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| mallyapple19 | Jun 21 2014, 03:20 AM Post #181 |
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((xD Poor Asta. SHe just cracks me up....)) Elspeth maintained her distance from the strange man, wondering what in the seven hells... but her question died only halfway through the thought. She accepted the stone with a light frown, her thumb rubbing over it as she placed her other hand on her slightly extended stomach. "Ah.... " Jareth squirmed and giggled more when Aleron grabbed his foot. He playfully pushed Aleron's cheek away. Elspeth looked up at Aleron, "I thank you for seeing my children and little brother safely here. I know my sister would only ask such a thing of someone she trusted to do the job right. I haven't any extra coins for you, but do either of you need clothing? I am a seamstress after all." She smiled, but it was not enough to erase the sheer worry from her expression. -- Marek bowed his head as he ushered the princess away from the grouping guards, shooting a wink to Alek behind her back. Alek met Millicent's gaze and he offered her a nod, as if encouraging her to remain calm. The last thing they needed was for her to get overwhelmed and have something happen that she couldn't control. She and Marek hadn't gotten but fifty feet from where Alek stood when someone brashly bumped arms with Millicent. "Ah, pardon me, miss," came a smooth, masculine voice from beside her. -- Farron looked around impatiently, wondering where the troublemaker was. He had said southern edge, right? She was hoping Aleron was as trust worthy as he seemed -- she'd never forgive herself if she misjudged his decency for manipulation. She didn't believe she had though. Edited by mallyapple19, Jun 21 2014, 03:21 AM.
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| never_fade_away | Jun 21 2014, 03:28 AM Post #182 |
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((She's such a mess!!! I never know what to do with her lol)) Aleron let Jareth push his head to the side with a smile before finally setting him down onto the ground. "Go find your nieces little one." He said before looking back to Farron's sister and shaking his head. "Thank you kindly for your offer but no payment is necessary. What your sister gave me was more than plenty in payment. I'm just happy to help. I've always had a soft spot for kids." He admitted with a shrug. "With that, I suppose my sister and I should depart. Have a nice day M'lady. I hope everything works out for your family." He nodded his head respectfully in farewell before turning and heading out of the store. When he met Asta outside, he frowned. "Why didn't you come in?" He asked her. "Flowers. I'm allergic." "... She's a seamstress." "Seamstress, florist, aren't they all the same in the end?" |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 21 2014, 03:40 AM Post #183 |
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Millicent kept silent until someone bumped into her. A scowl crossed her features as she looked to the source of the voice. "Excuse me!" She snapped, unlike her usual soft tone but it was better than stirring. She needed a distraction. "Turn and look at me. Do not dismiss me like a lowly scurg. Apologize to your highness as you should." She said simply, her voice lessening but she could be scary when she wanted. ------ Randon let out a shrill whistle as Farron came into view, standing under the coverings of a few trees. The horses were packed and ready to go. "Everything settled then??" He asked simply as he led the horses over to her. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 21 2014, 03:56 AM Post #184 |
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Marek raised an eyebrow at Millicent's sharp tone, wondering what had happened between her and his brother out there in the woods. Clearly nothing good, otherwise she might be in a better mood. He looked over at the man, clearly ready to apologize for his liege lady's snappish behavior. The man stopped instantly and turned to face Millicent. He was tall, about Alek's height, with tan skin and dark facial hair that was well groomed. He had a thin face but a full set of lips that were tilted slightly upward, as though that were a natural occurence. His eyes though, they were unbelievably unique. At their core, around his iris, was an ice blue starburst that radiated outward and melded into a much darker shade of sapphire. They were simply mesmerizing. "Princess Millicent! How utterly rude of me... I hardly recognized you. I've seen artist renderings of you, but they hardly do you your majesty justice," he said, bowing deeply to her. "Forgive my indiscretion. I never meant you offense." -- Farron turned to face Randon as he approached. She took the reins of a healthy, grey dappled gelding whom she had fondly and profoundly named 'Grey' as a child and stroked his velvet nose. She looked at Randon with a scrutinous eye, her scowl deeper than usual. "What've you done, Randon Millson? Now that we're safe outside the walls, you tell me what you've gone and ruined my family for. A trinket? Money? A woman?" (( horsey! http://www.scenicreflections.com/files/Dappled_Grey_Andalusian_Wallpaper_8e8u1.jpg )) Edited by mallyapple19, Jun 21 2014, 04:06 AM.
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 21 2014, 05:24 AM Post #185 |
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Millicent blinked but stood firm as the man turned around, caught off guard by his eyes. They made her uneasy so she focused on his words instead. She nodded as he apologized, "Good...What is your name and business here sire? I surely haven't seen you around before." She said simply, knowing she didn't know half of the people her stepfather had invited for the night. Yet they were all gorging themselves on their food and drink happy as larks. Her voice was back to normal though, thankfully even though she ignored Marek's gaze. She was tired of everyone tip toeing and telling her what to do. ----- Randon rolled his eyes, "Bastard had it coming." He said simply, twisting a gold ring around his finger. Farron had never seen him with any kind of jewelry on before but it was obviously older and ornately detailed with carvings. "It belonged to me great great grandfather. One of Kingsley's goons swiped it from me da. I simply retrieved it before he hawked it. And let me remind ye, lass, yer family ain't the only one ruined. Ye know what they'll do to me family..." His voice held a warning edge to it. They'd both lost a lot that day. He didn't need to be reminded or her tell him his losses weren't nearly as great. She was accused of harboring magic. That was a slightly easier charge to drop if one could convince the guards it was out of fear for the safety of your family. He was accused of using magic. The only one who didn't have an ounce within him. He knew they'd tear his home apart looking for evidence of magic and interrogate/harass his family. His mind flashed back to when he was a lad, watching the guard drag his uncle into the square to be used as an example. His father having to restrain his aunt, his mother hiding his cousins from the brutality. All because he'd owned one spell book which, to this day, Randon firmly believed had been planted by a business rival. One bloody spell book got him beaten near death in the city square. He shook his mind clear, refocusing on Farron. Yes, this bloody well sucked but she had no right acting as if her family were the only one affected. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 22 2014, 12:14 AM Post #186 |
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The man smiled, a natural habit it seemed from the smile lines on either side of his lips. "My name is Pietro Cyn, your majesty, envoy from the magnificent island nation of Julrue." He swept into another bow, but this one seemed to get caught halfway as though he were in pain and something tumbled from his doublet pocket. He eased himself back to a standing position, not seeming to have noticed the item fall from his pocket. "We were absolutely thrilled to receive the King's invitation to your ball, my Lady. Most Royals do not remember us now that we are Republic," he said, his voice warmly accented. "The Council elected me to represent our small, but mighty nation here tonight. All my country's thanks for your warm welcome, highness." -- Farron shook her head, sighing. "An heirloom, even if important, shouldn't be valued above your own family, Randon." She no longer seemed fiercely angry though, merely concerned. She hoped Elspeth had the common sense to gather the children, Kellan and Ma and leave the city rather than waiting it out. She pulled herself effortlessly up onto Grey. As she did so, a very long necklace tumbled out of her shirt. The chain was lengthy, bringing the pendant that rested on the end to beneath her bust line. The pendant itself was incredibly ornate with a large stone in the middle that looked almost as though glowing embers were trapped beneath the polished crystalline surface. It mightn't have stood out if she had been the kind of woman to wear fancy jewelry... but she wasn't and this pendant was too incredible to go unnoticed. 'We should make for Verraza's Refuge," Farron said as she took up her reins and spun Grey in a circle. "I've contacts there that can harbor us until we make our plan." (( Pendant! http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_570xN.229557592.jpg only the stone in the middle is larger (about the size of a half dollar) and it's orange/red/firelike!)) Edited by mallyapple19, Jun 22 2014, 12:18 AM.
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 22 2014, 12:41 AM Post #187 |
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Millicent listened carefully, nodding now and again as she watched him. She saw the sweep of pain across his features and faintly heard something tumble to the cobblestone. She didn't look to it though, too focused on the new comer. Something about him made her uneasy. Maybe because it was simply because he was male and trying a bit hard to be charming. She was never fond of new people. She gave him a small smile, though, as she spoke. "Well then I do hope you enjoy your stay here sire. I really must get going though..." She said simply, giving a small curtsy but made sure to keep her hands close to her. --------- Randon grumbled, ignoring the jab. The heirloom was the only remainder of a once proud heritage. The remainder that a better life once existed. It was the one thing that kept his family going all these years. And they'd entrusted it with him. To him? It was more than worth it. He just nodded as he lifted himself up onto the midnight black steed, "Then after you..." He said simply, ghost of a smirk on his face as he gathered the reigns. |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 22 2014, 02:04 AM Post #188 |
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The man's eyes followed the princess and her guard until they were inside the palace proper. He glanced down at the small, round clump of metal that had dropped from his pocket. He bent down, as if to scoop it up, but did not. Instead, he ran a finger along it and whispered something in a different language. The little metal thing sprang legs and looked much like a spider as it followed after the royalty. The Grand Master smiled to himself as he brushed himself off and resume his morning walk... after all, there had been talk of magic in the town.... |
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| RiddleMeThis396 | Jun 22 2014, 02:21 AM Post #189 |
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Millicent softly thanked Marek for escorting her before going back to her room. She locked the door behind her, leaning against it with a groaning sigh. Bloody hell... Of course something had to happen today. Of course! After hiding the pendulum in her drawer and laying her cloak over a chair, she flopped down onto her bed, resting the book on her lap. She debated for a moment before carefully untying the strap around the book as the curiosity got the better of her. Maybe it would help her calm down a little bit... |
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| mallyapple19 | Jun 22 2014, 02:43 AM Post #190 |
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The straps came undone easily, stressing how many times they had been tied and untied before. Clearly this wasn't a new item. As she opened the leather cover, Millicent would find writing immediately starting on the first blank page. The hand writing was sloppy, albeit legible. It didn't take her but a few paragraphs to realize it was a story. It was actually quite well written, though not award-winning by any terms. It needed work, but it was clear that it had been started by a much younger writer... -- Meanwhile, Alek was being led through the castle halls by the 'Captain' to the infirmary. "I'm no longer asking, Aleksandr." "And I've already told you -- I fell. My foot slipped forward and I fell. Why is that so hard to believe?" "The angle and location of the gash ins't consistent with a fall. Besides, most people fall forward, not backward." "Good thing that's just most people and not all," Alek commented dryly. "Watch your tone, boy," his father warned as they turned down another, much quieter hall. The infirmary was away from the main hub of the castle, obviously so sick or injured patients could recover away from the hustle and bustle of daily life inside the walls. |
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