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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 15:29:42 GMT -5
He's not a child! He draws himself up to his full height (all 4'9").
I'm Aman Kaliant. Who are you?
He walks off after the woman and Tiren, getting more hungry as he smells the meat.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 15:38:20 GMT -5
She smiles at him.
"I'm Kiellu Styos, and this my nephew Tiren."
Tiren nods at Aman and takes his helmet off- red hair as bright has his aunt's comes flowing down, but it's not as short as hers. It's shoulder-length and extremely messy. They look like two candles with that bright red hair.
They sit down by the fire and Kiellu hands Aman a piece of hot meat. There is no plate or cutlery. Tiren also takes a piece and eats it greedily, but Kiellu just watches.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 16:48:50 GMT -5
Nice to meet you two.
The red hair makes them look cool. He grins.
He accepts his meat, transferring it from hand to hand to keep it from burning his fingers while he eats it.
*muffled* Thanks.
When he's done he pulls a slightly dirty handkerchief out of his pocket and cleans his hands and face.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 16:51:33 GMT -5
"You're welcome."
Kiellu smiles. She watches both boys eat their dinner. Tiren takes another piece, but watches Aman from over it. The aunt hums a bit to herself, then she stretches and looks at Aman again.
"So, you're from the White Woods?"
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 17:37:15 GMT -5
He stuffs the handkerchief back into his trouserpocket.
I am.
No sense in denying it, Satorius had already told Tiren.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 17:42:44 GMT -5
She chuckles and hands him a glass of ale. It's a watery substance that won't make a bunny drunk if it drank four barrels.
"Here you go."
Tiren finishes his meal and looks wistfully down at the bone that was in his second servings. He takes a dagger from his belt, hacks off the ends and starts removing the marrow, very carefully.
"Do your parents know you're here?"
Kiellu looks curiously at Aman, running a hand through her hair.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 6, 2004 7:33:00 GMT -5
He shrugs, hiding his unease. She doesn't know. She must be worried. He's never been away this long without telling her beforehand, and if something happens to him, she'll never know.
She doesn't.
He takes the glass, sipping the contents carefully. He pulls a face. What is this?
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Post by Entarion on Nov 6, 2004 17:29:09 GMT -5
Kiellu, picking up on the she shoots him a sympathetic glance, then looks at Tiren. He may have gotten it too, because he looks away, hiding his face. The fire flares up, making their torch-like hair flare, too.
"She must be worried."
Kiellu taps her fingers on her knee and laughs at Aman's face.
"What?"
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 6, 2004 18:04:12 GMT -5
He seems to miss the glance, he doesn't react to it. He can handle this, he has all the past years.
Not much now. She is angry when I'm not there for dinner.
He looks at the glass, thankful for the distraction.
What is this? It's funny.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 6, 2004 18:27:36 GMT -5
"But the White Woods are miles away. How long have you been going?"
She laughs.
"It's ale. Never had ale before?"
Tiren looks at Aman again, but still doesn't speak.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 8, 2004 10:53:16 GMT -5
The woman in the black cloak walks to her tent, enters, and sits down on a thin rug. She obviously expects Satorius to do the same. The interior of the place is highly Spartan. Alright, start talking.*Satorius sits and crosses his legs underneath him.* What do you wish for me to talk about? Why I'm here, who I am...?
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Post by Entarion on Nov 8, 2004 11:02:27 GMT -5
[Moving to the Lurendin thread ]
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Post by Entarion on Dec 9, 2004 5:31:17 GMT -5
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