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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 12:57:30 GMT -6
A Place to Rest
Thea | Fijalahr
Plot:
Fijalahr has just returned to Onea and, due to recent events, needs a place to rest before checking in. He just so happens to show up at Thea's door.
Time of Day: Evening
Weather: Coooold, lightly snowing
Location: Farmlands, at Thea's orchard
Timeline: After Chapter 5 |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 13:06:56 GMT -6
The sun was slowly dropping from the sky, painting beautiful colors in the sky. However, most of it was covered by fluffy, cotton ball clouds, their tops reflecting the warm colors of the sunset. Light snow drifted from said clouds, settling on the ground of the farmlands. Winter was a slow time for the farming family, as they made most of their money off fruit crop. Due to the lack of work, most had left the household to spent time in town. Thea, however, did not. The moment the temperature dropped, she slammed the door and propped herself up by the fire.
Heat rolled from the fireplace as she laid before it, bundled up in puffed up wings and her step-father's pelts. She had been in War-Forged for over ten years now; one would think she was used to the cold by now.. but, no. She was still a thin-coated, shivering mess. It didnt help that this winter held the worst storms she had ever seen, but at least they had settled down.. for now.
Her teeth chattered as she reached for another log to feed the flames, welcoming the embers that touched her face. She was sure she smelt of soot and ash, but she didnt care. The closer to the fire she could sit without getting burnt, the better she was off.
Her ears pressed back as she heard hooves approaching through the snow. She glanced at the door with a narrowed gaze, hoping it was just a neighbor passing through their lawn to get home. However, the hooves stopped at her door, and after a brief moment, a knock sounded.
Sighing, Thea pulled herself up from her place on the floor, tucking the pelts tightly against her small form before she waddled toward the door. She opened it slowly, peeking through the crack with curious blue eyes. She half expected the company to be Veresk, but was surprised by another. She recognized him, but couldnt remember his name.
"Ambassador?" Her voice came out in a squeak before she suddenly remembered the door was still only opened but a crack. Taking a step back, she pulled the door open with her, inviting him in. Her gaze shifted to his horn, her head tipping. Had that always been there?
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Post by ebbarie on Feb 8, 2018 1:25:08 GMT -6
Fijalahr | War-Forged| Ambassador
Little by little, one travels far.
Home. He could hardly believe it. Yet here he was. It had only been one and a half years, but to him it felt like a lifetime since he last saw the great, snowcapped mountains of his home.
Nonetheless he felt like he had not much in common with the Fijalahr that had left so many months ago. All the trouble just to avoid the marriage that his father had arranged. Silly, but the Ambassador did not regretted his decision.
The journey had changed him, both in temper and appearance.
Although it had been a few days already, that Kaia had blessed him with a new shape, but he still wasn't used to see the strange footprints he left in the fresh snow with his now cloven hooves, nor the weight of the horn on his head. Yet he would, he just needed more time...hopefully.
The bare trees that bordered his way, crackled silent with every new cold gust of wind. This, together with the sound his hooves made with every step, were the only noises around him. And Fijalahr was more than glad about it.
The orchard appeared completely abandoned, except for the light that flickered behind a window at the nearby farmhouse he was aiming for.
It hadn't been easy to convince the Valkyries to let him go alone, especially after what they just witnessed, but he assured them that he needed some time off, before he would get in touch with the Stone Circle and The Warlord. They had been hesitant, but he was persistent.
After providing him with a cloak to keep him warm they parted ways and finally, the Ambassador had been alone again. For the very first time in over six months. Actually he had planed to travel away from the roads, and to slowly make his way to Mount Skelder, but when he saw the orchard in the distance, he changed his mind.
However, he almost regretted his decision when he heard Thea's thoughts. She was home, but obviously not really fond of visitors. For a moment he considered walking away again, but with every minute it got colder and colder, and his cloak was only a slight protection from the freezing cold.
A warm smile appeared on his face, when the door was opened a little. "Good evening Thea. I hope I don't bother you?" he said friendly and hesitated for a moment to enter the house, because he could still feel her discomfort, but that resistance quickly failed when the next cold gust reached him, and he quickly made a step inside.
"I don't know if I remember, but my name is Fijalahr" he helped her out and tried to block out her thoughts. On the way back to Onea he had become better at it but it still required lots of concentration from him.
"It's impolite, but I wanted to ask if you might allow me to stay at your home until the morning? I had no chance to get some winter fur in Aquore and kinda underestimated the good old Onean winter..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2018 15:46:26 GMT -6
She smiled as he offered his name, almost as if he could feel her struggle to come up with it. She nodded as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. She was already shivering again from the cold air that drifted in with the ambassador, so she slowly started to inch closer to the fire. She paused if he asked if he could stay for the night, glancing toward him with a quirked brow. She had heard of Aquore, but she didnt know much about it. As far as she knew, it was full of pirates and thieves.. how anyone would want to go there, she wouldnt know. However, as she studied the taller stallion before her, she nodded. She could see his coat was thin, even compared to her own. If she was freezing, so was he.
"Of course." She replied with a soft smile, dipping her head ever so slightly to keep her messy hair from falling into her eyes. She normally had it pulled into a braid, but had opted to leave it down. It was a long wavy mess, and she found herself regretting her decision. She probably looked as though she had just rolled out of bed.
"Please, make yourself comfortable." She added quickly, wanting to avoid the possibility of an awkward silence. "My parents and brother went to town, but from the looks of the snow out there, they may end up staying with friends for the night." She nodded toward the window, noticing the light snow from before was slowly falling heavier.
She glanced back toward Fijalahr, finding herself, once again, staring at his horn. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly in thought as she tried to remember if he had had that before. She felt as though it was silly to forget if someone was a unicorn, but..
"Im sorry." She suddenly blurted out, her ears flicking to the side. "But.. h-have you always had that?" She tried to tear her gaze away from his horn, but was unable. It was just so beautiful. "The, uh, the horn, i mean."
Smooth. She thought to herself, biting her lip.
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