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Post by Merestil Haye on Jul 17, 2004 12:36:39 GMT -5
* Having explored Caleria a little, he heads away from the city, in the general direction of the Bazaar. *
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Post by Amar on Jul 19, 2004 19:37:12 GMT -5
They saunter down the streets, talking animatedly and giggling a lot, calming down some as they walk up to the Centre.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jul 21, 2004 20:33:01 GMT -5
*Having thanked the attendant for showing them out, they walk back to the city-centre, still arm in arm. Isobel's fallen asleep in Julia's other arm.*
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Post by Míriel Fidlars on Jul 24, 2004 14:34:04 GMT -5
*she runs down the street, rounding some corners before slowing down and walking more slowly.*
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Post by Amar on Jul 26, 2004 14:34:19 GMT -5
Yes. This way.
She takes his hand and they walk off to All Souls.
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Post by Mecrinus on Aug 2, 2004 16:28:31 GMT -5
Mecrinus and Amar head into Caleria, walking at an easy pace.
"Yes, Bjorn. A dwarven cleric I used to know. Ex slave; we rescued him when we assaulted the mine he was working in.
Here we are then."
The two of them walk up to the Centre.
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 7, 2004 15:49:27 GMT -5
Toris slips out of his estate and begins to walk down the street, taking in the sights. After a while, he sees several flower pots, complete with flowers, fly over the crowd. He runs over and sees Charith, just getting up from her fall. The servant whose cart she knocked over looks angry, but doesn't speak.
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Post by Charith on Aug 7, 2004 15:53:46 GMT -5
She's blushing and stammering as she gets up.
So sorry... Didn't mean to... So sorry sir...
She tries to collect the flowerpots and put them back on the cart.
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 7, 2004 16:01:27 GMT -5
Toris shakes his head and helps Charith put the flower pots back. When they are all put up, he helps Charith up and walks over to the angry man. He whispers in his ear and discreetly slips him several silver coins. Suddenly, the man doesn't seem so unhappy. He heads off at a brisk pace.
Toris attempts to slip back into the crowd.
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Post by Charith on Aug 7, 2004 16:04:07 GMT -5
She smiles uncertainly.
Thank you, sir, I- oops...
The blushes deepen as she finds her sleeve somehow stuck to his, some cords of hers twined around a button of his.
Er, I, uhm, sorry...
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 7, 2004 16:14:14 GMT -5
Toris tries to pull away, but can't. It almost makes him wish he wore less well-made clothes. He reaches for one of his blades, but remembers the rules of the city. He glances in the direction of his house.
"Would you come with me?"
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Post by Charith on Aug 8, 2004 9:09:12 GMT -5
Still blushing furiously, she scans the man gingerly, then nods.
... sure.
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 8, 2004 15:41:45 GMT -5
Toris walks with her to his house with some difficulty. As usual, he waits until no one is looking before slipping onto his grounds.
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Post by Charith on Aug 8, 2004 17:57:41 GMT -5
She follows, still shy, and blushing again every time they tug on each other's clothes.
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Post by Toris Saren on Aug 8, 2004 18:09:20 GMT -5
Once they are behind the tall walls of his estate, Toris unsheathes one of his large double-bladed knives. Without hesitating, he slices the button that's been causing the trouble off.
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