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Post by fallenraen on Aug 16, 2017 19:42:27 GMT -6
Don't Wait for the World
Featuring Clythus and Rayne
Setting: Valore, Eithne. Early afternoon
Time period: Between chapters III and IV
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Post by fallenraen on Aug 16, 2017 19:43:40 GMT -6
Rayne
She had just brewed a new pot of tea, the smell of fruit mixing with incense already drifting through the shop as she escorted a customer to the door. Like many, they’d wanted to know their future. Their head was held high as they boasted, excited for what teller had seemingly foretold to them and they left quite a few shards lighter as they bounced out the door. Some nobles the girl simply didn’t understand, she thought to herself as she watched them make their way down the street before she shook her head and pulled herself away from the open door to let in the fresh air (or entice others into her shop by the smell of incense and tea).
Her own family was of noble blood, cut in half as her grandmother liked to remark with a roll of her eyes behind her mother’s back sometimes, yet that didn’t mean she understood them. Not the ones that acted as if they stood on pedestals, anyways. Not all nobles were bad, no. Some were kind, good people. Others… She questioned their morals, why wealth was just so important to them. She puffed out a sigh after taking in a breath of air and letting it inflate her cheeks comically, looking to her ceiling full of stars.
What did the gods have planned for any of them?
An ear twitched during her wonderings, catching the sound of the tea being ready that she brightened up at and skipped over to go pour into a cup for herself. Despite the guest she’d had, who mostly only spoke of themselves and made it relatively easy for her to read from her cards and predict their future of incoming wealth and prosperity as well as any children they could have wanted to inherit their fortune, it had been a peaceful day. It certainly felt like a good day, the girl content as she sank into a pillow cushion at one of the threes tables in her shop. Maybe something exciting was bound to happen.
Post count: #1 | Word count: 341
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Post by Disastercorn on Aug 21, 2017 16:20:17 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Clythus stood in front of the building, looking up at it with a strange expression upon his features. Just what was he doing here? What did he expect to get out of this? It wasn't like these 'fortune tellers' could actually predict the future or everyone would be flocking to them. But so here the stallion stood, head lifted, looking up at the sign with a sense of need and dread. He could do this...
The day so far had been laid back. Nuala had given him the day to go do as he wanted, a break so to speak, since he had been constantly on his hooves for her the last week, keeping the house in line for her. While she did like the pearl, his mistress had decided she wanted to entertain from home, maybe to even show off how well trained Clythus was. Whatever it was, the days before this had been stressful and curt. So being allowed this break was perfect... Yet it made the slave realize just how lonely he really was. He wanted someone to cherish in a way only a significant other, a lover, could.
So with a hard breath, the silver dappled male stepped into through the doorway. His long silken strands fluttering in the slight breeze. The incense that had wafted into the street only grew stronger and his nostrals flared a bit. Eyes blinked hard, trying to adjust to the different lighting inside the establishment and so he stood, awkwardly in the entrance way, looking around almost blindly. Was anyone even here?
Word Count: 262 || Post #1 |
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Post by fallenraen on Aug 23, 2017 23:42:39 GMT -6
Rayne The curtains of the main room, the only room on the ground floor really besides what could pass as a kitchen in the far back and a bathroom (with a door for privacy) for guests to use to not have them needing to go upstairs past the locked door to her apartment, were pulled back, letting the day’s sunlight shine through. Flecks of dust danced through the air, in and out of the light, and she could tell she’d probably be needing to light another incense within the next hour or two. It had been burning all morning, and though pleasant and still going, it was near its end. She watched it from her seat, the smoke that lazily trailed through the air as she sipped from her cup of tea. Moments were lost in that peace until something changed.
Someone had stepped through her shop’s door, her attention drawn to them and their pale figure. They looked a little lost. A soft snicker slipped past her lips, hopefully one they didn’t catch, the mare setting her cup down to get to her hooves and skirt around the edge of the wooden table, approaching them. How did they walk in the streets with such long locks of hair? Weren’t they afraid anyone could step on it? It wasn’t a question she asked as she dipped her head, her own hair bouncing faintly from the movement as she looked up at them from under her eyelashes and smiled from beneath the jewel bridle that sat upon her head.
“Welcome to my shop, stranger. You seem lost. For word, for direction? What is it that you seek stepping through my door?” All an act of grandeur, they called it, or whatever, Rayne lifted her head and gestured around her shop with an outstretched wing while she spoke before she cast them a side glance. Curiosity pricked her ears forward, towards them as she wondered what were they in her shop for. Had the smell of incense lured them in to check it out or had they known what she was or claimed to be as there were always skeptics in the world? Did they believe she could foretell the future?
An ear twitched before her wing folded back against her side, Rayne straightening up as she looked up them. They were indeed looking for something, weren’t they? She could tell, though she did not throw herself in to ask them too many questions or pry, no. They were probably a shy soul, one that could potentially be spooked by her if she bounced too much. It’d probably be wiser to give them a respectful space, mindful of what she said and did to not scare them off. A valuable client, as anyone that walked through her door could be, was not one to miss out on.
Post count: #2 | Word count: 474
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 13, 2018 17:12:44 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
As the scents of the incense washed over him, clogging his sense of smell he was stunned for that brief moment. Hoof rose, hair swaying down his form as he suddenly heard a voice and tried to find the source. A chestnut equine with wings so pure he nearly ran. How could a pegasus like this want to help him? Swallowing hard he forced himself to step further into the room, ears flickering this way and that.
"I... I'm not sure honestly. But... I was wondering if you could help me? I... I'd like to find love. A lover." A blush settled hard over the silver slave's cheeks, his head dropping as the dual colored eyes stared down at the floor. How could a fortune teller help with that even? Would she even want too? He was but a slave and tongue worried the brass bit between his teeth. The blue sheer fabric hung around his face like a veil. Collar matched perfectly as always. Nuala did have exquisite taste.
Body shifted as he squared himself, knowing he must always stand in a presentable state. If it was to get back to his mistress that he appeared sloppy or disheveled, then that could only hurt her name. Clythus would do no such thing. Nuala was perfect.
Word Count: 222 || Post #2 |
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