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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:09:30 GMT -4
This was an RP I had going on at "The Sacred" our sister site, sadly my RP partner went inactive and we never finished it.. But here it is. Me of course I'm Olyania Oakwood-Aka Ania. Ania is a half-elf. Domromoth is of course my rp partner, he was a drow. Also, please do not steal these characters, these are OURS.. if you wish to have them in your own story.. please ask me about it first. If you wish to have Domromoth in it, well I'd have to contact that person. ~~ Woohoo.. I forgot I had saved this on a disc! This is an RP I had with Icor! When we actually had a 'sister site' and when I was actually speaking to the owner of the sister site. Anyhoo, here it is. Note: Also, this will be an example roleplay, so it will be on top. If you are wondering what style I expect of you and LENGTH (just kidding.) This will just be a tutor for all to read and enjoy. Because you *will* enjoy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- It had been a long time since Ania had been to this realm and she didn't regret it in the least bit, it was in fact needed. She had changed a great deal, not only in looks, but her personality. Instead of being a push over, she had earned respect in most parts she had visited, women now dared not to speak a word against her, nor did men dare to raise a hand to her. She had made quite a living for herself, she was poor no longer, nor were her feelings always worn upon her sleeves, her past no longer haunted, but formed who she was and helped her along. Ania still had her long dark hair, she had disposed of her rags and much of any dress that had class, instead she stuck to black leather, from head to toe and her black hair was pulled back out of her face and tied in a tidy knot. Daggers, as always, hidden well in varius places. The look upon her face was different, she had a smirk upon her lips as she gazed about the lands, the way she held herself, with confidence, everything was different. Time away from the realm was needed greatly, perhaps she would meet new friends and foes, the idea of meeting new people wasn't on the top of her lists, she still held a grudge to the women that put her down, but she could easily silence them with her blades, nor would she hesitate to do so. Ania was in no means evil, nor cold hearted, she was neutral and would defend whatever side, with out actually being on one. As the light shone down upon her face, it seemed to glow brightly, with a almost heavenly glow. Ania began to walk through a field, her steps quick and long. A soft hum was heard from her and it seemed to ring through the still air. Her crystal blue eyes shone brightly, twinkling as they always did, never losing their life, never losing their captivating light.. When she came to a fallen tree she sat down upon it, taking her boots off rather quickly, emptying the contents, which consisted of pebbles and such. A long sigh of relief flowed over Ania's dark full lips as she began to massage her feet with much care, grunting here and there. Winces were given here and there as she hit tender spots. Her crystal eyes glanced about, taking in the scenery. She began to chew upon the inside of her cheek, growing bored rather quickly and when she finished rubbing her feet she stood to them, pulling a random dagger from her tight leather top. The smirk only seemed to grow as she clenched onto the hilt of the dagger. Her eyes flowed over the workmanship of the blade before it was tossed into the center of a tree. "Dead on!" A loud, but gentle voice called out, ringing through the still crisp air. She held out her hand, palm facing the sky, the dagger slowly appeared upon her hand as it vanished from the tree. "Beautiful, just beautiful.." She whispered to herself and grinned, slipping the dagger back into her leather top, carefully. Ania slowly bent down and slipped her boots back on. She had learned better english as well, she had grown up, no longer the frightened little girl. Indeed it was only a year, but she had learned a lot.. She was now wiser, as well as more experienced, she was of twenty five now and quite ready to take on anything that was thrown her way..
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:11:03 GMT -4
Dom opens his eyes slowly. The sounds of bird calls filled the air outside his hut; beams of soothing, warm light passed through the sticks creating the small house. The light would reflect from his green eyes and sparkle in the pools as he shifted about slightly. The sound of workers outside also filled the air. Campfires crackled, druidish priests chanted to the wind songs of praise, and of glory. Dom was used to sleeping in… it was a habit that needed to be broken, for now that hehad made his way into the halls of Druidhood, there would be little breaks for him.
He slowly, and carefully pulls himself out of the hammock. With a few grunts, he slides his garments on, and heads out the door into the tree-wrapped glade of beautiful green grass. It was Greenwolk, a hidden forest town, small, and peaceful indeed. A temple made entirely of oak lay in the distance, not far from Dom’s home, and the other way was the trail out of the woods.
It was high time for him to get something to do. After stretching luxuriously, muttering something to himself, and wandering about a bit, having quick chats with some of the nymphs, dryads, and elves, he started off to the temple to find some work to do, although he had a hunch all the chores would be taken already. The woodland elves there hardly ever slept, and that irritated him slightly. His long white hair flowed freely behind him as he moved. His beard was in need of a shave, but he found that his neat apparel wasn’t all that important anymore.
To his surprise, he was able to get a job; however, it involved punishment for his slacking. He was to retrieve an herb from the plains… it was a shame. He was just beginning to grow used to the warm embrace of the forest. He realized soon after that the yearnings for the trees would deal some damage to him mentally. “Twas the cost of being a Druid”, he thought. At that, he began to head down the trail with things he needed, such as instructions, baskets, and food. It would take him merely a few days to make it there and back.
“I have nothing to worry about…” He mutters to himself, looking a little dishonest. He knew in his heart he would have some trouble. He was merely cheering himself up. Little did he know, the herbs lay in the same field Ania resided in at the time being.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:11:54 GMT -4
Ania began on her way through the realm, her strides were swift and long, it almost seemed as if she were running through the field, her footsteps were unusually silent even for an elf, she had learned these ways were much more wiser on her travels and it had helped her much in times of danger. Not only did she learn this, but also she learned the ways of dark and light magic. As Ania continued to travel she felt wetness begin to accumulate upon her body and the sky darkened as onyx clouds rolled in. Thunder boomed and lightning crackled in the distance, she neither quickened nor slowed her pace, she remained calm.
A soft pat was given to her side, Ania felt her gold pouch, it was bulging and it clanked and jingled as she gave it a pat, her eyes shimmered brightly, she was truly happy now, even if she was alone. Perhaps Ania preferred it to be so, it seemed the last time she remotely came close to a man, she some how managed to mess that up and that was when she fled, mayhap she grew a fear of closeness with men. Surely her past didn’t help at all, but after all the past IS the past, right?… Ania shuddered at her own thoughts, cringing slightly she pushed them to the furthest corner of her mind. How could she do that to herself? Not again, she had come so far, fought so hard to keep her thoughts straight, to keep her emotions in order. No, not in anyway would she let a man interfere with her, no, she would not cause her to another or herself.
The rain began to pour and the winds howled, it wouldn't be long before the storm was over, it was only a minor one. Ania loved storms, she loved the rain, and it just seemed to cleanse everything, renew everything. She became quite drenched from the rain; it was a heavy down pour. Ania began to think that perhaps being alone wasn’t the best idea, for it gave her time to consider her thoughts to herself. For Ania to do this it would cause her to think she had failed everything, she began to wonder if she had done the right thing by returning to this realm, perhaps this was the cause to all her problems? Despite Ania’s troubling moments, her expression upon her face went unchanged as did the way she carried herself, in no means would one be able to read her like a book, that is, unless they could read minds and that talent was quite rare.
The sun began to shine through the clouds once more, peering only through a certain hole in them. The rays almost look god-sent and they seemed to shine upon Ania. A faint smile came to her lips as she felt the warmth upon her, a little longer and she would surely be dry once more..
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:12:25 GMT -4
Marching quietly through the forest, Dom’s silence was soon disturbed by the crack of thunder, and the down pour of rain. He rolled his eyes slightly, feeling his white hair form a slide for the rain ton run down his back upon. Water collected in her bushy eyebrows, and dripped from his eyelashes. He would obviously be hoping the rain would die before he came into the field… it would be a more heavy rain there, where the branches and tree were not there to shroud him from the cold water. His green eyes fall drab without light, and the tissue of his irises begin to show their true color here and there: the glowing pink of his kind.
He wasn’t fond of thunder either. All his life he seemed to fear it somehow, but it was not as strong a feeling anymore. His new class enhanced him mentally, in so possibly helping him over come fears. At this time, yet, that was not true at all. The quivering of his chin was hidden by his overgrown beard and his pulled in upper lip shrouded by his curling moustache. He kept his belongings safe under his gray tunic.
The forest began to thin, and the trail began to part off. The field came into Dom’s view, it was very close. However, the rain hid, and impaired his vision slightly, so it was hard to navigate this part he didn’t know so well. That along made him uneasy. “At least I know what I’m looking for…” he thought to himself as he pondered the positive things of his mission status… however, soon the down points began to run through his head, “Yet… I do not suppose there will be anyone in such a plain to help me”. Dom keeps his stature high and proud looking as he always has, his posture well managed, and his chin held high though. He walks briskly, and refocuses his mind on what needs to be done.
Upon entering the field, signs of his yearnings for the woodland begin to show in his mind. It’s almost like a homesickness that actually make you sick, and it builds slowly; He had little time to find this herb before his mind would start to play illusions and tricks on him. He was now apparent to any who wander that same plain…however, his sight was not so keen in the open as would be another’s.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:13:01 GMT -4
Ania's ice blue gaze was shifted towards a great weeping willow tree, she was rather fond of this sort of tree, for what reason she had no idea, but something about them drew her near to them. Ania took slow long strides towards the tree, completely oblivious to Dom, who would have been quite obvious to her if she had been paying attention. When she stopped inches away from the tree, she placed her forhead against it, feeling the coolness of the dampened bark upon her soft skin. Ania shivered slightly as a few rain droplets fell upon her, she was already soaked as it was and it began to settle to her bones. She closed her eyes, which in her part was a stupid move, for it left her rather vulnerable on the other hand she did have a rather keen sense of hearing.
The wind began to blow somewhat more gently and the bows of the tree bent slightly, causing the leaves of the willow to caresses her back gently, for a moment Ania thought it was someone else, she jolted and soon after she realized it was merely the branches and its leaves. "Don't be silly Ania..A man touching you? How foolish can you be?.." Her voice was soft and most likely taken away by the wind, yet it almost seemed to ring in the air once more. Ania slowly lowered herself to the ground, sitting upon a dry patch of moss, it was rather comforting to her and gave her time to think about a new job. What would she do now? She had a few, a bodyguard, a maiden and several others to maintain her pouch of gold. "Whatever will you do now?.." She muttered, propping her elbow upon her knee and resting her chin upon her palm.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:13:45 GMT -4
Dom walked about for a long while. He knew what he was looking for, and didn’t at all expect to run into another being, however, perhaps he would, in time. The rain continued to drench him. There didn’t seem to be any trees nearby in the field… its blankness worried him; If he would have to return to the forest to restore his train of thought, his task would be much more difficult than he had planed. The falling rain only helped him hallucinate, and it started “pre-maturely” when his eyes caught sigh of a single willow, amongst a few other trees, off to his left… or so he thought it was a hallucination. He lowered his expectations greatly. It was an odd sight to him, but of course it would be all worth his while to visit, for if were a real thing, his mind might be cleared by the green of the odd tree, and maybe still, (To his better luck), he may even find the herb he was searching for; Of course, this as all in his best wishes.
With little hesitation, he paced over to the tree. However, he approached from the opposite side of where Ania had been sitting. He soon found the tree to be quite real, and was overjoyed by it presence, for he instantly felt the peace of mind, and warmth of the forest return to his soul. “Gaia be praised…!” he bellows with relief, his voice deep, but heavily muffled by the pouring rain, “She has sent me blessing… I am thankful.”
With a quick, happy flop, he drops to his behind, his back against the tree, and his eyes closed with relaxation. He folds his arms behind his head to support it; A heavy, contented sigh flows over his lips. Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was nearby… why, he knew not - It seemed highly illogical that anyone else would be in the plain at such a time. His hair was plastered to his face, and his beard was dripping with water
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:17:00 GMT -4
Ania quickly slapped a delicate hand over her mouth before she let a quiet sneeze out. A dark brow arose as she placed her hand upon the dewed grass to rid her hand of her saliva. "pleasant.." She muttered, laughing coldly to herself. Ania wrapped her arms about her knees and pulled them closer to her chest, feeling the warmth up against the willow tree as well as her own warmth surging through her body. Her eyes closed once more, letting her body completely relaxed once again and as soon as a swift wind swept by her eyes flicked open once and again she jumped to her feet. She was alert, perhaps too alert for her own good, she needed the rest greatly, and she had been on this journey for a long time now. "Be calm Ania, you dolt, it's just the wind."
As another great wind swept through the field she shivered, something felt different and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Ania jolted again and gripped onto the hilt of the dagger, nearly falling back upon her bottom as she heard the booming voice, she clung to the tree and slowly peered over the side, narrowing her eyes slightly. A curious brow arose as she examined what she could of this man, her eyes flowed over his form from what she could see, examining it rather critically. A soft breath of air ran over her lips as she gazed down upon the form. She waited for a few moments and spoke when the time seamed appropriate. "Who is this Gaia you speak of?" Her voice called out softly, it played it's normal tricks, she let her voice coil around his form in a warm blanket, tickling him slightly. "I would not go as far to say I am a blessing, Milord!" Ania's hair fell out of its knot and fell to her side, nearly brushing up against Dom. Her lips curled into a half smile half smirk as her ice blue eyes gazed down at him, awaiting his response to her presence.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:17:31 GMT -4
Dom sat still as the woman spoke. He either didn’t care if she was there, or he was petrified with fear. His eyelids slowly part from his blank, olive green pools, only slightly as he turns to look up at whoever was beside him. His nose bumps against the braid as he turns, which makes him jerk. His fear filled eyes grow suddenly curious as he sees it was a woman there, and his brow dipped inward. He was obviously astonished by her presence… that could be heard in his obscure stuttering. “ah, er, umm… I - I… You…” he blathers, aimlessly, “You… oh…”. He suddenly got the impression that the woman meant no harm, or trouble by her odd gaze; this seemed to calm him slightly and grant him the focus he needed to answer her questions reasonably.
“Oh… aye, milady.” He finally replies, after a few moments of odd eye-to-eye contact, “…Gaia is the Priestess of Nature, milady… She is the goddess and guardian of the Glade I live in”. He spoke his words slowly, still not knowing quite what to say. The woman’s questions were all that really compelled him to speak at all.
Still with the blank stare, and confused expression on his dark face, Dom turns his eyes for a moment to look upon the Willow tree. “This tree has aided me greatly…” he continues, speaking loudly to drown out the rain, “Tis a blessing… without it, I may have gone a bit insane in this place”. The rain continues to pour, but the thunder was the least of Dom’s worries now.
It would be a lie to say Dom didn’t see beauty in the woman. It had been some time since he had seen a woman as tall as he. All the woodland elves were about two feet high, or less. Perhaps this was a second reason to his speechlessness; Twas a good reason indeed. However, other than his voice jittering, this was not apparent.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:18:30 GMT -4
Ania's glacial blue eyes widened some as she noted the fear in his eyes; it had been a long while since she had seen such fear and it made her shudder. Ania quickly regained her composure and softly cleared her throat after words. Amusements danced in her eyes as she listened to the man speak, she found it almost cute how he stuttered and held her laughter in. Ania responded after a few moments, somewhat confused. “ I see. Where is that?” She asked rather plainly, perhaps she didn't care much if he didn't wish to speak. Ania needed anything to keep her mind off of her own troubling thoughts.
Soon after Ania lowered herself to sit a safe distance away from Dom, her hand near the hilt of her dagger, confirming she was no easy prey. Her eyes stayed fixed upon Dom's figure, furthering her examination of him, not truly caring if it appeared rude. She was merely sizing him up, if indeed he did mean harm to her, she must know how quick he would be and how strong. Ania must have appeared paranoid if not a threat to him, she did her best to relax but once again she was not allowed to, she must be alert.
As another wind passed by, Ania’s hair danced about wildly, flickering across her face, never breaking her intense gaze upon Dom. Her lips parted as she slowly and softly began to speak once again, her words flowing over her lips as water would and as always, her words played tricks upon the one she was speaking to. “ Would you mind me asking what your name is? I wish not to intrude..” She murmured the last bit, quite curious as to whom this stranger was, once curiosity struck her, it was hard to back away from it. A heavy sigh heaved over Ania’s lips before she pursed them, her eyes never strayed from his frame and a few moments later laughter came from her, she shook her head and rolled her glacial blue eyes, wondering how this stranger could be putting up with her.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:18:59 GMT -4
It wasn’t often Dom talked to someone like the woman before him as he sat still. He was beginning to feel more at comfort there snug against the tree. He felt so much warmth near the woods, even if it were one plant. He didn’t pay much attention to physical detail; it wasn’t an important mater really. His profession was based around the mind, and merely so. As she gazed upon his form, measuring him up and determining how his muscles moved and so forth, he was doing likely by listening to her voice, breathing, and watching how she looked at things, and reacted to the surroundings (Such as the wind). As more questions passed from her lips, it made him a little freer to speak. He liked a chat every now and then, especially with one such as her, because of its rare occurrence.
“Greenwolk is west of here.” He replies in his low, booming voice, holding a hand out to his left. He spoke more calmly now, and the jaggedness in his talk seemed to vanish fully. He must have been facing north at the time. “Greenwolk is the name of the Glade that is… ahem.” he continues straightly, trying to stay focused. His mind was obviously still a bit impaired, but by the loss of the trees now? No. It was the woman’s presence that stirred his thought. He was fine with the tree he rested by.
His own hair beats in the gust. He would only take a peek at her every so often, and when so, the glance was merely for a second. This was out of either nervousness, or of fear, or even both. The sight of her fingers coiled around the dagger’s hilt was enough to get him to lower his voice to a less threatening tone, just to stay out of harm’s way. “My name is…” …He pauses, not knowing quite what to say. She appeared to be an elf, and didn’t know quite what to tell her. Staying out of harm’s way was a bit hard for him outside the Glade. He knew that there were still assassins roaming the land, betting money for his head. He continues: “My name is Sire Anton, Apprentice Druid of Greenwolk. It is an honor to meet you… miss?” He was implying that a name be given by his questioning tone of voice, and slight up roll of his eyes, affixing his olive green pools upon her form. Dom figured such a lie would keep him from either death, or trouble at least… however, his questioning face was also marked with a hint of hope that she didn’t recognize him… the way she glared at him suddenly gave him the feeling that she did; It made him bite his lower lip with slight regret.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:19:32 GMT -4
Ania slowly leaned forward, placing her elbows upon the damp ground, she wasn't worried about the wetness in the least bit, for she was already soaked to the bone, what harm was more water going to do to her? Ania blew a strand of hair from her face and continued to look upon Dom, her eyes filled with question as well as curiosity. It had been a while since she had come in contact with another, to be precise it had been two whole months, she almost forgot what the sound of a voice other than her own sounded like as well as touch.. Something that had not occurred for far too long. Ania shook her head and shivered again, perhaps from the cold, but also her thoughts. " I-I see.." Her voice sounded as usual, but she struggled to get the words to flow over her lips, her troubles were slowly coming back to her, why now? It was true; you cannot run from your troubles.. Ania swallowed rather hard, clearing her throat of a lump, which had accumulated as she thought on, and listened to the stranger speak.
As the gusts continued her hair also continued its wild fire dance upon her face, it often caressed her body, her eyes shifted to and fro always returning her gaze back to him. "Olyania..Olyania Oakwood.." Her tongue fiddled with the inside of her mouth before she bit the side of her cheek, she began a search in his eyes, noting the nervousness upon his face, she did nothing to stop this, she felt at least some power coming from this, yet it saddened her also, everyone seemed to fear her, yet if she returned to the being she use to be, would she not be walked upon?...Why must these thoughts come to haunt her?!
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:20:32 GMT -4
Dom nods and plays a warm smile at his darkly tinted lips. He was relived to see her react with something other than aggression, and it settled in his mind that she was quite safe a person to be by. Many thoughts ran though his head. He felt freer to rest his gaze upon her for longer periods of time than before, even though his dull, teal-ish irises would still shift from here to there from time to time, still stricken with paranoia. His long white hair seems to flow in the wind as if dry as ever, whipping and spiraling around his head and shoulders without care for neatness, or a good appearance. The hair also shown quite lightly in the dim light of the sky and rain, sticking to his face as it curled.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lady Oakwood.” He replies, raising his voice high with a jolly burst, trying to rip the oddly sad feel away from the conversation, and perhaps strike the woman with a raised spirit; or, perhaps the booming ness of his tone would snap her from any thoughts she had at the moment. He didn’t see it clearly, but he felt an uneasy emotion somehow; perhaps it was in the odd expressions he kept catching from the woman, or even still, it might be his own doing, due to his naïve nervousness, and folly attempts to conjure courage. He kept telling himself in his head “She is fine… peer upon her, do not look away! She is not a threat! You are safe here!” …but, every time he did so, he found himself staring off into the bleak, gray clouds, or the drab, rain shrouded horizon.
Still, he was curious about her. His first impression on the woman, of course, was her beauty, above all else. Perhaps it was his shyness around women that was doing this too him, or even still, his desire to speak to one again. He had slight distrust of women, due to his lost wife, but that affection has done worn almost completely now; he much desired to speak with a woman again; however, he was not as foolish as to be too hasty about the matter (He still had the courage thing to deal with in his mind).
His fingers begin to twiddle with one another as he ponders, now looking for words to spew forth in his jabbering stupidity, which he knew it would be. He was not the kind of person to start a subject. In fact, he thought himself to be the worst for making conversation, but every single time, he seemed to manage somehow (To this day he knows not how he ends up yapping on about things). As a matter of fact, once a conversation started, he was able to work his words rather well.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:21:30 GMT -4
A soft smile played across her dark pink lips as she saw him smile, she still continued to think on about her troubles, her gaze met his several times and each time she seemed to search his eyes, for something, she had no idea what it was, but she kept searching, wondering what in heavens name she was doing. She soon grew paranoid and felt as if she looked rather foolish so Ania shifted her gaze away from Dom and randomly picked upon the blades of grass, forming a rather neat pile. Thick long strands of Ania’s hair fell into her face, masking it slightly, her cheeks did not redden, but she did feel quite embarrassed and paranoid at the moment. Her ice blue eyes pierced through her hair to set her intense gaze upon Dom again, she knew he must have been wondering why she kept gazing upon him, but truth be told she hadn’t the slightest idea either. Yes, he was quite attractive, his build and ruggedness, he most definitely could put up a rather good fight, yet he seemed to be gentle and soft spoken as well, quite a nice balance in her eyes.
The air grew silent and still once more, which left Ania to her thoughts and they seemed to echo in her mind, considering this was happening all before Dom, she remained rather calm, pushing the thoughts away. Relaxation was needed greatly, where would she find it? More importantly, When? Ania began to chew nervously upon her bottom lip and when Dom spoke she jolted and clenched the hilt of her dagger, her mind instantly upon nothing else but her blade. She gasped for breath and let go of the hilt almost instantly. “ I-I am sorry, I am usually not like this..not at all..” She sighed heavily and shifted her gaze again. “Tis a pleasure meeting you as well, Sir..” Ania didn’t stop to think before she began to speak again, she spoke in her usual gentle tone, it was pleasant to the ear, yet this time, no tricks were played upon him. “I..I have just returned to this realm, I have no been here for many months.. a year to be exact..It brings back memories..” All the while she spoke, Ania managed to keep her smile present, yet it was quite hard for her, she must stop herself from speaking so freely, to a stranger she had just met none the less! How foolish could she be? As Ania continued to eye him she raised a brow in question, she thought she had seen him somewhere along her travels, but she couldn’t quite place her finger upon it and it didn’t really matter at the moment anyhow.
As Ania’s eyes fell upon her blade, she began to think about her work with the blades, not only blades, but magic as well, to her advantage she was skilled in both areas, she truly had learned much on her travels. Ania had learned mostly everything from blades to plants to creatures to the weather she most likely knew it. Her eyes shone with her wisdom, it was always apparent she was a bright one, she was quick, not on physically, but mentally, she had a quick tongue and was not afraid to speak her mind, which was quite bold for a woman to do. Perhaps that was the best way to describe Ania’s personality, Bold, quite bold. A smirk formed upon her lips, her confidence shining through once more, she grew comfortable in Dom’s presence once more, his voice seemed to be too loud for her, it would take some time for her to grow accustomed to the booming voice of his. Ania began to lower herself further, laying upon her side, gazing off into the distance, counting some clouds here and there and also paying attention to the movements of the clouds and how fast they zipped on by. The sun shone brightly, yet weakly as well, just enough to warm the realm once again, just enough to dry the realm once more (as well as Ania.) Ania’s delicate slender fingers caressed her hair lightly, brushing it from her face, revealing her elven ears; yes she was indeed an elf, half elf to be precise. It wasn’t one of the characteristics she was proud of, but it was part of her and this was another reason she was often looked down upon. People always seemed to change their minds once they got to know her, or perhaps got acquainted by her blades or her magic.
Ania, the bold and mysterious, those were the words she would use to best describe herself. Mayhap it would sound conceited to another, but it was all too true, she was not afraid to speak her mind, yet when it came to opening up to others, she rather hear about someone else rather than speak of herself, whether it because she yearned to learn of others, or the fact she completely despised herself was unknown. Ania’s mind slowly slipped away from all else, she stared off into nowhere in particular, her mind blank, for once she was not thinking about anything and this she welcomed. Ania layed her head upon her upper arm as she gazed up at the sky, slowly allowing herself to slip into relaxation, her muscles began to ease up rather than their normal tense state, she must’ve had plenty of knots in her back from doing so for so long. This is what relaxing felt like? Ania rather enjoyed the feeling of relaxation and as the moments passed on she began to grow more and more relaxed, the sounds of the still field soothing her mind and the winds caressing her body with warmth. Ania shivered slightly, not from the cold, but for some random reason, she felt rather odd inside at the moment and couldn’t quite figure out just what it was, yet.. Perhaps in due time..
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:23:08 GMT -4
It pleased Dom to see her smile. Not only did he enjoy seeing the loveliness of the woman’s happiness show, but it also put him even more at ease about the whole stranger matter. As she kept peering into his deep green pools, his own gaze was more and more attracted to hers. It was odd, but he couldn’t quite figure out exactly why she kept staring at him, and by the time he had something to ask about it, their eyes had been locked upon one another for quite a bit of time; however, his urge to speak was once again impaired by almost everything: Surroundings, her, himself, and even perhaps his relaxation by the tree. In turn, he began to stutter once more, sounding just like a drunken dwarf - however, he managed to stop himself this time by breaking eye contact and gazing back out over the field as the sky cleared.
“Bah! Tis nothing.” he mutters, loud enough so she may hear - he wasn’t quite ready to work words yet. He sounded very frustrated, and in his own anger, found other words to say. Now that he heard her speak more, he felt an equal, or almost equal amount of freedom to speak just as she did.
“I-I’m sorry, milady… I don’t know what’s come over me…” he murmurs, sounding heavily embarrassed, and very nervous now - He kept his voice very soft now, for he saw how he startled her before (His plan seemed to backfire), “I’m not quite used to speaking with others… outside the Glade… thunder is another -.” He paused, and clamped his teeth over his lower lip. He began to chew upon it, and his cheeks started burning a crimson hue. “What am I doing?! Telling her your life’s story? Aye, she is gorgeous, but that is no reason to babble on!” he thought to himself. Now what would he do? Speak, or listen? Indeed, Dom has put himself into a pickle. His only hope now would be if she changed the subject to something a little friendlier, or something he could perhaps relate with (Other than his distant past).
The one upside to the whole thing was the fact that she was starting to feel a little freer about the matter. His cloak began to settle from its violent waving in the wind, to a few shifts here and there. His long white hair begins to settle as well, sliding onto his chest, or his back, almost by itself - He had to peel some of it away from his water beaded dark face. The only thing that didn’t find a home was his oddly glowing, green eyes; they kept their paranoid…(well, now it would be out of nervousness) …nervous, mind you, shifting.
As the sun made show, he began to feel more at home, and much more at ease. Rain wasn’t his favorite. The think, tall trees usually shrouded the rain almost entirely, which was very, VERY odd indeed. There would be leaks, like a roof with holes, and all he would have to do it side step around the constant falling stream. However in the field, there would be no avoiding getting wet. The wind blew enough to dry his garments a little - this he was thankful for, at least. Weather he should be thankful for company or not… well, this answer would be served in time.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:24:28 GMT -4
Ania began to grow even more curious about this man and why she had such a strange attraction to him, why was she acting like this? She was acting like a complete fool. With this thought racing through her mind, Ania looked away from him and glanced about the field herself. A radiant smile, but rare smile graced her face and sent a glowing look about her as she did so. The smile occurred when she heard him begin to stutter, she didn’t want to seem rude, so she held in her laughter, finding it somewhat charming, in some odd way. Ania had grown a tad bit, odd since the last time she was in the realm, her humor was not truly twisted, but somewhat along the lines of being so, perhaps her change wasn’t necessarily a good one. It seemed she grew rather cold each and every day, though she would never be evil, nor completely cold hearted…she was beginning to feel even more empty as the days went on and she had nothing to occupy herself with nothing to keep her mind off of her problems.
A hand was raised to bat away a fly that only caused her annoyance and as Dom’s words reached her keen ears she quirked a dark brow, turning her gaze back to him. This time her eyes were slightly narrowed and her brows dipped downwards. “Well, no reason to grow snippy with me..” She spoke in a rather snippy sharp tone herself. Ania, feeling rather offended sat up and gazed away once more, quickly standing to her feet to stretch. Her glacial blue eyes scanned the terrain, her lips a thin line at the moment.
When Dom spoke again, her ears twitched some and her eyes seemed to find their way back to his, her mouth opened and her expression went unchanged. Ania’s words almost poured out of her mouth, but she stopped herself rather quickly, for if the words did by chance escape her mouth, she would regret every single word spoken. A deep breath was taken and when Ania calmed herself some she spoke, like a civilized person would do. “ ‘Tis no problem..” Her voice was calm, smooth and flowed over her lips as if it were water. She quickly noted his nervousness and soon picked up on the fact he was embarrassed afterwards. “ I understand completely, I have not spoken to another being in two months if not mo-..” She stopped abruptly in mid sentence. Ania gave him quite a strange look, her nose slightly wrinkled up as he stopped, wondering why he did so and so abruptly at that, it made her feel rather uncomfortable as if he was hiding a great secret from her. Ania’s eyes continued to flow over him, wondering if she studied him more if it would jog her memory, for she knew she had seen him somewhere before, yet she couldn’t quite put her finger upon it. Ania let a long heavy sigh flow over her lips before she spoke again, knowing it would be best to change the subject and knowing in due time she would figure out who he was, she wondered if the name he had given her was indeed his real one at all, but she shoved the thoughts from her mind at the moment, those questions would come later. “What brings you here? To this field?..” She questioned, changing the subject slightly, her question was rather short and quite off of subject to be honest, but she knew he was uncomfortable and unnerved, though she hardly knew him, she thought it best to help calm him and for some odd reason she wanted to. Over the year she was gone, as said before, she wasn’t cold, but she wasn’t too friendly with the strangers she had come to pass over, she learned to not trust people easily and her trust wasn’t given away easily, it took quite some time before she would trust someone, but in the end it was all worth it I suppose.
Ania slowly lowered herself once more, making herself comfortable upon the damp ground; the wetness didn’t bother her, as she grew accustomed to it. One thought raced through her mind at the moment it was who this man was and why she was so drawn to him, the thought was often shoved away, yet it seemed to return over and over. It was most likely her curiosity that drew her to him, yet this man, whoever he may be had this aura about him, one Ania could simply not brush away as she did to so many before, she felt semi comfortable around him, perhaps he would make a good companion and friend, after all he was in shape from what she could see and he was most appealing to her, but she would have none of that, she would have no love in her life, no.. she would not be hurt, nor would she have another hurt. Ania’s cheeks reddened slightly and she gazed away from him as she continued to think on about this man that she had met on her journey back to this realm, back to her old home. She raised her hand to her mouth and began to chew upon the side of her thumb, it was a bad habit and she only did it when she was nervous. Her eyes seemed to grow distant, yet her face remained unchanged; she needed to distract herself from her thought of him, quickly. Love was her weakness, if she had one at all. Ania, several times nearly blurted absurd questions out, mainly about love, she wondered why she felt like this, she didn’t love him, and truly she didn’t, not yet. What if she grew to love this man? This man she knew nothing about, would he hurt her? Would she hurt him? So many questions unanswered, but all to be revealed in due time, Ania must have patience and she would, she would need to calm herself in these times, soothe herself with these thoughts that everything would be revealed in due time. The thought that worried her the most was herself she would have to tell him everything if she befriended him. Oh Ania and her worries, she would kill herself one day if she didn’t stop with her “What if’s” she constantly did this to herself, she needed to just relax one day, if that day would ever come was quite unknown..
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:26:47 GMT -4
Dom’s eyes rolled slightly, quivering a bit, due to the thick, humid air. Her gaze went unnoticed, of course, as his green eyes searched the field. A glimpse of the deep blue clouds could be seen reflecting from his softly glowing pools. His baggy clothing began to dry… he felt compelled to hide his reddened face with his hood, but he knew somehow that would only cause more discomfort in the situation. Instead he merely began to fiddle with the many belts and straps bend around his form, switching this way and that. His fingers all of a sudden felt shaky, and a chill ran down his spine, what from was unknown… most likely a simple nervous flinch. The single was indeed keeping his mind clear; he could focus almost perfectly, and was quite intact with his emotions, and even a few of hers as it shown on her face. He only glanced over now and then, his green eyes peering out from behind the long, dry, white locks of his somewhat messy hair, leaking o’er his face like a silk sheet.
As she spoke in the snippy tone, he only grew a bit more embarrassed. The thought of her taking him wrongly was in the least of his interest. It was high time for him to calm himself at that point, and relax a little. Her words strive him to do so, he didn’t want any form of quarrel at all. He smiles faintly, trying to dispel the subtle grief that had brewed. “I’m sorry, milady…” he begins, lowering his voice greatly, almost to a point where his words were like the rustling of the leaves in the whisping willow tree, “I meant no offence… I’m merely irritated by my lack of words”. He showed no expression of regret on his face for speaking so freely this time. He almost looked proud at having the courage to say such a thing, and it brought a glow to his dark-skinned face. He keeps his eyes on her for a short while before shifting them away once more. Perhaps h began to feel more comfortable; there was always a trial and error in a conversation (F before he got something right to fly from his unorganized lips (This was a seemingly constant thing for him… it didn’t happen the same way with every conversation, but most of the time it was.). This sudden peace of thought sparked a huge amount of relaxation in his heart. His feet had been pointed up, as if someone were working on his teeth with an iron dagger, and now his muscles have left his bones to rest still. The sweat stopped forming above his upper lip, and the glint of worry escaped his now radiant, olive green pools, along with their feistiness.
This subtle relaxation, he hoped, would be the start of a fond conversation, and perhaps even a friendship… though, he was no sues speaker, or fortune teller; He only had a hunch that the day would be looking up from there, but, no one really can tell. Life is full of mysteries, and, above all else, surprises.
Dom listened to her intently as she spoke. He loved hearing a voice other than that of an annoying nymph, or high pitched squawks of the dryad. In his long, pointy ears, her voice was soft and gentle; It brought to him a soothing feel; even if her words would ever be uncanny, or foul in some way, the sound of her speak was enough to calm him (Now that, of course, he has calmed himself.). He didn’t know how to respond exactly to her words, and when she stopped suddenly, he knew it was time to change the subject. He decided that he would apologize for his previous behavior… in face he was apologetic for his odd behavior before; he didn’t want her to go on thinking he was some sort of babbling old man. “I’m sorry for the way I have been acting…” he says, lifting his voice with light spirits, “As I was saying before… Thunder has an odd effect on my thought… I grow a bit nervous, just around it”. Perhaps he saw the anxious expression upon her face, or perhaps he just wanted to finish, making himself seem a bit more open about the whole matter. It was obvious that courage filled his heart. He watched her eyes change slightly as she gave him her gazing, light blue eye’s attention. His hand was currently resting upon the hilt of his long, sheathed sword (It was its natural resting grounds, besides his pocket.) …He thought it best the change its place, transferring his fingers to his pocket. As she continued to analyze him (seemingly), he started to grow a bit suspicious about her, and what she was thinking. It was a bit impossible at the time for him to feel fear… he just got himself out of that horrible fret, he was in no hurry to rush back in. Finding words to say, to possibly cheer the matter up a bit, and even change the subject, he spoke. “Is there something on my face, milady?” he asks, leaning over slightly, smiling faintly inside, and knowing there wasn’t actually anything there, “…a stray insect? A mole perhaps?” He spoke with a serious tone, but the words were far from serious. He couldn’t help but smiling in the flesh, even if the small curl of his lips were to be hidden by his slightly over-grown beard.
Alas, her question came first! So, of course, he was forced to answer. Strangely, the question sparked remembrance in his mind of what he set out to do n the first place, and it made him sit up slightly, widening his eyes. “Oh, dear…! I almost forgot…” he says, his voice high and slightly astonished, “…It is no matter. You see, I was set out to retrieve an herb for the high priest of my town… it’s the only way I can gain ranks: quests and errands” (Seeing that he didn’t fight much). Dom felt quite free to tell her about this; he wasn’t hiding any important secrets… in fact, there were more than some that spoke tales of the “Druids’ Quests”, mostly bards, and jesters. He didn’t bother continuing - he only lay his back against the willow once more, taking his time to relax, and perhaps let some of his clothing dry.
His status with her was much more bedded, and much less jittery. Even if she gave him an odd gaze, or an unexplainable (To him) expression, he was fine. The only small sense of shyness left in his heart would be her approval of him. His relaxation was a dead give away that his approved of her, in almost every way: Personality, appearance, the likes. Perhaps it was a little quick, yes, but he was indeed drawn to her. It was possible that such a feeling, and a quick gamble with trust because of quick decisions, would be a blunder, but at the same time, perhaps it was appropriate (In terms of vanquishing uneasiness.) Still, he was gambling with the deal, and he planned on watching his words, to make sure she didn’t find out how easy he felt around her… not yet anyway.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:33:35 GMT -4
A soft and silent sigh passed over her lips as she continued to gaze upon him, moments later her gaze shifting a few inches away from his face. Ania began to stare blankly, feeling the cool air whisper through her hair and tickle the back of her neck, she relaxed some, but not much. Her ears twitched as she heard the slight jingling and rustling of his belts and straps, her eyes shifted towards his seemingly strong hands. Ania’s head tilted to the side slightly, another sigh passing over her soft and now moist lips after she licked them. (Her lips tended to dry out often.) Ania’s hair whipped across her hair violently as a strong wind passed by, her nose popped out from behind the mask of the sea of raven locks. Her intense blue eyes keeping their gazed fixed upon Dom, breaking it only for a few moments. She wrinkled her nose up slightly and cocked her head to the other side, her eyes flowing over his form yet again, in the same fashion as the first. She must have looked like a child, seeing a creature it had never seen before, sizing it up and such, for it was very much like that. Ania had never seen a man quite like this, or perhaps she had before or perhaps that was just a silly dream of hers. Was he who she thought it was? Or was it simply a dream she had?
Ania bit her bottom lip rather hard, drawing some blood as she did so. She hadn’t meant to make him grow more uncomfortable or embarrassed and her regret was displayed upon her face, if indeed he could even see her through the sea of raven locks. It was odd really, her face could be either emotionless or filled with emotion and every mood, every thought could be read upon her face, at this moment it was half and half, only one emotion showed, regret and it shone brightly in her eyes, which if her face could not be seen, her eyes most definitely could be. As she noted his faint smile a weak smile curled from her lips, his voice reaching her keen, delicate ears. It took a short period of time for Ania to respond back to him, regretting her words far worse than Dom probably did his. “ It’s alright. I-I can have a short temper.. And for that I’m sorry, t’wasn’t polite in the least bit and I hardly know you..t’wasn’t polite at all..” She thought a moment after, it took a lot of mustering up her social skills that seemed to be non existent to get those words to flow over her lips. The more Ania saw him relax, the more comfortable she got, not quite nearing the brink of relaxing completely. She took a few steps backwards, breaking her gaze to glance about the field, her back pressed up against a tree and she slowly slid down to come to a sit. Ania and Dom were only five or so feet apart from each other. The trees acted as if they were twins, for their branches and limbs intertwined with each others, or perhaps they were lovers, that was a lovely thought for Ania at the time, but for what reason she wasn’t quite sure of.
Ania made herself quite comfortable under her own tree, her legs were crossed and she was slightly slumped over, listening and watching the creatures of the field go about their daily business. Her eyes shimmered brightly as a brilliant smile came to her face, her hair was now out of her face and tucked behind her ears quite neatly, Ania’s soft features standing out above all else. Soon after he delight in watching the creatures of the field go about, her gaze shifted towards Dom again, peering over at him intently, her eyes shimmering still. His voice made it’s way to her ears once again, her eyes slid shut for a moment and quickly reopened them, something about his voice made her relax so, why did he make her act so, odd? Ania quickly snapped herself out of the trance his voice seemed to put her in, did he know of the voice tricks? Or was it just his voice in general? She herself had used them upon him before, surely…. Rather than tearing herself to pieces in thought she quickly responded to him, smiling. “ It’s fine, honestly. I knew a few people with that problem and now that I know I will keep my patience with you when these storms occur.” She slowly ripped her gaze away from him, seeing him grow almost uncomfortable it seemed, she herself fiddled with the leather laces upon her pant leg, Ania felt an odd sensation in her stomach, wondering if it had been the berries she had eaten previously or what in heavens name it was and when Dom spoke again his voice traveled quickly to her ears, sending her cheeks a crimson red, she bothered not to hide it for it would be too obvious and why should she hide it? “No-No. S-Sorry..” She choked on her words, her eyes nearly bulging out of her head as she gasped for breath. Nervous? Ania? Why now? So many odd feelings she had not experienced in so long and yes, she had forgotten what they felt like, she was confused. Soft laughter passed over her lips, nervous laughter, her eyes focusing back upon him, in a shy manner this time, her old self shone through for a moments time. “No, No Sir…” Ania would have put a bit of wit, or charm into her words, but her tongue seemed to be twisted at the moment and her mind seemed to be lost in all of it’s thoughts as well as the emotions and feelings she was experiencing at the moment. Why must it be so confusing? Perhaps a priest could help her sort her problems out.
Ania nearly jumped out of her skin again, caught up in her thoughts once more. Dom’s voice boomed in her ears, she clenched her chest as well as the hilt of her dagger at her side. Her chest arose and fell quickly, she needed to brush up on her social skills badly, having not been in contact with another being for two months had put a damper on her skills. “ I-I see..” She paused nearly gasping for breath at this point, being sure not to make it quite obvious. “ Should you not get to your quest or errand? Seeing as you were set out to do so.. You don’t want to fail you’re mission..” She spoke again, hoping it didn’t sound like she wanted to be rid of him, she merely wanted him to complete his quest or errand.
The dagger by her side shifted some and clanked up against a stone, her hand slid from her chest and down to her lap as she relaxed some, her gaze still set upon him. She approved of him, but then again, who was she to look down on one? If anything, one shouldn’t approve of her and her ways. Ania let her muscles relax and in doing so she molded in with the moss, her body propped up against the tree in a most relaxing fashion and her hair sheltered her eyes from the beaming rays of the sun. Ania took in a deep breath and exhaled heavily, though she was relaxed she was not completely, she was still ready as anything to attack or defend if need be, but she knew that would most likely not happen, not with Dom anyhow. Still, Ania still wondered about this man and her feelings (the ones she had sorted) towards him and why she had them, it was a puzzle to her a puzzle that would be solved in due time with much patience and she had plenty of it (at times at least, this being one of those times.)
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:34:45 GMT -4
Dom began to wonder why she sighed so many times, but it didn’t strike his passion to learn the reason nearly enough to even get him to consider asking her directly, or even if something was troubling her.
A small leaf hung around his neck - as odd as it seemed, that just then came into view. He took it into his fingers and brought it to his lips. He whispered something in prayer, and his words were more soft and gentle than ever heard before that time - it was as if his voice changed. He spoke in drowish, however, so even if the air flowed like a soothing wind, the words were full of Zs, and Vs, making it sound choppy, and even a bit distorted at times. His eyes fell closed, and he dropped the leaf back to his chest, following which, he tucked it under his cloak. As he opened his eyes, their gaze seemed a little more focused, and his irises full of more detail, and color. As the sun grew brighter from behind the fading clouds, his eyes began to reflect its light brightly.
“Two apologies… Well, I suppose we are both at fault then - even though it seems like such a pointless thing, I grant you my forgiveness with pleasure.” He spoke suddenly, but his voice was still nestled by his spell (with the leaf ) and was very soft spoken. He showed a smile, nodding a little before his eyes shifted back to the wide, green fields as they started to hop and skip with life and activity. As the light poured down upon the word, shadows of the gray clouds rolled across the plains like gigantic, black sheets of silk being dragged from the very edge of the realm at one point by the Gods’ hands themselves. Such a sight brought not only relaxation to Dom, but also happiness. To see nature at its grandest was his greatest wish - It made him smile contently; He knew he was growing in the right profession. Dom always had a gift for caring for the wild… but I suppose that was a job for a ranger, not a Druid. None the less, he still had opinions, and ideals.
He was soon captivated by the sight of the bright green. His head felt very slightly to the side, and his jaw dropped just a little as he peered out over the field with an apparent glint of awe in his eyes. Her words reached his ears, and they too twitched with reaction to the lightness of her voice (Must be an elvish thing). The only thing putting him in awe besides the healthy appearance of the world before him was her; Almost everything about her, actually; he just chose not to show it, for he was fearful of what may come of it (In other words, shy in a way). Dom spoke in reply: “It is not you’re duty to deal with me if you find it irritating, or a pointless waste of your time… if I am an odd person outside my home… I suppose I must learn to correct myself, and learn how to deal with my problems”. His words were a bit flat in a sense, but his voice was still boomingly deep, and calm in style, once again, meaning no offence, ”Unless you found it in your desire to help me deal with it, thought I am not asking it of you.”; He, in his heart, did wish to have some help with his social skills in the outside world… he once knew how to converse with others like the woman, but now he seems to have forgotten his ways of old. Perhaps his voice was a bit of an entertaining thing to listen to.. He could tell partially that his words had an effect on her, even if she didn’t know what he said immediately. The same thing happened to him, but as in containing his reaction to it, was a different matter.
Dom blinked a few times as he leaned, when asking about his face, and its status. He was at least pleased to hear her reply, but the blush come unexpectedly. He had no intension of causing her nervousness what so ever.
What surprised him even more is when she jumped. It quickly made him shift his eyes toward her, and he became a bit frightened himself, not knowing exactly why she flung like such (No one else he knew jerked around). In turn, he decided it was wise to try his best to keep his voice down from this point forward, even if he thought she was being way too paranoid. Her fingers tightened ‘round the dagger’s hilt was far great enough a reason for him to do so anyway, and whoever thought otherwise would be an obvious fool.
As she soon calmed, so did Dom. It was a relief to his heart to see that it was a short lasting shock (due to his voice), and as she spoke, it gave him courage to speak once more as well, even though he was still overly cautious. He cleared his throat a few times; his shoulders were held up a bit, hiding his neck - He looked similar to a toddler (except, of course, much larger) about to explain to his scolding parents about a bad thing he had done. “Oh, umm…” he began, over-fixing his voice just a tad - he was barely whispering. By the time he really comprehended what she said, he was sitting back up, looking normal once more. After a few moments, he leaned forward, and looked around the sides of the tree, on both sides, first to his right, and then toward Lady Oakwood. With a quick joust like movement, he flung his long, muscular arm out toward the ground next to the woman’s thigh, and ripped a strange plant from the ground. He held it in front of his face and gave a slight smile, afterward, stuffing it almost carelessly into a single, empty pouch. “Mission complete, milady.” Dom speaks afterwards, having a glint of pride in his eyes, and a smile of proud ness curled up on his beard-shrouded lips.
In such a quick completion of a task, he had plenty of time to spare, reaching several days of spare time. Usually, he didn’t care for spare time… now it seems his mind has shifted, for what reasons, and thoughts, he held hidden in the depths of his pondering, and thought - there was high chance it involved Oakwood.
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:36:10 GMT -4
Ania raised a dark brow in question, her curiosity going once more, she listened to his words, only understanding a few words. (For Ania had been almost everywhere and was forced to learn at least some of the languages. Ania drew her knees to her chest, feeling completely serene for the time being, whether it is from his voice/words or not. Her eyes though, remained intense, yet calmness swirled deep within her crystal pools. She laid her head atop of her knees and continued to peer over at him, seeing the change in her eyes hers widened some. A chill ran up and down her spine, causing her to shiver some. As Ania heard his words, which were spoken to her this time, she smiled softly and nodded before she spoke herself, her words flowed over her lips like water, smooth and silky, laced with a hint of magic. “ Yes, I suppose it is and I thank you for your forgiveness..”
Ania much enjoyed and prefer listening to his voice in this manner, it was soft and soothing to and gentle upon her keen and delicate ears. She wasn’t much of the one to stop and smell the flowers, yet she use to be, she hadn’t time or hadn’t thought about stopping to smell the flowers in a long time. For some reason this day was different, she had taken in every single critter, every plant, every flower every movement in the field and she enjoyed it, for it calmed her greatly. Ania stared almost starry eyed up at the sky and her surroundings, she wrapped her arms about her legs, lacing her delicate fingers together as she gazed up at the sky. “Beautiful…” She whispered in an almost inaudible voice, rather hoping it would turn out to be so, but Dom having keen ears just as hers it would most likely not happen.
As Ania gazed over at Dom, she noticed the change in his expression and his eyes were fixed upon something, she quickly followed his gaze only to stare in a similar fashion. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes widened as she stared in awe, what beauty it was! This time when Dom spoke, she did not jump and his words did not take her by surprise, she had grown rather use to his strong presence and use to his voice, in all honesty she had grown rather fond of his voice, though she did not let her feelings of him show at all, After all, they had just met. “ N-No, I didn’t mean it like that, Sir. “ She fumbled on her words for a bit before she recollected herself and spoke again. “ It wasn’t meant to sound like that. You’re not irritating or a waste of time, you’re quite interesting-” She bit her bottom lip rather hard, it was too late to not finish her statement and so she finished it. “ You are quite interesting, you don’t bore me..” Ania thought for a moment, holding in a sigh, her eyes shifted about somewhat nervously, she fiddled with her fingers which were still laced together at the moment. “If you wished to be helped, sir, then I will help you..”
A gentle breeze passed by, she welcomed it, for it cooled her cheeks down greatly. They now returned to their normal pale coloring, with the slightest hint of a rose color red upon her cheeks. (which also happened to be there.) Ania lowered her legs and repositioned herself slightly, she raised a brow as she saw him move his arm closer to her, she turned on her side slightly, wondering what on earth he was doing. When she saw he drew a plant to his face she relaxed once more, smiling faintly. “Well, congratulations, Sir.” She spoke her words in a sincere tone of voice, for she meant it. “ Do you have to be going back now? You have completed your mission after all..” Ania chewed upon her bottom lip, she had just met him and if he was to return back to hid glade, would she ever see him again? Oh, bother, why did she worry so? Ania herself had plenty of time to spare, she planned on staying in this realm for a short amount of time, but not too short, perhaps a month or two here to see if this is where her heart truly was, besides that she needed to get back to who she really was, she was only fooling herself, yet this wouldn’t be an easy task for her all by herself and in no means would she ever ask Dom for help either, it must be offered and somehow she doubted it would be offered. Ania knew she would most likely fight all her battles by herself in the future, just as she had since she left this realm and for some reason this realm brought her the feeling of safety, like a blanket it wrapped about her, comforting her and she had no idea as to why.
As the moments passed on Ania grew bored of just sitting around, she slowly made her way to her feet and propped her back up against the tree, her hair whipping across her face once more, her gaze was set off in the far distance. She was now completely dry, thanks to the suns strong rays of heat and light. The more the silence grew the more Ania was left to think to herself, which wasn’t the best thing for her at the moment, (Ania had a lot of feelings stirring about as well as thoughts.) Her thoughts mainly consisted on how she would go about changing herself some more and for some odd reason (at least it was odd to her) they also consisted of… Dom and why they consisted of him, that thought raced through her mind over all the others. Why was she thinking of him?
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Post by Nymiane on Jun 26, 2005 22:36:53 GMT -4
It was a stroke of luck that brought his task to a quick completion. Be it not for his eyes constantly sneaking a view at her due to his curiosity, and fancy, he may have never noticed the herb hidden in the showdown of the large tree. His hand stroked his beard for a moment. His left eye narrowed on the path to the north-west. His glade was there. Returning with the herb quickly would certainly mean much more appreciation. However, having the chance of two different paths, he felt somewhat torn. There was her, then there was the reward for being fast doing chores. “ The richer rewards come to those who wait ” he thought to himself. A good few words of wisdom those were, why they struck his mind was beyond him. His feeling on this suddenly became very strong, though it was a mere choice of going or staying. There was staying, of course: if there was a place for this woman in his destiny, why not take the risk? It couldn’t hurt any; it could only mean a possible drop of hope if he were to have judged poorly.
He spoke after a few moments, calculating his possibly life-changing question: Stay, or be gone. “ Mi’lady… have you ever encountered a road in your life that split two ways, and you knew that each was completely different in a sense. ” he whispers with less curious tone, and greater tone of need, “As if both were two completely different lives, and you didn’t know which was better? ”
Suddenly, he realized how utterly large he was making this molehill. Stay or go somehow told him at first there would be a drastic life change, and it still nags at his heart. But all together, it seemed he was merely making a fool of himself by asking such a thing, and realized soon after that it was highly possible she would ask: “Why do you ask?” in the next few moments. This could be good or bad for the reason he spoke such a thing, but likely bad. If she didn’t know what on earth he was talking about, he wouldn’t want to have to explain it, for risk of further embarrassment. These feelings refrained from showing on his face, all but his eyes, which took a few mysterious shifts toward the ground, let his feelings of shame out.
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