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Post by wistfullydreaming on Dec 27, 2017 20:14:33 GMT -6
A casual encounter at The Pearl |
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Post by wistfullydreaming on Dec 27, 2017 20:17:37 GMT -6
Cattleya Between the horrific loss of their king and the destruction of their beautiful city, many Aodhians were trying to get their lives back together. They salvaged what they could from their ruined homes and began rebuilding what they could. Days were spent digging through the rubble before architects and labor slaves started the daunting task of recreating the city. Cattleya had spent the better portion of her days helping her mothers. They lived in the apartment complexes next to the Pearl’s old location, and due to their close proximity, their apartment was nearly totaled. With the help of her brother, the family was able to pack up the usable belongings left behind from the wreckage and helped the two older mares move into their new apartment. Once she was sure that her family was taken care of, Cattleya began focusing on moving her own belongings. While her personal effects were already cozily placed in her (and her brother’s) new place, her professional items were still scattered among various places. Cattleya had utilized the help of her brother to move most of her items to just outside the Pearl’s new location but she had still yet to set up her new room. “This should be fun,” the courtesan mused with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Slowly, she began selecting items, the soft lavender glow of her teke picking them up off the street and suspending them in the air. “That should be good,” she said as she began walking into the Pearl, her items bobbing and floating behind her as she made her way through the bustle of the new Pearl. A soft sigh escaped her lips as the familiar energy of the establishment began filling her body and soul—the Pearl was back and so was she. |
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Post by Disastercorn on Feb 15, 2018 19:00:05 GMT -6
CLYTHUS
Clythus had barely had time to come to terms with the fact that he had nearly died, that nuala had nearly died. To think that a dragon had been sleeping beneath their very hooves... To think if there was more?! He had broken his leg escaping the pearl with Nuala on his back, but a friend, his good friend Bale, had come and helped heal that back to normal. It had hurt, of course it had, but the stallion was now walking without issue.
Coming to the new pearl felt strange, a stand in, for the one being build. It wasn't home, not yet. Having brought some of Nuala's items to dress up her room, he moved into it and set them down, sorting them. The task was simple and easy to follow but it let him with a lot of time on his hooves after. Long hair was almost always in the way, but the stallion had gotten used to it, used to moving it this way and that. Body shifting to angle it away from steps and other equines. It was an art form and dancing when he could helped the mane and tail flow effortlessly. A fun pass time.
Eventually he stepped out of the room and paused as another worker was filling up another room, destined to be their own, as well. With a soft clearing of this throat the slave kept his head low, veiled bridal and brass bit shifting around his mouth. "Would you like any help miss?" He offered, not really sure if he should speak but he didn't see why not.
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