... wishing for your demise. We on the other hand are not wishing for your demise... We wish, for perhaps, friendship..?"

His men were all at the ready, none seemed to even notice the words spoken to them. But their eyes moved over all those within the room. One persons eyes looked distant... perhaps he was seeing what was outside the house... All had weapons ready however...



|~Malkuren~|
Veni Vidi Vici
http://www.geocities.com/chronicals_of_destinies/Malkuren.htm


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Lorentil
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-10 03:38     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Though she smiled at him, and he felt warmed by that smile, there was still something nagging at the edges of his perception. It was...disconcerting...to see such anticpation for conflict in a woman. Especially a woman as remarkably beautiful as this Katalyna was. So strange...and so un-Arcadian. The incongruity of it all had him a bit spellbound, though he would certainly never admit it. She was a mystery, this one...this strange half-elf with the hair of dawn and the blessings of water; she with the sweet tears and the gentle smile...and now with spear in-hand and looking quite capable of using it. Her fingers had known how to wield the dagger, of that he was certain.

Yet he lingered at her side, feeling in a sense a bit lost, surrounded by strong-willed women lead by the half-caste.

They approached the door, the conversation of the strangers carrying easily to their ears, and Lorentil frowned to himself. The collapse of the barrier had indeed brought many dangers to Arcadia.

"Strangers all amongst us," he whispered, mostly to himself. "If we cannot find the Libram, all shall be lost."

He silenced himself, breathing deeply, the aura still glowing around his form as he stood behind Katalyna. He thought on the words of this stranger...that there were other tribes even now outside, watching them, hoping for their demise. Subconsciously, as if he thought it might have been the right thing to do, Lorentil let his hand rest gently in the small of Katalyna's back; a simple gesture.

Of course, being the mage-priest that he was and utterly inexperienced with conventional battle, Lorentil hadn't the faintest clue that his aura made him stand out like the sun at night--an easy, welcome target to any hostile eyes that might have been watching.

Had he known of Salis' words with Vallon, he might have rethought his positioning. He was vulnerable, there was no doubt about that. Yet such thoughts never occured to him as he waited in tense silence for Salis' response, and wondered what these strong women might do if they were provoked.


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Salis
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-10 04:03     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
It took a great effort of will not to laugh out loud at Enid's remarks. Instead, Salis shared a conspiratorial and admiring smirk with the woman.

I like her style!

Salis looked around the room, and lowered her scythe just enough to show she was willing to listen. For the moment.

"Terribly sorry, I'm afraid my sign is being fixed at the moment. And for what it's worth, everything that lies within the Barrier lies within the embrace of Arcadia, no matter the distance." He had inadvertantly hit upon a sore spot with Salis, but she wasn't about to go into her reasons for living so far away from the city with a complete stranger. For all she knew, these were the people who had stolen the Libram!

"But you are right in that we are being followed. We are being tracked by those that have invaded our city, and stolen that which is most sacred to us. These outlanders have allied with Arcadia, and I will offer you the same choice."

Salis' silver-grey eyes grew cold then, and it seemed her expression would never grow warm again.

"Stand with us to redress what has been done, or leave my house and join the ranks of those who hunt our lives."

Hopefully, no one would guess how much over her head she was; and if there truly was a god still out there that favored her even a little, Lorentil would still be in the barn and never hear a word of what she was saying.


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Malkuren
Tiram

Posted: 2002-06-10 07:40     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
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"We are being tracked by those that have invaded our city, and stolen that which is most sacred to us."



Malkuren blinked at that one sentence... That invaded the Arcadian city and stole what was sacred to them... That means that the Libram has been stolen. By those that follow her? The Many tribes? But how? How could they get into Arcadia when the great shield stopped those on the outside from getting in and those on the inside from getting out. It must have been someone from Arcadia who brought it out." His eyes slowly rose and looked from each of those that assembled except his own people. His eyes critical as he looked them all up and down before returning them to Salis. His eyes level with hers.

"We will help you." And that was all he said before he brought his hand up and to one side of his body, his odd fingers extended the other two down. Malkuren's people all drew back their cloaks and crossed their arms over their chests. It would seem to any normal person that these people where walking armouries, and one would wonder how the hell these people can move so fast and so silently with so many weapons attached to their bodies.

They all had a Falchion with long hilts and long broad blades within tan leather sheathes attached to their left sides. A loop at the hip and at the mid left thigh held the sheathe steady. The thigh sheathe able to be unfastened at will. They all wore skin tight black leather clothing and all had a throwing knive belt around their waists filled with throwing knives and to each side of them crossbow bolts were slid into small sheathes. A small light crossbow was attached by a loop to the right side of their bodies.

One could see perfectly that some of those crossbows were cocked and loaded, ready to fire. On some of the other Ninjuati the loops on their left thighs holding the scabbards where released. It was quite clear that these people were experienced fighters, and by their looks perhaps they were the undesirable fights... assassins.

Malkuren smiled at the half Arcadian and motioned her in. "Please, do not let me keep you from entering your home... would you like one of my group to make some food to eat?" A questioning look upon his face as he said this.




|~Malkuren~|
Veni Vidi Vici
http://www.geocities.com/chronicals_of_destinies/Malkuren.htm


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Enidriel
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-11 10:20     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Enid lowered her dagger and staff and stared at these men. She wondered how they could sit down without injuring themselves, but then again there were a lot of very odd things going on with this group so she thought about it no more at that moment.

Then, as if with a sudden burst of inspiration, she remembered another code: "Eyes to all sides."

She turned quickly, almost expecting another intruder but finding instead Lorentil, shining with a glow that could have further blinded a mole.

Irritatedly, she whispered to Salis, "Does he have a dimmer function?"

To be honest, he wasn't that bad, but she could see that stealth would not be one of their assets on this quest. But then what did she know? She didn't even have a sword... a sword! The quest!

"If I am in the place to make a suggestion," she began, a little louder. "Aside from the fact that the only person offering food here should be Salis, the only food of interest right now should be the kind for travel. It was my understanding that we were in a hurry to return the Libram. Now I may have misunderstood, as is my way to often do. But if we are the hunted that I keep hearing we are, we must leave and leave immediately."

She turned to Salis.

"I believe you said I could borrow a sword?"


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Vallon
Siquan

Posted: 2002-06-12 07:47     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
Vallon disappeared into the darkness, concentrating very hard upon his focus and remaining so until he returned to his group, which were not all that far away.

Turning, he went up and across, moving silently up to the house and listening intently to what was said, although he did tend to miss a few parts, save for this odd tribe that was joining Salis upon whatever journey she was about to make.

~The Libram?~ He thought to himself. ~But who could steal the Libram when none of us could even see the barrier? This Arcadians, with all their knowledge, have the common sense of a pile of stone.~

'Glowing'

'Whom?'

'weather witch friend'

'give warning'

No sooner than he mindspoke than two arrows flashed toward the building, one slamming hard into either side of the doorway, dead center of where the head of Lorentil and Katalyna would have been if the aim had been moved inward by six inches.

'done'

Vallon moved, realizing that these people were not really prepared for the world beyond Arcadia, and did not have a large grasp of what some things might mean. They may wish to interpret the arrows as an attack, and not a warning. He hoped that there would be one among them that would note the blunted heads upon the arrows, and would therefore recognize that, although they could kill, they were used mainly as warnings and to disable.

'others come'

'who?'

'K'rique'

~What would others from our tribe be doing coming this way? Something was not right, and he intended to find out what.~

'intercept'

Agreement returned to him on the mindspeech and he began to move out. He had to stop those that were coming forward, or at least find out why. Those within Salis's house were prepared to fight, and he was not prepared to lose more of his people at the moment.

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Malkuren
Tiram

Posted: 2002-06-12 10:06     Profile;   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
One of the Ninjuati turned his far away eyes moving toward the exact spot that Vallon was at listening. His voice also seemed far away, although it came from his lips. "Malkuren... Listener. Outside, directly ahead... wait... He is going... I believe he has learnt all he wanted to know. I was not sure, but I senced psychic energy in him and more psychic energy coming to him. Perhaps a primative mind messaging ability."

Malkuren glanced to the man and nodded. [i]Goody, one of the other tribes has learnt what we have said. They now know of the my tribe, Ninjuati, and perhaps my people are at risk now.[i] His eyes moved to the female member of his tribe.
"Return to the tribe and inform them that we have been found out about and to ready for an attack of some kind. Also tell them that we are going to help the Arcadians with their quest."

The woman nodded and drew her cloak around her form. She then moved out the back door and sprinted into the forest, then used her many skills to keep out of the other tribes way.

Malkuren looked to Salis. "You are now the leader of the group, but my tribe will not follow your orders. Ask first of me and I will do what I can. I'd say we need to go and now."


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Katalyna
Venrii

Posted: 2002-06-15 09:22     Profile;   E-mail   Homepage Edit   Reply w/Quote
She had remained quiet throughout all the tension, and she was faintly aware of Lorentil's hand on the small of her back. She reflected suddenly, on how long it had been since someone had touched her like that.

...far too long her in opinion. She had a sudden desire to curl up into his arms and let him hold her, and at least keep her semi-safe. She knew how to protect herself, and she had the tools in which to do so... but somtimes, it was nice to let someone else do the protecting.

"Well..." she murmured softly, before stifling a yawn. "I have to agree, food is an excellent option." she said again, even softer. She forced herself to stand a little straighter, the exertion of earlier starting to weigh heavily upon her. ...and a bed... she whispered softly, not caring if Lorentil or anyone else heard her. She felt as weak as a cat who had just had a litter of kittens.

Unconsciously, she pressed back against Lorentil's hand, allowing the warmth of his hand to help keep her awake on her feet and upright. She turned to him and flashed a grateful smile, before turning back to the others.


Soshite bokutachi wa mata aeru hazu sa
Kokoro wa sugu soba ni iru
Donna ni hanarete itemo...

~ RONIN ~ PMS ~


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