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Post by norimo on Dec 6, 2015 11:00:00 GMT -6
Ooro raised an eyebrow, a little shocked by the healer's behavior. Normally, he seemed a bit more... prideful? Self-affirmed? Yet now, his demeanor had appeared to crumble slightly, as he spoke nervously and meekly tried to cover his hand as though to hide it. Everyone had their share of bumps and scrapes in the guild, but Rezza was rather hard on himself for it. "But you fix mine all the time," she motioned to her leg, that had just been broken the night before.
Taking a knee, she used her imbued thread to weave the stitches through the hole, as she did so- she looked for some form to take the tension off the situation. Working on his hand made her notice a familiar feature, and she chuckled lightly as she raised one of her own, "Heh, we both have long nails." Ooro reflectively twitched an ear, as to bring attention to it, "I thought we only shared wild ears." It was actually a bit nice having someone who shared similarities in appearance. Celty had been the other noticeable recruit with such features, but she hadn't spoken to the woman much. With the current situation being as it was, she wasn't sure exactly how to converse with her. Ooro brought out the linen stored in her satchel, and wrapped it around the priest's wound. The thread would begin pulling itself together, as to reseal the hole. "I'm not sure how well you'll be able to move your hand... though try to refrain from overusing it. We might want to make a split for you so you don't flex your fingers too much."
Her eyes curiously looked at the tiny figure, as she still knelt down in front of him, "That is, if you want to. Otherwise, I'd recommend you heal it up as soon as possible." She quirked her head to the side, rather puzzled at why he hadn't done so earlier. "If you lost your staff, I can help you find it."
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Post by Emily on Dec 6, 2015 11:20:57 GMT -6
Clarissa had been doing pretty well at sneaking away unnoticed, not wanting any questions or for anyone to try and stop her. She was getting out of this place as quick as she could, agreement or no agreement. She'd told Celty while they were in the dungeon that she would stay with the guild, but that'd been a bluff to get out of a bad situation. Luckily, her hosts didn't have access to her mind like she had access to theirs. She couldn't help an unsettling feeling brewing in her chest as she left the kid, though. She should've just killed him before she left to put the damn thing out of it's misery...and yet she didn't. Shrugging the thought out of her mind, she continued onwards, until eventually she saw Galystris pop into her line of vision. She ducked out of the way quickly, but realized if the woman had been looking her direction she certainly would have seen her. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. The woman appeared to be drinking wine. Well, maybe she was too intoxicated to notice her? "Ma!" Clarissa cursed under her breath as she saw the small toddler rush out of the front entrance. He stumbled over to Galystris, looking frightened at first to ask for help, and then managing to gain some courage. "She left with Ma!" He cried to her, pulling his hood further over his features.
"Shit, shit, shit." Should she turn back? Had she already been spotted? She didn't want another scene like the one in the dungeon, but she doubted anyone would just let her walk away without a few choice words about 'Celty's' say in all this and what leaving Oxy motherless would do. She stayed completely still, torn between decisions. She really should have killed the brat. She put down her glass and turned around to face 'celty.' "Ah. Hello Ms.Celty." her voice had a sharpness to it that proved she wasn't all that pleased with seeing her around. She smiled lightly at oxy. "And hello to you too." She turned her attention back to the witch. "How has the day treated you? After all of that, of course." She inquired, not expecting much of an answer. It was just small talk after all. ((sorry for the late-ish response!)) |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 6, 2015 12:51:06 GMT -6
"Nah, I got the worst of the two. I can't even use any kind of magic anyways," He shrugged. Thoughts of Kama and Mimisko surfaced, knowing their magical capabilities. He wished fervently he could be like them, but remembered one moment that made his fatal flaw worth it. "Then again that can be a good thing. That Tairaga guy was all like 'No elves can best me in face to face combat!!' and I looked at myself and thought 'wow I'm an elf who fights face to face with knives and shit!! F-ck you Tairaga!!' You should have seen the things I said to that guy!" He broke out into a nostalgic laughter, remembering how pissed the king got with such low-brow tongue lashings. He exhaled, letting Zerah 'have the floor'. Hearing him talk so fervently of his life was fun to say the least: learning about how he worked would prove useful in the long run, especially if he considered Osseus as someone he genuinely cared about. He flashed a genuine grin, reassuring the imp of their positive relationship. It was a little weird to see Zerah as an adult, however. It was even weirder to be so young in a group of grown men and women, fighting for the same cause; especially with being treated as an equal among legendary heroes and powerful magicians. Well, the more the merrier, he thought. He had to make as many allies as possible before the next battle. Mainly, it was for combat back up, but it was also something to fall back on once everyone's goals were realized. Where would he go once the fearen dissipated, would anyone take him in? The thought of going back to groveling on the streets churned in his stomach, hoping to the dear lords up above he would never have to go back to such actions. "Eh, magic gets you into trouble anyways" Zerah stated, dismissively. He looked down at his enormous claws and frowned. Oh how true that is... The mask spoke up along with his thought. The imp shook his head a bit and continued to stare at the sky. The beautiful waves of blue began to fade away as hues of pinks and oranges began to take it's place. Had they really been out there that long? So much had happened during the day that Zerah had lost track of time. He sat up and pulled his feet out of the pond, shaking the excess water off of his boots. He gazed back at the Lethlglyneros, a warm smile spreading across his face. He stood there and made a vow to himself. One day, I'll find my people and bring them back here. They deserve to live in a place like this...He peered back down at Osseus, who had still been laying on the grassy floor. Zerah held out his claw, offering it to the elf. "We should probably head back to the castle. Who knows what the others are thinking! Probably think we abandoned the guild." Zerah's face grew a bit upset. Well...they'll care that ONE of us abandoned the guild.. Zerah dismissed the negative thought and smiled back down at Osseus. "Heheh, lets get going. I'm sure Kama will wanna talk battle strategy or something." He chuckled. Suddenly, the imps smile faded and he grew very serious for a moment. "Uh....hey...d-don't mention this place to anybody...It's kinda..sacred to my people, and I'd rather not have anyone abusing it...I hope you understand." Zerah stated, solemnly, offering a dismissive grin. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Dec 6, 2015 13:07:38 GMT -6
Taking a knee, she used her imbued thread to weave the stitches through the hole, as she did so- she looked for some form to take the tension off the situation. Working on his hand made her notice a familiar feature, and she chuckled lightly as she raised one of her own, "Heh, we both have long nails." Ooro reflectively twitched an ear, as to bring attention to it, "I thought we only shared wild ears." It was actually a bit nice having someone who shared similarities in appearance. Celty had been the other noticeable recruit with such features, but she hadn't spoken to the woman much. With the current situation being as it was, she wasn't sure exactly how to converse with her. Ooro brought out the linen stored in her satchel, and wrapped it around the priest's wound. The thread would begin pulling itself together, as to reseal the hole. "I'm not sure how well you'll be able to move your hand... though try to refrain from overusing it. We might want to make a split for you so you don't flex your fingers too much." Her eyes curiously looked at the tiny figure, as she still knelt down in front of him, "That is, if you want to. Otherwise, I'd recommend you heal it up as soon as possible." She quirked her head to the side, rather puzzled at why he hadn't done so earlier. "If you lost your staff, I can help you find it."  The needle working through his skin stung more than Rezza anticipated. It took all he had not to pull away, letting out small snarls and gasps as the thread pulled through his skin. His legs shook as they struggled to maintain balance carrying his weight on top of them. He felt sick, now unable to even produce anymore tears from his burning eyes though he could feel them there. As Ooro spoke to him he stood in silence, his ears sliding forward as he listened, opening his mouth to respond to her comments before shutting it once more.  Once she had finished he stared down hat his hand. So much, all wasted on this. Energy, time, effort, resources. He wasn't worth all this. Finally he decided to speak, his voice cracking as he did. "It's not worth the energy to put a spell on it..." His face scrunched uncomfortably, could he really stand to cause anymore waste for this cause? "I wouldn't worry about it. You have wasted more than enough time on thi- on me..." His hand twitched lightly as he gazed at it, his vision had blurred significantly. The others he had lived with all lived a life based on moderation, trying not to take too much from nature or others; but he was no good at doing the same. With how much he tended to overexert himself whenever he lost control it was rather difficult. The effects of everything started to catch up fairly quickly as dehydration began to hit him; an all too familiar, despicable feeling. Trying not to bring any attention to it he decided to address the hermit's earlier statements. "That was not your fault," He looked down towards her leg. In a different mindset he would look at it with pride, his abilities brought this woman back to her feet in such a short time, something traditional medicine could never do. However, no such feelings came to him as he stared at it. "you had not the means to bring such injury upon yourself." Slowly he brought his right hand off his face, ignoring the blood left behind on his cheek and forehead. His eyes shifted to it as it shivered and shook its fingers twitching wildly. "You..." He sounded hoarse, his voice lowering as he spoke. "You could thank my mother for them, then... For a lot of me, I guess..." Trailing off he looked away again, letting his hand drop. He didn't need all this, someone was in need of help. The job of fixing it fell on his shoulders and currently he was failing to fulfill those duties. |
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Post by Allie on Dec 6, 2015 14:25:02 GMT -6
"Eh, magic gets you into trouble anyways" Zerah stated, dismissively. He looked down at his enormous claws and frowned. Oh how true that is... The mask spoke up along with his thought. The imp shook his head a bit and continued to stare at the sky. The beautiful waves of blue began to fade away as hues of pinks and oranges began to take it's place. Had they really been out there that long? So much had happened during the day that Zerah had lost track of time. He sat up and pulled his feet out of the pond, shaking the excess water off of his boots. He gazed back at the Lethlglyneros, a warm smile spreading across his face. He stood there and made a vow to himself. One day, I'll find my people and bring them back here. They deserve to live in a place like this...He peered back down at Osseus, who had still been laying on the grassy floor. Zerah held out his claw, offering it to the elf. "We should probably head back to the castle. Who knows what the others are thinking! Probably think we abandoned the guild." Zerah's face grew a bit upset. Well...they'll care that ONE of us abandoned the guild.. Zerah dismissed the negative thought and smiled back down at Osseus. "Heheh, lets get going. I'm sure Kama will wanna talk battle strategy or something." He chuckled. Suddenly, the imps smile faded and he grew very serious for a moment. "Uh....hey...d-don't mention this place to anybody...It's kinda..sacred to my people, and I'd rather not have anyone abusing it...I hope you understand." Zerah stated, solemnly, offering a dismissive grin. Trouble? Whatever kind of magic that Zerah had to deal with, that was the trouble. There was no way magic in general was more bad than good. Osseus exhaled deeply before focusing his attention on the scenery around the two of them. It was beautiful, really. The sparkling tree and the water seemed to reflect the warm evening sky, the grass blades fluttering lightly in the wind, caressing his body. A bittersweet feeling washed over him as the imp extended his arm, signalling the two to get back to the castle. He lamost thought of the little area as a retreat of sorts: somewhere to get away when reality was too much to bear. That thought immediately dissipated when Zerah spoke, realizing the implications behind such actions. It would be like claiming someone else's home as his own, after all. He nodded in response to Zerah, making an X-shape over his heart. "I promise." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 6, 2015 14:55:46 GMT -6
Trouble? Whatever kind of magic that Zerah had to deal with, that was the trouble. There was no way magic in general was more bad than good. Osseus exhaled deeply before focusing his attention on the scenery around the two of them. It was beautiful, really. The sparkling tree and the water seemed to reflect the warm evening sky, the grass blades fluttering lightly in the wind, caressing his body. A bittersweet feeling washed over him as the imp extended his arm, signalling the two to get back to the castle. He lamost thought of the little area as a retreat of sorts: somewhere to get away when reality was too much to bear. That thought immediately dissipated when Zerah spoke, realizing the implications behind such actions. It would be like claiming someone else's home as his own, after all. He nodded in response to Zerah, making an X-shape over his heart. "I promise."Zerah smiled at Osseus, warmly. "Thank you! And hey, if you do wanna show other people, just run it by me first..." Zerah raised an eyebrow and grinned "You know, this place can be romantic! Night under the stars with a certain elf girl..wink wink" Zerah chuckled and began walking back towards the castle, assuming Osseus would follow behind. This day had turned out better than he originally anticipated. Although, a lot had transpired, Zerah had a strange feeling of tranquility. For the first time in years, he felt at ease, not having to worry about being hunted down, tortured, executed or betrayed. Instead, he had made a friend, and perhaps he could continue to make friends. A smile grew across his face at the thought of being friends with all his fellow guild members, save a couple of the ones who had already turned against him. As he continued walking away, he heard the singing once more, calling out to him. Instead of being mesmerized by the song, he began to whistle along to the tune. The imp was brimming with cheerfulness. When the two finally made it back to the castle, Zerah decided to head towards the front enterance, as it would be easier to get back inside, and perhaps everyone would have gathered and prepared for some sort of dinner. To be honest, he had no idea if they even had any food left after that feast, or if it were merely a one time thing. These simple thoughts quickly faded as he was suddenly put on edge, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Celty, Oxy and Galystris were all standing at the front entrance. While he didn't have an issue with the boy, the two grown women definitely had been marked on the imps hit list. He tried his best to shake the feeling of restlessness and attempted to walk through the castle doorway, hopefully unnoticed or simply not cared about. |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 6, 2015 15:30:22 GMT -6
"Ah. Hello Ms.Celty." her voice had a sharpness to it that proved she wasn't all that pleased with seeing her around. She smiled lightly at oxy. "And hello to you too." She turned her attention back to the witch. "How has the day treated you? After all of that, of course." She inquired, not expecting much of an answer. It was just small talk after all. Clarissa slowly came out from her hiding place, eyeing the woman as coldly as the ice she produced. She frowned, keeping one hand planted firmly on the building to try and hide the slight tremor they were producing. "I'm leaving." She said simply. It was clear from her tone and body language that it was the witch again. "Your leader plans to kill me once this is over. I don't plan on staying to find out how."Oxy tugged at Galystris's cloak. "Ma wouldn't." He pleaded with her. He didn't know if she was the right person to be begging, but he couldn't get the witch to stay on his own. He noticed Zerah sneaking into the front entrance and turned to call to him for help too, but stopped himself. He remembered the imp slamming his fist down next to his mother and it sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted her to stay, not be crushed to a pulp. |
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Post by Emily on Dec 6, 2015 16:03:41 GMT -6
Clarissa slowly came out from her hiding place, eyeing the woman as coldly as the ice she produced. She frowned, keeping one hand planted firmly on the building to try and hide the slight tremor they were producing. "I'm leaving." She said simply. It was clear from her tone and body language that it was the witch again. "Your leader plans to kill me once this is over. I don't plan on staying to find out how."Oxy tugged at Galystris's cloak. "Ma wouldn't." He pleaded with her. He didn't know if she was the right person to be begging, but he couldn't get the witch to stay on his own. He noticed Zerah sneaking into the front entrance and turned to call to him for help too, but stopped himself. He remembered the imp slamming his fist down next to his mother and it sent a shiver down his spine. He wanted her to stay, not be crushed to a pulp. She looked down at Oxy and gave a slight nod. Galystris was fully aware that someone...no, something had taken over celty's body and forced her to make these descisions. She laid a hand on Clarissa's shoulder, and looked her straight in the eye, with a piercing gaze. Her expression was collected, but she was very visibly unhappy with this. "You were just spared, were you not? I don't think Sir Varthorn would really plan on leaving Oxy an orphan." She sighed lightly. "Now, for the sake of your and your son's survival, if I can even call him that in your current state, do not leave." Galystris wasn't all that good at convincing people of things, but it was worth a shot. |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Dec 6, 2015 16:09:26 GMT -6
Altheron continued to lurk around the great halls of the castle, his bumbling steps gradually slowing into a saunter as he drowsily trudged forward. He’d since forgotten the look of the main hall and had been opening doors left and right as he moved through the many different levels of the building, hoping to at least find someone or even some thing to aid him in his search for the guild. Several empty rooms and flights of stairs later, his search left him in a completely different wing of the castle, one far less ornate in appearance but still just as elaborate as the rest of the castle. Altheron walked through this new area, his eyes scanning the walls while his ears listened for any indication of his friends being nearby. Not too far along in his endeavor, the shaman almost jumped at the sound of faint chatter somewhere in the distance. Normally at this, the man would make his elation clear by running aimlessly in this limited space, calling out his friends’ names as he skipped merrily to their location but at the moment, Altheron was far too tired to even think of performing such a gesture. The lack of sleep he had achieved the previous night and the energy burning was starting to show its effects on him once again. Instead, he went back to opening doors again. Whoever was making that noise had to be in one of these rooms, right? Unfortunately, his efforts only got him a few doors down the path. Altheron rubbed his eyes with his forearm as he approached the next door, yawning a bit as he used his free hand to push it open. The room was smooth and sterile, the main focus being a large…. thing on the other side of the space. Plopping all of things at the door after closing it, the shaman walked over to the container. It was white and glossy, kind of how like he once was, and was filled about a third of the way with water, with a plugged drain keeping the liquid in place. His eyes lingered from the plug all the way up to a shiny pipe-like mechanism of some sort, a similarly shiny handle mounting it. Perplexed, Altheron twisted the handle before staring at the thing in wonder as water began to gush out. “Whoa…….,” he said, twisting the handle back and forth, watching the water come and go before stopping suddenly. The whole container was a bit over half-full now. Remembering the clothes he kept back at the door, Altheron took this opportunity to finally clean up. He tugged at the drawstring on his shirt, loosening the collar some before slipping the entire thing off, taking a bit of time to cringe at just how bad the battle had been to it as well as the rest of him. Ugh. he thought out loud. He noticed something fall to the floor. It was the note he found in the collar back at camp. Altheron grumbled as he slid the page into his pouch, then removed the pouch altogether. He still needed to ask someone to read it for him sometime. A pair of sullied shoes and some marred pants later and the man was completely nude. He threw it all into the wash, scrubbing all of the articles at once until the clearness of the water was replaced by the murky colors of dirt and blood, and then pulled the plug to release the fluid before putting it back in place and beginning the cleaning process a few times until his clothes were restored to a near-white color. He slung his old outfit over the edge of the oversized water-holder to dry, not knowing to wring it out first. He replaced the water again, this time letting it fill the receptacle up to the very top before jumping right in without warning. Water splashed all around, but wet floors weren’t exactly a concern to him. ---------- After going about ten seconds completely submerged, Altheron shot up from the water and thrashed around as he coughed and gasped for air, this action taking up five minutes total. Somehow, even through all that nonsense, his hair still fell in the same fashion, but was now considerably flatter as the weight of the water pulled down on it. Even though this was not his intention, all his stupid flailing actually did the job of cleaning him, so with that, he left the water container, hung his pack and still-soaked clothes over one forearm, and made his way over to his other things. He took the hat, still filled with his new garments and held it to his person with the same arm that held the other clothes, not caring at all if the hat or the vest or anything else would get wet. He then used his free hand open the door before reaching down to grab the boots that he placed near them. Then he set off, still in the nude, leaving a trail of water behind him with each step as he air-dried. He’d long since snapped out of his fatigue once he hit the water, so the shaman now found himself with the energy to continue his search. A few minutes of walking around and listening, Altheron stopped in one of the halls. While the chatter from earlier had died down, he could hear the sound of water draining nearby. He rushed over to the sound, pressing his ear to each door before finally showing up at the correct room. He didn’t hesitate to throw the door open, dropping his boots in the process. His eyes lit up in excitement as he found the source of the noise. “ Oh!,” he gasped. “Enoch, it is you!” |
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Post by cassiroll on Dec 6, 2015 16:16:11 GMT -6
She looked down at Oxy and gave a slight nod. Galystris was fully aware that someone...no, something had taken over celty's body and forced her to make these descisions. She laid a hand on Clarissa's shoulder, and looked her straight in the eye, with a piercing gaze. Her expression was collected, but she was very visibly unhappy with this. "You were just spared, were you not? I don't think Sir Varthorn would really plan on leaving Oxy an orphan." She sighed lightly. "Now, for the sake of your and your son's survival, if I can even call him that in your current state, do not leave." Galystris wasn't all that good at convincing people of things, but it was worth a shot. Clarissa batted the hand away. "Correction: Celty was spared. That's the only reason I'm still here right now. You people have to keep the Mother/Son Team going out of some old fashioned dedication to 'the powers of family' or whatever. I'm not apart of that." She frowned, something a mixture of sadness and anger in the back of her eyes. "'I might know someone who can fix your witch problem.' That's what Kama said to her. Sounds like a death sentence to me. I'd rather survive out in the world then take my chances waiting for someone to kick me out of this body." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Dec 6, 2015 16:32:33 GMT -6
Zerah had made it inside, seemingly unnoticed, although his curiosity got the better of him. He pressed his body up against the wall right outside of the castle entrance and listened intently. Clarissa had been trying to leave the guild? While this didn't come to a shock to him, it was saddening to think Oxy would be left without a mother. Especially considering this guild would be less than friendly to the boy, now. Zerah's stomach began to churn at the thought of the witch being able to leave this child without so much as a second thought. It was truly sickening. Then she said something interesting. Kama knew somebody who could 'fix her witch problem.' This piqued the imp's interest to an extreme extent. Zerah looked down at his hands once more.
Maybe they'd know how to get rid of this blood, too...Even if I had no arms, it'd be better than losing my mind...
Zerah decided he'd question Kama about this, and began to walk off once more, not trying to convince the witch to stay. While it as sad for Oxy, it would be a blessing for him. One less 'ally' to worry about. Zerah began wandering through the hallways, searching for any sign of the old guild leader. He had been walking for what felt like hours when something caught his attention. Zerah's face became engulfed in red as he saw Altheron standing in the doorway, completely nude. Zerah looked up to see Enoch on the other side of the doorway, the shaman seemingly addressing him. Things started to click together in Zerah's head as his face went from it's brownish tint to a strawberry color.
A-a-are...are they...g-g-gonna.....
Zerah couldn't complete the thought, he didn't want to say anything, hoping he wasn't noticed and tried walking away without staring. Unfortunately, the floors were soaked, and the imp slipped and fell on his ass with an audible clank of his armor. He froze, not really sure if he should say something or just run.
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Post by ChibiGissy on Dec 6, 2015 17:15:08 GMT -6
Mimisko waves politely as Enoch and Daryn left the room. She looks at Manasa and says
"It looks very nice on you, Manasa~"
She smiles.
"Well, I may have to try the armor in a little bit"
Then a thought came to Mimisko.
"Oh! By the way, I really like the vishkanyan food you offered~!"
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Post by Emily on Dec 6, 2015 17:54:26 GMT -6
"Do you want me to force you, Miss?" She inquired with a glare. God, she wasn't the right one to ask to convince her to stay. "At least hold out until this issue is mentioned again, alright? You're denying yourself safety,food, and a shelter." Galystris shrugged her shoulders. "If I were you, I would wait until the time is right and then leave. Now is not the right time." |
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Post by norimo on Dec 6, 2015 17:57:01 GMT -6
Ooro's ears had begun to droop as she continued to listen to Rezza. Something must have been gnawing at him, though she wasn't sure what. She knew next-to-nothing about the priest, and while she had been in a state of uncertainty as well- she didn't want to see someone else going through the same. Her eyes anxiously flickered across the room, scanning for a topic of interest. Perhaps there was a way to take his mind off it?
The only thing that popped into her brain was the garden, but did Rezza even care about nature? Already was she running short of energy from the day's events, but she would intend to try. "I, uh, do you have anything you need to take care of? If not, maybe we could spend some time in the garden. If you do, well... I suppose my offer is still open afterwards." She scratched the back of her head, a little lost on what to do, "If you would still be interested, anyways. Though if you need help you're free to call on me." Ooro offered a weak smile, and patted the priest on the shoulder.
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Post by titee on Dec 6, 2015 18:03:51 GMT -6
Mimisko waves politely as Enoch and Daryn left the room. She looks at Manasa and says "It looks very nice on you, Manasa~" She smiles. "Well, I may have to try the armor in a little bit" Then a thought came to Mimisko. "Oh! By the way, I really like the vishkanyan food you offered~!" Manasa beamed with pride at Mimisko's sentiment. "Thank you! My brother actually made it..." She thought back to the letter that Vasuki had sent her, wishing that she had some way she could reply to her brother. "He and his wife are both members of the other guild. I... Just found out about that yesterday. And about her..." What sort of woman was Vasuki's wife? She must have been spectacular to earn her brother's affections... Kind, gentle, and fair... With beautiful dainty features and a soft, song like voice. Manasa could almost picture her. "Well anyway! I want to study a bit in the library. You're more then welcome to join me if you wish." Manasa smiled and nodded towards Mimisko. She exited the armory, walking right past a flustered Daryn and down the hallway. Daryn...? Flustered...? Manasa stopped. She took a few paces backwards until she was stand beside Daryn, turning to speak to her. "Mmmm... Daryn, are you okay? Your face is red." |
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