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Post by Gwyndar on Jun 21, 2010 13:47:36 GMT 2
The questions spoken by the smaller female came in such quick sucession and with the same degree of glee as a small child that Gwyndar found himself grimacing at even the sound of her voice. He was never a child to question things around him, he accepted and moved on or he found them out by himself. By those means he found his dragon trainer, dragon and almost his entire existance. The only thing he learned through another was his crafting of weapons. That his father gave him.
As if by some miracle, the witch inviting him to the back room left a sweeping expression of relief over the riders hard face. Normally only seen after a kill or when he avaided a serious and sometimed fatal injury. Where he to stay where they had seated he would have jumped and be set on silencing the young inquizative female. By one means or another. Having the opportunity to simply shift to another room and have her questioning stopped gave him a break from what he found an annoyance and a far too busy shop for his liking.
Slowly, and with great care he set about following the witch to where she called the back room. Decorated very oddly and through the void where once passed; silenced them from the outside. The exact private quarters he requested to allow the youthful witch to heal him. He preferred to keep his identity a secret, even among his native people here in Styklak. That way fewer questions where asked and there was less chance of being followed or tracked down by an alliance seeking kingdom. "I thank you." He grunted, looking back as she spoke his title so very casually.
Thankfully it seemed as if the silencing worked and the words were lost in the void between rooms. Magic had always alluded the young half elf, gaining nothing but his trade from being so born. "I prefer if those of authority are unaware of my existance." He said simply, untying the front of his thick cloak and disrobing from it before laying it at his feet on the floor. Left only in his metal plated body, a precaution when coming into such place. Under that was a simple vest to prevent the metal from harming him when impacted. In his current state it would mean sever aid needed.
Once he had removed from his torso the protective clothing and his basic clothing he rolled his shoulders back and gave a low grunt, feeling something shift from his shoulder. The small click showing the strain on his shoulders as the weight of his things being carried only by his own body; his dragon flying high above and too far away to be of use in providing his supplies. Looking up through his hair now curtaining his face he listened to her interesting statement that words where indeed of use in the barbarian town. Of course he was inclined to disagree.
"As someone native to Stryklak I am an unwelcome visitor of Dantalon. Keeping silent however is how I keep the attention away from me. As i have said; I prefer to stay unnoticed." He said, one thick eyebrow raised challengingly as he exposed his injured body. Thousands of scars both long and short, deep and shallow littered the mans flesh, showing years of fighting and in most cases the victory of a kill. However, covering most of them was a long thick purple bruise, blackening his tanned skin and when touched causing the man to wince and hiss out his disaprovement. "When i speak they hear my tongue, I am safer not being known as a Stryklakian."
Giving a small wince as he shifted again to self inspect his own injuries. He stepped toward the healing witch and cleared his throat, giving her an expressionless look. "I sparr with my Dragon daily. I was not fast enough."
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jun 21, 2010 18:05:37 GMT 2
Silisia glanced up as the girl spoke. She smiled amused at the whole concept. Of course she should have guards and they were probably looking for her this very minute, but she knew they would not find her. The first place they always looked was Dantalon and Bhaktawer because it was the worst possible place she could have decided to go to. Also, she had taken the only ferry across the great lake. They would have to add an extra four days going the other way around and the foot soldiers would cause them to tally even longer. It would least be a week and a half before they even picked up her trail again and other four days to the foot of the Dragon mountain. “You could say that I should travel with guards, but I like to travel lightly,” she said whimsically. She frowned at the mention of the other kingdom. That world had caused great suffering within Samarid. Sons and fathers had died as well as civilians from surprise attacks by the Sanglant army. “Samarid is quite open and is very flat. Very much grassland. We have too small mountain ranges. The people are simple, practical types and most of them are farmers or traders. We have a good cavalry as most of our land is used for our herds of horses. Swift strong creatures. We have little class difference. It’s nice, I guess, until this war happened.”
She shrugged absently, her eyes brimming with cold anger, and she continued grinding the herbs into a paste a little more forcefully then before. She smiled slightly at Nalean’s words. “I’m afraid this girl’s father has tamed you witch,” she said mildly, her eyes twinkling in a soft challenge. Of course this sparring was a clear feature of their relationship. In truth, Sil could never trust the witch. Sil was dedicated to her country and the witch to her own desires. No good could come from a friendship and it was to stay a purely advisory relationship. She smiled softly to herself. If the world was simple and people were of peace, she knew all would be trusted, however, now, no one could trust anyone.
She glanced back curiously to the backroom. What was he hiding? That was one of the reasons Sil never trusted people. Everyone had something to hide. As Nalean spoke, she smiled. “I am sorry that I have caused you to stand around doing nothing. Here,” she passed the paste to Nalean. “Apply it so long while Aila isn’t looking. We can always make a run for it if Aila does not appreciate our help.” She winked cheekily and glanced to the backroom. She was pretty sure the witch could hear them even though they could not hear her. She began to move around the shop as she waited for Aila to return glancing at all the ingredients on the self. Sil’s own healing power did not need the help of herds and potions. She cast her mind on the coiled blue light of magic in her mind. It was strange to notice it. After all, Sil hardly ever utilised it. She moved closer to where the witch and the man had disappeared. With a wry smile Sil realised there was a lot to Aila’s shop behind hidden doors.
With a small twinge of pain, she realised why she was here again. She gently touched a hand to her side, trying to sooth the pain. After all, Sil knew better then to seek out the witch's company without a good reason.
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Post by Alice Rae Lindale on Jun 21, 2010 21:49:37 GMT 2
Alice grinned and giggled happily. "I don't know about that," she responded lightly. "After all, it's by asking questions that one gains the knowlege to explain." The girl quoted her tutor, as he'd used the same explanation to explain that it was okay to ask questions. Alice watched Aila lead the man into the next room, curiosity burning her gaze. Her questions had reamained unanswered for now, but she supposed that not all of her questions would always be answered.
"Wow!" Alice breathed in amazement. "I don't know if I could ever memorize that many names and remember what each of them were." The girl kicked her legs a little, very happy. "My tutor calls it a curse," Alice laughed when Nalean commented on her constant questions. "He says that a witch cursed me to ask numerous questions to eveyrone I met to get revenge on my parents." Alice's eyes almost seemed to die as she said the word parents, but the light in them soon returned. "He says it's okay though because if I ask a lot of questions, I'll learn a lot."
Alice grinned at the queen happily. "You seem much more fun that most of the nobility I know," she said happily. "Even I'm not allowed to travel without guards, and my..." Alice faded out and looked down, gathering herself really quickly. When she looked up, she was still smiling. Any sort of negativity had been easily hidden by her looking away from who she spoke too for just a moment. "Samarid sounds like a lovely place to go," Alice sighed. "I wish I could visit there sometime and see."
Alice looked to Nalean again as the woman offered to help her. "Oh, I don't mind at all," Alice said happily. "As long as Aila would be okay with it." The girl grinned happily. Her face might not show it, but she was still quite soar, especially whenever she moved. Her giggle rang lightly as Nalean said Aila would appreciate the help, though she would not admit it. "I find a lot of people are like that," she mused happily.
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Aila
( Application ) Herbalist Half Druid
she'll do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
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Post by Aila on Jun 22, 2010 22:41:06 GMT 2
feel the rain on your skindrench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open
----------------------------------------------------------------- Aila smirked at the Dragon Rider, eyeing him carefully as she spoke. "I make no promises Rider, my word is worth more than what you can comprehend." she stated, in reponse to his plea to avoid Sili knowing his true identity, her voice for the first time holding a serious note to it, however the mischevious twinkle in her eye still remained, lightening the atmosphere her words had created. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of the injury, shaking her head and tutting. His injury was indeed common to most Riders. Nothing Aila couldn't heal. She picked up a small bottle of enchanted elixir, which she'd brewed. It worked miraculously in healing the injuries as severe as the ones that Riders got. A creation Aila was rather proud of. Being partially Druid did always somehow play to her advantage; may it be for helping others, or herself.
She dabbed the elixer onto a cotton bud, before slowly moving across the Rider's Torso, a strange feeling passing through her as her hands made contact with his skin, her fingers gliding gently along, spreding the elixir on his injuries, as a gasp escaped her mouth, her face inches away from his neck. She held her poise, and finished dabbing the elixir over all his bruises acorss his torso, taking a step back as she watched the elixir do its job, and seal the skin over the cuts, making them go lighter and lighter until they were simply faint pink lines. "Sparring against your Dragon, are you now Rider? My, I dare say that's a bit foolish, but ah I'd rather not comment." Aila bit her lip, as she gave the Rider's face a longing look as if confirming somthing to herself, before twisting her lips into an infamous mysterious smirk.
"My my, Gwyndar, it has been a while, has it not?" she stated simply, realizing who this man was only upon their skin connection- being within that proximity to his aura, made her realize that she'd read his aura so quickly because she was already rather familliar with it. "I daresay your features look the same, my my, is the old age finally getting to me? Ha! Alas, we all feel the pressure of age from time to time, do we not?" Aila laughed a high trilling laugh, the sound almost painful to those with sensitive hearing. "Why, dear Rider, your story is of course infamous- my, the last I saw of you you were younger, aye, but yet, I see the resemblance to the old you. Tell me, how is your Dragon?" she asked softly, her tone sounding almost pleasant now as she mentioned the Dragon. Gwyndar and his story were as famous as it was around Stryklak and it certainly explained why he romaed Dantalon- a land where no one cared.
He was an outcast in this world. A stain in history, according to many.
As Aila waited for her response, her ears picked up something from the other ends of the wall, and she couldn't help but chuckle at that. Silisia was a rebel, that was a given- which was perhaps the reason why Aila was fond of the Royal, however limited the fondness may be. She didn't abide by rules, which was a quality Aila apprciated. It was an inconvenience from time to time, but never the less, amusing to one like Aila, who was a free spirit herself and loved the company of those with a wild imagintion and free mind much like herself.
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Post by Nalean Silverstar on Jun 22, 2010 23:24:48 GMT 2
Nalean smiled at the girl's words, "I've heard that before" she said nodding. "Healers believe in asking questions as it's the best way to find out how the person got injured. And the how is sometimes more important than the what" she said glancing at Silisia. Her eyes flickered over to where Aila was leading the man to a room in the back. The man was hiding something and she had a feeling it was something dark. After all most secrets people kept had a dark twist to them, that was why her father refused to tell them why he was banished.
She laughed at the girl's next few words. "Well being half elf also helps with memorising as well I suppose" she said shrugging. She rolled her eyes at what the girl said next. That is definately not true, they have a saying in the village where I live. Ask a question once and be a fool for a moment, but never speak and spend the rest of your life as a fool" she said with a thoughtful expression on her face. "Your tutor sounds like quite a contradictory man" she added, finding the man' statements quite contradictory.
She turned to Silisia, "And what's this about my father softening Aila?" she asked attempting to sound offended. "You know without him there would still be people out there thinking that bleeding will cure the of a cold or infection" she added with a teasing smile on her face. It wasn't true, but the healers in the village had struggled without having any healers with magical abilities before her father had arrived.
She shook her head and took the paste from Silisia, "I don't know if I should simply call you Silisia or address you as your highness, both just don't seem right" she admitted smiling. "And I'm sure she won't even notice, she'll be so busy trying to get some information out of mystery man that everything else will be obselite" she commented to both Silisia and Alice. She walked up to Alice carrying the paste, "So exactly where does it hurt the worst?" she asked wanting to see just how serious the girls wounds were before she did anything.
As she asked the question she glanced back at Silisia and frowned when she saw the queen twitch in pain. She held the paste out to Alice and walked up to Silisia. "You're hurt" she said softly. "Why didn't you say anything?" she asked with a look of confusion.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jun 23, 2010 18:06:01 GMT 2
Head held high the trained and strong rider held his reserve as the witch healer traced the painful lines of his bruise with the coated Cotton bud. He knew it would do the job but it did not mean the experience would be any less painful for him. The broken ribs within his chest seared in agony with every movement the witch made against his skin. With an inward hiss the rider gave a short 'ha' "Very foolish indeed old one. But we have all done foolish things in our lives." His voice more gruff and pained as he refused to show any sign of change in his reserve. Pain was a weakness he was not willing to express.
Sadly, his pain was not short lived. Despite the witch finishing up the clearance of his bruises and slashes it means she had enough time to study his face. the identity he truly loved to hide. "Aye, you know me Witch. I am surprised you did not know me sooner." The look on his face did nothing to show any compassion. There was no need. Gwyndar had none to show, the witch was a healer, a regular one among the riders and it had been half a decade since he last visited her small shop. Five long years alone from the riders and traveling alone. Why should he give anything more than confirmation of her correct identification of his identity. "Age has touched you well old one, you have not changed in many years. It does however mean I am putting trust in a woman known to converse with my enemy." He sucked in a breath and hissed it back out.
Gwyndar had a dark past that unlike many, everyone knew about. His actions having severe consequences of which he was known well worldwide. The reason he hid from civilization and from his fellow riders.
Gwyndar was a killer. A murderer of a beloved elder rider and his dragon. A fleeting night of lust resulting in the impregnation of the elders daughter; one fatal night where his elven blades had pierced the heart that so many loved. And one cry of anger as that same blade drove through the mourning heart of his dragon, weeping at its riders side as the pain growing in its blood boiled to its own murderous point.
Had it not been for his fleeing of the scene he would have been arrested indefinitely; incarcerated for acting upon instinct. And banished from the training grounds forevermore, never lingering in the land long enough for his face to be known by the others. That old man had been the bane of his existence, always telling him he would amount to a bad rider; that he was not worthy to have a dragon like Siluth. Or in some cases, the two deserved each others, one never more hateful than the other. It had been a mistaken night of drunken merriment where the old mans daughter had approached him.
'Just give me this rider, I ask for nothing more.' He had trusted the young naive girl and her ignorance. He had not been prepared for the night that followed, the passion and lust he felt was short lived. She had been vying to stop her father attempting to arrange her wedding night. So she had searched out the most despised rider she knew her father would know. Once he gave into her wiles; obviously the result of some magic he was within her grip forever.
Not a months had passed when the rider heard news from the girl that she had been carrying his child. And that she had informed her father of it before him.
The old fool had been so angered he did not stop to logically think that his age and his frailty against elven blades would be his weakness. It hadn't even been a long fight. The old man rode at him while he was crafting his weaponry with the aging dragon. There was no time for Gwyndar to think if he was in danger or if he was being tested. He acted upon instinct, brandishing one of his arrow and knocking the old man from his dragon. Once upon the floor it had been impossibly fast. The blade which remained by his side was sticking out of the old mans heart before the rider even knew he had attacked.
For that one moment he forgot to think it cost him everything he had apart from Siluth. Sometimes he wondered if that was part of his punishment. "Are you intent on using this information old one? I would have to leave in haste." He asked the woman. Checking over his old scars to find them nothing but a faint pink line across his skin. If there was one thing he could credit her to it was that she was good at her trade.
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Post by Silisia Anja Saffy on Jun 23, 2010 20:16:14 GMT 2
Sil ignored the young girl’s chatter. She had never been one for adding her input in conversations between others and only spoke when she absolutely needed to. She looked down at the paste for the witch’s magic and crinkled her nose. She had never believed in this sort of thing as a sorceress, although she hardly believed in relying on magic for most things. Magic was only be used only when the time called for it but today she could not help herself nor have Aila help her. She frowned slightly, her mind wandering slightly. How she was going to get the help of a dragon, few knew. She could at least keep the toxins away with the use of her own magic.
She smiled wryly at Nalean’s statement. “I’m afraid Aila was once a purest and had no tolerance of sorcerers. And yet, here you two are,” she smiled playfully, her eyes lighting up slightly. “You can call me Silisia out of Samarid. I’m afraid in Samarid the people would be greatly offended if you called me by my first name,” she smiled kindly at the girl. She was not sure how to address informal relationships. People moved about her carefully in Samarid, bowing at all the right times. However, it annoyed her. Royalty often was a disappointment to the people and until she had proven herself worthy of her title, she viewed herself lowlier than the lowliest peasant.
She smiled at the girl who never seemed to stop for a breath of air when speaking and spoke before she thought. “Fun,” she mused. “Running a kingdom is hardly fun, nor should it be. I guess I just have moments that are more independent than others.” She found herself slipping into a thoughtful mood. That never was a good thing and she tried to avoid it when it did not concern the wellbeing of the kingdom. “Well perhaps your guards would escort you to Samarid but if I’m not mistaken, your accent is from Sanglant?” She said softly, looking the girl over. She did not seem to possess any malice. “I guess that would be hard then but it does not look like you have any problem stealing away from your guards. Perhaps one day you will find yourself in Samarid. You are welcome in my court any time.” If I’m there of course, she thought absently to herself.
“Oh no, I’m fine,” she said quickly as Nalean picked up her slight grimace. She knew her lie became flat as she glanced down to see some blood seep through her shirt. She frowned in annoyance and touched her hand to the wound. She critically examined the blood left on her finger tips. The time between needed healing was growing shorter. The poison was festering and it was only the dragon riders who knew the antidote. After all, it was venom from a very rare type of dragon. Closing her eyes, she imagined the ball of white energy that lay in her mind. Harnessing it she allowed for some of it to move to her hand. Her blue eyes glanced down the shimmering ball. Satisfied, she touched it to her wound and it sealed once again, leaving an annoying bloodstain. She sighed. “I guess I should go seek out Aila’s advice,” she said and quickly turned to walk through the curtain of shells with little regard for the man.
After all, even though Sil did not always like being treated like royalty, she often did act like it. She looked up into the face of the secretive man. Her eyes quickly moved over his body and took in the many scars that had accumulated. His face was vaguely recognisable. Could it be? Five years ago she had seen dragon riders scour the land for one of their murderous own. It had been the only time that the riders had come out so openly. Yet, she could not be picky. She took a glimpse down to her bloody hand. It was a miracle that she had found any rider at all. “Is that the Gwynder?” she asked softly, her eyes unreadable.
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Post by Nalean Silverstar on Jun 23, 2010 20:55:38 GMT 2
Nalean raised her eyebrows at Silisia's words. She didn't believe her at all, and just to prove her point blood started to seep through the queen's shirt. "You're not fine and we both know it" she said looking at the queen directly in her eyes. She didn't care if it was a sign of disrespect, but the queen needed healing and judging by the amount of bleeding she needed it soon. She was curious by what had caused the wound in the first place, it was obvious that Silisia had been walking around with the wound for quite a while and it was the real reason for her coming to Aila's shop.
Nalean groaned as Silisia turned around and and said that she should seek Aila's advice. She followed Silisia to the doorway. "How long have you had that wound Silisia?" she asked, worried about the queen's well-being. She stopped behind Silisia, standing in the doorway. "Aila, Silisia's bleeding, badly" she said with a worried expression. She glanced from Aila to Silisia, wondering why were they staring at the man. "What on earth are you looking at, honestly...." she stopped when she saw the man's face. She recognised his face, his sketch had been shown to her whole village five years ago.
Gwyndar. He was a Dragon Rider that had caused unrest among the riders. She remembered him mainly because of the fact he was a half-elf just like her. "You're a half-elf, just like me" she murmured softly. She glanced at Silisia and Aila wondering what was going through their minds at that moment. Here she was standing infront of a rider who was accused of murdering an elder and the only thing she could think of saying was that he was a half-elf just like her. She quickly glanced behind her to see what Alice was doing. "Alice wait there" she said not really sure if Alice was actually still standing where Nalean had left her.
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Aila
( Application ) Herbalist Half Druid
she'll do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
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Post by Aila on Jun 23, 2010 21:18:35 GMT 2
feel the rain on your skindrench yourself in words unspoken live your life with arms wide open
----------------------------------------------------------------- Aila was glad to see that the Rider did have a more hospital manner within him somewhere. His question left her in a bit of a puzzle; he was indirectly asking her for her word to not tell Silisia who he was, and why, Aila didn't make promises that easily, because she did indeed believe that if a promise were to be broken there were always consequences. Consequences Aila didn't ever want to contemplate about. Aila's lips twisted into a momentral frown, before switching to an indifferent expression, rather serious compared to the mischevious look she normally carried. "I make no promises Rider, but I do say this much, I'll hold my tongue until I see it to be fit." Aila shrugged, beginning to clear up, when she heard footsteps heading for the back room. And before she could do anything to control what happened next from happening; it happened.
Well well, this was interesting. Her eyes wandered over lazily to Gwyndar, whose reaction Aila was sure would be one to watch tonight, and oh my, Silisia's expression... Aila wished she had an artist on hand. "Is he Gwyndar? My, isn't that a question you'd want to ask him yourself? Identities can be confused, confusion can lead to Chaos, and oh tell me dear Queen, how hard is it to bring Order from Chaos? Ordo ab Chao, as the italiano say." her words were slow and lazy, fitting in with the surprise of the atmosphere, confusing things more. She bit her lip, turning her head to face Gwyndar the Rider, the Rebel. She smirked at the male, flicking her curly locks behind her back. "So, are you Gwyndar the Rebel, or are you not? But is that not the eternal question? Are you, are you not? Is it.. or is it not? To be.. or not to be? Ah... it all comes down to choice, does it not?" Aila spoke in riddles all the time, but this was the least of the damage she could've done.
Riddles always made things more amusing for the witch. To see everyone break through their thought process to join hers, ending up more confused and lost than they were when they initially began. Aila waited patiently, watching her words snake themselves around the two humans, contemplating the chain of events that were about to occur.
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Post by Gwyndar on Jun 23, 2010 22:20:22 GMT 2
Hanging his head and heaving a sigh, the rider whose identity was hanging in the balance turned away from looking at the witch. Of course he should have known he could not trust someone like her to keep such a promise, why should she. She owed him nothing. "Understandable." He said simply, keeping his eyes from her as she went about her business.
There was almost no time in between his thoughts and the moment that the queen herself came bursting through the doorway and commanded that she needed assistance. Of course that left Gwyndar staring at her with the same reaction as a deer caught in the sight of its hunter; he had been caught after five long years. Five years of struggling to keep himself and his dragon away from anyone that might hand them in to the authorities. After all, he was still a wanted man.
His assumptions of course were correct. Not seconds after the queen entered she announced his name. The following girl behind the queens entrance made the well trained rider both furious and flighty. It was the age old fight or flight. And for once, this rider was in no position to fight. Brandishing his blade from its sheath by his side the rider growled with a ferocity that would resemble a dragons roar and stepped toward the door. Watching as the clueless half elf made an idiotic statement. "Begone from my path child. I make no mercy for those in my way." He growled, not waiting for her to step aside and simply putting a large heavy and calloused hand on her shoulder and shoving her with such terrible force to the ground.
"I am not Gwyndar the rebel. You are wrong old one. I am Gwyndar the dragon elder murderer." with a final growl he - without reaching for his protective clothing nor his cloak - hastily fled the scene. Knocking the other female to the ground in his path. Leaving all the woman behind him he ran with the ease that came only to one used to using speed as a weapon. Someone whose path was so plagued wit darkness that the shadows surrounding the town of stryklak welcomed him with arms open and whispers great.
the people around him of the town let out a great cry. Starting from the door where one elder woman screamed with the entirety of her lungs that 'Gwyndar the murderer returns' and fleeing herself. After that his fate was sealed.
He would never be able to return to his home again.
<"Siluth! I need you!"> He spoke out to his dragons mind, waiting only moments before the beating of wings deafened the area, blowing up sand and dirt as the large black looming wings of his dragon beat down against the floor. <"The queen has found me"> He thought in a panic, quickly mounting his beast with a single leap onto its large body and being lifted in one swoop into the air. His image a mere spec as the two flew into the mountains. A clear sight from the sky's of Stryklak of the riders caves above.
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Post by Alice Rae Lindale on Jun 25, 2010 2:14:38 GMT 2
Alice simply smiled at the queen as she answered. Ruling such a wonderful sounding country sure sounded like fun to her. Then again, nothing was fun all the time. Especially not with the war. When the queen asked of her origins, the girl nodded. She was not worried about the woman's reaction to her. She knew that a fifteen year old girl could do nothing to a queen. Besides, the woman seemed nice enough to her. Here she was not a queen, and Alice was not a lady. They were just people.
Alice watched with wide eyes as the scene that followed unravled before her eyes. Alice put down the bowl of herbs, ignoring what Nalean had told her as the mysterious man pushed his way out of shop rather violently. Ignoring her pain, she lept after the man, stopping outside the shop to watch him run off. She heard a woman shriek, "Gwyndar the murderer returns!". The girl's jaw dropped. Gwyndar? Her tutor had spoken of him. Excitement bubbled in Alice's stomach as she watched his dragon swooped from the sky and the pair flew off.
Alice turned around and raced back into the shop, wincing and grinning. "How exciting," she trilled happily. "I got to see the infamous Gwyndar." Alice felt giddier than a child who had just gotten a new toy. "And is dragon. Oh how amazing. I wish I'd been able to talk to him."
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