Sebrintai
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Betwixt a Lady and the 'Loths?
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Post by Sebrintai on Apr 24, 2007 14:47:41 GMT -5
The Halfling smiles and chews on her apple. It is a massive, round, brightly red thing in her small hands.
"Hmm... White hats you say? Nnno, can't say that I have, sorry."
She smiles pleasantly.
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The Eyes
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The Eyes of Taenim
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Post by The Eyes on May 22, 2007 20:49:48 GMT -5
*A shadow shifts on the street at night. It strolls forward, its movements mimicking an absent little boy. It finds no obstacle in street side benches, which it crawls over seamlessly in its two-dimensional world. The silhouette glides over blacktop and, along its way, remains oblivious to the roughness of the surface. It spills into cracks, flowing endlessly through each crevice as if blood through the twilight road's veins. Carefree. All in order. The shadow stops and appears to look up at the moon as if taking offense. If it could scowl, it would. Such futile attempts at lighting the ground! The moon's efforts were trivial. A trivial bother and nothing more. If the shadow could speak, it would say so. It would tell the moon to give up. The shadow would note the moon's failures. But the moon would continue to try none the less. In the face of fictional finalism, it would go on. As moth to a flame. And come dawn, it will have chased the shadow to the sun.*
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Post by Charith on May 27, 2007 9:06:16 GMT -5
Charith's frown deepens. She peers behind the woman, and then she continues on down the road, hurriedly glancing into alleyways and sidestreets. Where could they be?
She approaches a small crowd. A few children, a few grownups. Pulling the little child's cap over its small white-haired black face, the paladin pushes herself a way through the people. Two elven children, their backs to the wall. White hats. The crowd is hissing and muttering menacingly. One boy of maybe twelve or thirteen picks up a small pebble, and launches it at the two elves. It pegs the little girl in the shoulder, and she huddles closer to her brother, whimpering.
Another boy grabs a piece of dried horse manure, and throws it at the children. It misses, and crashes to pieces on the wall two feet from the elven boy's head. The third to pick up a piece of rubble is a young woman, not far from where Charith has managed to push herself through the crowd. It is a shard of glass, and the girl pulls her arm back to add force to the pitch... Charith's free hand snatches the woman's red curls and tugs, hard. The girl screeches, topples over, trips and falls on her bum. The crowd turn to see. Charith rushes forward, hastily lowers the child into the boy's arms, and turns to the humans with her sword drawn.
No words need to be said. The crowd consists of children, some women, a few elderly men. There is hissing and cursing, cussing and glaring, but no one argues with a sword. The crowd dissapates quickly, leaving the woman and the three children in the street.
"Are you alright?" Charith sheathes her sword and takes the two-year-old back. The boy nods shakily. The girl is sobbing. "Don't you walk away from me again," she warns them, superflously. Both children shake their heads. They link hands, the girl between the boy and the paladin. When they return to the pram, it is torn to pieces, the sheets smoldering with a badly-lit half-assed attempt at arson. Charith sighs, stamps it out, and leaves the wreck in the street. She takes the children back to the church. Two and a half years, she concludes bitterly, have do so very little to calm people down. Something needs to be done.
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Sebrintai
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Betwixt a Lady and the 'Loths?
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Post by Sebrintai on May 27, 2007 9:26:27 GMT -5
Sebrintai watches the commotion around the two elven children with a small smile. She licks some of the apple's juice off of her fingers. The paladin amuses her. So young, and so confident of her own righteousness. They always are. Adorable. The two children in the white hats- why yes, cute, certainly. She was a little tempted.
The halfling chucks the apple core over her shoulder into the alleyway. Just a little. Not very. She has other business to take care of. A child just dashed out of the library... a very special child. She sets off down the road, following the girl's trail.
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