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Post by ebbarie on Sept 3, 2017 23:20:19 GMT -6
Carefree Moments
(private RP between Keahi & Fijalahr)
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Setting
midsummer, 1700 (between chapter III and chapter IV)
Torrine
early morning, warm but cloudy
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Post by ebbarie on Sept 3, 2017 23:23:53 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged| Ambassador
Little by little, one travels far.
His feeling of time dwindled more and more. There was nothing to do inside Torrine and it became harder every day to keep himself busy. Boredom was one of the worst things of this imprisonment. Boredom and the fact that almost the whole population of Aquore was inside this way too small prison village. Well, Boredom, the overpopulation and the fact that all of those horses were strangers to him. Unnecessary to mention that not a that small part of them had heard rumors about him using his blessing on the dead defender, and they didn’t liked it at all.
So not only that they treated him with caution because he was a stranger, now they also had a really good reason to act unfriendly around him.
Well, there was one exception. Without even having thought about it, his hooves carried him the way to a certain dwelling.
Not that long ago he crossed ways with a mare that acted differently around him. There was no prejudice in her words, or gestures. She treated him with friendly caution, as if she would have treated any other stranger that was a citizen of Aquore.
Her kindness was real, not that forced political correctness he had experienced from for instance the councilors.
Keahi had woken his protective instinct, but maybe it was even more than that…
It felt great talking with her, so normal, sometimes he almost forgot where he was and why for some time.
For some time now, he visited her every day. Not only because there was not much else to do, but because he really enjoyed spending time with her.
It was still rather early in the morning when he reached her door, but he thought that he could still look if she was already awake.
Almost a little hesitate, maybe even shy, he lifted one of his heavy front legs and knocked gently at the door, carefully not to be too loud for the case that she might still be asleep.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Sept 4, 2017 0:52:08 GMT -6
KEAHI
TALORI | ENTERTAINER
It was early morning. Birds had been twittering in the trees around Keahi's hut for about an hour now, and she'd long since given up on sleep, though Aisake still slept on a pile of blankets in the corner of the room. Captivity had been hard on him, and she worried. His soft breathing was steady right now, but he often cried in the night.
The sound of hooves approaching her hut knocked her out of her thoughts and she swung around to face the door, heart in her throat. As they slowed and stopped in front of the hut, she fought to keep herself relaxed. The hoofsteps sounded familiar, like Fijalahr's, but it could be one of the Flight, come for her, or worse, for Aisake.
She opened the door with not a little fear. "Hello?"
It was a second before she recognized Fijalahr's distinct scent, so different from that of a native Talorian. It was a smell she associated with horses from far away, and it reminded her of her younger days - they already seemed so long ago, though it'd only been a year or two - when she'd spent time on the Isles of the Dead. He wasn't like the stallions she'd met there, though. He was patient with her, and didn't treat her as if she were useless and fragile like the Talori did. Talking with him was like... like talking to someone who thought of her as an equal, intellectually at least. It was the one thing she'd missed in leaving the Isles behind.
Keeping her voice soft she spoke. "Fijalahr! I'm glad you're here. Is... everything okay?" It was very early, and though he didn't sound as if anything were wrong, there was always the chance something had happened. She hoped he was just here to talk, though. Meeting him had been a bright spot in the darkness of Torrine, and she found herself looking forward more and more to their meetings.
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Post by ebbarie on Sept 8, 2017 11:52:00 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged| Ambassador
Little by little, one travels far.
It took a moment before his ears catched the sound of hesitant hoofsteps. The creaking of wood followed as the door was opened and the tensed face of the painted chestnut mare appeared.
It broke his heart to see her like this, with an expression that told him that she was expecting the worst.
It shouldn’t be like that.
She should be able to open the door without having to fear that something terrible could happen to her or her son every moment.
Luckily neither she nor her son had wings, or fins, what meant that they should be relatively safe. Relatively.
Before he could answer her hesitant “hello” she already realized who stood in front of her door. The dark stallion couldn’t even imagine how hard a life in darkness must be, but she always seemed to cope with it so well. From time to time it was easy to forget that she was actually blind.
“Good morning. No worries, everything is alright Keahi” he responded with a soft voice, trying to speak silent to not wake Aisake, which was presumably still sleeping.
“I just couldn’t sleep anymore and thought it was worth looking if you are already awake. “
Her company was the only good thing that Torrine has brought him. Without that prison he might have never met her.
It was strange, how things that protected her here in Aquore right now, for instance the fact that she was a common horse and blind, could have been possibly a reason to sell her into slavery at his own homeland.
As much negative things he had learned about the Talorians, he had also realized a few things that went wrong home in Onea.
He would never consider Keahi as weak. She had not the physical strength, but a strong will and mind.
“And you two, are you alright? No trouble the last night?” he then asked. It was rather clear that Keahi hadn’t been into any trouble since he had left yesterday, but around her he always felt a little clumsy and his silvertongue failed him regularly in her presence.
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Post by songsofinfinity on Sept 28, 2017 13:55:35 GMT -6
KEAHI
TALORI | ENTERTAINER
Keahi stepped outside and gently closed the door, not wanting to wake Aisake. He needed to get more sleep; the uncertainty of their situation had been keeping him up. Or, well, it had been keeping her up, and Aisake was picking up on her habits.
"We're fine. It was quiet tonight, praise Cascade." The words slipped off her tongue out of habit but she found herself frowning. Praising the goddess seemed a strange thing to do these days. Where had she been when the Flight was killing horses left and right?
Well, Fijalahr was here and it was too early to be considering the theological implications of the coup. For now, they could just talk. She noticed, suddenly, what he'd said. He'd sought her out. Really? Why? She loved spending time with him, but what did she really have to offer him? She, a blind entertainer from a strange country. Was it because he was an ambassador and wanted to know Talori commoners? That was probably his reasoning. But, then, why did he seek her out so often?
She pushed the train of thought away, not wanting to think where it might lead. The morning air was still and cool. Or, at least, cooler than it would be later in the day. Birds chirped and twittered in the trees around the compound, adding their noise to the canvas of sounds that made up Torrine.
The path that led to her hut wound around the perimeter of the shelters. Not far from here was a small clearing where some flowers grew. It was one of the more peaceful spots in Torrine, and would make for a lovely place to talk. She hadn't shown Fijialahr yet, and realized she was eager to do so.
"I found a little clearing a few days ago. It's quiet, would you like to talk there?"
She felt safe leaving Aisake for now. He would sleep for some time yet, and would know where to look if he did wake. He'd been spending a lot of time there, playing, which made her glad. Anything that brought distraction from their situation was welcomed.
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