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« Reply #15 on: October 18, 2007, 10:33:12 PM »

Jorgan's eyes shot fire, but he made sure not to let the mage see it. He had to make magic known around here? If anything, he was on the right track to never let magickers be liked. Ever. Already it would take many nice wizards to dispel Jorgan's dislike of this one person.

"Lodgings will be provided in the Tower." he answered, his tone slowly turning as cold as Alvyster's. There was more than one here who had mastered the art of being very coldly polite. He let his eyes go over the crowds that came to see their little parade. Here and there he saw someone he knew, and he nodded at them, but he saw the hostility in their eyes, even directed at himself. He sighed, inwardly cursing his bad luck. The order to protect the wizard was already taking its toll. They should know better than to mistake him for a wizardlover, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

He directed his steps away from the harbour with its big crowds, through streets where they were being watched more covertly, from behind windows with curtains that twitched every now and again. The hostility could be cut with a knife, the way Jorgan felt it. If only that blasted wizard wouldn't look around him as if all this was quite far beneath him, like a nasty bug he'd rather squash, as if nobody's culture except his own was any good. If he'd come here with at least a little bit of an open mind, it might help, but he was too swallowed up in his own ego to notice anything else.
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« Reply #16 on: October 21, 2007, 03:07:29 PM »

The man escorting them replied to the older wizard in a cold tone, "Lodgings will be provided in the Tower,"

The people around them seemed to be staring at them with hatred upon their eyes. Ohén himself grew weary of their stares and ran towards the elder wizard to ask him.

He ran towards the side of the elder wizard and look at him while walking at the same pace. Ohén asked him, "Why do these people hate wizards and magic so much?"
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« Reply #17 on: October 21, 2007, 11:39:44 PM »

Amongst all the other ships that were docked in the harbour, there was a Caltharian ship, small but lively, that had just arrived to Remusiat. The captain, a chunky, well-built Caltharian with bushy brown beard, his secondary, a lively young man, and his companion, a shrewd teenage maelf girl, came out from the ship to survey their new destination.

"Lad," the captain, Roscaht, turned to Yarrow and spoke gruffly. "I ain't gonna help you anymore after I find a homey for you to stay. Yer on your own by then."

"... Uhuh." Yarrow smiled and slung her left arm playfully around Roscaht, who obviously didn't like it. "Thanks for letting me 'stow away' in your ship again, Roscaht. You never know how I glad I am to be able to work with you again. Though I didn't expect you to be in Chylikis. What were you doing in there?"

"... Meh. Yer bloody lucky I didn't charge you anything this time," Ignoring her question, Roscaht pulled himself away from Yarrow's arm and turned to his ship. "We're unloading, boys. Capt'n is gonna come back after he finds a place for this young 'lad' to stay."

Some of the crew chuckled and Yarrow gave a little wave of salute.

"They can't believe the day when ye were still a lassie," Roscaht said, thrusting a thumb towards the men in the ship, and punched Yarrow lightly on the shoulder. "Remember when you still wore yer girly locks, lad?"

Yarrow held some of her short hairs and smiled. "... Hm. Nope. Actually, I'd rather not remember. You've been calling me a 'lad' for such a long time that I don't remember being a 'lass' anymore. C'mon. I really want a hot bath after being stuck in the sea for two weeks."

"I know this inn they call... hngrh. What was it?" Roscaht squinted his eyes. "Wilson or Wison's Breath... ah, rotten pies. Any ways, they say it's a pretty well known place."

"I heard." Yarrow looked up at the sky. "So you're taking me there, eh? How about I help you around a little for your business trip? I might be useful."

"What garbage are you yapping about?" Roscaht scowled. "Of course I don't need you. I'm taking you to that.. something Breath's Inn and that's where I'm gonna leave you, laddie."

Yarrow smiled and wordlessly slung her arms around Roscaht again, who frowned but did not pull away this time, and headed towards the road for Wison's Breath Inn.
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« Reply #18 on: October 22, 2007, 02:50:57 AM »

From yet another ship that had just docked, an small, old, grey-haired woman descended the gangplank. She was leaning heavily on a beautiful cane, covered with carvings. When she reached solid ground, she turned around, waved once at the beaming captain, and went on her way. As she went, she had to keep leaning on her cane, even though she didn't need it normally. She was mumbling to herself, cursing her stupid idea to come all the way north to see if there was anything new to learn in regards to healing here, and swearing that the only other sea-journey she would make would be all the way back to Sarvonia, where she'd stay for the rest of her life, however long or short Nehtor and Queprur might decide to make that.

She felt... queasy. That was really the only word she could think of to describe what she was feeling. The world seemed to be spinning around her, and the ground was rolling up and down, much as the deck of the ship had. She wanted to eat something, but at the same time she feared that a lunch would go the same way as any food that she'd taken in the days of the journey.

Still, the smell wafting from a vendor's stall got the better of her. She took out a few sans and bought two spice cakes, eating them one after the other but very, very carefully. It had been a good guess - the world danced just a little less, she could walk just a little straighter. She might be a healer, but she didn't know everything, and sea voyages was not something she was familiar with. She was glad that the guess of eating something had brought a happy result. She now felt that she could look around, take in her surroundings. She wondered briefly where she might find a healer from who to learn new healing methods. The captain on the ship hadn't known any, but then he wasn't Remusian either. He'd told her about an inn, the Wison's... Wison's something inn. She might just as well start there. Next step: knowing where there was. She'd felt too miserable when the captain had told her about it to pay much attention to his instructions.

She retraced her footsteps and went back to the vendor. "Excuse me! Can you tell me the way to the Wison's... inn?" She dropped the middle word that she couldn't remember, hoping that the man would know which inn she was talking about.
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« Reply #19 on: October 22, 2007, 04:17:19 PM »

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As Jorgan indicated he’d be leading them to the Tower, Alvyster nodded his approval. If anything, the King’s lodgings were the greatest Remusiat offered. The ruler here did something right, after all. The nasty looks he and Ohen received as they walked through bustling streets caused a crease of brooding annoyance to cover Alvyster’s light skinned brow. Were they so close-minded? So set in their traditional ways? Ugh. Green eyes flashed in every direction under his white hood as he stalked down the street.

Stopping dead in his tracks as Ohen asked his question, Alvyster’s eyes fixed on the back of Jorgan’s head. Yes, why do they hate magic so much? Alvyster thought the maelf a little dim witted and much too kindhearted, but his thin lips curled into a smile as he studied him closely. He could tell by the warrior’s cold demeanor he already disliked Alvyster nearly as much as Alvyster despised him, but Ohen. Ohen here felt the need to throw around apologies and politeness. Yes, this was just the ticket! A way inside without truly having to befriend any of these primates.

Laying a hand firmly on Ohen’s shoulder, Alvyster tried to keep the sarcasm out of his voice as he said coldly, ”You know, Ohen, you should ask our guide Jorgan that same question! Gain insight into their culture so we can better understand our own motives.” Nodding delightedly, more in approval of his own idea than the notion of ever really understanding these people, Alvyster continued, ”Yes, yes. See to it that you understand everything our friend tells you. Only then can we truly make any decisions in our meeting with the King himself!” Alvyster’s tone was a higher pitch, and at his last remark he held out a spidery white finger as if the notion had just dawned on him.

Without another word, the mysterious mage turned on his heel, white robes billowing about his thin frame, as he made his way back towards the vessel he arrived on. Leave the kind boy to try and sort things out on his own, then Alvyster would return when he believed they had gained some favor to make his demands. These Remusiats would listen, and they would oblige, there was no doubt about that. However, Ohen seemed to be the one more suited to really talk to the subjects at hand, and Alvyster would happily leave him to it.
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« Reply #20 on: October 22, 2007, 07:05:01 PM »

The elder wizard answered in a cold tone, ”You know, Ohen, you should ask our guide Jorgan that same question! Gain insight into their culture so we can better understand our own motives.”

Ohén felt somewhat odd about the change of mood of the elder wizard. His eyes looked down on the soil below and thought to himself if the elder wizard did mean what he said. It sounded like sarcasm than anything else. Regardless of that, wether it was sarcasm or not, he wanted to know why  these people hate magic so much.

He ran to the man escorting them and asked, "If  I was to be allowed, I would like to ask you something sir. I do not mean any offense but I am quite curious on why your city hate wizard and magic so much?"

Ohén looked around and found more eyes looking at him. "Why?" he asked the captain. "Why do these people hate "us" so much?"

Ohén's eyes became sad and shadow fell upon his heart. He felt that this mission would end without any good results for Ximax. He looked at the captian's eyes and asked in a soft voice,"Why?"
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« Reply #21 on: October 27, 2007, 12:41:47 AM »

Life was a simple, lovely, and rather pleasant experience there in the dark. Where was the dark? They didn't really know, to be honest. But it was where they resided. Together, they all lived in harmony and peace, fearless as they praised the Light that would bathe them in its radiance often. They worshiped the Light whether it was upon them or not. What was the Light, exactly? It was their God and Goddess. Their air. Their heart. Their world. It would come and shine upon them often, choosing one to three of them at a time before closing the sky again. And today was just like every other day. The sky opened up and the Light chose a few to take along with it before it let the dark consume all again. The world outside of the darkness that had come before was bright. Vivid colors streaked, swirled, and blurred past in a whirl of wind. Pink pulled back to reveal white squares set into two straight rows, one on top of the other. The squares parted and then darkness consumed all once more.

Thin fingers had dived down into a red cloth pouch momentarily before producing two small beans held delicately between lightly calloused and dye-stained fingertips. There was no pause between retrieving them from the pouch at her hip and placing them in her mouth. Vallari sighed, closing the red pouch, and watched her breath form a warm, short-lived cloud in the air in front of her face as relief washed over her almost instantly. Perhaps it was merely a state of mind. Perhaps she was just a little bit addicted to her Miyu Beans. She clearly had quite the stash at her hip. But, in her defense, the little beans were the only thing standing in the way of what would probably quickly develop into nearly crippling pain. Now that she thought of it, she probably took too many of these little beans. Now that she thought of it, it was probably dangerous to her health to take so many. But she did it anyways to keep herself in comfort's arms. Especially now. She really did not need to pass out on the docks of a place that she is wholly unfamiliar with.

People bustled around her and it made her slightly nauseous as it reminded her of her trip there. She decided that she didn't enjoy sailing nearly as much as she had thought that she would. The rocking of the ship hadn't been lulling or soothing or anything else that she had thought that it would be. No, not at all. Being on the ship had only proved to make her nauseous and even more clumsy than she usually was. She had lost her meals nearly every time she had one until she decided that, since they were only a mere two days away from docking the ship, that she simply wouldn't eat again until they were on solid land. While on the ship she had stubbed her toes more than she could count, bumped her knees until they were bruised, stumbled into walls more than occasionally, and had even managed to accidentally stab her own left hand with her fork while eating. Her hand had bled profusely and was now wrapped in the strip of cloth that she usually wore around her neck. It still stung just a little bit but was otherwise fine. The cloth was bloodstained and she doubted that she could wash it clean.

Where was she? It was a good question. Did she know? Of course she knew where she was, but why she was there was an entirely different, and even better, question. Why was she there? She didn't really know, to be honest. She had no real motive behind coming here. You see, Vallari has an odd habit of, if she should hear something interesting about a certain place, pretty much no matter where it is, she tends to end up there before she really ever takes the chance to think her actions through. She was in the harbour, on the docks of Remusiat. It was cold- colder than she liked or would ever get used to. Her knee was beginning to ache just slightly from the chill, stiffening up a touch. Though, it was dull compared to how it would have felt should she had not taken a couple Miyu Beans.

It was summer and there was still snow on the ground along with a rather cold wind sweeping past, stirring her hair and stealing away any body heat that would have stored itself in her clothing. At that moment, she regretted not investing in a cloak or something else that would have been useful to keep her warm. She was freezing and could swear that she could feel the icy snow right down to the middle of her bones. But now there was the new question. The better question than that of why she was there. It was the question of where to go from here. She didn't know this area. At a loss, Vallari stood her ground in the middle of the docks with her bag slung over her shoulder, confusion playing across her features, and her hands clasped in front of herself, unsure of where to go from there.
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« Reply #22 on: October 29, 2007, 04:36:21 AM »

Ilmastas the Harbour Vendor

Ilmastas looked at the older woman who came back after buying a couple of his spice cakes.  At first, he worried that she was going to complain, but seeing her expression, hoped that she was going to buy another two.  Making a living down here was not an easy one, for most of the sailors were not the spice cake buying variety.  If only he could sell ale, he mused.

When he heard the old woman's request, Ilmastas smiled kindly.  "Ah, ye be talkin' the Wison Breath Inn.  Well, mum," he pointed to one busy street, "Ye be takin' that road there and followin' it for about nine streets.  Ye canna miss it.  It'll do ya good, mum, it is the best ye will find 'ere in our city."

He looked at her, and as he did, he noticed how frail she looked, and it reminded him of his own mother who had gone to Kor'och's graces earlier that year.  If only he could, he would shut down his vending stall and take her there himself.  But, alas, that was impossible.  Poor woman.

He then noticed a younger girl standing by herself, wearing the same lost expression that the older woman wore.  He smiled at the idea that flooded his head.  He leaned forward and touched the older woman's arm reassuringly, but looked past her and called out.  "'Ey!  Ye there!  Missy!  Come 'ere for a moment."  He would get the young one to take the older woman.  It looked like the young one was going to need a place as well.  He smiled to himself at his cleverness.
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« Reply #23 on: October 29, 2007, 07:24:12 AM »

The cold seeped its way into everything on her, pushing its way into her skin right down until it felt as though it chilled her very bones. It was the wind the caressed her with icy kisses that broke her stillness and drove her to shivering, goosebumps covering her entire body. Her body wasn't shivering- it was shuddering, the shaking too violent to remain in the category of shivering. Her teeth chattered and one might wonder why she just stood there, taking in her surroundings, instead of finding somewhere away from the wind and, possibly, the chill of the cold summer. At that moment, she wasn't thinking about the cold. She wasn't thinking about the fact that her nose and cheeks were pink from what they probably thought was a biting wind. Nor was she thinking about the fact that her extremities, such as her fingers and lips and ears, were draining of blood in a frantic attempt to keep her core body temperature up. Though her body was screaming for warmth, she was far too busy picturing the docks as a drawing. Fading the contrast, painting all the colors in soft pastels instead of the hard contrasts which surrounded her.

"Ey! Ye there!" The yell caught her off guard. It ripped her out of her own little world and brought her back to reality so suddenly that she gasped, the cold air burning her throat. She snapped her head around towards where the voice had come from. "Missy! Come 'ere for a moment." The sudden movement made her dizzy and she numbly stumbled towards the vendor as she attempted to recover from her sudden bout of seasick like nausea.

By the time her feet carried her before the man, she had fought off the last of the dizziness. She found herself standing before a vendor with an old woman at her side. It almost caught her off guard, so busy with biting back the nausea and cold that she hadn't realized that she had even begun to comply to the man's request. The old woman was wisened. Vallari found herself wondering if, should she paint this woman's portrait, she would learn all the secrets to life of which only age taught so thoroughly. Wrinkles expressed years of life that she could only dream of living, each line holding a little slice of knowledge that one could not learn from books or words told by others. Wisdom sung softly from the soften features of this woman's face, boldly brown orbs beholding the world before her, still alertly aware. The artist found herself compelled to draw the woman.

It was a thought and she figured that she would probably find herself sketching the face of this older woman later, once she found herself a room at an Inn. Turning her gaze back to the vendor, she gave him her full attention. He was plain to her. Her voice came out breathless, a bit rough around the edges, the cold having dried her throat. "Yes? Can I help you, sir?" Vallari asked it so softly that she was unsure of whether or not he would be able to hear her. But she didn't particularly feel compelled to repeat herself, so she stood there in the biting cold and waited for him to speak.
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« Reply #24 on: October 29, 2007, 07:29:42 AM »

     
     After what seemed like ages the blasted boat finally docked at Remusiat. Many ships were docked there, unloading and loading their cargo and getting ready to set off again. Calder remembered the crew talking about how this northern port was only open for the short summer months. He was glad he had chosen to go when he had, or else he'd still be stuck in the south and would be to close to his son even if he traveled to Strata. The wind stired his brown hair as he stood on the decks. He let out a small sigh as he thought of his little boy, and the woman he loved. He turned toward the rear of the boat, preparing to go gather his things. That life was behind him.

     He went below and first dug two leads of rope from his pack, tying an end around the strip of leather around the necks of his two pups. They bounded around the small room happily, slamming into the wall a couple times as the ship rocked on the water. After getting the dogs tied off he lifted his saddle bags and slung them over his shoulder. With all his stuff in hand he took one last look around the small cabin to make sure he didn't leave anything. Satisfied that he had all his belongings, he opened the cabin door and was almost dragged out on desk by two hyper mutts.

     On deck everything was running smoothly as the crew began unloading their cargo. The only thing that wasn't going well was his horse. Beast was making a scene as two sailors attempted to drag the horse up on deck. But they succeeded, knocking over a cask of dried meat and hitting a crate of crockery as they went. Calder grimaced and started to follow the men down the gangway, only to be stopped by a strong hand on his shoulder. With his free hand he reached into his coin pouch and pulled out a few sans, it seemed more than enough to satisfy the captain as he lifted his hand a moment later. Calder walked down the gangway, knowing the more than likely nothing had been broken, but he didn't really care. Beast had caused plenty of trouble during the trip that it was well worth the extra sans to get him there alive.

     They reached the dock and for the first few peds or so, Calder was dangerously close to falling over and tripping over his own feet into one of the men near him that carried a cask of something. He kept himself steady though standing in the middle of the docks, waiting for the world to stop rocking as the two pups bounced around, falling into each other as their legs adjusted to solid ground. After a few queasy moment's Calder started off again, leading Beast by the reins and struggling with the two pups as they tried to wrap their leads around his legs.

     Tal has succeeded in tripping his master, the rope that was tied to the dog had found its way around Calder's legs and with a quick burst of speed in one direction Calder lost his balance. He almost went face first to the hard ground beneath him but grabbed hold of Beast's saddle just in time. With his other hand he reached out, grabbing hold of the sleeve of someone, trying to steady himself. The two pups romped around Beast, now free for the moment. Calder stood straight now, trying to get the dogs to settle down for a moment before looking up at the person he had grabbed onto. The man appeared to be a guard.

     "Sorry sir," Calder said quickly. "Would you mind telling me where I can find the nearest inn?"
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« Reply #25 on: October 29, 2007, 12:56:27 PM »

Ilmastas the Harbour Vendor

The young girl seemed quite shy, and that only endeared her to Ilmastas all the more.  It was beginning to look as if he had chosen wisely in seeking her to lead the older woman to the inn.  "Yes, Missy.  I 'ave a favour to be askin' of ye." He motioned to the older woman.  "This kind lady be needin' a room at the inn, and she might be in need of help getting there. As ye look new here as well, I was 'oping you could travel with 'er an' see to it she gets there in one piece."  He held out a spice cake to the girl. "Ye can 'ave one of these, no charge, for ye troubles.  It's not much, but it's all I gots.  I would go, meself, but I needs to stay 'ere an' all."  He looked apologetically at the two women, one of whom reminded him of his mother, the other who he would have liked to remind him of a daughter, had he had a daughter.



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Having a sneer on his face for being bumped into, the guard looked the stranger over.  It had been a long day, and he was not in the mood.  He did not appreciate being taken off the wall with his mates and posted here, as part of updated security on the wharfs today.  And why?  He had heard rumours that some mages were in the city.  If there were, the hopefully Xandreth's dogs would get them.  Horvahn, that was the man's name.  The guard shuddered.  There were many nasty rumours that went along with Horvahn.  If only half of them were true.....

He glanced down at the untrained pups and shook his head.  Damn foreigners.  He inclined his head toward the city.  "Follow the main road and you can't miss it.  Unless you have as little sense as those mutts of yours."
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« Reply #26 on: October 29, 2007, 10:03:25 PM »

     The guard looked at for a moment, and then his gaze moved to Tal and Swift. With a look of distaste on his face he spoke, "Follow the main road and you can't miss it. Unless you have as little sense as those mutts of yours."

     Calder almost said something in return but he stopped himself. It wasn't the time to go finding trouble and he was still agitated from the sea voyage. He shook his head, Tal and Swift seemed to have little sense anyways. He grinned and thanked the guard before heading off. Calder wandered down the main road the man talked about, the pups tugging at their leads and Beast still trying to regain his land legs, the horse swaying slightly as they walked. Calder kept a firm hand on the saddle horn, knowing it wouldn't do it him much good if the horse fell but at least it let him feel like he was helping.

     After a while the inn came in sight ahead of him. Calder breathed a sigh of relief, glad that they would soon be out of the wind. The pups seemed to love it but the wind seemed to easily cut through his clothing. They moved closer, the wind stirring his hair and causing strands to fall into his face. Yeah, it would be good to be out of this wind, he silently told himself again.
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« Reply #27 on: October 30, 2007, 04:47:53 AM »

Simonne

Simonne looked up the street that the vendor had pointed out, but before she could move in that direction, she was stopped by his calling over a young and very cold looking woman. Well, she could understand that, she was quite cold herself and she was wearing a mantle over her clothes. Her head went back and forth between the two, then she suddenly chuckled.

"Thank you, son. I think I can make my way over there on my own without anything happening to me, but thanks for your concern anyway. But if the girl's got to be in the inn too, we can just as well go there together. Coming, love?" She asked, addressing the girl. Without really waiting for a reply, she walked off in the direction of the main street, her cane ticking on the cobbled stones though not exactly doing its job of giving her support. She usually didn't need any support. If she was fit enough to come all the way here, she was fit enough to get to an inn without help. Really, she'd only left the vendor so quickly to keep him from giving her more unsought for help. Still, the girl might be good company. The old woman looked around to see if she was coming or not.

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The soldier looked to the side for a moment as he was addressed by the wizard's aide. Then he looked around at the retreating back of the arrogant one, and shook his head. As the young one asked his question for the last time, Jorgan looked at him again. In his mind, pity and contempt were warring with each other, neither really coming out the winner, but not beaten down by the other either. However, he kept his eyes carefully emotion-free as he answered.

"Magic has brought us nothing but trouble in the past, so we thought it best to ban it. After the ban, however, the people remembered. We are a people of memories; the past is important to us. We are also a conservative group, we Remusians. We like what we know. We don't like what we don't know, or what we don't wish to know. It is a way of living as much as any." He looked ahead again, and gestured with his chin.

"You see the tower over there? That's where we're going. A room was prepared for the wizard and one other, but I guess you'll be sleeping alone now. When the King is ready to see you - though he is expecting the wizard himself - he will send a messenger. Until then, you are free to see our city - with an escort, of course, most likely myself."

That reminded him - the retinue of guards they had was really too much for just one apprentice wizard. He turned to the soldiers and dismissed a few of them to the barracks, where they could enjoy themselves as they saw fit until called upon for duty. Two of them remained with Jorgan and the wizard, paying attention to the people around them, making sure that their swords were loose in the sheaths. Jorgan hoped the people would do nothing. He was even quite sure they wouldn't - but not entirely...

After walking a little while in silence, as they neared the King's Tower, he realised that he couldn't always be referring to the man next to him as 'young one'. He might even be older then himself, but his whole attitude was so... well, naive, that Jorgan couldn't help it. "Might I ask your name?" he said.

***Helvil, please post in the Tower thread, where we will be entering shortly. Otherwise we're gonna be in the harbour forever :P***
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« Reply #28 on: October 30, 2007, 08:49:03 AM »

Vallari stood there in the freezing, biting, stupid cold and shivered as this vendor asked her to escort the older woman to the Inn. The first thought to run across her mind was that the woman better know the way, for she surely did not. She rubbed her small calloused hands together in an attempt to warm them, but the effort seemed to be pretty fruitless as it only served to cause her numbed hands to tingle in a very unpleasant way. She bobbed her head repetitively in agreeance to the vendor as he spoke until he held out a spice cake to her. The thought of food, at the moment, seemed like a bad idea. The movement around her was still causing her to be a bit nauseous, but she supposed that she might as well take whatever she might be offered. Ceasing her useless task of rubbing her hands together, she gingerly took the spice cake and gave the man a huge smile. She would have insisted to pay him for the spice cake, as she didn't want to hinder his business in the least by simply taking his food. Surely this man had to make a living. But she was afraid that she might be low on money, nor was she quite sure that her hands still retained the maneuverability to fish out the due amount of money from her leather pouch.

The woman, however, declined the man's offer by insisting that she could make it to the Inn by herself. She continued on to say that, should Vee want to find an Inn, that she could accompany her. Brilliant eyes focused on the old woman as she hobbled off down the street. She was confused, to say the least. Had her help been declined then replaced with an offer to accompany the woman? It didn't make sense. But it didn't matter if it didn't make sense. She would follow the woman anyways as she seemed to know the way to the Inn. However, Vee found that she was having one minor problem... She couldn't seem to get her legs working.

She replayed the woman's parting note in her head twice before her brain began to work and screamed at her legs to function. "Coming, love?" she had said. Yes. Indeed. She was coming, as soon as her feet would work. After a long moment, she kicked her legs into gear and jogged to catch up with the woman as quickly as possible. The thought of being at a warm, cozy Inn far away from the icy cold outside drove her legs to keep moving and her to ignore the pressure that she felt on her knee. It would have hurt if she hadn't taken the Miyu beans. It would have hurt if she wasn't so very cold. She walked beside the woman, matching her pace, and slowly ate her spice cake.
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« Reply #29 on: November 23, 2007, 04:15:15 PM »

"Atchoo!" A loud sneeze erupted from Nyxthia's direction. Sniffing, she drew her cloak closer towards her. "Blasted cold! Blasted weather! I'm freezing my ass off! I practically have icicles from my snot! Hell, my icicles has icicles!" Nyxie moaned to Glacier. He looked at her with his unreadable almond eyes. With a small snort, he pressed his body closer to her, giving her warmth.

Nyxie snuggled closer to him, relishing the heat. Her breath came out in bursts of fog and mist as she exhaled. "Shall we get into a inn, Galacier?" she asked. Wriggling out of his embrace, she stood up and started stamping her feet. "I can't feel my toes. Or my nose. Or my fingers," she muttered. She wanted to scream in frustration. How could I be so stupid, coming to a ice cold country like this? I was raised in the freaking desert for Fae's sake! She remembered her purpose here. Well, I do need maps... Pushing her discomfort to the back of her mind, she walked over to one of the many food vendors. "Please, sir. Could you direct me to the inn?" she asked politely.
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