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| never_fade_away | Jun 20 2014, 02:40 AM Post #151 |
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It was a rather uneventful walk back to town after the events that had transpired earlier that morning. The fey were through dancing around with him and Asta, Aleron having put his powers back in place as he resumed the tight control he had over them when around other people. Passing through the gates, Aleron nodded to the guardsmen as he guided Asta through the slowly crowding streets towards the forge for their supplies. As they arrived, he knocked politely on the door frame before poking his head in with a smile. "Is it safe to come in?" He asked, his quiet voice some how resonating within the walls and able to be heard even over the blows of Farron's smithy hammer. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 20 2014, 03:00 AM Post #152 |
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Farron, always so focused on her work, heard his voice, but not his knock. She reeled around, her flower crown tilting a bit on her jet black hair. "Ah, traveler, it's you," she said, putting down her hammer and wiping her hands on her thick blacksmith's apron. She was covered in dirt, grime, cinders, and sweat, but she looked completely content with it. "You've been here long?" she asked, her heavily accented voice seeming loud after working so long. "Didn't hear yeh but a moment ago." Her silvery-white eyes landed on Asta and she offered a nod. "Lady traveler, I presume. And yes, it's safe enough. Mind yer toes though. Little ones bounding through have no sense of personal space." |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 20 2014, 03:04 AM Post #153 |
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Randon was scurrying through the streets, pack hastily put together of food, money and clothing on his back. His usual amused smirk replaced with a firm scowl as he wove through the streets. His mother’s words echoing through his head on an endless loop. The guards are coming for you. Kingsly ratted ye out, lad. Claimed ye were magic fer the reward. Said Farron was harrborin ye --- Don’t worry about us, boyo just go! Go! Blacks ‘ave ‘orses waitin. Get Farron and GO! He ducked and weaved, not caring who he knocked over in his path. He had to get her and get out of town. Now. ----------------------------- Millicent blinked as he came to an abrupt stop, honestly thinking they’d be walking back in silence. She’d been hoping for it actually. The guilt bubbled up inside, going to apologize and try to explain again when she felt his hand on her chin. She found herself staring into his chocolate brown eyes as he spoke, feeling like the wind was knocked out of her. She’d never been this close to a guy. Well, not without smacking him away. She realized she hadn’t reeled away from his touch. She hadn’t answered him either. She hesitated, finally speaking after another moment, “Be my friend. Just…be there for me. I know you don’t understand but…listen. Listen when I figure something out. My whacky stories about how I accidentally turned my hair purple for a week and wouldn’t be seen without a hat…I—I freaked out because when you said you were confused I took it the wrong way. That you were working up to telling me you were going to turn me in or…well anything but accept me.” She admitted, biting her lip then, her free hand brushing the one not on his chin. “I lost the one person I could confide in in my youth. I’ve been isolated from everyone and everything normal since. You say that oath means nothing to me…yet notice I’ve requested you since you were first assigned to me. I tolerate people, I don’t trust. I trust you. Please don’t make me regrets that…” |
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| never_fade_away | Jun 20 2014, 03:07 AM Post #154 |
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Aleron smiled, finding that being covered in all of the dirt, sweat, and cinders actually seemed to suit Farron. Maybe it was because of the way it made her eyes light up, because she truly enjoyed what she did. He was going to reply to her when Asta walked in and gasped. "You're a girl?!" She asked excitedly as her eyes lit up and Aleron chuckled. "Forgive my cousin, lady smith. She gets rather excited when she sees women who can fend for themselves." He explained as Asta dashed in, nearly tripping over an odd piece of metal. "This is so awesome! How hard is it for you to be a smith with so many men in the trade? Do they make it difficult for you?" She asked, her morning suddenly becoming better. A WOMAN blacksmith! Maybe there was hope for the world after all. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 20 2014, 03:12 AM Post #155 |
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Fear is blinding, Aleksandr. Never let it control you. His father's words never seemed to mean more than they did now. He hadn't been lying -- fear had caused him to be blind to the fact that she didn't just want him, she needed him. She needed him to understand and he hadn't wanted to. He agreed to her terms with a nod. "If you can be patient with me, I can do the same for you," he promised, letting his hand drop from her chin, but not before letting his thumb brush along her cheek, if only soft enough for her to barely feel his rough skin. That alone had been a bold move, one that could have gotten him reassigned to a different city if ever done in public. "We should continue," he said, his voice now resuming it's normal tone as he stepped away from her, allowing her to go first. He glanced back at the forest they'd just come from, now having a clear enough mind to be concerned about the strangers they'd met. Aleron and Asta. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 20 2014, 03:19 AM Post #156 |
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Farron quirked a dark brow as Asta barreled into the forge. She held her hands out as the girl tripped, thinking this was not the place for her to be clumsy - she'd trip and fall right into the white-hot coals. "Careful now, sweet, you'll fall right into Pyr and he'll swallow yeh whole," she said, gesturing oddly to the forge. The forge had a name and she referred to it as a 'he' rather than an 'it' as normal people would. "He likes pretty, young blondes," she said matter-of-factly as though it were a common occurence for her forge to eat people. "Especially strangers... says you taste different." She wasn't smiling, but her eyes did all the smiling for her. "As for me, yes, last time I checked, I was indeed a woman, though th'apron hides my goods. T'is why I never wear it when haggling. Also...yes, they make it impossible.... especially considering I'm at least twelve times as talented as the next best." Though she was seeming to be joking, there was a suggestion in her voice that no, she wasn't joking, she really was better than them. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 20 2014, 03:28 AM Post #157 |
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Millicent let a small smile come to her lips, feeling her cheeks burn faintly as she felt his finger graze her skin. She nodded, taking a breath before taking the lead again. She stopped again though, turning back to him with a nervous smile. “I…I know it is a lot to ask but I’m going to sound like a princess for the first time in…ever. I can’t go back like this. Leila will have a right fit. Way too many questions will be asked.” She stammered out, “Close your eyes if it makes you feel better about all of this but…I’d rather not be the topic of the barracks.” She admitted, cheeks heating more as she gestured to the way she looked. She looked like she’d been rolling around in the woods…quite literally. |
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| never_fade_away | Jun 20 2014, 03:29 AM Post #158 |
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Asta's eyes widened before laughing as she grinned at Farron, enjoying her sense of humor. She liked her a lot! Even Aleron was chuckling in the background. She was really the only one as far as she knew who ever got him to laugh. He was always so serious! "I bet you are better them. Women are naturally more detail oriented. At least, that's what me cousin over there told me." She tossed head back to Aleron who merely shrugged. "Well I'm glad that Aleron stumbled upon your forge for our supplies. I'm happy to help support somebody as courageous and determined as you. What you're doing here is a true sign that the world could be changing for the better." Asta rambled on, obviously excited. |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 20 2014, 03:37 AM Post #159 |
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Randon barely noticed Asta and Aleron as he ran up to the stall. Well, no, he definitely noticed Asta but he didn't have time unfortunately. "Farron." He hissed, "Sorry to break up the party but I have to take the lass on a wee bit of an emergency trip. Now grab ye gea' and lets go. Ye time is up, lass. Kingsely is a rat basta'd. Gua'ds will be here soon." He insisted and the fact that there was not even a hint of amusement in his voice showed how serious this all was. He was the type of person that found humor in every situation. Only thing he found was painful irony that he had to leave his family to protect them. At least that was what they'd convinced him. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 20 2014, 03:39 AM Post #160 |
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(("Stress relief" is what we call it, Millicent... >:D)) Alek paused when she paused, listening to what she had to say. He overlooked her quickly and agreed, it looked...questionable. "Go ahead," he suggested, though he didn't close his eyes or look away. Even if he was afraid of it, he couldn't deny the tiny glimmer of curiosity that was brimming on the edge of his emotions. -- Farron's round lips tilted upwards at Asta's bubbly disposition. Clearly she'd been through the trials of being a woman rather young, which disheartened Farron a bit. Thousands of years of progress and still secret meetings were being held here on the block about how to get her thrown out or worse. "Well, 'm always glad to be of service to those who appreciate my work." She walked over to where the new satchel was waiting and picked it up. It wasn't light by any means, but she made it seem like it wasn't more than a pillow. She walked it over to Aleron and held it out to him. "Your items, traveler. Do me the favor of checking through them, be sure you agree with the work. I won't charge if you're not satisfied," she said, glancing over a bit indignantly as Randon just charged in. Late to pick up his things last night, completely thoughtless to her precious time... and now he was interrupting customers? "Pardon," she said, grabbing his arm and yanking him off to the side. "Speak yer mind, boy. What's this you're on about?" Edited by mallyapple19, Jun 20 2014, 03:41 AM.
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