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Post by Disastercorn on May 11, 2017 0:47:45 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
His days always ended on the Guilded Bridge. It seemed to be a fabricated false hood of the goodness of Valore and all it could hold. It was a veil, a shield for those who lived in this city and Clythus was beginning to see through it. As his outings evolved and his connections grew, the true ways of the city he had been sheltered from where being torn down, brick by hard brick. The labor slaves where not treated as well as he had hoped. The looming war with Serora and the unease yet yearning for blood through some of the Chevaliers made Clythus nervous around them. He could feel a strange tension settling over the city. Something he wasn't fond of. He almost missed being naive to the world and all it's plights. Sheltered and cared for by his master, who in the silver dapple buckskin's eyes was as strong and steady as stone. Nothing could shake Altair (NPC).
As his foot steps carried him over the bridge once more, seeming unable to find anything new within it's stone railings he paused. A hint of something shiny caught his gaze as it glistened and flickered, discarded on the ground. Forgotten maybe? Or lost? He wasn't sure but he couldn't help his drive to inspect it as his hooves carried him forward. Head tipped as he stared down at the intricate jewelry, aura gently lifting it from the ground as he looked from side to side. How could someone discard something so delicate. Clearly someone had spent so much time to perfect it, only to have the item end up on the ground where it could so easily be trampled into nothing.
Frowning he lifted his head more, to look amongst the waning crowd and see if a stall carried such finery. He took his time in reexamining each stall, to see if a match could be found. Sure enough, not more then 30 feet away lay a stall adorned with the same techniques and craftsmanship to match the item he held. Yet the male hesitated. Would he be seen as a thief if he returned such a thing? Would he be labeled as a good for nothing? Surely not! He was doing the right thing! With a small shake of his head and a breath to regain his thoughts he approached the stall, setting the jewelry down on it's surface. "Excuse me?" Clythus called gently, looking around the establishment. "I found something that might belong to you..."
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2017 11:07:04 GMT -6
A D A G I O
Show kindness, even to those colder than you.
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Nothing could be worse than ignorance. As innocent as she was, even Adagio was oblivious to the shifting world around her. The approaching war between Aodhians and Serorans had only been like circulating rumors to her, and she hardly believed it could be for just a few slaves. If there really was a war about to occur, surely it had been for a very good reason. Surely, the Serorans had done something barbaric enough to stir Aodh to its core, right?
Right?
Oh well. Adagio scarcely even payed attention to political matters anyways. She was far too wrapped up in her own matters to consider the changing world, and whenever she thought about it she'd fiercely push it down into the back of her mind yet again. The merchant filly was yet again filling her head with Breiman Lore and customs, further driving her undying wish to visit its glistening halls. A darn shame that she didn't realize just how driven apart the two herds had become.
Behind her, Favian was sitting on his high perch, tucked under the shade of the merchant tent. The barn owl was preening himself, as per usual--such a bird had already made himself an identity out of being so vain. Much like his equine companion, he paid no attention to his surroundings, too engrossed in his own plumage to notice the bridled stallion approaching the stand.
The soft, meek voice of servile slave made Adagio nearly jolt, and she slammed the book shut instinctively. One could see, out of the cloud of dust that resulted, Adagio's frayed expression--large blue eyes, and taut lips almost curved into a startled frown. "Uuuh, hello, hello hello---" She was NOT just reading a book about Breim if anyone asked. "Oh! Thanks! Must've...the breeze must've blown that over..." She mumbled casually, taking the stray circlet and placing it beside her.
Almost too casual. Adagio nearly forgot to ask if he was here for a reason, like her father instructed her. "Yes! Are you here to browse our wares? We've got a nice of selection of bridles on the left, for only half the price! We're uh...tryin' to clear those ones out, ya see."
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Post by Disastercorn on May 16, 2017 22:01:59 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
The stallion stared, his eyes wide as he watched the young filly startle. Head rose up quickly, knocking the top of the stall slightly, startling him again before he backed up. A frown graced his features, lips curving down and eyes creasing just slightly. He did not like startling others. It was not something that was high on his to do list. With a small shake of his head he gathered himself back together and stepped closer to the stall again. The book hadn't gone unnoticed. But he was intrigued. Briem? Wasn't that the tunnel herd? Head tipped a bit as the silver dapple buckskin smiled softly.
"It's ok. I'm glad it's where it belongs now." He was about to part ways when a thought took over his brain. Maybe this filly would know of a library, or somewhere to read. He could always use more knowledge. His mouth opened, about to speak when the other spoke for him. Ears lowered and he looked at the beautiful gems and metal weaved into beauty. A slave should never own something this stunning without it being gifted to them. With a small swallow, Clythus shook his head, hair rippling down to the ground like water. "No miss, they are stunning but sadly I'm not... Looking for a new bridal." Instead the finely boned head tipped, eyes glinting with a new mission. Find the library!
"I was actually curious if... You could help me find the library?" He hadn't been to that staple yet in Valore and knowing it's whereabouts he was sure would come in handy. At some point. His back hoof moved, dragging along the stones to gather his tail and with a flick of his ankle he sent the strands skittering along the ground and out of the path of on coming equines. The market was winding down for the night, the sun slowly descending down. Maybe this filly would be able to show the way, a torch in the encroaching darkness.
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