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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 23, 2012 20:10:18 GMT -6
[OOC: set in a small Ilian border town near Sacae]
Nayru sniffed in supercilious disgust, sparing the would-be thieves little more than a token moment of respect before returning her attention to her newfound spoilers of war with a look that was only barely more pleased. It was bothersome that she couldn't remember where she had been the last time she'd done this; the belt had been of Etrurian make that time, definitely, but - perhaps some Sacaen bazaar? Or Lycian marketplace. Had it been the port town, or the... oh, "whatever." Mumbling the word with caustic asperity, the dragoness balanced the liberated belt in one hand gingerly, weighing the costs and benefits of attempting to cleanse the filth from it in favor of just giving it up as a bad job and buying a goddamn belt somewhere else in town. Less of a story behind it, but less disgusting to boot.
Basic cleanliness was apparently in short supply amongst the poor here, though. Not even bandits or career criminals, but men fallen on hardship - too weak of heart to persevere, they had settled upon an "easy" mark, determined to liberate her apparent wealth. She reflexively ran her fingers down the pristine patch of cloth hanging from her shoulder, still miffed that the fatter of the two had deigned to touch it. He would have plenty of time to consider his wrongdoings from his new perch embedded in the wall.
The dragoness sighed, regarding her handiwork with longsuffering aggravation. She should have - would have killed them both on the spot for attempting to take her life had the one not began to beg for his life, spilling his life story and how little he could afford to feed those depending on him. Truth be told, she wasn't sure he believed him - but he had not exactly reminded her of a bandit, more a man plagued by weakness of spirit, and it had seemed wrong not to give him a chance to take another path.
Granted, he was now unconscious on the ground and likely suffering from a concussion to go with the broken ribs, but there was no law against defending one's self from swine. And he'd ended up better than his compatriot, though she callously judged the excess weight to have been enough to - probably - cushion the larger man's impact and had struck with according force. A scuffle over in seconds. It had been an amusing workout, albeit not a particularly fulfilling one.
Sighing, Nayru languidly extended one arm to drop the liberated belt on the man's motionless body, an action rewarded by a slight shudder as his eyes shot open. Less unconscious so much as faking it? Certainly not exactly the pinnacle of heroic courage. Staring down at him neutrally for a few more moments, she made her decision, turning away from the fallen pair in favor of striding out of the dilapidated alleyway in hopes of finding something that didn't make her want to punch someone through a building - and where had Elly and Veigue gotten off to, anyways? Elly probably causing havoc, Veigue... maybe at the weapon shop? Or meditating atop the tallest mountain in the vicinity in the freezing cold.
Seriously, screw Ilia.
Snickering quietly at how fitting that image of Veigue seemed, Nayru exited the alleyway, ignoring the occasional misshapen lump of person scattered around the area. Beggars and drunkards, the lot of them; people whose self-destructive tendencies took them far beyond any help she could offer them.
Even if she could empathize in a way she was ashamed to admit.
Pausing a few meters from the two would-be muggers, Nayru regaled them with a half-glance over her shoulder, finally deigning to speak directly to the one still conscious.
"...Go home and be a family man."
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Post by Hayle on Nov 24, 2012 0:38:48 GMT -6
Hayle stood silently (or as close to silently as he could manage with a mild hangover), watching with grudging appreciation as the crazy lady turned the fat would be bandit into a wall fixture. If it wasn't for the headache making blinking painful, he'd almost be inclined to snicker at the sight. Almost.
Sere yawned from her perch on Hayle's shoulder as the lady boredly dropped her pilfered item of clothing atop the man who wasn't imitating a wall fixture. Being the ever inquisitive feline that she is, she nimbly jumped down and sauntered out of the shared hiding place, in that smug fashion that cats seem to have mastered from birth, over to the silver haired woman.
Hayle rubbed his temples irritatedly when he finally saw this. "This is why you don't work with people or animals...", he muttered wearily to himself.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2012 19:55:09 GMT -6
“Here...again.”
There was at least another town beyond this border, as much as he recalled. Whether it was near or further in Ilia's territory, that town was near. The swordsman didn't have anything against the country, but it still bothered him that one of the most disturbing events of his travels before tagging along with Nayru and Elly happened here. He didn't know why it kept haunting him. That killer was long gone now, but he could still see the reflection of his sadistic grin in frozen objects he'd passed by occasionally. Perhaps it was overall a grim situation that he had no idea he'd walk out of alive. That alone was telling him he could be too lucky sometimes.
He usually didn't brood for so long like this, which caused him to lose sight of both companions entirely. Where could they have gone so fast? Well, it was too late to re-trace steps now. Wherever they went, they were probably already a bit far off somewhere else. He'd just have to bump into them again while trying to get familiar with this town as much as he could.
As he reached a corner, he felt a pain in his chest all of a sudden. It didn't last long at first, so he ignored it and kept walking. Though when he inched closer to the wall of a building, he stretched his arm out and slapped the palm of his hand onto the cold wall...feeling that pain come back. Did he catch something? Probably. But why would a simple cold give him chest pains? He did recall some kind of superstition he was told a while ago about aches and pains like this one, especially in the chest area, meant something bad was about to happen. Usually to the person feeling it. It wasn't worth believing something like that, so he just kept walking with his hand over his chest.
Or maybe it was just that it was taking a while longer to adapt to Ilian weather. The Sacaean thought he had got the hang of it days ago, but that must have been because they were technically still in a good part of Sacae at the time. The weather becomes harsher as you further travel inward.
Trying to concentrate on more important matters, he figured it may be best trying to find Nayru and Elly as soon as possible, as a border town as small as this doesn't have too many things to see. Though he had to be careful, as he didn't want to let his guard down from any desperate people trying to jump him for anything he may have of value...and he knows which items on his person are too valuable on him that's both literally worth something and valuable on a personal level.
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Post by Elly on Nov 25, 2012 14:55:01 GMT -6
Elly shivered slightly as a chill northern breeze brushed against her frame; she had forgotten how cold Ilia could be, and they weren't even deep into the country yet. She probably should buy some warmer clothing...and yet, her purse was as empty as usual. Ugh, it was just not fair, the proper knights were assigned warmer uniforms, too! It was all probably a plot to make poor, innocent, sweet trainees like her uncomfortable. Mildly frustrated, she kicked a pebble on the street half-heartedly, watching as it skipped along the cold, hard dirt of the town. Shouldn't she be happy about coming back to her home country? And yet, the nervousness that had started to bear down on her refused to let go, a myriad doubts fluttering inside her.
Elly bit down on her lip, frowning. What was the matter with her? Of course she would become a knight. Every trainee did; the journey they were sent out on was more of a practice, a taste of what traveling alone on one of the countless missions in her future would be like. Even the commander had said so; it wasn't a test. She'd overheard the older knights talking about it, too; once you were cleared to travel by yourself, you were set. Knowing that, however, still didn't keep her stomach from tying itself into knots and performing acrobatic feats that would make any dancing troupe jealous.
The teenager shook her head, her ponytail bouncing wildly behind her. No, no, no! Bad Elly! She had to drive those thoughts out of her head. Nana had said flying while they were in town was absolutely forbidden, though. As if she'd crash into anyone. She was getting better, really! She snorted, crossing her arms, letting her eyes wander to the side. Her gaze fell on a patch of blue; the white streak of hair amidst a mop of black dispelled any doubts she might have had as to the identity of the man.
She hurried up, trying to catch up to Veigue's brisk steps, drawing in breath to call out to him, before stopping herself short. A mischievous smile spread across her features as she accelerated her steps, sneaking up behind him as best she could. A little surprise had never hurt anyone, right? She held her breath, struggling to keep from giggling, drawing close before jumping and taking hold of his arm tightly. "Hiya Veigue!" She screamed shrilly, as loudly as she could, a large smile on her face.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 26, 2012 1:43:47 GMT -6
Wrapped within the obscuring veil of her own thoughts, Nayru was blissfully unaware of the impending Apocalypse Meow until it struck with all the force of a bundle of fur bumping into her leg. She very nearly punted it into the sun out of reflex, but managed to restrain herself despite the dazed haze consuming her scattered mind as she attempted to pull her thoughts back together into something resembling coherent thought.
Oh.
Cat.
It was an oddly pleasant change of pace from having animals terrified of her, though Nayru had the sinking suspicion that it had instead intended to act as a living trip hazard. So, what, normal cat? Snorting, she accepted the simple fact that what cat wants, cat gets; not wanting to deal with the murderous furball wending its way through her path, the dragoness settled for paying attention to the world around her - and the scruffy-looking individual who seemed to be the creature's owner. Caretaker. She couldn't really tell if he was annoyed at her or the cat, but the idyllic glow of having gotten to punch people still warmed her body, prompting... some variety of response.
"I have heard it said that long ago, mankind worshipped cats as deities," she began pleasantly, resting one hand on her left hip in a token gesture of acceptance that she wasn't going anywhere until the animal lost interest. "If they did, your kind has certainly forgotten - but theirs has not. I have met kings who could learn from their self-assured poise."
Yeahhhh mind apparently not all there yet.
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Post by Hayle on Nov 27, 2012 7:55:23 GMT -6
Deities. Cats? Hayle wondered if the stealthily strong female was suffering from a frozen brain, courtesy of the wonderful Ilian weather.
"Blast. Had better respond before I become a wall feature", Hayle thought to himself. Obviously, he'd picked the wrong morning to wake up with a pounding headache.
"This cat is certainly smug enough to be royalty," Hayle replied curtly. The frosty air was sapping any sense of patience or common courtesy he still possessed, which admittedly wasn't a large amount to start. He trudged over, defensiveness etched into his lithe frame. This was a dangerous woman after all.
"Begging the ladies pardon, but if my cat is finished with you then perhaps I should leave." Yes, the words came out somewhat icily and maybe it wasn't smart to annoy a lady with such tastes in interior decorating, but the sooner Hayle could find another bottle, the sooner the headache would leave. Maybe.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 28, 2012 13:30:55 GMT -6
"It does seem to be a common feline trait," Nayru responded guardedly. Cat owners had an awkward tendency to be cat fanatics, and the last thing she needed was to accidentally antagonize someone else and end up leaving them embedded in a nearby wall. Starting trouble in Ilian territory was foolhardy at best; what might cause a minor local stir in some isolated Caelin village could be considered an actual threat in the mercenary world of Ilia, and for her part, Nayru was not particularly interested in taking on the winged hordes of her corps. Flying entrees or not. ...Not that she would have started a fight with the man anyways, she reassured herself, but caution was the better part of valor when it came to heavily militarized countries with the ability to launch a quick response to trouble.
...She still didn't trust any animal that would defecate in its owners belongings and then expect positive attention immediately afterwards. Holding back the urge to snicker, the dragoness continued, regarding Hayle with a light smile. "There is no need for that; I have barely arrived in this... quaint... little burg, and you have yet to attack me. More than the curs back there can claim." Okay, maybe she was a little annoyed that her first real experience with the town was two idiots trying to steal everything of value from her person. "I seem to have become separated from my companions and do not know my way around well."
Local or fellow visitor - Nayru wasn't exactly sure, and didn't want to bank on one or the other, but he seemed somewhat less lost than she was. And he hadn't tried to kill her yet. That was always a plus. She hesitated nonetheless, the feelings of rightness Elly gave her warring with her normal reticence to inflict herself on anyone else, but... it couldn't be that bad to try it for once, right? What was the worst that could happen?
Immediately NOPEing out of that train of thought so hard that Nayru was convinced she could smell the burning as the sheer friction of how fast she had stopped that particular locomotive set the world alight, she threw herself into the fray with abandon, knowing full well that given enough time she would convince herself otherwise if she did not. "If you have no other urgent tasks, perhaps you would be willing to lead me to the market, at least?"
Probably better not to mention she was planning on devouring every morsel of food in the vicinity once she got there, the dragoness decided. "A horrifying sight that would cow the bravest of the heroes of the Scouring" one elderly barkeep she had spent a few years working for had described it as, and while she had been cut by his harsh assessment, it was not... entirely unwarranted.
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Post by Hayle on Nov 28, 2012 16:56:01 GMT -6
Okay, so she wasn't going to try and murder him. Wonderful. Maybe he could relax a little bit. Considering this was the most Hayle had really talked to someone in a very long time and they hadn't tried to kill him, he was feeling a little obliging despite the splitting headache.
Sigh. Tourists.
“...Very well. Doubt you'll find much better than that here though.” Hayle replied while gesturing at the would-be brigand. Was he talking about the belt or the brigand himself? It didn't matter either way, neither were particularly fine specimens of their respective ideals.
Maybe they could grab some food while they were there. It wasn't likely to be anything remotely resembling edible but he was hungry. And the lady didn't look like she'd eat that much. Cat probably ate more than she did considering her frame, although she did take down two ruffians with ease while unarmed. Magic perhaps? Not a form Hayle had seen before, but then again there were many things he hadn't seen before.
“If you can stomach what they call food around here, I'll buy you something. Peace offering.”
Hayle hoped he didn't regret this. Blasted cat. Always causing him grief.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 28, 2012 23:34:34 GMT -6
"Beauty oft lurks in the strangest of places" was her delayed retort, a few moments of contemplative silence the only barrier between Hayle's words and her own. It was a depressing thought that there should be nothing more of value in the entire town than a pair of cowardly fools driven to crime by their own weakness. Also, she kind of wanted another belt. Or maybe a burka, just to see what they actually looked like. ...They probably sold those here, right? Frowning in deep thought for a moment, Nayru caught herself in short order, finishing her thought of a moment ago with a tone of quiet conviction somewhat unusual for her. "Hardship breeds strength. Much as pressure forms diamonds, so too can this broken world produce things worth protecting."
She glanced behind her at the muddled lumps on the ground, feeling a tinge of regret as the certainty faded from her tone, replaced by sadness. "...Or crush those too weak to bear that weight." If the world had been better, what would have happened to those two? Would their weakness stay the same, or could a better upbringing, a less cruel life, having turned them into something far greater than the sum of their parts? Something she had heard long ago - Erim, maybe - came to mind, a thought that had always stuck with her. The concept of nature versus nurture, of debating whether or not people were truly capable of change; would changing people to change the world be viable, or must one first change the world to truly change humanity as a whole?
Nayru sighed, reminded again of the sheer scale of what she hoped to accomplish, of the arrogance it took to even consider attempting it. She had much to learn herself before deigning to tell humanity exactly how to fix its own flaws. Perhaps experimentation would prove a suitable avenue for discovery... social engineering, so to speak. Hm. Something to ponder. For now, food! "I had been hoping to sample any local delicacies, certainly. Somewhat of a hobby of mine. It is truly amazing what a breadth of human knowledge there is when it comes to cooking, a field altered and augmented alike by available resources!"
Crazy food lady paused, realizing she had gone on slightly more than intended about the subject. The weeks of traveling with Elly and Veigue, of being able to speak freely, of being able to almost - trust Elly, had loosened her tongue more than she had realized. After so long of avoiding significant human contact, Nayru realized, she was ill suited to simply immerse herself wholeheartedly. "...By which I mean yes I would like to do that, though you need not waste your hard-earned coin on one such as myself." One hand slipped to the network of belts adorning her torso, each adorned in gold, and the assorted pouches hanging from a few of them - pouches that jingled. "Please, allow me to repay your kindness with my own. You look as though you could use some."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2012 16:04:34 GMT -6
Seemed like nothing had happened...yet. Maybe those pains in his chest really were just a sign of a cold kicking in? Veigue hated being sick. It was a very unpleasant feeling...but hey, who likes being sick anyway? He just hoped that his immune system would fight it off so he wouldn't have to deal with it any longer or slow his companions down too much. Maybe it was finally time to get some more clothing? He WAS only wearing a jacket over his Sacaean attire and that's still considered loose clothing in Ilia, where it's freezing all year long.
But he liked being loose clothed and this was just the first step in getting used to this harsh, eternal winter. So he just strolled on through...but his chest started hurting again. He tried his best to fight it off, but he could resist the muscles tightening in his face as he winced at the pain and clenching the spot of his jacket on his chest. Okay. Just take deep breaths and it'll go away...in and out. It was a relaxing feeling...
...Until he heard footsteps from behind at a quick speed that he didn't realize until they were really close. Maybe they really were a sign of impending danger!
“...Ahh no! Not this time!”
The moment his thumb pressed upon the guard and slightly slid the Slim Sword out, his sword arm was grabbed tightly the moment he turned about halfway around and just paused, keeping the thumb on the sword as he heard Elly's voice loud and clearly. The small sweat drop fell down the side of his face as he sighed heavily and allowed the sword to fall back in.
Taking the moment to calm down as the young girl gripped hold of his arm, he had to sigh again...yet he couldn't help but chuckle too. “...You nearly gave me a heart attack there, Elly.” But it seemed as though Nayru was still missing in action. He could have sworn they both were together. “We're you by yourself this whole time?”
For some reason, he felt a chill down his spine after turning his attention away from Elly briefly. Someone was looking at him! But where? He turned his head around to search, but his gaze fell upon a lone figure from a distance standing in his general direction. He couldn't make it out, as the person was covered in black robes. Whoever he was, it was obvious he was staring either at the swordsman, the squire...or both. Most likely Veigue though. He felt a very ominous presence from him, despite them not being that close to each other. He couldn't even see his face due to the darkness of the hood he wore. It soon became an awkward moment, but the sword fighter rested his free hand on his hilt to prepare for anything. But strangely, the man just walked away into the shadows of an alleyway.
“That was weird...I hope he's not another one of those bounty hunters.”
The Sacaean finally noticed his own hood wasn't over his head to conceal his idenity. Too late on that though. But he really hoped none of Jaquio's hired swords were here and that this was just one of those strange occurrences that would just fade away with time. With Nayru gone for the moment, she'd be fine. But Elly was near and that guy looked really suspicious. Like he wanted to do something, but something else prevented him from acting. Of course, Veigue also thought he could just be paranoid and he's thinking too much on it. But in the end, he just had to keep his eyes peeled.
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Post by Hayle on Dec 5, 2012 1:26:53 GMT -6
One such as herself? Hayle wondered what the lady meant by that. I mean sure, she was dressed for a Sacaen summer in the middle of Ilia, but he'd seen crazier. She was offering food though. Probably wouldn't get rid of his aching head but free food was free food.
"Very well. Would you prefer food or trinkets first?"
It was a silly question. With that impromptu speech about food, it was pretty obvious what she'd pick. Which was fine by Hayle. He wasn't really much good with clothes and trinkets and things. Sure, he could darn a tunic and restitch leather if need be, but he was hardly what you'd call a professional. Maybe he could use her... expertise. What he was wearing was fairly old by now.
With a surreptitious pat of his coin purse to check the status of his funds, Hayle knelt down to grab Sere. Blasted cat hadn't stopped bumping up against her new friend. Maybe the cat knew something that he didn't.
"This way, if you would?"
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 27, 2012 9:10:53 GMT -6
Wise man! Belts were good, and Nayru had always secretly wondered how she would look in a cape, but food always came first - the human body could not survive on belts alone, and she would know. Dragon... human... body. It was the spirit of the thing, anyways, specifics be damned. Still not entirely sure how to react to the ornery cat, the dragoness allowed her new companion to retrieve his little buddy without interference, then followed him in blissful silence through the labyrinthine maze of twisting passageways and poor people. Blissful because she couldn't think of anything to say, not because she was in a particularly good mood.
For better or for worse, their little excursion was uneventful; there were no sudden bandit attacks, Etrurian invasions, dragon attacks, or Ellypocalypses to be found, though at least once she felt a sensation as though a million voices cried out at once and then were silenced, which probably meant Elly was indeed in the middle of starting trouble... again. Until - IF she meant IF - the pegasus knight brigade showed up, though, Nayru was determined to focus on trying to enjoy herself, or at least provide less-than-loathsome company.
Orrrr she could drown in the sudden avalanche of sights and smells as they reached the marketplace, a haphazardly arranged network of stalls and shops selling everything from buns to bouqets. Nayru was suddenly itnensely curious where they found flowers in the middle of icysnowland, but supposed they were close enough to Sacae that the only major difference was altitude, not exactly hundreds of miles of climate change. "It will be yet colder ahead," she mused to herself, not particularly enthused with the idea of spending more time than necessary in such a cold climate. Were she a Fire or Ice dragon she could probably either internally counter the cold or simply attune herself to it, respectively, but Lightning was awkwardly out of tune with either response... unless she set something on fire and then obliquely... anyways. Probably best to avoid any mass destruction today.
Nodding appraisingly at the array of shops, Nayru's tone picked up somewhat. "A relatively small bazaar, but it speaks well of these industrious folk that they still ply their wares. Perhaps they rely on business from Sacae - or perhaps others from this very village seek to drown their sorrows and shortcomings here, seeking an escape from the eternal chill." Aaaand that had gotten depressing faster than usual. Maybe the would-be thieves were still bothering her. "Well then, Hayle!" Forced excitement, but sitting there moping would do little to help matters - and she was goddamn hungry. "For what have you appetite today, or shall we peruse the selection before leaping headfirst into the fray?"
Pause.
"...Of eating. A metaphor. Not - an actual fray."
The thought occurred to her that Hayle had, so far, only actually seen her beating the crap out of people or possibly talking about it.
Awkward.
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Post by Hayle on Jan 12, 2013 19:01:54 GMT -6
"Small yes, but certainly sufficient for our needs today."
Just as long as no-one tried to lift her purse again. Hayle really didn't have any enthusiasm about having to explain to the town guard why the half naked woman he was escorting and broken half the market stalls with the crumpled bodies of any would be thieves. Half, if he was lucky. It would be an amusing sight though.
Just one he'd rather watch from a good few miles away. Maybe even the country over. No use getting unhappy about it now though.
Casting a watchful eye over the marketplace though, it was hard to avoid seeing the children running about, all of them dirty, some of them waifish, none of them thankfully resembling his daughter today. It might be a good day for once then.
"Perhaps we should look around and see if anything catches your eye."
The faintest hint of a smile crossed his lips for a brief second. As little acquainted with this lady and her admittedly odd way of speaking, he liked her a little. Or maybe that was just the image of her rampaging through the marketplace in pursuit of shiny things that danced through his slowly becoming less achey head.
Hopefully she didn't mean an actual fray though. While it would be good for warmth, he didn't think the town would survive her incapacitating 90% of the able bodied men in town.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 17, 2013 19:07:34 GMT -6
She would never be able to truly count herself among their number, but Nayru had always had a bit of a soft spot for watching crowds, whether in Arcadia centuries ago or strictly human groups in the following centuries. There was a certain electricity to them, energy and action combined in an endless storm of motion and sound that gave the loose impression of an organic ocean. Different sorts of crowds gave off different vibes; marketplaces and their ilk tended to be possessed of an interesting dichotomy, greed and filth combined with excitement and happiness... and a lot of food smells. Smells that she was enjoying sampling regardless of any philosophical malarkey.
"Never a dull moment at the market, mm?" A bit wry, and hopefully not too prophetic, but the manakete was casting her gaze across the people and shops rather than losing herself in her own mind. "I wonder if there are any local delicacies..." Compared to a market district in one of the major cities of Elibe, this was nothing, but every market had its own vibe, its own unique variety of energy, and smaller ones often seemed more... genuine. Or slightly corrupt, anyways, probably because there was less profit to be made. She decided not to follow that train of thought further.
Well, might as well get started on the hunt for food. Just as soon as she decided where to start. Nayru wasn't really sure, but figured she would just beat an answer out of the place. ...Metaphorically. Not physically. She wasn't going to start beating people up until they suggested something to eat. "Unfortunate that Elly seems to have disappeared from the face of the earth. I'm sure she would have enjoyed this as well."
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Post by Hayle on Jun 26, 2013 22:44:43 GMT -6
"A wayward companion of yours?"
A chill ran up his spine as Hayle said this. Suddenly the vast number of people around faded somewhat into insignificance. This companion of the lady, what if they were alike? Could he really handle being in the company of two attractive albeit somewhat insane women?
Gods. What if he had to buy them both food? Skies forbid they both got into a fight, the resulting crater would be enormous.
With a chillness pervading his body that was not entirely owned to the frigid Ilian weather and a vague sense of doom hanging overhead, Hayle surely felt that he would regret his next words.
"Would it perhaps be a wise idea to attempt to find her before acquiring foodstuffs, or would less competition suit you better?"
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