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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Nov 27, 2010 21:30:11 GMT -6
She nodded, stifling a yawn of her own. "Suit yourself," she said lightly, rolling onto her side. Witherheart squeaked as he slid off her and onto the grass. He sniffed her hand, then, apparently satisfied, curled up alongside her, in the crook of her arm, with his snout resting on her arm. She closed her eyes but did not immediately sleep. She kept her ears open, listening hard.
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Post by Diego on Nov 27, 2010 23:17:13 GMT -6
He sighed a bit, and spent quite some time simply staring at the landscape, focusing on nothing in particular. His ears kept attentive, listening for anything that might have sounded strange. After long, he felt comfortable enough that he pulled his bag of dice back out, and untied the knot keeping it secure. Reaching in, he pulled out three stones, all of a pale color. He examined them closely, and thought to himself, "I can't be caught unprepared again. That's what I get for being too trusting..." He continued to stare at these round stones for a few moments, before reaching under the collar of his armor, and pulling out an amulet, somewhat small in size, with some sort of carved design of a strange nature. He fitted the stones into three, perfectly shaped grooves, as if they were designed to be fitted together. Turning the amulet around, a similar, singular groove existed in the center. Reaching into the bag, he pulled a bright white stone, shaped like the others, but noticeably brighter in color. He placed it into the last groove, and tucked the amulet back under his armor. He looked back out, this time at the river, sighing deeply.
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Nov 30, 2010 19:14:32 GMT -6
She heard him mess with something, but the mildness of the evening and the warmth emanating from Witherheart on her arm were overpowering and sent her into a light sleep. She always slept light--how many times had she almost been caught by the Wing-over-Sea guards? She couldn't count anymore, but she knew she couldn't afford it. This had caused her to learn light sleeping so she could keep an ear out for footsteps. It came in strangely useful when she went traveling, too, as she never had to worry about keeping a watch. She was her own watch.
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Post by Diego on Nov 30, 2010 23:19:32 GMT -6
Diego lay back in the grass, eyes looking to the stars. He started humming, low and quiet, to himself. The sounds of the night filled his ears, and along with his own humming, he was slowly lulled into sleep. His breathing calmed, body relaxed, he shifted and put himself into a comfortable sleeping position, and fell deeper into slumber, his body sore from the past few days, making it that much easier to nod off.
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Dec 2, 2010 22:52:50 GMT -6
The night passed in relative quiet with just the natural sounds of the bird's restless movement and the shuffling of animals as they prowled harmlessly through the the trees that lines the top of the river embankment. The moon ran its course without incident and the sun began to reclaim his throne with pale, hesitant fingers of rosy pink that stealthily found their way under her eyelids and woke her without alarm. She was a little stiff from the ground, but it was nothing compared to the way she had felt once when she'd slept on a pile of rocks after falling off a roof. Aijari rose quietly, stepping lightly off into the woods to search for anything she could cook up for breakfast. Her luck held and she returned a few minutes later with the meat from a brace of squirrels that she'd already butchered, seasoned, and wrapped in the leaves she'd used the night before. She moved with tightly controlled motions so as not to wake him and managed to rekindle the fire with no incidents. The smell of light but rich spices started to curl up from the little sauced packets of meat at the edges of the fire. Witherheart sniffed happily about her knee, suspicion absent from his little beady eyes for once. She scratched him and poked idly at the packets, watching the sun rise slowly higher and higher and listening to birds start their day in a burst of song.
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Post by Diego on Dec 7, 2010 16:54:07 GMT -6
Diego's nose was the first to come alive. A few short sniffs of the air, and his body, mind, and eyes were soon to follow. His vision blurred by the sun, he slowly sat up and yawned, arms stretched out, joints popping loudly. He took in a deep breath and looked around, eyes finally settling on the fire and the meal being prepared. "Hmm, squirrel." He uttered quietly, his body somewhat sore from the past few days, but he managed to stand up without too much trouble none the less. "Well, that's about as good sleep has been for me since I first arrived."
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Dec 8, 2010 20:24:02 GMT -6
((I'm sorry I haven't been quick in responding recently: it's finals weeks here and I've been swamped in papers and homework and studying. I'll be cleared up after the 15th and should be able to bounce back into regular, quick responses again.))
She looked up as he stood and said, "It is pleasant here, in the shadow of the city. I told you it would be safe." Laughing lightly, she rolled the packets over with her stick to cook the other side. "These should be done in a few minutes. I'm sorry I don't have anything else to go with them, but it's a better breakfast than air and the dirt of the open road." Looking toward the squat wooden palisade that encircled Wildford, the town closest to them, and the thicker, taller walls of Wing-over-Sea beyond that, she said, "The road looks in good shape today. We should be able to make good time as we go. The traffic should be picking up in the next hour or so in preparation for the market's opening. I don't think that will slow us down, though. We might even be able to hitch a ride on the back of a wagon."
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Post by Diego on Dec 20, 2010 10:50:30 GMT -6
[Sorry for such late reply, had a family emergency keep me away for some time. I should be posting regularly again.]
Diego nodded and smiled, "Food is food, i'd take a well cooked squirrel any day." he laughed lightly, standing up and dusting himself off, "Either way, so long as I get to the city. I don't mind walking, and if we can manage to get some help getting there, fine by me. Besides, all troubles aside, I have been actually enjoying this hike back to the city. I'm feeling a little more familiar with the land, and maybe I won't have to pester others to find my way around after long." he looked to the cities, taking in a deep breath and smiling.
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Dec 20, 2010 22:56:21 GMT -6
((Don't worry about it. I hope everything's alright.))
She smiled at him over the little fire before returning her attention to the little packets. She rolled them out and let them cool for a few minutes before reaching down to pull the edges of the leaves down. Laying there, the little chunks of meat appeared to have been soaked in a brown sauce that smelled faintly of nuts, apples, and honey as well as a few spices that had become unidentifiable in the cooking. She scooted one of the packets over to him across the grass and evaded Witherheart's hungry nose by picking her's up and resting it on one knee to eat. "Hopefully it came out decent. I hadn't tried it this way before." She munched and seemed somewhat satisfied. "What do you plan to do," she asked suddenly, looking across to him, "once you've collected your things? Are you bound somewhere or for something?"
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Post by Diego on Dec 21, 2010 1:37:14 GMT -6
He grabbed the packet with a smile and a nod, opening it up and enjoying the scent of cooked meat and spices. he took a bit of meat and chewed on it a bit, smiling in approval. He took another bit as he thought of her question for a few moments. He sighed a bit and shrugged his shoulders, "Honestly, I don't really know. I suppose I can say I am bound for a destination, one which is uncertain at this time. Honestly, I'll maybe think twice about being a bodyguard and fall back on my other trades for some coin. At least, until I can establish myself better here in the Isles. Not that I couldn't pull guard duty, I just don't think it was a wise start. Smithing weapons and armor is a much safer bet at this point. I'm just lucky I have that choice." he munched on the rest of his meal, setting down the leaf with a satisfied sigh, "Thank you for that. A great way to start the morning, for certain." he continued thinking for a few moments, looking down to the river calmly, "If I do decide to do some work that way, I'll just have to decide if I'll set up shop or travel around."
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Dec 24, 2010 11:23:14 GMT -6
She carefully folded up the leaf wrappings from breakfast and tucked them into a leather pouch on her belt that she kept just for them. "You're a smith?" she asked curiously. "Honest?" Aijari scooped up Witherheart and stuffed him onto her shoulder beneath her hair and looked at Diego. "Do you specialize in armor or weapons or just sort of muddle around in both?" She had a special fondness for two types of people: smiths and those funny people you find in taverns sometimes whom you aren't certain are actually drunk but seem like it and make themselves loudly comfortable.
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Post by Diego on Dec 30, 2010 23:01:37 GMT -6
Diego smiled, finding it pleasant that someone would take an interest in smithing, "Well, I am more adapt at forging weapons than armor, however, I am pretty good at patching up worn armor, or giving it some more reinforcement. I hope to continue to improve in my armor smithing so that I may be skilled at both." he pulled the knife from its holster and looked at it for a few moments, "Weapons came before armor in my studies, only because I found myself in situations where a well forged and honed blade seemed to take more importance than what armor I was using."
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Jan 9, 2011 11:48:16 GMT -6
"I tend to agree that a good weapon is more important than good armor. I suppose there's a reason people say a good set of armor will save your life, but even if you have the best armor in the universe, if your weapon's weak, you'll never survive," she said, her eyes glittering. "Well, I suppose we ought to start walking. We can probably get there in time for lunch."
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Post by Diego on Feb 21, 2011 12:51:35 GMT -6
(sorry for the extremely long absence. I should have reported it, but things got hectic, and my nice computer decided to kill itself. I finally had time and money to fix it, so here I am.)
'Lunch? Well that sounds good. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can continue, hopefully without the interference of bandits and swindlers. ' he took a quick look around and stretched, looking out to the road and the distance, 'Lead the way, miss guide' he said with a snicker.
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Post by Lavinia Lionsgrave on Feb 22, 2011 15:18:14 GMT -6
((Don't worry about it; I'm glad you could fix your computer! Mine nearly exploded a little while ago, too. Welcome back!))
She gave him an appraising look that lasted only a flash but seemed to take in his entire person with an imperious sort of totality. Not bothering to mess with the small firepit other than dump dirt on it to put out the active flames, Aijari leapt to her feet and strode along the top of the embankment northward with the river flowing south beside them. The quality of the early morning light made Witherheart just a darker shadow in the depths of her hair, her black shirt seemed grey, and the age of her brown leather vest seemed more pronounced, but her step was light enough. She kept glancing quickly over her shoulder to be sure he was there and there was almost a mischievous glint in the golden brown depths of her eyes. The half-smile on her lips, though, dispersed any possibility that she was plotting something. The land started to make its soft decent toward the bridge where the road crossed the river. "Stick close to me as we get onto the road," she remarked simply. "There will be a fair amount of people and I wouldn't want you lost again."
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