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Post by Nymiane on Dec 27, 2007 14:47:57 GMT -4
Nymiane chuckled again, and then a shrill burst of laughter emitted. She casually propped herself against a stone pillar, her spindly fingers caressed the air before her, and as she did the wind seemed to moan in response. "Poor girl, you are bound by my strings, my web of chaos" She chuckled again, then slipped into the darkness of the Wasteland.
Faye was only a few strides away from Nathicus when his voice called out to her. She smiled softly, her head turning only slightly to regard him. Soft laughter dribbled from her lips, and as she responded, her vocals even dripped with laughter, genuine happiness, and contentment. All of which she hoped would soon fill Nathicus' mind. She wished he would be at ease. "Don't you worry about that. I will find you. When you solve your mystery, go outside, don't wait for me. I will find you, that I can promise."
Faye turned her head so it was now facing forward, and then her feet began to tread upon the warm floorboards. The shoes made but little sound as she floated down the hallway.
I feel at ease here, this is a haven, is it not? Then why do I still feel like running. The Goddess pulls upon the strings of fate, yet does she know my heart? What shall I do..
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Post by Icor on Dec 28, 2007 0:10:34 GMT -4
Nathicus waved his hand and was grinning. Faye’s laughter did ease his mind, so he turned again with her assurance that he’d be found and made his way into the mist of the hallway.
When Faye was no longer close enough for him to feel her gaze, his mood seemed to funnel down into what was more natural for him. His industrial mannerisms lead him from point to point as he pried his questions on the knowledge of the locals and even some of the grounds keepers. It might have been ordinary for a young man like himself to act differently around an appealing, mysterious woman; perhaps he needed more time to evaluate himself, not Faye.
The blood in his nerves didn’t rush so rapidly now, despite the fact that he was striding from one end of the complex to the other, weaving through small secret passages on a wild chase for what was stolen from him. When he had finally found his things, he made his way to the entrance way of the building, trying to calm his anxious muscles down by sitting near the spring that was beside the doorway. He had quite a story now, and was happy he had Faye to discuss it with. He made himself easy to find, but it wasn’t intentional; the convenience of the spring being so close to the door was coincidental.
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 28, 2007 13:36:34 GMT -4
The woman casually made her way through the hallways, as if she had lived there all along. All of her inquisitions of the building’s floor plan now disappeared, she could feel the airflow from every crevice, and every pore that the walls and ceilings had. When Faye came to the dining area there were many women standing, or sitting, chatting the minutes away, there was a long table filled with dumplings, tortes, sweets, meats and more. The very thought, the very smell made Faye’s stomach growl. Therefore, she made her way toward the table, grabbed a plate, and began to load it with food, and then when she was done she proceeded to march toward her room. Most of the women found it odd that she did not stay and discourse, but they shrugged it off.
It did not take long for Faye to finish the food, for she was quite ravenous after her travels, she almost forgot what proper food tasted like. Aside from the berries, she would eat along the way, and perhaps the occasional rabbit or two. Faye pushed her plate aside and gazed down upon the mask. A frown drew her lips into a pout, and fingers gently ran along the cheeks of it. What a life this is.. she thought to herself, and then placed the mask upon her face. With little effort, she rose to her feet and advanced toward the building’s exit. When she reached her destination, she pushed the door open lightly, and instantly felt the rush of the cool air upon her skin. ”Hm, didn’t get that far, did you?” She smiled softly and turned to regard Nathicus, who seemed to just be staring off into the distance, lost in his own sea of thoughts.
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Post by Icor on Dec 29, 2007 19:22:39 GMT -4
Nathicus shook his hands dry over the water and stood up from his kneeling position at the tiny beach of the spring. He smiled at Faye as he dried his mouth with the back of his wrist and walked up to her. The fog of the outdoors was virtually gone, and the colors of the sun were filtered by a constant canopy of leaves. The forest had a definite ceiling, and spots of light caressed the forest floor as breeze tossed the branches.
“Oh, hello Faye! I was going to run away without you, but I was too thirsty”, he teased, “you caught me just in time”. There were a couple guards nearby, but they seemed too still and too focused to care what either Nathicus or Faye were interested in saying. The road leading up to the door was well beaten, but empty of travelers. Smiling, Nathi’ observed the mask again; its visage did not make his smile go away, and he absently loosened the straps over his shoulders keeping his sword’s sheath steady on his back just long enough to make it comfortable again.
“Did you eat well?.”
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 30, 2007 0:23:25 GMT -4
From behind the mask she could see the outline of Nathicus’ form, and how it was swaying casually, his frame now at ease. The sun added warm hues around the edges of him, it gave him a sort of divine glow, and as the sun was absorbed into his flesh as well as into the clothing, the warmth seemed to dim. She seemed to study him for a moment or two, drinking in his aura, his scent, and the sound of his movements. “Oh, don’t think you can out run the blind..” She teased in return, and went beyond just words, for she played tricks with her vocals. The words wrapped around his figure in a warm embrace, eventually finding places to tickle.
”Mm, I ate well indeed. I almost forgot what real food tastes like..” She chuckled softly and began to walk, her hand motioning for Nathicus to follow along. ”And did you find your clothes, or at least find and persecute the beings who stole them?” She mocked what seemed to be a stern tone.
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Post by Icor on Dec 30, 2007 0:43:51 GMT -4
To try to dumb down his smile, Nathicus rubbed his upper lip with the joint on his thumb, shaking his shoulders as she retorted his jesting. He was not educated in spoken spells, so he did not allow his mind to trick itself with the possibilities or powers of Faye’s voice; except, he did have the thought that something about her sound was influencing a response in far more than just the nerves of his ears. His toes curled in his boots as if a chill were in his neck, and he shook it off as well, letting out a morning sigh.
With Faye’s beckon, Nathicus turned and began to stroll. “I haven’t eaten yet, but I’ll get some things as we go”, he noted offhandedly. When Faye’s question provoked the brewing tale in Nathicus’s mind, his ebony eyes sparkled and he laughed.
“Oh, both? I ran back and forth across the grounds seven or eight times I imagine chasing, of all things, a faerie scientist! She had a fascination with, and I quote her own words, ‘cultural rarities and eccentricities of foreigners and things’.” Nathicus held up his finger, his eyes fixing on the path as he engrossed his voice into the story: “At which point ...! Her assistant muttered ever so slyly an amendment to the things the scientist was fascinated in, such as stripping strange men down while they sleep and putting to use faerie-made drugs. Blushing and furious, the scientist bonked her assistant on the head and asked me to leave.”
The building was out of sight now, but it was still very close; the woodlands aside the path were thick, and the path was winding.
“However, I do not hold it against her; I learned before I had left her wing that it was the only place for several days in any direction that they tolerated things such as studying drugged, naked, sleeping foreigners and all their ‘eccentricities’. I suppose there is a profession for everyone, regardless of their size.”
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Post by Nymiane on Dec 31, 2007 14:53:38 GMT -4
”Mm..” Was all that Faye responded with as he explained he had not eaten yet. She could not help but laugh as her mind wandered. His search for his clothes and the thieves was that extensive? Faye laughed again and then turned to regard him, as he explained the situation further.
Faye’s eyes twitched as she listened to the man go on. Faeries? Oh, she did not doubt this, most faeries were very sneaky, inquisitive and at times thieves. She knew this all too well. At first her snickering at his words came across as disbelief, as if she were mocking him, and then it flowed a bit more freely and turned into a soft chorus of laughter. Then she made it clear that she was indeed listening to him speak, and she did believe him.
”Oh, you are lucky she didn’t acquire you” Faye laughed and waved at hand to dismiss her own words.”And they gave you naught for you troubles. Tsk, tsk. They make horrible hostess’.
The woods was now growing warmer, and Faye felt the difference upon her skin. She felt the air was full of life, pulling at her limbs, whispering in her ears. The moisture in the air was displayed in front of her, she saw what none other could see, for she could see the moisture in actual drops, as if she could reach out and cup them.
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Post by Icor on Jan 2, 2008 17:19:13 GMT -4
A sigh passed through Nathicus’s lips, and he shrugged his shoulders. “It was an educational experience, at least. Even when tending to the forest, I rarely meet a faerie”, he said.
The forest road was now theirs. The trees acted as a constant archway, and it felt like traveling down an endless tunnel as the path straightened out, the horizon before them shrouded in a light blue fog that was lingering from the morning. The birds were waking up, and a plethora of other critters were making sounds among themselves, hushing only when he and Faye drew closer.
The trees were wiry and crooked, but not eerie or lacking in leaves. Nathicus felt like he was home again, and would occasionally walk a little faster to get ahead of Faye just long enough to peek around the side of a tree before returning to her side. It made him seem giddy and curious, like a cat wandering around its own abode looking for things it had already seen.
“I suppose I ought ‘keep my eye out for faeries in the future should another have any intention of robb - ...”, and his voice trailed off as he looked through the foliage again, “... so sorry, robbing me; I’m also keeping my eye out for a bluish stalk of leaves that grows out of the ground, its about as tall as our knees.”
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Post by Nymiane on Jan 4, 2008 12:19:17 GMT -4
Faye quirked a brow and lifted a closed fist to her chin, her thumb casually stroked the skin there as she pondered. Then she began to speak aloud, ”Mayhaps your aura frightens them..” She muttered quietly, but loud enough for Nathicus to hear, and because of this she stopped herself short. Crimson entered her cheeks and she bowed her head. ”Forgive me, that was too bold..” Faye’s head remained bowed until she heard his voice once more.
As Nathicus’ pace changed she contained a giggle, watching his colors blend in with the forests background. When he began to draw near once again, she looked off into the distance, a gentle breeze brushed up against the side of her face, sweeping her locks of ebon into her face.
The forest around her was alive, indeed, but to her it was living, breathing, a being. A being that could speak, but only to those who truly wished to listen, and had the patience. So many were blind, deaf, mute, and untouchable by such an experience. Faye sighed softly and again the wind brushed up against her, tickling her exposed skin in greeting.
”Oh? And why is this?” Faye inquired.
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