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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 12, 2020 18:21:15 GMT -8
This snippet of information pressed his lips to a hard frown as they returned to the quaint living room, where he gestured to a comfy couch while it slipped into a matching chair to sit. "Then... I can only guess that you are royalty from where you come from," he replied. "And you fled to stay away from this man, but... to what end? You are now here in Usque, with no plan."
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Amia Deluth
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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 Apr 12, 2020 19:02:39 GMT -8
She settled down on the couch when he gestured and then frowned at his words. "No, I am not royalty... Noble, yes." She looked down. "I didn't have time to plan," came her whisper. "My father didn't care that the Archduke would not have been a good husband to me... I am but a chattel to him, a cow to be sold at auction. There is more to it than just my lack of desire to marry and become a Duchess."
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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 Apr 12, 2020 19:51:04 GMT -8
"... that is despicable," he grunted, his jaw setting hard at the thought. He took a moment to relax and keep from clenching his teeth before he spoke again. "I can see why you left, but I must confess that I worry about letting out wander back out into the wilderness. While the Usque isn't malicious, there are a number of other creatures out there that would take a certain delight in killing you - slowly, in some cases. You were very fortunate that I found you first."
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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 Apr 13, 2020 5:00:46 GMT -8
"That is the way of it in Vessia," she said softly. "Marriages are usually arranged and the daughters have no say in who they marry. Or at least... that is how it was for me. And my father... all he cares about is climbing the societal rungs, not about me or the way I felt a cold pit of fear in my belly upon learning to whom I would be wed. There is something sinister about that man that he frightened me so." She sighed. And then he was telling her about her luck and she looked down at her hands, which were wringing in her lap. "I would have let them have me if it meant not going back to Vessia."
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 13, 2020 18:24:54 GMT -8
Hearing her plight, and how desperation would have led her to a willing death made his stomach twist in a knot and he tried not to grimace at the thought. But he had to wrestle it away with a small smile instead.
"Well... you are not in your, uh, Vessia anymore. As far as I can tell, you're free to do what you want. Go where you want. I cannot imagine anyone here in Usque wanting to send you home."
That last bit was a lie, but so long as she was here he had no intention of doing so. Granted, even the skeptical weren't keen on sending people anywhere, just sending the outsiders beyond Usquean borders. He felt she was relatively safe.
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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 Apr 14, 2020 6:03:39 GMT -8
"I've never been free..." she said with a tight whisper. She was not going to cry though, the time for tears had come and passed a long time ago. Instead, she lifted her chin and said, "I don't have anywhere to go. I..." She was frightened, to be completely real... not knowing where to go or how to go on in general... no plan in place. She'd just... pulled the old trick of tying bedsheets together and climbed down using that from four stories up, it wasn't pleasant and she had thought she was going to die by falling.
But she hadn't fallen, and she hadn't died from exposure, however that was possible... And now she was staring at a wood elf for the first time in her life, in the middle of a forest that may or may not be enchanted, she thought, with no place to go and no plan.
Amia gave a sigh. "Thank you," was all she could say.
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 14, 2020 6:42:40 GMT -8
The defeat in her expression and her voice tugged at his heart strings once again. He couldn't just... let her wander back out into the woods. She would end up dead within a day, maybe two if she was lucky. His gaze dropped to one of his hands on the arm of his chair, where one of his short but fine nails absent-mindedly scratched at the material. What could he do? He had no qualms with helping her for a few nights, but she couldn't stay - they were both strangers here, and that wasn't particularly smart.
So what could he do to help her?
"I... I can try to gather a few things for you, for travel," he murmured. "So you don't starve, or freeze. I cannot give you a horse, I hope you understand. But I can make you a pack. I... if it would help, I can take you to the city, Usque ar Hara. You may find more help there... maybe." His hand came up to scratch his chin as he tried to think of more. "You could try the palace... but I wouldn't. There's a lot happening lately."
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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 Apr 14, 2020 7:14:40 GMT -8
Despite her willing herself not to cry, the girl burst into tears of frustration. It wasn't the elf's fault she cried, it was a combination of several things. "I don't know what to do," she said helplessly, "The forest has been whispering to me," which it didn't do with just ANYone. It meant that if she went back into the forest, she would be fine for the most part, though the trees couldn't stop, say, an Ogre or goblin from grabbing the girl up for supper. "I will go with you, but I am not sure where things will go from there. Ugh, everything is a mess and it's my fault."
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 14, 2020 7:26:08 GMT -8
"Oh, no - nonono, please don't cry...!" He fumbled out of his seat and to get into a corner closet of linens to find her a handkerchief to dry her tears with. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Once she had it in her hands he carefully sat back down, letting the rest of her words rattle around his brain until something stood out. "... wait. You said you can hear the forest?"
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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 Apr 14, 2020 7:37:54 GMT -8
"Yes, it's been whispering to me since I came into the forest... I don't know, several days ago?" If she had been in the forest for several days, it meant that there was a reason she was there. SHE didn't know that yet. She took hold of the hanky and buried her face into it, "Sometimes I can't make out what it says..." she said muffled into the hanky. Then she pulled the thing back and continued, "Other times, it's like it whispers right into my ear. Sometimes it is like it comes from within my own head, and it tells me which way to go and not go."
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 14, 2020 7:56:21 GMT -8
That... made things very different. VERY different. This was way over his head, yet he wanted to start a flurry of questions. But that wouldn't do any good if he couldn't do anything with the answers. He remained quiet again for a short moment as he considered what to do.
Finally he sat back in the chair and tapped his fingers of one hand on the armrest. "If you can hear the trees then you are not an outsider," he said bluntly. "Just to explain, outsiders of Usque are not usually welcome - the people here will want you to leave or Usque will..., well, will you out. But you heard Usque whisper to you, and you are - you said, noble?
"I think that you might find help in the city, perhaps even the palace. If you wish to go, that is. If you do, I will take you there myself - I am due for a showing there in a week. I think you may find questions and answers there that I cannot think of."
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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 Apr 15, 2020 4:50:34 GMT -8
"But I was born in Vessia," she said in confusion. She knew nothing about the Usque save what Raeran told her. Goodness, but she was so confused about all kinds of things. She eventually stopped crying though, even as overwhelmed as she was at the moment. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears when they peered at him "Yes, I am noble-born," she replied to his question." Help in the city? She wasn't sure she could get help anywhere else, but that was the pessimist in her talking.
"I don't know what to do, honestly," she said softly, with a sniffle.
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 16, 2020 5:43:50 GMT -8
Raeran let out a deep breath and reeled in his brain before he want off on a tangent, and a soft smile tugged at his lips once more. "Let-Let's not worry about that, for now. I'm sorry." He pushed himself up from the chair and offered a hand to help her stand. "I'm over here trying to plan for tomorrow when you're tired today. Here, I'll show you my little sister's room where you can sleep."
Assuming she stood and followed after him he would take her around the staircase opposite the bath door and through the door he had already been through once. The bed was made and covered in pillows - so many you almost couldn't see the green comforter. He moved to ease the doors of the wardrobe shut, mentally scolding himself for leaving them open, and then moved to the mentioned bed to pull a corner of the blanket up and the two plain sheets underneath to show where the mattresses were and make it easier for Amia to tuck herself in without trouble. "The sheets and everything are still clean, and feel free to push off some of her pillows - spirits know, she collected so many of them," he laughed.
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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 Apr 19, 2020 6:23:22 GMT -8
The moment she put her hand in his, there was a spark. She didn't know if he felt it, but she certainly did. She allowed him to help her stand and was wordless for a moment as she stared at him. And then heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she was doing. "Thank you," she managed to say before clearing her throat.
She followed him to the staircase and around it as he led her through his home. Then they were standing in a bedroom, his sister's bedroom to be exact. Boy, were there a lot of pillows? "It certainly seems that way," she said with a small smile. She then began to gently pluck pillows off the bed one by one and set them aside to wherever they weren't on the floor, then she sat on the bed and would say, "I appreciate all of this."
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 19, 2020 6:52:06 GMT -8
Raeran couldn't help but chuckle ever-so slightly as the pillows began to stock-pile on the desk instead - he had never counted all the pillows and wasn't even going to try. In the far wall was a simple window that opened like a pair of shutters and partially obscured from view by semi-transparent curtains of an ivory color, and he moved over to said window to show that the twin knobs of the two window panes were secured with a simple, single hook.
"If you want some fresh air in here you are more than welcome to open the window - just to give you fair warning, though, I have a mare that is very friendly and she might poke her head in to say 'hello' but she's harmless."
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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 Apr 21, 2020 6:24:08 GMT -8
"I am not afraid of horses," she replied with a smile. She moved to the window and opened it before she sat on the bed. She flopped back. A bed. A real and soft bed beneath her. She hardly had time to appreciate it, she didn't even have time to get under the covers. The girl was asleep within a moment of her head hitting the pillows. The poor thing was just beyond tired by that point so it was easy to understand why that just happened.
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 22, 2020 19:46:17 GMT -8
Raeran poked his head into the room a couple of times after he had left her alone, finding she was sound asleep and still asleep. He was glad that she was resting - he remembered the poor thing when he found her earlier, so dirty and miserable.
He left her alone for the day, letting her sleep as long as she wanted. He had to wrestle a pair of young stallions into their bridle and saddles today, and that kept him painfully busy for a few hours. While he was out in the corral he could easily see the open, ground-floor window that was his sister's room and where Amia was sleeping. Just as he had predicted, the rose grey mare had wandered to that same open window and grazed around the area to occasionally poke her head in. Her twin foals, one colt and one filly, were never too far away but constantly in antics in chase and play. It made him think about when his sister was still at home, and that same mare was younger and itching to get her head through the window - it had been two years, but it was still a nice thought.
At least it was until the stallion he had saddled decided to say "no" for the third time and bucked him off, leaving him groaning on the ground for a short minute as he tried to regain his breath. He had to focus on the task at hand - the sun was already well on the descent and night was coming. He wanted to finish the training session up soon and get to supper - he had a feeling that his guest would be hungry again when she got up.
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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 Apr 27, 2020 6:05:32 GMT -8
She yawned and stretched luxuriously, feeling the warmth of the blanket around her as she slept in a soft bed... For a moment, she forgot where she was; she forgot that she was not in her own bed. Her eyes popped open to dusk in an unfamiliar room. She sat up and looked around, then remembered that she was a guest in the elf's house. She yawned again and stretched one more time. Goodness, but she felt so much better, and her stomach was growling already. With a sigh, she put her feet back into shoes and then left the room.
It took her a minute to find her way outside where she could get a breath of air and look for her host. She was outside just in time to see him thrown from the horse and she shook her head, knowing it was just part of the process. "Are you alright?" she asked as she approached.
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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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Post by Raeran Daezumin on Apr 27, 2020 7:00:32 GMT -8
He grumbled as he rolled over onto his knees to push himself into standing, finding a little comfort in Amia's presence as she crossed the grass further into the wide, sprawling corral. He managed a grin through a wince and got back to his feet while he nodded. "It's not the first time I've been thrown from a horse, and won't be the last," he laughed. He stood up and leaned back with a groan until there was an audible *pop* heard. "I've been training and breaking horses for years. It happens.
"Did you sleep well?" he added.
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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 Apr 27, 2020 17:26:43 GMT -8
She watched him get to his feet and smiled. "Well I am glad you are alright then," she said and then paused, closing in on him. She stopped a few feet from him, close enough he could probably smell the soap she used to scrub herself earlier, much improvement from the sour smell she had. She had also braided her thick hair on her way out of the house, so it lay in a thick rope over her shoulder. "I slept well," she confirmed.
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