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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 14:57:42 GMT -5
From the corner she watched Ephen enter his house. He looked desolate and unhappy. She shrugged, and detached herself from the wall she had been leaning against. The waiting had not been pleasant, as she got mistaken for a jinkshirt by various hopeful males. Her sword made them rethink their assumptions.
She walked over to the house, her sword hidden in the folds of her dress again. She pushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, and knocked on the door, a hesitant knock. Biting her lip, she looked cold and helpless, waiting for somebody, anybody to open the door.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 15:09:36 GMT -5
He closes his eyes. Now what? He sighs and walks downstairs again, opens the door and looks at the girl.
Yes?
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 16:46:42 GMT -5
She made as to move through the door, past Ephen.
I'msorry,butI'mnewtothecityandI'mbeingfollowedbysomenastymen, andIneedaplacetohidefromthemandyoulookedniceandIwashopingifIcouldstayhereforamomentuntilthey'vegoneaway.
She pouted, making puppy-eyes at Ephen, looking not only helpless but scared and tired too.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 16:57:26 GMT -5
Well I never!
He growls and is about to grab the insolent girl by the scruff of the neck, when he sees her pleading look. He growls again and closes the door behind her.
Alright then if you must.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 17:18:59 GMT -5
Thankyouthankyouthankyou!
She smiled at Ephen, and wandered off into the main room, looking around her.
I'm Harmony.
Nice place...She wrapped her arms around herself as she realised how cold she was, still looking around the room.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 17:23:18 GMT -5
He sighs and follows her up the stairs.
Good to know.
He shakes his head, takes his still-a-bit-warm coat off the rack, and throws it around her shoulders before sitting down. He hopes she's not a thief, but if she is, he can handle her.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 17:52:28 GMT -5
Her smile got wider, hugging the coat around her, and taking in the trapped bits of warmth.
Thank you!
You really are a nice man. My mother always said I was a good judge of character, and she was right, may she rest in peace.
She wandered over to the other side of the room. Picture of a brown-haired woman, scratched if you looked really really close at it. She reached out a hand, tracing the line of the face, the hair, without touching the picture at all.
Pretty lady. What happened to the picture? Cat got at it?
She looked at the man, curious.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 18:00:07 GMT -5
It's getting darker, so he lights a few candles. In the light, it's clear the woman's hair is actually black, not brown, but the sunlight may have bleached it a bit. He sits back down.
Yes.
He frowns a bit and looks past her at the picture.
That was my wife.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 18:09:55 GMT -5
She's really pretty.
She looked sad at the past tense.
Oh, I'm sorry.
She wandered back to Ephen.
I didn't mean to make you sad again, after you helping me out and all.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 18:14:50 GMT -5
He shrugs reluctantly.
Don't worry about it.
Gets up.
I'm making myself dinner. If you want some, you can join me.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 18:36:26 GMT -5
Okidoki!
She brightened again.
Yes, please!
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 18:40:06 GMT -5
He shakes his head. Any brighter and that kid will start glowing. Ah well. He walks into the tiny kitchen and starts making some simple dinner- not terribly high-quality, and not terribly uncommon food, but then again, he is a craftsman with a craftsman's salary, and he doesn't like cooking all that much. It smells reasonably good though.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 1, 2004 18:49:31 GMT -5
She trailed after him, standing out of the kitchen but near enough to watch him.
That smells nice.
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Post by Rinathan on Dec 1, 2004 18:52:15 GMT -5
He smiles a bit grimly, but that seems to be his normal smile. He fills two plates and hands her one.
There.
He walks to the table in the livingroom and gets two spoons out of a drawer, one of which he gives to her.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Dec 2, 2004 9:07:14 GMT -5
Thank you sir.
She took the spoon and the plate and began eating. Standing, since he did not offer a place to sit.
This is good, thanks!
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