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Post by Nymiane on Dec 12, 2005 23:26:27 GMT -4
Faye let a small series of giggles emit before she silenced herself, she moved around the room trying to find her bearings; her hands brushed against the walls and furniture which were quite odd feeling, for they felt… they felt like the earth. The walls were covered in vines, and from what she could tell, they were thriving in this room. The furniture felt very much the same and the air, was quite different from the rooms she had been in, it was almost humid. Perhaps it was even humid, for the greenery in the room seemed to emit some warmth. Slowly the woman made her way to a wooden stool, she sat down upon it with her legs crossed, her arms dangling at her side, fingers slowly following a symbol, which was engraved in the wood. It was some sort of language, she recognized a few words, but not enough to make sense of it. A small wisp of breath escaped her as she rolled her shoulders back, which allowed the coat to slide off of her shoulders and fall down to her forearms.
Faye’s head jerked to the side as she heard the old book creak, it seemed to speak it’s own tale.. The old glue cracked on the spine, and the scent of old rushed into her nasal passages, she lowered her head slightly, a masked smile was given, but disappeared just as quickly as it came.
“Mechtish..” She murmured softly, a hand brushing a stray lock from her face. “ From travels I know some..” She paused again and shook her head. “Eurothian will do, if you please…”
The woman sat in silence for a moment, her hearing and skin were her eyes, it was how she knew where Nathicus was. In her own way she could see him, in her mind. It was how she had come to see people, and perhaps she could see them… a little more than she let on..
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Post by Icor on Dec 13, 2005 19:13:43 GMT -4
Nathicus relaxed into his earthen seat near the wall and crossed a leg comfortably over the other. He took a breath in through his nose slowly and swallowed at the same moment, all before clearing his throat. He gazed down into the book carefully, and his yellow-ish irises danced through the pages.
“I will then. Mechtish is for old men anyway, and I’m not old. Well, not overly so”, he said, his words getting softer and softer toward the end of his rant.
Without taking time to break further, Nathicus lifted his chin and began, reciting the words swiftly, and with some character.
“Mirimar, a true son of his woodelf blood, crafted the many wooden bridges of Mathias Crosses with great patience, delightful complexity, and charm. He bled every thought into the workmanship, honoring the rivers, the trees, the light, and the sky with his art and fancy, tending to the life of every object of the woods with his sweet compassion for nature. He harmed neither a single fir nor shrub of the Mathias Timberlands, but instead gave spirits to his own living oaks and pines, all of which he was blessed with and tended to on his own land with his own resources. Over the period of three hundred years, Mirimar became the greatest ecological architect of the Eurothian west lands, for his knowledge of the roads, the rivers, and the trees were unmatched. He plotted the entire Mathias Range with his gates and orchards upon parchment he himself made from the woods he was given.”
Nathicus glanced at her for only a second before continuing.
“The bridges themselves are exquisite and pleasing, made from the living wood of his land’s womb, and are crossed daily by more explorers and students than merchants. They link several hundred small parks with one another, all of which are protected by the branches of the oaks and are full of the sounds of the Mathias Falls. Wildlife recognizes the Mathias Range as a paradise, and many of Eurothan’s animals travel there during colder seasons, most of which use these bridges.
The bridges have been known to shift and grow, though the process is too slow to see with the naked eye. In their elaborately carved sides, sculptures can be witnessed, and have been said to warp in shape and even whisper to those crossing it. It is said that Mirimar placed the spirits of the lost Nymphs into these bridges – the Nymphs are rumored to react to those who walk upon their crossing differently, depending on various things: the Nymph’s personality, the time of day, or even the nature of the inner soul of the one crossing over.
Mirimar designed the Mathias Parks in a way to symbolize the endless cycle of forest life. A pattern can be seen which spirals inward toward the center of the Range, and upon many of his bridges, there are psalms from the Gaian Bible describing, in great detail, how to best honor the trees and those who, long ago, spent their lives protecting them. Through careful study, students of the Druid Cult and Guild have deciphered a riddle inside these psalms, a clue to one of Mirimar’s greater goals in his life. It was written...”
Nathicus clears his throat, and flips the page quietly.
“It was written as such: “The child will lift the ashes and sing, for the spirit of life will be in her for all time, and this laughter will pour over the hopeless and give them hope, fill the basins of the ocean, and make the moons sing in unison, for all desire the satisfaction that comes from color, tranquility, peace, organization, control, timelessness, and the separation of mind and body”.
He lowered the book a little and looked back at her slowly. A smile formed on his face and he took a deep breath.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 19, 2007 14:41:38 GMT -4
A chuckle flowed from Faye as Nathicus’ voice began to drift across the air, and soon became nothing more than breath passing into the present shifting air. Faye simply nodded her head, and though she could not see, the crystalline eyes that were drawn upon the mask seem to pierce through the heavy blanket of air, right across to Nathicus. She could see him, in her minds eyes, his form, his soul, his mind. She could see better blinded, than without the mask..
As the moments passed by, and the words entered her keen ears, she grew intrigued, the detail was intricate, it painted a lovely picture in her mind, which was now beginning to wander.. “That—that was lovely.” Her fragile voice rang out, with heavy breath. “is that what this place is?” Inquisition laced her tone, causing it to lift towards the end.
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Post by Icor on Dec 19, 2007 20:45:43 GMT -4
Nathicus reclined himself into the chair as he loosened the knot of his top cape, and it draped over the back. He returned the book carefully to the stack and bit his lips together for a moment to guise a smile; the concept of Faye’s blindness was gone from his mind. He felt her looking in a subconscious sense.
“I was hired not long ago to tend to a man’s crops in the Mathias Parks, so I collected guides on the bridges. The story I just read did not have maps like I wanted, but it was very interesting”, he said, reflecting on the tale while keeping his eyes on Faye.
Reading her that story reminds me of Meri, he thought to himself as a short silence crept to his mouth, she’s not Meri, but .... He rubbed down the length of his beard and cleared his throat. He felt her presence so strongly that he questioned the vividness and loudness of his own thoughts and doubted that they were in complete privacy.
“We are, umm... actually very close to where the parks are. Think of a forest with a flat, short-grassed floor and very little foliage. It is an amazing place... no where to hide, granted, but for strolling and experiencing the wild, it is an experience like none other.”
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 19, 2007 21:01:03 GMT -4
The woman abruptly stood to her feet, an arm raising towards the unseen heavens, and soon fingers outstretched and clasped onto the air, as if something was within her grasp. ”That would explain it then..” She paused for a moment, and then continued to explain herself. “I can feel it. The earth, the sky, the moon, the air, the very light that streaks in through the canopy of trees. Everything is alive. It watches you, as if you, Nathicus, are the queer one.” She ended her little speech with a sliver of laughter and then began to walk through the room.
I have never seen or felt anything like this before. Such magic, such life. What a wonderful place.. She thought on, and wished to remove the mask. So she could feel the life splash itself upon her face, if only..
”I think I would very much enjoy said park. I wish to visit it someday, although I am sure I could find it by chance, will you take me there?” She asked in a tone that was barely even a whisper, though the air surrounding her brought her delicate words straight towards his ears.
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Post by Icor on Dec 19, 2007 21:58:59 GMT -4
Nathicus found himself on the edge of his seat. Her movements made him want to stand for a variety of reasons, some of them concerned and others simply respectful. Her words were nearly too cryptic for him to garner anything from, but his eyes were wide and intent on her. The light of the moon... Eurothra’s gray moon, Dyphreties, his mind whispered, the living earth. What is she saying, what can she really see? The hidden forest, the Mathias Parks; all of it reminded him how enormous the region was, how inescapable it sometimes felt.
Nathicus never could imagine the sound of such a soft whisper that was Faye’s voice being so direct and audible to him. It made his back straighten, and for moments, he did not even register her exact words. She must be a seer. Wait, no, maybe she speaks with elementals. No no, she must be a sorceress. Right?, his puzzling continued. How bizarre of him to let profit and even his daughter drift out of the front of his mind for the sake of this one extraordinary woman – what laws of nature or chance could have lead her masked eyes to this place? Tales of doom and fame lingered on the very edge of his creative summit. What work could be more important than unveiling the mystery of Faye?
Suddenly, he squinted his eyes, a sign of his trance closing.
“I -... Umm, I -... Yes, Faye, I could certainly take you there. Absolutely.” he finally confessed, drawing a smile upon his face.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 19, 2007 23:51:56 GMT -4
As if the woman were holding her breath for an answer, she let out a puff of hair, and then inhaled sharply. She moved towards Nathicus in a sweeping motion, as if she were floating on the air itself, she bowed her head and then curtsied.
“When I am rested, may we go then? And then… How will I repay you? Oh thank you, dearest Nathicus!” The woman’s head remained bowed, her locks of ebon curling and shifting around her form, licking upon what skin was exposed, and what skin it could reach. Behind the mask she blushed greatly for her outburst, though it was still soft and breathy in tone, to her she felt as if she were screaming at the top of her lungs. And so once more, as if she were holding her breath she awaited his words once more, and she hung onto the silence, that was not so silent to her..
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Post by Icor on Dec 20, 2007 1:53:28 GMT -4
A big smile grew on Nathicus’s face and he stood up to take a small bow, trying desperately to analyze the cultural tendencies of Faye, as it was his nature to adapt himself to the various moods of each society he came by.
“Again, absolutely”, he said, his voice carrying a slightly more definitive ring, “You don’t have to repay me, it will be pleasure enough being in Mathias again”. Being with her in the parks tickled the back of his skull, but he was settling his mind down conservatively.
A new question rose in his mind as he watched Faye’s hair brush her exposed shoulder, so he bit his lip and picked up his top coat from the chair. “Faye, I should go out to a separate study ... do you want me to leave the books here?” he asked, eluding the forethought of her possible blindness. He must have also been one of the few men in the history of that building that suggested himself not staying the night in the warm company of a woman in her own dorm.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 20, 2007 12:07:48 GMT -4
Faye gradually lifted her chin upward, her crystalline gaze piercing through the soul and aura of Nathicus, she smiled softly, thinking to herself. As the moons shift, as the stars collide, as the winds change, so do you, Nathicus Flon…
”I will repay you, somehow.” She nodded her head slowly, and then regained her graceful composure, standing. The woman then began to outstretch her hand, as if to clasp his, but at once she withdrew it and clenched it at her side.
The air brushed against Faye’s porcelain skin, as if caressing it, and held her in an embrace. She gasped softly and shouldered the dress (which was too big for her mind you,) back upon her shoulder. If one could see her face, she would be blushing to a deep crimson. “I-I..” She paused for a moment to regain her senses, her shoulders slumped forward, and a sigh passed from her. “Yes.. please.” Her vocals sent forth, in a defeated tone. Faye was both embarrassed and disappointed. She had enjoyed their discourse thus far, and enjoyed … company, of any sort. Most would think this boorish, but she so desperately craved companionship.. mayhaps it was due to her past of being a rogue, unknown, cast aside, a curse. Although, deep inside Faye knew it was best for him to leave, but she was torn..
IN the Wasteland Nymiane paced back and forth, her spindly fingers caressing the air before her, her turquoise eyes flashed to a deep crimson, and a chuckle emitted. “Poor pitiful child…..” And then a smile of twisted accomplishment washed over her face, bringing light to the darkness.
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Post by Icor on Dec 20, 2007 14:20:51 GMT -4
Faye’s reaction to Nathicus’s departure made him queasy about his choice, and he debated with himself as his primal mind shouted for much, much attention. He finally squint his eyes and grinned, shaking his head. “You honestly must be exhausted” he guessed, rubbing his sternum as a chilly strand of air crept down his collar, “the morning is not far off now.”
Nathicus pried himself out of Faye’s proximity, taking a shaky step backwards toward the doorway, maintaining an honest smile. He nodded, mostly at himself, trying to convince his company deprived mind that he was making the right choice. He turned and stepped out, the weight of his shoulder tiding down on his torso after he was out of her sight.
He battled with the concept of his own youth; in a world of centennial elves and mages, a human man with only 27 years to his name seemed such an insignificant amount of experience. Maybe it was naïve of him to take on a daughter solo at the age of nineteen, or perhaps it was pivotal to his survival. Whatever the case, he knew that he found himself breaking his silent oaths to hermitage and coldness every second he spent in the company of Faye. The moment he was no longer in her presence, he felt a wealth of opportunity and freedom being threatened by the prospect of never seeing her again. He knew the sensation of ill anticipation; the fear of losing the ones that put your heart in harmony is the worst fear of all. Was he under some spell? Or was love a crafty enough thing to be so hard to find one moment, and so easy to find the next?
He stood with his back to the door, his beating heart and long breathes the only movement in him, his yellow eyes cast nearly at his own toes. Faye ..., he thought to himself, sleep well.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 20, 2007 17:15:49 GMT -4
Faye once again, nodded to Nathicus, leaving it at just that, for she had naught to say at the moment, yet very much swirled about in her mind, screaming at her, eating away at her subconscious. In her mind she heard the wicked Nymiane, she heard the laughter, and she cursed her, swore she would loathe her for all eternity.
As the man backed away, she made her way towards the window, which was curtained by what felt very much like moss, perhaps it was. She pushed them aside and the moonlight, which was now fading, seemed to draw near to her. The rays found themselves encompassing her very form, illuminating it. ”Good night then, Nathicus..” His name lingered on the tip of her tongue, and as she said his name it almost seemed…Forlorn.
When the door shut behind his form, she turned from the window, her hand immediately rushed towards her face, which she then ripped the mask from her face and slammed it to the floor. As the mask spiraled downward it seemed to move at a slow pace, almost as if it were in slow motion. When it hit the floor, it did so with not a sound, and shattered into a million shards, which hung within the air. At this time Faye turned her back to the shards, she made her way toward her bed and began to undress herself. Meanwhile, the shards remained floating in the air, compiling each and every piece, and there they sat in the air, carefully reconstructing themselves. Piece by piece the mask took on it’s form again, this time it drew in the colors of the room. Upon the forehead crystals formed in the shape of a tear drop, the eyes remained crystalline, but were elongated in a catlike manner. On the sides of her ’eyes’ two lines unfurled, almost like a cat’s whiskers would. The nose took on the shape of Faye’s, short, sharp and turned up. (As well as having holes for her to breathe) The lips too, took on the shape of the woman’s, full and pouting, with the faint hint of rose dressed upon them.
The form of the woman sank into the comfort of her bed, not once did she look back to the ‘smashed’ mask, and she allowed herself to fall into a deep slumber. The warm thick blankets covered her form, her hair also draping across the pale skin of her face, embracing it for it would be another night until it could see her face once more..
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Post by Icor on Dec 20, 2007 22:28:02 GMT -4
The night was long, and the building filled the fog of the morning as its vague magenta mist snaked in from the rising sun. Nathicus sat up in his bed, the blanket pooling up at his waist, rolling off his naked torso. He put an elbow on an arched knee and then rubbed his eyes with his thumb and index fingers, stifling a groan as he yawned. Light trickled through the dancing leaves of a tree outside his window, and he looked at the glass as it refracted the yellow rays. Spots of light shown on his chest and he swiveled himself out of the moss bed; just then, a quite exposed realization came to him as he bunched the blanket to his body, a chill air reaching his skin.
“...In the name of...?”, his morning voice murmured. He scanned the room and found it bare, except for his feather-blade that he had propped against one of the chairs. Where’s my clothing? raced a repeating question in his mind. He stood up and walked to the door, holding the blanked fast to himself, and he peered through the crack and the hinges. The door was not lit yet, and he was a little more comfortable in the meager shadows.
Nothing out there, he thought, maybe everyone is still sleeping. Options lingered in his annoyed psyche as he turned from the door to pace, muttering to himself. His foresting, well whether-equipped male integrity was whimpering behind a rush of foreseen scenarios: walking down the halls of a hidden brothel for the masters of magical mentality asking for his clothing did not appeal to him. Faye finding him unready to visit Mathius appealed to him less.
He walked to the door to peer through the crack again, like some young pubescent voyeur caught in the strange situation of being caught. Someone must have undressed me in the night! What in the abyss is going on?!, his mind groaned.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 21, 2007 0:10:15 GMT -4
The moss curtains rustled from the slight breeze that brushed pass them, and as if the wind itself attempted to wake Faye, it washed over her. The small gusts of wind tugged upon her subconscious, urging her to wake. It then dipped beneath the blankets, chilling her limbs and then caused her hair to tickle her lips, she woke abruptly, slightly giggling. It was an odd sensation, for it felt like cold lips upon hers. She groaned and swept the ebon tresses from her face, her vision blurred at first, and then gradually it grew slightly better. For when she closed her eyes, she could truly see, colors, shapes, outlines, auras, and beyond that.
Faye casually tossed the blankets aside, making sure that she fixed it just as it had been presented before she had slept in it. She quirked a dark brow as she examined the chair beside the bed, crystalline eyes squinted as she took in the details of the cloth upon it. A hand outstretched, feeling the fabric and then brought it close to her face for further inspection (for this was the only way she could really see.) It was a dress, of some sort. Silk to the touch, upon it was embroidered flowers, that barely stuck out upon the silk. The base color was of a rich crème, and the flowers were of a soft lavender and pink. This further intrigued the woman, and so she held it up before her, the shape was odd to most, but not her, for whatever reason. Faye shrugged her shoulders gently and slipped the dress on, she thought perhaps it was brought for her whilst she was asleep. The sleeves were long and began to bell out at the bicep, the front of the dress dipped low near her bosom, which would show it off indeed, without exposing much. Then the waist seemed to suck in towards her torso, along her hips and then it flowed outward, but not overly so, it just hang upon her hips, and covered her toes. And when she moved, it was as if she floated across the floor, a continuous ballroom dance.
Faye then lowered her gaze to the floor, squinting once again, what looked to be slipper-like shoes were placed beneath the chair. Something she had no noticed before, but her eyesight at the moment was failing her.. So in her feet went and to her surprise, like the dress, the shoes fit perfectly. Faye then tended to her hair, which she simply combed through with her fingers, her wavy locks falling into place. And as she turned upon her heel she let out a blood curdling scream, for there was a face staring at her. With eyes that dripped with sadness, and a mouth that yearned for a kiss. She stumbled backward and began muttering. ”N-no, I smashed you. You are gone.. How..why.. What did I do to deserve this, Goddess?” She turned her back to the mask, swinging a fist outward, she paced quickly to the door, and there the mask appeared again. Laughter emitted from it’s mouth, and Faye spun upon her heel toward the other direction, and there the mask was once again. She let out another scream, her hand clasping the door knob and as she turned it, the mask impaled itself upon her face, as if a hand was forced behind it, and slammed it onto poor Faye’s features. The force alone sent her flying as the door flew open, and she began to spiral down, her back landing hard upon the floor. She laid there for a moment, twitching, and weeping..
You have cursed me so, for what I have no recollection, and though I know I’ve been like this for years, upon years.. I’ve never known why, what sin have I caused? That you blemish me so, that you curse me, what was my sin?! O Goddess, I pledge my hatred toward you, and I pray that one day I will be rid of this curse. Then I will be a thorn in your side, and without my allegiance, without my belief in you. You hold no power over me.
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Post by Icor on Dec 21, 2007 1:52:41 GMT -4
Faye’s scream set Nathicus into an immediate fit of skipped heartbeats, and he tied the blanket to his body like some form of toga, bursting out of his doorway in a panic that nearly made him trip over the woman he so desperately had the urge to rescue. He reared back for a moment and then dropped to one knee by Faye’s side, putting a hand under her shoulder. A couple early-bird mages were stirring in the corridor, curious but not invasive. They kept their distance.
“What just happened, Faye? Are you all right?” he said, his questions bolstered with the honest motive for answers, “are you hurt”? His eyes were on the mask, however, not on Faye’s eyes. The mask suddenly seemed opaque, unlike the night before; he could feel her eye contact then, he could feel her soul-searching gaze without even knowing the color of her irises. But now, the mask seemed like a thick abyss that revealed nothing, and Nathicus’s heart yearned for the connected feeling again. Something about the mask was mocking him, as if it decided what parts of his heart he could share with Faye and what parts he could not. Something stirred in his spine.
He wanted to smash the mask and get it out of his way.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 21, 2007 21:30:38 GMT -4
Faye’s body gradually stopped quaking, and her weeping turned into whimpers. Though her ears could hear him calling, she found herself far away, in a land of no color, of no life. Death surrounded her, as did the silence, which stung her ears so. In a flash vibrant, eerie hues danced before her, and then in the distance, she saw a faint glow. She advanced toward it, but it drew away each time she grew near, she tried this thrice, and with one last time, she finally reached it. The vibrant hues dissipated, then it replaced itself with such a glaring light that it nearly (truly) blinded the woman. Faye stumbled backward and as she did out, popped the face of a cackling Nymiane. A yelp came from Faye, with doing so, she broke herself from the trance, and just in time to hear Nathicus’ words “Are you alright?” the words played over in her mind, she could not truly tell him. No. She sighed softly and calmed herself.
”It was.. A nightmare. Have you ever dreamt such a vibrant dream, that you could feel, smell and see all that you dreamt?.” Her voice was weak, and trembling, a testament that she had seen something truly horrifying, though she masked her partial lie as well as what her face was. ”I’m fine..” She muttered, and then noticed the whispers surrounding the pair, an awkward circumstance surely. Faye forced a giggle and began to sit up.
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Post by Icor on Dec 22, 2007 3:52:34 GMT -4
Nathicus continued to cradle Faye’s shoulder, his eyes searching the glaze of the mask for something familiar about her. A dream, he thought, but it was something he didn’t quite believe.
“I have. Yes, I have dreamt in such ways ”, he reflected, swallowing a wobbly breath, “I know what you are talking about”.
Faye’s giggle, however forced it sounded, saved Nathicus from a haze of worry. He helped her sit up, his hand on the middle of her back. Her dress looked new, but he wasn’t so curious yet about it as he was about the mask. Several mages were now hanging out of their doorways, and others were simply returning to the quiet of their rooms. Nathicus lifted his ebony gaze for a moment to see them; his burdened expression made a lot of them return to their own business.
“Common now... you’ll be all right now”, he whispered, his voice barely audible under the rush of an uncontrolled sigh.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 26, 2007 10:40:02 GMT -4
Faye did her best to blink away the tears, as she lacked the ability to really wipe them away, she sighed softly, her frame drooping in defeat. Such a graceful woman, and even though she was caged by her own curse, the mask.. She remained with grace.
As Nathicus replied, she simply nodded her head. She slipped her fingers along her shoulder, then over it, and there she met his fingers, where she gently squeezed them. It was more to assure him that she was all right, than it was she assuring herself.
The woman laughed softly, this time it was genuine, her head cocked to the side to ‘look’ upon the man and again she laughed. ”After breakfast, may we go to the Mathias?” It was then Faye realized that the new mask allowed her to see more vibrantly, colors and hues were stronger. The ability to read and see auras remained, and more..It was then Faye realized what Nathicus was wearing, and so she giggled, her finger plucking at the ‘strap’ upon his shoulder.
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Post by Icor on Dec 26, 2007 18:32:52 GMT -4
Nathicus’s gaze tossed with mildly visible embarrassment, and he clung to Faye’s side long enough to lift her to her feet; she was light and elegant enough to raise herself, however, which made him feel even more out of place trying to help her up. He felt for a moment as if he were getting in her way, but the reassuring squeeze on his fingers shifted him back into normality.
Her honest laughter made the opacity of the mask vanish from his mind, and again he felt like there was health in her. He tugged on the sheet a few times that was binding him, and he was thankful that it wasn’t transparent.
“We can, definitely – there’s more to eat on the way, too”, he replied, trying to avoid the situation with his clothes. When she made a pointed gesture to the fabric over his shoulder, he sighed and laughed at himself, looking down at his own toes.
“oh, this -...”, he said with a pause, “I think a nymph or something took my gear while I was sleeping.” Again, he was hesitant to get into details, but he felt in a relieved, casual mood (maybe it was the morning air). “As in, every shred of fabric. I hate the idea of missing breakfast with you, but I might have to start a little investigation to get my clothes back.”
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 27, 2007 0:38:14 GMT -4
Faye felt something tugging upon her mind’s strings, as well as her hearts, and to say it was love, well, that would just be foolish. No, it was not that, but it was something about the man that drew her near to him. How she wanted to just curl up into a ball, rest within his embrace, pull the mask from her face and tell him what, and who she truly was. Alas, she could not, and so she repeated Faye, do not be a fool over in her mind, wondering what cruel fate Nymiane had in store for not only Faye, but also Nathicus. For she knew, she was not the only pawn in play.
A puff of air seeped from Faye, and as the sound of the fabric growing taut entered her ears, she giggled. She lifted her hand toward the fabric, plucking at it gently, and then gave it a light pat. Faye tilted her head to the side as the man attempted to explain himself, she squinted her eyes, raising a hand to [what would be her mouth], and giggled. ”A nymph, perhaps, or an impish woman, mayhaps.” Faye let her head sway to the side, her ‘vision’ spotting several on looking women. It was quite possible that nymphs were involved, she could feel magic surging from all corner’s of the building, and beyond. Through the floorboards seeped a magical mist, to the normal eye, it felt like warm, humid air, and to Faye it was more of a visible fog, living, dancing, breathing, and eating.
”Aw, well, as much as it would sadden me, I really don’t want you to catch cold. Nor would I want these, nymphs to drive you mad.” The woman laughed softly, gently brushing past the man.
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Post by Icor on Dec 27, 2007 2:06:42 GMT -4
The bed sheeted Nathicus stood there with his shoulders sagging a little, a long grin on his face. His improvised toga was perhaps more modest than some past dwellers cared to attempt, but it was certain that it was less modest than most. He thought about the sheet and shook his head at himself. With a nights rest on his shoulders, he felt a little more sober than he did the night before: Faye’s mysterious beauty, the creeping magic, conflicts in his mind about his daughter... reading bedtime stories about enchanted, forested lands with natural irrigation systems. He glanced at the women that were gathering around them at their doorframes, involuntarily following the eyes of Faye which he only thought he could look in to.
There was another air about the place, and it filled Nathicus’s lungs and mind. A cold energy slipped through every grain of wood, through every piece of glass, and through every creeping leaf. It was a seductive thing, recycled through the climactic emotional bliss of every traveler that had passed through there. Science could not begin to explain how mages tied their minds to the moons and their empowering light, or how anyone did for that matter. It ran through everyone differently depending on their moods, their feelings, where they were, and most scarily, what others might want to do to them. Nathicus stood for a while in pause pondering this, even after Faye had brushed around him to move on. He did not doubt his initial feelings about her from the previous night, but he did wonder if perhaps that place had always felt that way ... or if it was something specific to him. Secretly, he considered the possibility that Faye felt the same way he did. He blinked and tugged the ‘toga’ up a little, turning to face Faye.
“I can’t believe I didn’t wake up ... I must have slept more soundly than I thought”, he said after Faye, “but don’t wait up for me though, eat, eat. You must be hungry.”
Nathicus started down the hallway briskly, but then caught himself on his tip-toe, spinning back around to Faye yet again. “Wait, wait... where should we meet? When?”
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