Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 5, 2020 7:39:21 GMT -8
She looked warily at him as he moved to pull something from his back, flinching like he was about to hit her, even going so far as cowering. But then she saw that he was giving her food. With a long moment of hesitation, she soon pounced on the food and cried while she ate. Fingers shook as they crammed the pieces of bread into her mouth so quickly she gagged a couple of times. Mia started to slow down about halfway through when her stomach had stopped cramping, and when she was done altogether, she gave a sigh of relief. Her eyes moved to his face, she lifted a palm in thanks and said, "Danke."
Then she touched her sternum as if to indicate herself, and said in heavily accented common, "I am Amia," slowly. She felt self-conscious by that point, knowing she must look a fright at the moment. She had been about to take a bath while she had the chance, though not before she started a fire. The girl moved back to the pile of wood and then to the small pit she had dug, arranging the wood in that and tearing a part of her shift to use as kindling. Then she looked for a couple of bigger stones that she could create sparks with. "You help?"
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Raeran Daezumin
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Roleplay posts: 34
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 8, 2020 7:26:18 GMT -8
Raeran couldn't help but watch her with a sympathetic expression - she was obviously starving and well out of place. His ears perked up when she was able to speak, what he could only assume was, her name. When she moved to try for a fire he spoke up a little. "It's nice to meet you, Amia."
He watched her look around the ground for something - he was guessing that she was looking for rocks. The fire pit to-be was a good clue. He felt a bit nervous - open fires in the forest made many of the resident creatures and spirits and denizens nervous. He hadn't witnessed the Dragonfire personally, but he remembered the surge in the air. The panic, the pain, the sheer terror - it shocked every magical thread of the Usque and everyone that touched it. Just the recollection made his heart race.
"Help?" He swallowed hard and tried to calm his nerves. "What is it you need?" he asked, hoping that maybe she was after something else.
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 9, 2020 7:03:10 GMT -8
"Campfire," she said... "I need a bath but not without fire to help me dry. I washed my clothes, they need to dry too... My fingers are so shaky." Hopefully, he understood her heavy accented common tongue. She held up the stones, not aware of the fear that he had in him about open flame because she had never been near the Usque until now. She was only aware that she was dirty and itchy and she wanted to feel some semblance of normalcy while she had the chance to do so.
She tilted her head in a fae-like manner, her eyes peering at him in curiosity when he seemed to hesitate in helping her to build a fire. Her fingers shook enough that the rocks rattled within her grasp.
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Raeran Daezumin
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 9, 2020 19:31:52 GMT -8
One hard look at his eyes showed he was battling a dilemma in his head. On the one hand, he could help her to start the fire and everything would be okay. She would have warmth, dry her clothes, but then what? She was clearly lost and alone, starving. Or the fire could attract a pyre spirit or a fire Fae and the mayhem would ensue.
The alternative to both? Well... he just hoped she wasn't a crazy person, or afraid of mana. But, of course, his mother and sisters would have already suggested this option in the very beginning. Maybe he should have.
His attention finally focused back on her, and he tried to settle a small smile on his lips. "What if... we leave here? What if I take you to my home? You could get a hot bath, a good meal. Get you squared away before you go off on your way again."
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 11, 2020 8:47:12 GMT -8
She didn't know what to do by that point. He clearly didn't want to help her with the campfire she was trying to build, she wasn't so blind that she couldn't see that. Her lips pulled down into a frown and she tilted her head. "But my clothes..." she said lamely. "I washed them because I hadn't had a chance to until now... they are wet." And she was so... very... tired. Her legs were screaming for her to sit down right then.
"I..." she wasn't insensible though. "Alright... But I am not sure how much further I can walk," she said honestly. Her feet were blistered, her eyes were heavy, she just wanted to feel human again and sleep the sleep of a baby. The rocks were dropped onto the ground and she moved to pick up the wet clothing and stuff her feet back into the ruined looking shoes.
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Raeran Daezumin
Established
Roleplay posts: 34
Age: ???
Physical Description: A young-looking Elf of Usque. His complexion is fair, almost with a soft glow from the stark, bleached blond hair that flows smoothly down a strong back but falling just a few inches shy of the small of his back. He stands at an even six feet and weighs a bit over 210 lbs - thanks to the soft cut lines of muscle across his figure. His pointed ears are tall rather than short, and his eyes are a vivid, bright green.
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Clothes and Equipment: Plain clothes - thin and light hose and undershirt, comfortable tunic and trousers, sturdy boots, occasionally a rather intricate travel cloak - a pride as it was sewn by his mother with painstaking care, with soft cotton and laced with spider silk to keep warmth in and water and cold out.
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Registered: Mar 1, 2020 8:12:55 GMT -8
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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Mar 13, 2020 7:10:59 GMT -8
He mulled her words over in his head, trying to make sure he understood - her accent was so foreign that it was hard to understand somewhat, but not impossible. He watched with a lump in his throat as she gathered her miserable clothing and forced her feet into such horrible shoes. He felt terrible for having to force her to walk - he hadn't considered that when he made the offer.
But hopefully he could offer her some comforts once they were safely at his home. He stood back up and returned to the impatient little colt that was tugging on his lead, taking the rope and leading the wily thing along. "It shouldn't be far," he tacked on, biting on his lower lip just a bit. He had already been wandering for a couple of hours prior to this, hunting down the foal, and was pretty sure they were at least a half hour away if not a little more.
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Amia Deluth
Established
Roleplay posts: 42
Age: 18
Physical Description: She stands at an average height, with long red hair, a delicate freckled face, blue eyes, and noble bearing.
Clothes and Equipment: Silver Circlet
Silk Robes
Dagger
Slippers
Chain link girdle
Psaltery
Bag of herbs and medicinals
Registered: May 25, 2019 10:11:17 GMT -8
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Post by Amia Deluth on Mar 13, 2020 9:46:07 GMT -8
Her legs were shaking with fatigue as they walked, water dripping freely from the wet clothing that looked like it had been finely made at one point in time, clothing that now looked sad and useless. With a sigh, she had to stop frequently, at one point deciding the shoes needed to go. She eventually took those off and delicately followed him along with bare feet. By the end of the trip, she was more miserable and tired, but the lass didn't complain about her state of being at that moment in time.
(now would be a good time to move to that thread)
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