Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Mar 31, 2020 17:49:26 GMT -8
"It's beautiful," she said honestly... She watched as Story examined the gem closer in the firelight, admiring the reflections of light within the rock. She looked at Bart then and said, "And you were taking it back here when you fell?" Both literally and figuratively, she thought with a wry grin forming on her lips since she fell along with him in the figurative sense. And now they were here in the forest, a very talkative forest, though quieted since she became too sleepy for said conversation.
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Barthlomew Eads
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 1, 2020 6:42:18 GMT -8
"I was," he told her glancing downward to her fair features, "It never left me even in your home. It was too important. The delay was not something I expected to happen but it appears to be the way things were meant to be." Or how he could have never hoped they would be. He never imagined meeting a woman so kindly and beautiful. The way she was wrapped in the firelight he never even had a chance. He would have abandoned the jewel to keep her safe. A thought that now that he had it was unsettling and the reason he was trusting Story.
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Story
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Roleplay posts: 16
Age: Timeless
Physical Description: Story is many things, but nothing, a spirit and yet real enough to the eye.
Allegiances: The Throne of Usque
Registered: Mar 2, 2020 18:18:04 GMT -8
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Post by Story on Apr 1, 2020 6:45:05 GMT -8
He watched the two with baleful eyes. What he asked was not easy and it would test their young love. He simply hoped that they would be up to the task but he would never have asked if he did not believe them so. He replaced the jewel within the velvet choosing to tie the keeping it within his hand for a moment.
"You will see it again," he reassured them both, "When you return to Eadurin,"
It appeared that Story was not much for goodbyes for the instant that he said this the fire flickered, rising higher, and they would see the sheen of wings in the fading light that was the edge of what the fire could reach. The call of an eagle came from above their small camp flying away from them and towards Barthlomew's home.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 5, 2020 7:42:40 GMT -8
She gave a nod by way of reply, raising her brow when the elf eyed them the way he did. She looked back to Bart then and said, "I am glad I was there to help even if it meant a delay in you returning home. I know that sounds selfish of me." She made no excuses for her selfishness, she didn't really need to make any.
Fia watched then as Story disappeared, then heard the call he made as an eagle. "Well then," she said quietly, "That was a most interesting diversion." And it was true enough. Her head came to rest on Bart's shoulder and she gave a sigh. "Did I just get us into some trouble, though?"
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 6, 2020 13:06:09 GMT -8
"You are the sort of trouble that I do not mind," he would tell her as Story took his leave. Good riddance he thought of the forest created. At least this time he had something serious to say and had not been playing with them in a way that would make him rise to the occasion. Bart was truly slow to anger but depending on the situation it could accelerate his reaction. Story had almost pitted Fianna against him and it was a regrettable thing to have done as he would not soon forget it.
Still the night was not a waste to him. Both had finally expressed their feelings for one another and he would kiss her forehead as she leaned into him, "We should get some sleep."
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 8, 2020 5:25:09 GMT -8
Fianna would never have gone against Bart, not that she knew he was thinking about that. She was loyal to him, which she did think about in that moment based on what he said. She couldn't go back home to her father, didn't want to. She smiled at him and said, "Well, I am glad to hear it, Bart." There was amusement in her voice as she spoke, her eyes dancing even as tired as they were. She leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. then moved to hunker down for the night.
"You're right. It's been a long night and it is time to sleep." She patted the spot behind her for him to join her, having grown to like their spooning very much.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 8, 2020 5:49:30 GMT -8
He kissed her in return not allowing the sour mood that he carried to ruin what little good there felt like was left to the night. Then he joined her with a knowing smile as he pulled her close against him. He would not push her where she was not ready, and it was inappropriate for a girl who he felt stood on some ceremony when it came to matters of the heart.
Still he would press a small kiss on the edge of her neck where her hair was falling down, "I do love you Fianna," he told her before relaxing in. He had no energy to even worry about anything more than the light touch on the edge of her waist and the way that his arm snuck around her waist.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 8, 2020 6:03:21 GMT -8
"I love you too," she said softly. She felt him kiss the back of her neck after he climbed in. Warmth spread through her at his touch. She snuggled back when his arm went around her. Her mouth curved up into a smile as she began to doze off. Oh, if only they had not been interrupted by a certain person, she might have not been so tired and would have the energy to do more than just cuddle with him. But the timing was not right for that. Fia, of course, was ignorant of just what that was but there was more and she knew it.
The girl slipped into a peaceful sleep with a smile on her face, for she was thinking about him and those little touches he made.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 8, 2020 6:10:46 GMT -8
The morning would come with reminders. The trees would whisper to wake them. They had watched them and Bart had entrusted them with such for one night. They were after all committed to their goal as well and making sure the two were safe was part of that trust. Bart woke with the first whispers. He kissed Fianna gently in the same spot as the night before. Then he would rise.
They were heading West instead of North. He knew the path they would begin on but not too far after that.
Heading to the horses the fire had been exstinquished overnight by running out of fuel. He was lax to restart the embers now which meant a cold breakfast.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 8, 2020 6:27:09 GMT -8
It wasn't the whisper of the trees that woke her up, it was the kiss to the back of her neck. Her eyes fluttered open and she crawled out of the bedroll. "Good morning," she said cheerfully. She had not been a cheerful person in the morning when she woke for the last bit of their journey, but she was now. She didn't seem to mind that there would be cold breakfast, seeing no point in getting the fire going again when they had things to do.
She would actually get some water to dump onto the embers so that a fire wouldn't be sparked if the wind blew wrong. The trees were telling her to do it and she listened.
She set about putting things away, breaking down camp. Breakfast would be welcomed after the work done. "Do we just eat on the go?"
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 13, 2020 6:01:29 GMT -8
“It might be for the best, our journey will be a few weeks to reach the heart of the forest itself and then the journey to the palace,” he was considering that the woman still had to return to her home as well but they needed to be there for her coronation. The presentation of the crown while everyone was present would mean the most in this case.
He reassured her saddle was settled before working on his own, “We do have a few more days of easy riding before we reach where the Ogres live.”
They would be skirting their territory as well as possible. It would cost them another two days but being able to safely reach the crown itself would be their first goal. The second would be traveling while keeping such a powerful item concealed.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 13, 2020 14:14:32 GMT -8
She nodded in response, moving to help tend to whatever else needed tending at the moment. "I understand," she said as she worked. "Ogres? I do not imagine we should like to get stuck staring at ogres." She finished what she was doing and eyed Bart from across the way. Whenever they were both finished doing what needed to be done, she swung up onto her mare, who danced to the side a little and wuffled.
"I am not sure how ready I am to brandish a sword at one either." But she would if she had to, she thought despite herself.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 20, 2020 6:54:58 GMT -8
Setting them off along the path there was still one to follow for another day or so. Then they would be in the thicker parts of the forest that was untraveled by many leaving them with no choice but to find the densely covered parts of the canopy in order to traverse the forest floor that was unencumbered.
Fianna seemed surprised at the Ogres and he wished that he could be his smile tighter than it might have been normally, "I would prefer to not be stuck staring at one either and a sword is hard to swing at something so large but I do believe you have the courage."
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Post by Fianna on Apr 22, 2020 5:28:26 GMT -8
"I have never had the displeasure of eyeballing an ogre," she said as they rode along. "I don't plan on eyeballing one any time soon," she dimpled at him, serious but her eyes danced with some humor. She navigated her horse close enough to his that she could reach out and touch his arm in appreciation for his confidence in her; she was glad someone had confidence for her when she wasn't so sure about her own confidence.
"I will certainly try if I must fight them." Or die trying, she added silently, not wanting to speak that out loud.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 22, 2020 7:01:18 GMT -8
He did not allow her to back away so easily sliding his hand upward when she touched his arm and drew her own back. He took hers for a second but released it after squeezing it as it was difficult to hold onto while riding. He would not put her in such danger as approaching an Ogre without his help. Nor would he ever put her in that danger if he could help it.
He'd begun to whittle down their sticks they were using for practice. They were not quite as heavy as a sword but they would do to get her used to the motions until she could get used to the weight. He had them at his side but he figured it was time to learn to use a bow. Even if she could not draw it back all the way he had some hope since she had been practicing and her arms were becoming more toned.
"Here," he would hold it out to her, "We might as well get some practice in now, try and pull back the string and let it back down slowly."
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 27, 2020 6:41:02 GMT -8
She smiled at him when he took her hand and squeezed. It was too bad they couldn't hold hands while riding, but it wasn't a good idea and she knew it, but even so, her disappointment was there for a fleeting moment.
She took the bow that he handed to her and she nodded. That was one thing she could do while riding was to learn to use a bow. She handed him the reigns to her horse so he could keep her on track and she positioned the bow the way she had seen it done in the past. Then she would use her right hand to draw back the string and such. She would draw it back as far as she could, but she wasn't strong enough yet to draw it all the way back. She would keep doing it for the next hour until her arm gave out.
She was going to be sore come morning.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 29, 2020 5:10:13 GMT -8
He did not approve of pushing her so harshly but he knew to survive this world she would have to have the tensile strength to pull back his bow. That or they would have to obtain an elven one that was enchanted to be easier to pull. Not that the elves needed such a thing. He would advise her to switch hands after a while. Even if she was not to fire with the other it would help her overall strength when she needed to wield a sword as well.
Bart kept eyes upon the road while she practiced his nerves keeping him quieter than he had been before. That was until she handed the bow back to him, “You’re a most impressive woman Fianna.”
He meant it, he believed that she committed to things with all her heart and when she wanted something she went for it, no matter if would be hard.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on Apr 29, 2020 14:13:07 GMT -8
Her arm was about useless by that point, shaking from her efforts, but she had managed an hour as stated before. Her gaze moved over to Bart and she smiled, "I don't think I am, but I will accept your compliment, Swaine," she grinned at him and then said in all seriousness, "Thank you."
She rubbed at her arm then and looked ahead. Then she began to sing because that is what she did when she was happy. She would go on like that for maybe ten minutes and then stop so she could eat a little bit.
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Barthlomew Eads
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Roleplay posts: 111
Age: 32
Registered: Nov 8, 2019 11:40:55 GMT -8
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Post by Barthlomew Eads on Apr 29, 2020 18:14:11 GMT -8
“You should accept it as it is said, for I do believe it,” he reassured her again before she began to sing. The forest listened, he listened, and the trees gave her a symphony of sound joining in on every word that came from her. They enjoyed the lilt of her voice. She was not as clear as the elves. Not as calming as the deep voices of the ogres when they thrummed a vibration coming from their throats. But she was so beautiful in her own right in the fleeting reminder that her voice was not one that would grace them for centuries.
Bart simply listened as well. There was an unbelievable joy in her voice. One he could not ignore and had he heard her sing before he ever laid eyes on her he would have searched for all time to do so.
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Fianna
Committed
Roleplay posts: 87
Age: 20
Physical Description: Hair: Black
Eyes: Cobalt
Height: Average
Build: Curvy
Weight: Average
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Clothes and Equipment: The general trappings of a young lady of good breeding as well as a healer without the use of magic.
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Registered: Nov 10, 2019 11:08:39 GMT -8
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Post by Fianna on May 1, 2020 17:20:47 GMT -8
Another song eventually sprang from her lips to help pass the time. Even her horse seemed to be in a tranquil mood by that point because of her mistress singing. But then she stopped short and prompted the mare to stop with the arm that was still useful. She turned her head to look at Bart and said, "Why can't I hear the birds singing anymore?" it was said softly. Was it because the birds stopped to listen too, or was there something else?
She prompted the mare to move forward again, and the beast wiffled and nickered a little in response. Suddenly, the sound of the birds filled the air again and she glanced over to Bart again in confusion.
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