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Topic Started: May 21 2010, 11:33 PM (720 Views)
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The kick didn't hurt all that much, to be honest, it was more the shock of her strike that knocked him over. He lay there, winded for a moment and trying to figure out what just happened when she began to struggle with his blade. Struggle in vain. He slowly got to his feet as she fell once, then twice. She lie there, tears in her eyes and a look of absolute despair on her face. His eyes grew soft and he reached down. Picking up his blade like it was nothing more than a stick he slung it over his shoulder and then into its holster. He knelt down and placed a hand on her back. "I'm not going to tell them a word." He said, reaching down and picking her up.

"Does your back hurt?" He asked trying to be as gentle as he could, he tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling in his gut from realizing that she had tried to kill him then and there. He wouldn't die that easily, he knew he wouldnt. He had things he needed to accomplish, goals, ambitions. This girl had an almost incredible will to survive. She was lost though, hurt and weak. He considered just leaving her there, with her healing wounds and the blow to her spirit would most likely kill her. On the other hand she was a person before anything else, branded or not. His eyes softened and he began to walk toward his little campsite not to far from here. "I have a camp and some ointment I stole from my gramps." He said, not looking at her as he navigated through the swamp and tall grass.

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Zamia relaxed a bit as Zera lifted the blade and promised not to say anything only to begin to panic again as he lifted her off the ground. Where was her taking her? What was he going to do only to calm again as he asked her if her back was ok. “No, it's fine." She lied. Her back ached where the sword had pinned her and it would bruise for sure, but next to all of her other injuries the pain was insignificant. She couldn't bring herself to try'n look at him as her refused to look at her. He must think she was terrible, think of her exactly as branded where meant to be thought of. After all why wouldn't he? She'd given him all the reason he needed to. She'd tried to kill him without trying to talk to him and failed miserably, yet he was still nice to her. Why? She didn't get it. To most people of Aria she would be less then an animal. Did he still see her that way? Did he see her as some kind of pet?

She let out a deep breath and relaxed against him. No....She didn't think so. For whatever reason he apparently didn't care she was a branded. That only made her feel all the worse. She'd tried to kill him and he hadn't cared to begin with. He'd understand right? She couldn't have expected him to be nice about it....nobody was nice about the branded so he'd understand why she did it right? “I’m sorry.... about that....but ....but I didn't think I had a choice......Nobody cares for branded. Aria treats us like animals.....and nowhere.......You have no idea. It's worse then dying. So many people get burned alive or freeze to death there......I couldn't risk going back......You understand......right?!?!" She asked him, her voice getting more frantic and panicky the more she talked until she was sobbing. She didn't want him to think of her as the trash the rest of society labeled them as.....
Edited by Haine, Jun 1 2010, 11:10 AM.
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He turned to her with a gentle smile. "Calm down." He said, almost laughing. "I have a bond brother who is a branded." He said in a relaxed tone, walking a bit further to a small cleared out spot, in the center was a blackened pit where a fire had been. Next to it was a tent and a box of supplies. He set her down on top of his own sleeping bag, it was a thick green-brown mat with what appeared to be cotton filling. Something he stole from his grandfather as well. Though the old foagie had yet to realize it was missing. She was obviously lying about her back, he could tell. He had always been good at that, telling if people were lying or not, it was almost like a gift. It was great because with that knowledge he could hide fibs to the town guard and his grandfather.

"I understand." He said finally, reaching into the box and pulling out a bottle. "All of the branded, whether they were rightfully or wrongfully given the brand, are treated like absolute trash... it disgusts me." He said simply, his eyes narrowed. "I'd like to get my hands on the guy who had the idea in the first place." He spat, "Branding people, turning them into Pariahs on a whim..." He turned around. His eyes softening. "Its wrong." He walked up to her. "Sit up a moment, and lift the back of your shirt a bit, I'm not going to hurt you, this is healing ointment..." He said, showing her the bottle.
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Zamia blinked and managed to slow her breathing down as she wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. This guy was definitely weird......but at least he wasn't bad. As he spoke about getting his hands on the guy who invented it she looked towards the ground." I got sent to Nowhere when I was around five......at least I think I was five. I don't even know what country I was from. Didn't have any parents. Didn't have anything. Found a blue stone in someone’s back yard, didn't know what it was. Just thought it was pretty. Kept it. A lord came to the town, found me holding a sapphire and said I stole a case of jewels from him. I was five. I couldn't have stolen them if I’d been blessed by all the gods put together. Didn't stop him from branding me and branding me again for trying to run away. I woke up in nowhere.... “She told him quietly.


“I got lucky, made friends. Survived. A week ago we decided we'd had it. We were going to get out of there. We tried climbing the wall. I passed out first.......i woke up at the top.....no one else made it. You know the rest. “She told him with a sigh as he grabbed a bottle and pulled it out. She listened to what he said and stared at him for a moment before looking at the ground and feeling her face grow warm. “Um.....That's alright. I'm fine, really. “She told him, hoping he'd realize exactly what he'd just said. She didn't doubt that he wasn't going to hurt her. If he wanted to do that, she might be used to not having a lot of clothes but she also wasn't used to undressing around other people. "Thank you for the offer though.” she said still not looking towards the boys eyes.
Edited by Haine, Jun 1 2010, 11:12 AM.
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He listened to her story and logged it to memory. As he looked down at her hand, the bandage and gash now making a lot of sense. She was a branded for thievery. He touched her hand once subconsciously before she spoke. Her face was red, she was blushing. He blinked a few times and realized what he had asked of her. She was only wearing a dress, and in this day and age undergarments were hard to... his face was blood red with embarrassment. "I... I'm sorry... I uh... That is to say... I..." He rolled the words over in his head trying to figure out exactly what to say. Instinct kicked in and he reached up, tearing off the tattered cloak he wore every day. "H-here... wrap this around yourself... You still need t-to be treated." He said, looking away shyly.

He'd seen the ointment be applied before. He knew what it did and how it worked. It eased pains and aches and accelerated the body's natural healing process. She'd be right as rain after a few days of applications, some rest and food. "I-I'm going to have to insist... I..." He turned around so he wasn't facing her at all, his face red, his eyes clenched shut. He was still young, and as much as he wanted to help her and as... oh to hell with it. He thought, trying to break himself of his habit of over thinking situations. He rubbed his temples and kept his eyes shut, the bottle resting in his lap.
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Zamia watched with amusement as the boy considered what she said and then turned beat red as he realized exactly what he'd implied. He seemed more embarrassed then she was and she watched to see exactly what she'd do and was once again surprised when he dropped his cloak beside her before shutting his eyes tightly and turning around. She tried not to laugh. She waited a few moments, staring at the cloak and thinking. She really didn't need the ointment, the bruising would fade in a few days and with all the other injuries she had the pain in the small of her back wasn't really all that noticeable.

With a small sigh and still trying not to laugh she stood and grabbed the cloak, pulling it up under the hem of her dress and tied it like a skirt before sitting Indian style." You can look now." She said unable to hold back a small laugh. Despite the fear and guilt she felt from before she couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. She liked this boy. He reminded her of her friends from nowhere..... After another second she lifted up her dress so the small of her back was accessible, double checking to make sure that everything was covered by the cloak and holding her dress there. She waited a few moments before her arms began to tire." Well? Hurry up, no time for shyness now." She told him her voice still amused.
Edited by Haine, Jun 1 2010, 11:13 AM.
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He blanched at her words and turned, looking at her curled up with his cloak around her. He stared at the small of her back for a moment and forgot what he had been doing. Finally he shut his eyes and opened them, regaining his composure. He poured the ointment onto his hands and knelt down behind her. The bruise was already dark but it wasn't all that bad. He pressed his hands against her back. The ointment was cool and his hands were warm and very strong. He rubbed it into the spot gently watching the slightly magicked liquid sink into her skin almost immediately. The painkilling effect wouldn't take long to trigger. He worked up her back and to her shoulders, working the liquid in. He stopped after a moment and put a bit more onto his hands. "Feeling any better?" He asked almost clumsily, still embarrassed by her laugh.

He rubbed her upper arms, her forearms occupied by holding the dress around herself. He made sure to get what wounds he could. Carefully unbandaging them and applying new fresh bandages to the spots after the ointment was applied. He stopped after he took care of that nodding to her. "Anywhere else?" He asked plainly, his voice kind but with a more platonic air to it. The blush was still fresh on his face though. He smiled a bit, trying to read her a bit better.
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Zamia looked away and forced herself not to laugh as Zera floundered for something to say. She kept her face carefully blank as the boy removed her bandages and applied more of the ointment before re-bandaging them and asking her if she had any other injuries. She debated for a second her mood elevating as the pain in her arms and feet went away. She was giddy as she considered what to tell him when a devious idea crossed her mind. It wasn't very nice.....but she couldn't help herself.

She was terribly amused by the boys’ earnestness."Yeah, that bruise goes a little bit lower I think...."She told him, lowering his cloak even lower around herself and repressing the urge to laugh. A few weeks ago she'd been in hell, a few hours ago she'd been stuck in a cabin with a psychotic noble and a few minutes ago she'd been panicking, but none of that seemed to matter.
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Edited by Haine, Jun 1 2010, 11:16 AM.
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He took a breath, she was teasing him, the heat on his face dying down a bit. He applied more ointment to his hand and began to work down her back a bit lower. There was a bit of bruising there but not much. She was simply goading him. Perhaps he'd retaliate? He chuckled and moved a bit, sliding his hands to her legs to see if there were any bandages there. He smirked, she wasn't going to get away with throwing him for a loop like that. Though he'd simply veil it with his own work to help her get better. Which was true. "Any bandages here?" He asked, running his slightly ointment doused hands up and down her legs.

She seemed to have relaxed as well. She seemed almost happy. It made him feel unusually good to see her this happy. It was like she had finally found some peace and bliss. He glanced over at the blade next to him, it rested there, splotches of rust where the blood had caked a bit, he'd have to clean it eventually. He turned his focus back on her, smiling and tickling her sides once.
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Zamia nearly jumped a little as the ointment was rubbed down the length of her legs. He was still surprising. She stopped laughing but still smiled amusedly. “No there isn't" she said as he began to tickle her. She slapped his hand and shook her head. “ah ah ah.....You got all the wounds....now kindly turn around so I can put my dress down" she asked him indicating the hem of her dress which had bunched up where his cloak was tied. Soon as he'd turned his head she untied the cloaked and pulled it aside, letting her dress fall down to its normal length before bunching up his cloak and throwing it over his head laughing a bit as she did so.

She looked around the camp and leaned back on the sleeping bag he'd set her on. "So you know about me, what about you?” She asked him looking him again. "All you've told me is you've got a lousy grandfather who's a butcher. How'd you get the sword? “She’d still been wondering about that. She could see him maybe getting the stuff he had away from the old man, but something like a sword he was bound to notice missing, and if he knew Zera had something he sounded like the kind of person who'd take it simply because he doesn't like someone else happy.
Edited by Haine, Jun 1 2010, 11:17 AM.
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