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Post by Nymiane on Feb 27, 2007 14:23:11 GMT -4
The morning light danced upon the land, and fresh dew glistened upon the nearby vegetation, life began to awaken and sing throughout the open horizon. Beings began to arise and prepare for the days work ahead of them. They dressed themselves and tended towards their morning chores. The farmers fed their livestock, watered and checked upon things. The higher beings washed themselves and awaited for their breakfast, and the nearby vendors began to move their belongings into place for the market.
Not far from the hustle and bustle there was a house set upon a substantial amount of land, rolling fields with wild flowers, paddocks full of livestock, gardens full of vegetables and a large barn. A slender figure walked towards a winding garden, the fragrances of the blossoming flowers filled the air and the lungs of this person, a woman. She was clad in a white night dress with a heavy cloak wrapped about her lithe form. Arms folded across her large bosom as she peered over the land before her; she smiled as she thought of how fortunate she was to be in such a place, though it was missing one thing. Equines. Thoughts of the past washed over her mind; mainly of the equine companions she had the pleasure of enjoying. Then as quickly as the thoughts of old came into her mind, she brushed them aside as nothing, today she would fulfill her dream once more.
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Post by Terraformer on Feb 27, 2007 18:09:41 GMT -4
The silhouette of the man leans back on his chair slowly, the blazing sunlight flooding into the kitchen through the window behind him, he groans heavily as he stretches his black wings from his spine, their joints cracking, filling the silent room with an echo for a second, before silence slithers back in like a snake on the hunt, the scarlet feathers brushing against the ceiling dislodging a few flakes of dust he missed, falling like grey snowflakes, shimmering on his dark clothing.
"oh bollocks" he mutters as he folds back his wings, standing slowly from his chair which clatters as it falls back to its 4 feet. Slowly and sleepily he lifts his right hand to his shoulder, brushing the dust into the air, filling his vision with a light fog of dirt. He continues to mutter under his breath as he steps out into the daylight, the brilliant yellow light blinding him for a moment until the black pupil in his crimson eye contracts to a pinhead, an island barely visible in a sea of blood. Once more he stretches as he steps foot onto his porch, the timbers creaking underfoot as his heavy leather work boot crashes down like a meteor. He smiles as he turns his attention to a large mound hidden in the morning shadows, a mound with two round eyes that are transfixed on him, With a click of his tongue the mound leaps towards him, dust floating into the air as a large border collie charges between his legs, running in circles with its tail wagging like a sapling in a hurricane.
”Morning boy” he yells between chuckles, “good to see you too, Sit! You going to get them cows?” he whispers in the hound’s ear as it’s head lops to one side, “get them cows!”
With one last chuckle and a shake of the head he begins to walk down the stairs, his crimson eyes placed firmly on the collie which is rapidly speeding off like a comet, leaving a trail of dust in its wake. As he reaches Terra firma he stops in his tracks, the brown dust around him dancing around his ankles in the soft morning breeze as if they were flames licking up a dead tree trunk, and slowly rolls back his black sleeves, revealing thick heavily tanned arms, black hair erupting from the skin like wheat stalks from one of his fields, his mind awash with the days work. Nodding to himself as he mentally places his finger on the first job, knowing the dog will take an hour to round up the herd and lead them to the milking shed, he begins the leisurely stroll across to his chicken coop, smiling as he reaches under the wooden hut, clutching his fingers around a Hessian sack, thrusting his hand inside, before launching several handful’s of seed across the yard, before watching the mass exodus of the chickens as they erupt from the hut in a shower of feathers and squawk’s.
He reaches up slowly, the breeze caressing his hand as he unbolts the door to the hutch, stepping inside, his claret eyes surveying the nest boxes, before grunting as he finds no eggs, “bloody chickens” he grumbles as he turns back into the light, shutting the door steadily behind him, “don’t know why I bother!” After his annoyance has subsided he turns to hear the sound of hooves beating against the soft earth of the yard and looks up to see the herd of cows stumbling across the yard, the collie in tow yapping and guiding the bovine on their path, His expression changes to that of an angel impressed by the speed the dog has mustered, and begins to march across to the barn, pulling open the heavy wooden doors with a groan, his muscles bulging with the power flowing through them, sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he forces the doors back, the cows stepping into the darkness, each stepping into their own pen as if by second nature.
He smiles once more and turns to face the dog, which is sitting to his right, its tail wagging behind it, throwing dust into the air like a bad sweeping brush, “Good boy” he mumbles, reaching into his pocket and tossing the dog a small piece of fox meat, keeping him loving the taste so he kills any that dare to venture near his chickens. He turns on his heel and begins to walk across the yard once more, like a black iceberg in the brown ocean, to find the his daughter, hoping she’ll lead him an hour or so to aid him with the interesting job of milking the cows.
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Post by Icor on Feb 27, 2007 19:45:12 GMT -4
The forward nose of a dignitary-esque individual garbed in a purple satin vest and a white velvet undershirt with bellowing sleeves and cuffs, extended his cane for effect and long-paced his way down the familiar, dusty road, his long indigo trench coat just barely sweeping the dirt. An enormous smile rested on his elongated face, and a top-hat adored his head from which small locks of golden hair fell out about his forehead. Longer, far more curly tufts of hair reached down the back of his neck. Though narrow and flat, his complexion was alarmingly young, even through the guise of his quite authentic, slick mustache. A crystal monocle with a golden chain was fixed against his eye socket.
Nothing quite like a stroll in the country the man thought, flicking his emerald-crowned cane with each graceful step, The air smells sweet of magic! This ironic thought made his lower lip thin into an even more prominent smile, and he fished around in his vest pocket for a golden watch which was also adorned with a golden chain with tiny links. Popping the watch opened, he gazed down at the hands, for which there were oddly enough five of, and none of them seemed to tell the exact time.
Farmland reached out in every direction around him, oaks speckling the landscape randomly. The horizon was made unique by heavily faded mountains just barely a different tint than the sky. He noticed every little dew sparkle, every long, blurry shadow from the magenta and peach sunrise. He took a giant breath through his nose and closed his eyes, stopping somewhere within three hundred yards of a farmhouse. His royally hued coat settled about his ankles, its golden buttons glimmering.
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Post by Nymiane on Feb 28, 2007 0:13:36 GMT -4
A soft sigh passed over luscious pink lips of the young woman, and laughter quickly followed suit as she heard the rumbling of the hooves pounding on the ground. The faint echoes of the barking dog resonated in her ears and she knew that spirited dog was doing what he was bred for and what he lived for. She also knew it was time to milk the cows, which brought a heavy sigh on. Mayhaps if I ask him, I won’t have to, today.. She thought to herself, biting upon her lower lip. Visage of amber gazed down upon her garb and she giggled to herself as she ran into the house once more, the sound of her bare feet pattering upon the cool wooden floor rang through the silent building. As the young woman entered her room she dropped her cloak, the velvet fabric sliding down her silken skin and onto a nearby chair. A clucking noise emitted from her as she glanced about the room, her eyes fixated upon her wardrobe and her figure floated towards it gracefully. Long arms extended to pull open the pine doors, not much of a choice for attire, she thought and for that moment her eyes dimmed, and she seemed to be elsewhere. “No matter.” She whispered, and shook her head, delicate fingers pulling a chocolate dress out, it had most definitely seen better days, but she knew it wouldn’t be long until it was dirtied. The woman tossed her nightdress to her bed and quickly dressed herself, her eyes darting around in search of her leather boots and when she did she plopped her form upon her bed and began to lace them. ”I hope he allows it.” She murmured as she sprung to her feet, young hands matting down her wild tresses of flame hue, and off she ran towards her father, hoping he would relieve her of the duties.
As the woman approached the barn she slowed her pace, her pale cheeks now filled with color, (which were now puffing.) She crept into the barn behind her father and smiled softly. ”Father..” Her voice flowed over her lips smoothly, in a melodious tune. She chewed upon her bottom lip before proceeding. ”May I skip out on the milking today? I want to run a few errands of my own…” With eyes of honesty and pleading she peered up at him, her fingers crossed behind her back as she awaited his answer.
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Post by Terraformer on Mar 2, 2007 10:19:17 GMT -4
The cool breeze bursting through the barn doors flows over him like a summer stream flows over a resting fish, he turns to hear the beating of hurried footsteps on the beaten track of the work yard, his eyes roll over the corpse of his plough, the old shire horse sold to the local knackers yard after it passed away peacefully in its sleep after long years of blissful service. Then they fall on the brown dress hurtling towards him. A chuckle escapes him as he turns his back, staring at the cows once more, waiting patiently for his daughter to arrive.
Upon her arrival he turns to face her, a smile playing on his face until he hears her words, slowly his eyebrow raises, arching like an angry cat raises its back at the sight of another, her soft brown eyes staring at him as she awaits his answer. He sighs heavily as he turns back to look at the cows, the air changing as he gives off an aura of disappointment, slowly stepping towards the nearest stall, arching his back to pick up the wooden milking bucket, before turning back to his daughter, standing tall before her, bucket in hand.
“You wish to be excused of your chore’s, for petty errand’s that don’t put food on our table? On this day when at least one cow is due to give birth?” his voice raises, clenching his fists tightly around the handle of the bucket. A crimson flame erupts in his eyes, burning brightly as his blood begins to boil, his wings flooding from his spine, hay and dirt flushing away from him as the air around him is thrust away by the force from his flight feathers, before he tilts his body, bringing his right arm as if to strike his daughter, but instead softly drops the bucket over her head, flicking his left arm up to her side and begins to softly tickle her ribs. gentle laughter escaping his lungs as his prank nears its end.
”Aye get thi’ sen’ off lass, Me and Joseph will manage the cows today it shouldn’t be too difficult, just remember to be back before sunset, the woods still have a few evils that haven’t yet been cleansed by the local huntsmen. And if you’re going into the village, drop and see Old Mac at the tavern and tell him his eggs will be late, that fox has been back and spooked the hens.”
He laughs once more and begins to walk further down the barn towards the east end of the barn, towards the ladder to the hay loft, whistling softly to himself as he places his foot on the first rung, whistling softly over the humdrum noise of the cows conversation, the noise echoing through the expanse as if they were the screams of a bar room brawl afore turning to look over his shoulder once more.
”Oh yeah, before you awoke this morn, Joseph brought the gift I bought you; I know it’s not your birthday yet but I thought you’d like it. He left it in the orchard for you, pop by there and I’m sure you’ll enjoy its company”
He continues his whistle as he clambers into the loft, dropping himself onto a hay bail, sighing to himself, everything about her reminds him of his wife, the wife he lost so many years ago, her long red hair, the sparkle in her eyes when she smiled, even down to the way she laughed. That’s why when he found her alone in the forest a year ago, her parents laying cold and lifeless beside her, he could do naught but take her under his wing, raising her as his own. He tried to be a good parent but her innocence usually managed to get the better of him. Once more he sighs as he stands, grasping the binging of a bail, before dropping it down through a serving hatch, sending it crashing to the ground with a heavy echoing thud, as if, in the distance, a dragon had died mid flight tumbling heavily to the earth.
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Post by Icor on Mar 2, 2007 20:30:52 GMT -4
The path leading to and beyond the farm winded up and over the hills. The man with the purple vests, coats, and cane turned on a heel, the voices of the nearby barn capturing the attention of his olive green gaze. His smile diminished and he gnawed on his lower lip, his head ticking with thought. He peeked down again at the five-handed pocket watch and filled his cheeks with air.
“Pmm”, he hummed, “So much time”. He then crammed the watch back into his frontal vest pocket and boldly took toward the barn, the long purple trench coat swinging from left to right. He ceaselessly flicked his cane forward with every other step, glamorous and regal in his posture, but not arrogant; he didn’t walk, he strolled, letting his head bob in slight rhythm with the swing of his coat. His steps were narrow and light-footed, almost as if every pace were the buildup for a skip.
At random moments, the glare on his monocle’s lens completely blocked the view of his eye, flickering like an electric spark or a dying firefly in the morning sun. Soon, he was only feet from the barn door, standing with his cane planted into the gravel. His eyes adjusted and he blinked away the blurriness, peering into the dimmer interior of the barn. He recoiled a smidgen, watching a bail fall from the loft and collide with the floor, and frowned with enormous sarcasm, his bushy brows piquing.
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Post by Nymiane on Mar 2, 2007 23:02:03 GMT -4
The amber gaze lay firmly set upon his and in unison her brows arose with his, however hers were in question, perhaps an underlying fear of what was to come. Cherry lips were soon sucked into her mouth, fingers clenching into fists, as her body began to grow rigid. The gaze never wavering as she stared up at her father, his bode seem to grow in size, and the earth seemed to shake under his now massive form. As a bellow was set forth she shifted her gaze for just a moment then peered up at him once more, blinking a few times before she replied with her bold answer. ”Father, with all due respect. I have been dedicated to this farm. I go without so the farm can go with” She paused for a moment, her eyes lowering to catch a glimpse of his fingers curling around the pail’s handle, and at the moment her brows knit together in anger, something she had not felt in years. As her mouth opened to speak, she caught a hold of his eyes, a storm of fury erupted from them, pouring into his wings which powered them to unfurl. The woman stood there, staring at the antics of her father, her eyes firmly set upon his, ready to unfurl her own ferocity. Then, as quickly as the storms developed they subsided as the bucket fell over her head, visage dimmed from the darkness caused by the bucket. A soft hand tossed it to the side, only to receive an assault of tickling. She grabbed upon her father’s muscled forearms and laughed softly.
”Yes Father, I shouldn’t be long, there are only a few things that I need.” She bowed her head as her words passed over her lips. A smile tugged at the corner of her them and ceased doing so at her eyes, as they too shone brightly as her smile. A giggle nearly made itself vocal, however she seemed to thwart it before it had the chance to, and in its place her lithe frame shook with excitement. It was not often she received gifts, and though she did not mind, she thoroughly enjoyed receiving them. ”I will! Thank you! She managed to wheeze out as her mind traveled a million miles per second. What could it be? She squealed and stomped her feet, turning upon her heels rather swiftly. A hand brushed away curly locks of scarlet hue away from merry eyes, and as they rose to see ahead they caught hold of bright colors, but alas it was to late to stop her momentum. The lithe form stumbled into the strange new comers, her brows arose and then her head dropped as she took a few steps backward. ”Forgive me, I am sorry Lord….” Her words paused as she realized she lacked the knowledge of his name; this caused her pale cheeks to glow a bright shade of crimson. ”Pardon me, Lord, I do not know your name…” She spoke again, her words nearly cracking from embarrassment.
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Post by Terraformer on Mar 5, 2007 13:35:59 GMT -4
Groans as he throws more hay bails down the trapdoor,,the bails crashing to the earth like a metoer shower, sending explosions of dust and sleeping insects into the atmostphere inside the barn. With a thud he sits down himself on a nearby bail of hay,before slowly pulling off his shirt, his tanned skin glistning as the sweat rolls down his torso, weaving inbetween the bulging muscles earned by years of grafting and battling,He leans back slowly parting his wings to gain extra comfort. As he lays there, resting a little his claret eyes become transfixed on a hole in the stone roof, "Oh bollocks" he grumbles as he begins to realise thats another task on his already full agenda. he smiles as he watches a swallow fly through the opening, with the speeed of an arrow, and into a nest hidden in the eaves, depositing a stomach full of food to some chicks which seem to silent until the parent returns. "Bugger it, it can wait afew" he utters, a smile camping on his face, small trickles of sweatparting the dirt on his forehead and cheeks.
His ears perk up as he hears his daughter speaking to someone, slowly he raises, as he were a corpse raising from the grave, before standing, stepping closer to the opening into the chasm below him.
"Who this? Tarq isnt due with the feed shipment and as far as i know the market isnt open either" he whispers as he stands rigid by the hole, "unless someone is interested in the grain?"
He reaches for his black sodden shirt, and places it over his shoulder, folding his wings tightlyto his back as he descends the ladder to discover the identity of the visitor to his land.
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Post by Icor on Mar 6, 2007 3:44:47 GMT -4
The man in the purple lifted the hand without the cane and held out his palm as a polite and meek gesture. He flicked the mahogany, jeweled cane under his arm, clutching the emerald crown in his black, satin-gloved fingers and dove into a fantastic, long lived bow, sweeping his top hat away from the sleek locks of blond hair.
“I-eeeyuh... am called Dergible Effectus!” he introduced with great color, rolling his R’s and putting bold enunciation on his consonants. He gracefully righted his posture, returning his top hat and his cane to their default positions after a harmless twirl of both, and smiled beamingly at the girl and the man descending the ladder. His monocle was clearer than ever in the dim light.
“S’by ah’ the gods of curiosity and adventure that I ‘pear here! I sell nothing, I buy nothing, I dis-ah-regard nothing!” he continued, still grinning gleefully, “I-yah am a dignitary of trinkets, illusion, and magic, but most prominently, I am an explorer.”
He slyly yanked a handkerchief from his vest pocket with the same hand his cane was locked in and whipped it about before his opposite, up-turned palm. Swishing it ever so forcefully, a loud bat reached out through the air and upon Dergible’s hand there appeared a silver tray mounted with a steaming, black tea set: a kettle, cups, saucers, spoons, a cup of sugar cubes, and even a cup of cream.
“Ah-while I was ah-stroolin’, I brewed up quite a hankerin’ for some tea. How splendid though, I ‘ave enough for three! Please, be my guests?”
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Post by Terraformer on Mar 8, 2007 12:56:02 GMT -4
Terra stares at the Dergible for a moment or two.. utterly confused as to what to make of him, in all his travells, he's never fallen upon someone as strange as this chap. and more to think of it, where on earth he pulled that tea set from. In his past Terra had dabbled with Fire magic, and could start an inferno with a click of his fingers...but caffine magic was something he'd never encountered.
Did he really have time for this? the farm wouldnt run itself, and he had 2 douzen cows to milk, and and muck out, let alone the field work he had to do, minus the aid of Rockey, the old shire horse, He'd already lost his daughters aid for her own ends, so he'd be lucky if he managed to scrape time to have a slice and some water, this could be his only chance of a rest before nightfall.But should he trust tea that has been formed from thin air, by a man he'd never seen before and had a bizzare accent.
The muscles in his neck tighten slightly as his thoughts strain him, and an eyebrow raises as his claret eyes never flinch from the gentleman, the primary feathers on his wings twitch slickly in the cool morning air as it flows over his naked torso, sweat glistning on his muscles in the morning light. Slowly he shakes himself loose of his astonishment, his hospitality gaining control as he realises how rude he is acting, and reaches for his shirt, wiping the dirt from his right hand on the saturated cloth, reaching out to shake the hand of the visitor.
"Nice to meet you Mr Effectus, My name is Terraformer, these pastures from here to the Andal River to the south, Nepton Forest to the east, Neptol village in the west and the Vodro Mountains to the north. This time of year the work is hard and all hours, but we dont get many visitors up here in these parts so my animals have to wait while i join you in your kind offer" he feigns a smile, still cautious of the newcomer. "Come, join us on the porch, there are a fewchairs there and itsa beautiful morning, much more comfortable than standing here near the barn and the dung-stack"
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Post by Nymiane on Mar 8, 2007 21:38:46 GMT -4
Amber eyes gradually lifted their gaze until they met the others, which were peering back at her, milk-white lids blinked a few times as the strange man spoke. An elegant hand arose to brush away wispy tresses of red, which were irritating the visage of the woman. It then extended to the queer being before her, fingers slightly curled under, and then gripping upon the man’s hand. “It is a pleasure, Lord Effectus. My name is Adelaide.” The woman said with confidence laced within her words. Petite shoulders bobbled up and down as she kept soft laughter from erupting. She had never laid eyes on a stranger being than the one set before her. From the garb he was adorned in, to his appearance, [though he was quite handsome in a strange way,] to his voice. Where was he from? She wondered silently.
A few awkward moments passed by before she heard Dergible’s voice ring out again, this time her lips parted and pale brows arose in confusion, or something of the sort as she stared upon the guest. She nearly fell in to some sort of trance as she watched his antics. Such grace with his hands and fluid movements, it made her wonder all the more where he was from and where he had learned his trade.
As the tea appeared before she gasped, her hand covering her mouth and soon soft laughter emitted from her, muffled from her hand. Keen ears tuned into her father’s booming voice as he welcomed the guest to the land, she sensed his hesitance in the hospitality, and was sure Dergible did as well. She muttered something under her breath and excused herself as she rushed to the porch, dusting it off with a nearby rag, and then attending towards the fixtures on the said porch. A finger arose to tap upon cherry colored lips; she smiled to herself and darted off into the kitchen in the dwelling. Freshly baked breakfast croissants, they would go quite nice with the tea, she thought. Pearly whites bit down upon her lower lip as she placed the croissants on a tray along side of butter. The woman hurriedly made her way back outside, placing the tray on a wooden table, awaiting her father and company.
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Post by Icor on Mar 9, 2007 4:09:32 GMT -4
Dergible accompanied Terraformer to the porch, laying the tray of tea with surprising slyness and softness upon the wooden table. He then, seeming quite at home, lowered his narrow self into a seat across from Terraformer, fanning his small blond mustache. He crossed his legs effeminately, a giant, thin smile on his face.
Dergible propped his cane against the side of his seat, smoothing out his indigo vest just as Adelaide returned with the croissants. “Ooou! Splennndid, I hadn’t thought’v that”, he exclaimed, “Thank you, Adelaide deer; very creative!”
Dergible craned out his arm and snagged one of the black porcelain cups. Steam still rising from the colored contents of the cup, he hovered it at chest level, his olive green eyes darting back and forth between Adelaide and Terraformer. He cupped his elevated knee with his free hand, his shoulders elevating a little. “This air out here... uncommon in the Acad’my, sadly”, he said.
“I feel fortunate to ‘ave stumbl’d cros’t such hospitable and …”, he continued, glancing briefly at Adelaide, “...Charmin’ hosts. There’s quite a collect’n of highwaymen and robbers in those Vodro Mountains.” Dergible nodded at Terraformer, for Terraformer mentioned those mountains first.
“I passed through those ... yes, you mentioned them, Terraformer”, he added, “Unwelcoming those rocky valleys! But it was worth it reachin’ this place, I thank you both.”
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Post by Terraformer on Mar 10, 2007 22:19:05 GMT -4
Terra smiles as he stares at the stranger, before raising an eyebrow as the man looks upon his dughter and utters "charming" but he restrains himself, from the moment he found her he'd been protective, she reminded him so much of his wife he couldnt do anything but protect her, the guilt of not being afew seconds quicker still haunted him in his nightmares.
"Aye, theres afew still up there.The buggers wont take a hint" he says chuckling to himself, as many a time he;s dragged a murderer from his hideout in the mountains and thrown him to his demise. Terra wasnt a cruel heartless man, who would kill in cold blood. His angelic streak wouldnt allow that, He only killed those who had broken the rules the creator had asked of humanity, and the laws ofthe church that goverened these lands.
He keeps the smile on his face as he places a hand around the porcelain cups and lowers his eyes to stare at its contents, a murk filled the cup, deep brown with a hint of red, It was obviosuly tea, all his sences said it was,but he waited to watch the stranger takea mouthful and swallow before he risked drinking any himself.
"Thats a fine magic trick you've got there my friend, where does a chap like yourself learn such things?" he asks inquisitivly, he'd travelled the world a little in his war-struck days, and had read alarge ammount on magic an conjouring, but it remained oblivious to him where such a showcould be mastered.
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Post by Nymiane on Mar 12, 2007 13:12:26 GMT -4
The lithe woman stood somewhat behind the two, who were now sitting in the chairs. She smiled and clasped her hands, and then they lay resting against her abdomen. Amber eyes fell upon this character, Dergible, and questions flooded her mind. How did he know of this place, and why did he come to this farm? What was so special about it? He was quite out of place in this area, as there were no nobles for at least a few miles, as there were primarily serfs out here, few actually owned their own land. Terra and Adelaide were one of the lucky few that actually owned land and livestock, though she thought about it, the province most likely owed it to Terra. Adelaide nearly jumped out of her skin as Dergible’s vocals flowed into the crisp air. She merely nodded to his words and continued on her rampage of jumbled thoughts. The woman’s eyes turned their glance to the distance, wondering what it was her father actually got her, she didn’t want to seem rude to the guest, however she was filled with excitement and wonder. Eyes darted back towards the tea set and nimble feet carried her body towards it, she leaned over and delicate fingers wrapped themselves around the porcelain cup. Adelaide’s eyes fixated upon Dergible for a moment, crimson rushing into her cheeks as her ears caught hold of his comment. She pulled away before she spoke. “Academy? Are you an instructor of some sort?.” She questioned, truly curious to know. The crimson slowly subsided from her cheeks and returned to their milk-white status. The porcelain cup began to rise towards cherry lips, and then she began to sip at it, a lovely tea it was too. As she drew it away from her lips her gaze drifted from her Father to Dergible, small talk she thought. Why was he here? She fought back her boldness and just waited for him to state his reasoning.
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Post by Icor on Mar 12, 2007 16:19:04 GMT -4
Dergible’s eyes jumped from one host to the other, his smile undying. “Oou. That tray there’s just’n illusion”, he explained, pointing his index finger sturdily at the tea kettle, “Some call it sleight of hand, I call my tricks sleight of ah-mind. Hawh!”
Dergible sat up in the seat, keeping his ankle on his knee. The shadow of his hat fell over his eyes, but the monocle continued to reflect the sky’s light, blinding the visage of the eye beyond it. “Freyor’s Acad’my of the Psyche ‘swhere I hail from. I’d lived there since birth... ‘till a’just recently, you see”, he continued, “I ‘ad to leave in an awful hurry, seems! I was a student an’ a teacher for a very long time.”
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Post by Terraformer on Mar 22, 2007 12:35:41 GMT -4
Terra's Claret eyes close slightly, his black eyebrow raising on his forehead like a whales back as it surfaces for air, what little trust he had in this fellow is flooding out of him like the water from a whales blow hole. He looks back at the cup and places it back on the table, before folding his arms behind his back, his muscles bulging as he stretches alittle, before letting his arms lolop by his sides, dangling like stalagtites from his soulders, his right swinging by the dagger hidden in his boot.
"You had to leave in a hurry? care to tell me what that readon was? sorry if i seem distrustful, but to be perfectly honest; i am, its something in the air when im around conjourers" he utters, locking the claret orbs nto the magicians olive eyes, his body giving he impression of relaxation as he yawns, stretching his wings out once more, one tip hanging over the railing of the porch, the other brushing against the wall of the old house.
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Post by Nymiane on Mar 26, 2007 14:57:31 GMT -4
Adelaide blinked a few times before she placed the tea cup upon the table once more, and for a moment her mind wandered. If Dergible could perform a small task like this what would be a large task to him? What could he make the mind believe with such illusions. The woman’s gaze shifted towards her father, who began to puff his bode out, such actions brought a soft giggle from her. It reminded her of yesterday’s work, when the rooster began to swell in size and stare down the others, to intimidate of course.
A brow arose in question as the guest continued to speak and her Father grew restless. She noted where his hand rested and noted the suspicion within his eyes, which aroused her own. Why did he leave his home? Adelaide pursed her lips and then they parted, breath pouring out over them in a soft sigh. She still hadn’t a clue of what was in the orchard, impatience began to rob her of manners. Pearly whites bit down upon her soft lips as she scolded herself mentally, she would not be rude to the guest. ”Please excuse my Father, his past plagues him.” Her voice rang out clearly, with no attitude laced within the tone, though she did shoot her Father a glance as if to say mind your manners.
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Post by Icor on Mar 28, 2007 22:40:44 GMT -4
Dergible’s face relaxed, raising a hand with a single ring toward Adelaide in the slightest of gestures. “My dear lass, it is quite all right”, he cooed, returning Terra’s eye contact with his own sparkling and shady gaze, “I’m no invoker’v elementals or star signs. I can demonstrate ‘course, to perhaps ease your minds, ‘ow ‘xactly my illus-ee-ons work.”
Derigible leaned forward o’re the table quietly, allowing his cane to lean against the side of the house. He extended his nimble, feminine fingers toward the tray of tea and ran his palm around the rim. “You’ll hear briefly an ever so s-ee-light click!”, he exclaimed, pressing down on a single shape in the engraving. Upon doing so, a *click* did sound out, and the entire tray seemed to collapse into a flat, paper-like object. But most astonishingly was the fact that the kettle, as well as the cups (even the cups in Terras’, Adelaide’s, and Dergible’s hands), folded upon themselves like clockwork, liquid and all, into leaves that zipped into the tray!
Dergible chortled, his bronze voice deep and musical. “Ah-hah hah... see? A contraption”, he revealed, folding the tray up like cloth until it was no more than a small triangle. He tucked the chrome triangle into his purple inner vest pocket and reclined yet again, an enormous smile wrapped across his cheeks.
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Terraformer
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Post by Terraformer on Apr 1, 2007 14:40:36 GMT -4
Terra looks at his hands and watches his cup fold in on itself, a bemused look flooding across his face like water flooding over a dry riverbed in the hight of sumer. "What the hell?" his black hair fluttering in the wing like seaweed dancing in an ocean current. "i cant deal with all this" he utters, "ive seen horrors that would break a man, but this is beyond me!" He turns his gaze to his daughter, and see's the look in her eyes, knowing its not worth the argument he returns his gaze to Dergible, "ill leave you in the safe hands of Adelaide here, im an old man with these sort of shenanigans. i have work to do im afraid so i shall have to bid you farewell"
Terra stands slowly, the noise of the chair scrailing echoes through the farm, before he begins to walk slowly back across the yard towards the barn shaking his head wondering if he did the right thing to leave his daughter with such a strange character. small clouds of dust flooding into the air marking his footsteps, the clouds flooding away in the breeze along with all thoughts of the stranger.
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Post by Nymiane on Apr 2, 2007 15:15:35 GMT -4
Adelaide’s face grew soft and complacent once more, her golden eyes returned to their normal forgiving state. Cherry color lips pursed for a moment as her eyes locked upon the guest known as Dergible, then they followed the movement of his hands. Adelaide’s own hands clasped tightly around the porcelain cup. She cocked her head to the side as she focused upon his hands and what tricks may be up his sleeves. The woman slowly crept forward, her lithe figure looming over the brightly clad man. Light colored brows knit together as she surveyed the tray and tea, eyes ever watching the slim fingers. A click? She thought to herself, repeating it in her mind a few times before the actual click was heard, and she wasn’t too sure if it was indeed the set, or her mind hearing things. An eek set forth out of Adelaide and she dropped the mystical cup, which was folding in upon itself. She shuffled back away from the set and the man, laughing nervously, her brows quivered as she looked upon the man and then her father, who was outraged with the whole illusion. “H-How? That is.. Surely not magic, where on..” She let out a puff of air as she was befuddled. Adelaide placed her hand upon her lower abdomen, disbelief shone within her eyes. She laughed again, this time the nervous tone wasn’t laced within it.
Adelaide glanced over at her Father, who was a tidal wave of emotion, anger, disbelief and something else that she could not figure out. Her face contorted as she watched him stand and begin to walk away. “Father..” She whispered as he walked away. Golden eyes averted their gaze and landed upon olive eyes. ”I am sorry, he has seen a lot, and trusts little.” Adelaide bowed her head, locks of flame hue tickling her porcelain skin.
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