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Post by jessimyre on Apr 9, 2007 6:21:19 GMT -5
Dreya stood, torn. Should she? Shouldn't she? Suddenly and before she could change her mind she nodded once to Sophie and turned on her heel and sprinted to her rooms. Feverishly she shoved her belongings, scant though they were into her pack and within very few minutes she was racing back down the stairs, the excitement flushing her face.
She came back to Sophie out of breath. Grinning, she panted. "I'm ready."
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Post by blossom on Apr 9, 2007 7:41:43 GMT -5
"Excellent," Sofie grinned back broadly, then with a graceful athleticism swung herself up onto the chestnut. She reached down a hand for Dreya, "I'll help you up."
Edward silently shook his head from where he watched on his bay. He had already decided not to argue; Sofie had only asked that he escort them to Arin, no more, and it was none of his concern if the girls wanted to abandon a life of relatively safety for 'adventure' in Arin. He just wanted to get back to his library.
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 9, 2007 13:02:47 GMT -5
Anaz paused just outside the stable yard to listen in on the conversation between the serving girls. "Just my luck," he muttered. "Now there are five people going to Arin who know what I look like and might notice me. Time to get to work." He urged the brown onto the street, setting him on the road toward Arin. Alone again, as it had always been. Not even Magess Anjala would be willing to travel with Anaz Lucar. His lips thinned over his teeth in what could barely be called a smile, and two children playing by the road scrambled away, neither daring to even cast more than one fearful glance behind at him. Anaz chuckled and set his jaw. "Run...run away. They all do, in the end." *****
Breeze reined in her horse in the trees on the outskirts of Eren. She could sense her quarry coming nearer. She calmly prepared the nets, her weapons and defenses, and then settled down to wait. The dapple under her turned into a living statue of grey, blending easily into the mingling of tree shadows and sunlight.
*****
Demanvar walked the black up to the Curio's Box and dismounted, tying the reins to the post in front. He pushed open the door and took a quick look around at the interior. There were only five others scattered around the room besides the barkeep, and all of them looked dangerous. He wended his way among the tables toward the bar, keeping a wary eye on those around him and leaned on the bar, catching the attention of the barkeep. "Ale."
The black eyes of the sturdy barkeep studied him for a moment, then the man silently pulled up a mug and set it in front of Demanvar, who spun a silver onto the bar. "Also, Breeze told me to ask for Wildair. Can you direct me to them?" He kept his voice low, sensing that every ear in the Curio's Box was stretching to catch even the slightest syllable.
The barkeeper nodded. "Wildair." His deep voice flowed over the word with a lilt and a ring that brought every head around toward them. "Breeze sent him to find you."
A slender form in long robes rose from a table in the far corner and came toward the bar. "As to that, I'll no be sure, least 'till you describe Breeze tae me." A white hand slipped the cowl back from the face, reavealing wildly curling black hair and bright amber eyes. Wildair laughed at his expression, then turned to the room. "All raight lads, ye kin all stop the pretending! Give the fellow a welcome a' th' least!"
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Post by blossom on Apr 12, 2007 16:44:55 GMT -5
Hester moved the mare and the caravans along at a quick, lively pace, a bright smile of happiness plastered across her face. Her sister, after that brief shining moment of kindness, had given her a disdainful look as if she really was an idiot and turned back to flirt with the boys. She didn't quite seem as enthusiastic as before though, Hester noticed, not after the handsome soldier had given her cold shoulder.
Hester giggled silently, remembering. With the sun shining warmly down on her shoulders it all seemed like a dream. Surely it couldn't be real? Surely a handsome soldier couldn't have spoken to her and ignored her sister? Surely he couldn't have liked her music but been unattracted by her sister's beautiful hair and eyes and flawless complexion? Surely no one could have offered her a life outside of this scornful ostracization, where she might learn to communicate?
No, surely it could not be real.
But for the moment, driving along to the rapidly approaching city of Eren, with a song in her heart and a smile on her face, Hester was content to let herself believe it was.
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 12, 2007 16:57:23 GMT -5
Anaz scowled as a line of wagons came toward him along the road to Eren. Whoever the lead driver was looked entirely too happy. His scowl deepened, then smoothed out as he assumed the pose that formed him into a virtual nonentity.
***
Breeze sighed as the convergence of a caravan and a man on horseback disrupted the quiet. Just what she needed to make everything that much harder. Her quarry was approaching soon...
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Post by blossom on Apr 13, 2007 4:56:49 GMT -5
Hester was sure to keep her eyes on the road this time, and so noticed the man on horseback well enough in advance to direct the caravans to the inside of the road, leaving the man enough room to pass.
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 13, 2007 10:51:49 GMT -5
Anaz nodded to the girl driving, forcing down his ever-present anger, and began to trot his horse on by.
**** Breeze felt her muscles slowly stiffen as she recognized the man who was passing by on the nondescript brown horse, then her mouth shaped itself into what was, for her, a wide smile. Anaz Lucar. What a catch! But... Her glance traveled back to the caravan, and she shook her head. She couldn't; not with that many witnesses. She needed to keep to her primary target.
***** Demanvar nodded to the others as they came into the brighter light around the bar, each person striking in his or her own way. At last, Wildair waited, nodding to the others to back away a bit.
"Breeze rides a dapple grey, has long silver-blond hair and grey eyes," Demanvar said quietly. "She speaks well and doesn't smile."
Wildair laughed and clapped her hands. "Aye! Ye've got the lass pinned on a point! Al'raigh then. The one you seek has lavender eyes."
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Post by blossom on Apr 13, 2007 11:57:31 GMT -5
Hester smiled back at the man, then continued towards the gate of Eren. She hoped they would be allowed to pass through the city; it would add an extra four days to their journey if they were to travel around it.
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Magess Anjala swept up the broad marble staircase in a regal fashion. Her robes, which had been dark blue in Eren, had been changed for a set that was blood red. Her black hair fell in curls onto her shoulders, contrasting with the deep crimson.
The carpet laid along the corridors was a red to match her robes, thick and soft. Her sandals stepping on it made no sound. She followed the carpet to a set of tall, oak doors, inlaid with gold and carved with depicitions of the mages' greatest triumphs. Anjala almost laughed as she always did when she saw them; they had been outrageously exaggerated, just like the tapestry downstairs.
"Anjala."
The Magess turned just as she raised a hand to knock, and saw Mage Zillar watching her. He appeared young, in his early twenties, with spiky blond hair and green eyes that glittered with mischief. But like all those on the High Mage Council he possessed an air of agelessness. Anjala had never been able to pinpoint was it was; perhaps a certain smoothness of the skin, like carved marble, or a wisdom about the eyes that betrayed their youthful appearances. Everyone knew the Mages' apparant youth was not real. No one alive now could remember exactly how old they really were, except perhaps the Elves, and they rarely involved themselves in human affairs.
"Zillar," Anjala smiled warmly.
"Reporting to Saehenine?" Zillar asked with a boyish grin.
"Of course."
"I won't keep you then. But come down to the lounge when you're finished; we've not see you for a while."
"I'll do that," Anjala agreed, and with another grin Zillar continued on his way to the staircase.
Anjala turned back and raised her fist to the door. However, her hand had not touched the wood when a voice called from inside,
"Come in, Anjala."
It was young, silky and feminine. But Anjala knew that the owner of that voice was older than the rest of the Council put together. She had lived in the days before the Council was even formed, had been advisor to Kings and Queens. What sights and knowledge lay stored in that mind Anjala couldn't even begin to fathom.
She pushed open the heavy oak doors, which were well oiled and silent. They closed behind her as she stepped through and bowed, deeply.
"Saehenine."
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 13, 2007 12:57:42 GMT -5
The signal which had alerted her to her quarry disappeared, and Breeze shook her head and turned the horse into the trees. Following a mage required time...and that was something she had plenty of. A thought came to her, and her eyes lightened to silvery-grey as she reined in the horse. She might not be able to reach her primary target at the moment...but Anaz Lucar was well within her reach. For the second time that day, a smile flashed across her face.
**** Anaz picked up the pace of his horse as he passed near the last of the caravan. He was getting a prickly feeling on the back of his neck, and the sense of magic was strong. He whipped the horse between the last two wagons, leaving a cursing driver in his wake, and sent the brown plunging through the trees.
*** Demanvar nodded to the group with a smile and turned toward the door. "Thank you."
The voice of the barkeeper stopped him. "Hey there; you forget something."
Demanvar turned back, puzzled, and the barkeep sent the silver flashing through the air to him. Demanvar caught it with a nod and another smile, which was returned by the bartender, and went out to the black.
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Post by blossom on Apr 13, 2007 14:56:08 GMT -5
**Oooops ... I just stuffed up Breeze's plans, didn't I? LOL, sorry!!!**
Saehenine was sat with her back to the door, at an ornate mahogany desk against the far wall. A long sheaf of parchment was rolled out in front of her, and she was steadily scratching away with an eagle quill. Scratching was a relative term, however; Anjala knew Saehenine's script was a flowing, elegant cursive.
"Sit down, Anjala," Saehenine said now, without turning round.
They were in Saehenine's private chambers. Between Saehenine and the door were three long couches, placed like three sides of a rectangle around a low, wooden table. To the right of the desk was an open door leading to Saehenine's bedchamber, and to the left a door leading to her private bathroom. The most powerful Magess, Saehenine lived in more luxury than the Prince himself, most likely.
With a wry grin, Anjala took the couch that allowed her the best view of Saehenine.
"Well?" Saehenine asked, "I believe you came here to report."
"You'll never believe who I met in Eren," Anjala answered.
"Who?" Saehenine sounded disinterested, and didn't look up from her letter.
"Anaz Lucar."
That got her attention. Saehenine raised her head and observed Anjala in a hawk-like way from her pale eyes. She had stopped writing. For a while they watched each other, and then Saehenine broke the silence.
"Why was he in Eren?"
"Following someone."
"Of course," Saehenine's voice was quiet, a near whisper, "You talked?"
"Of course. The Commander of Serin has sent a message to one of the Council with a solider Courier -"
"I know."
"- And apparantly I'm being followed by an assassin." Anjala finished bemusedly.
"Interesting. Who?"
"I don't know. But," she leant forward and lowered her voice, "Anaz seemed to think they were sent by a member of the Council."
"The Council?" Even now Saehenine didn't sound surprised.
"Yes. But who could it be? Why?"
"Well, I didn't send them. And I doubt you hired an assassin to tail yourself. So that leaves Jircef, Tris, Reia, Alecin, Zillar, and our latest member, Emil."
Anjala almost laughed. The most recent appointment to the Council, a young man named Emil, had been appointed nearly a hundred years ago now. But to Saehenine it obviously didn't seem that long.
"Yes, indeed. The question though," she said, "Is which one?"
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 17, 2007 11:00:01 GMT -5
lol, it's ok! Breeze can work with it. We'll just assume that Anjala had a one-time(?) teleport or whatever. *** Demanvar mounted the black with a wave and a brief smile to the watching faces in the doorway as he trotted the horse onward. He scanned the terrain for anyone nearby, then began to link up what description he had of the mage to receive the message. "Lavender eyes. Like that Magess in Eren...but blond hair, while she had black. Slender and a bit shorter than most, but quick, very quick. Scholarly features--whatever that means--strong hands." He sighed. The last piece of information he needed was if the Mage was a Mage or a Magess. Well, he knew that there were a few more towns between the Curio's Box and Arin. **** Anaz felt he was gaining on his pursuer when a large gorge appeared before the hooves of his horse. The brown wheeled sharply, almost throwing him off, and then stood, trembling. He took a quick look back uphill, then slapped his heels into the horse's sides as he saw pale color rushing toward him. Even as the horse leapt forward, sticky strands wrapped around them, bringing the horse to a jolting stop. There was a sting, like a bug bite, on his neck, and then the trees and sky swirled together, pulling him down into blackness and a silky, amused voice... "Anaz Lucar..."
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Post by blossom on Apr 17, 2007 11:30:52 GMT -5
Well ... since Jessi hasn't posted, I'm going to assume that Dreya got on the horse ....
*** "Ohhh, Singers!" Sofie cooed as they walked out of Eren's gates. She was so entranced by the sight of the brightly coloured caravans, and the sound of the brown-skinned travellers' music, that she completely forgot to look back and watch the gates close on her home town.
"They're just people, Sofie." Ed said softly, and Sofie threw him a look that said Don't spoil my fantasy.
"I wanna stay and listen!"
"Sofie!" Ed was exasperated. They weren't even one hundred metres from the gates of Eren and already Sofie wanted to stop.
"I wanna! Don't you, Drey?"
****
Hester sat off to the side as her people performed, somewhat miserably, although she looked happy. The guards on the gates had said it was too late for all the caravans to pass through, but they could continue in the morning. The Singers had agreed and set up to peform for those still travelling.
She listened in admiration as her sister and her friends sang and danced and clapped, and not for the first time she wished she had a voice. Looking down at her harp, she clutched it to her tightly, holding on to the soldier's promise that there was a life waiting for her in Serin. She just had to be patient.
***
"And what of your original intent?" Saehenine asked, going back to her letter.
"Ah. Well. That."
"And what does that mean?"
"She wasn't there. My apologies Saehenine." Anjala bowed humbly where she sat.
"You mean she wasn't in Eren, or she wasn't home?"
"She wasn't in Eren."
"I see. Thank you."
Anjala knew she was being dismissed, but as she reached the door she hesitated and turned back.
"Yes?" Saehenine asked.
"May I ask .... this girl. Who is she?"
"Someone I want to find."
Anjala bowed, accepting the reproof, and left the room. She felt somewhat hurt, and angry. She and Jircef were next to Saehenine in power and authority. It was not like the Magess to keep them in the dark. So why now? What was so important about the girl she had been sent to find in Eren?
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 19, 2007 10:39:07 GMT -5
Anaz woke slowly, the world still spinning around . He lay quiet for a moment, listening and waiting for things to settle down. No one was nearby, or moving around, so he sat up. A tug at the skin on his neck prompted him to reach up and disengage the tiny hook there with one expert twist of his fingers.
A step in rustling leaves on the other side of the clearing alerted him, and he looked up, his narrow, cold blue eyes meeting the flat grey stare of a woman.
**** Demanvar drew his horse to a weary stop at the single Inn in the small town they had come into that evening. He slid down and led the black around to the stables in back, looking around for the hostler.
He heard a step behind him and turned quickly, catching sight of a furtive shape in the shadows. A girl's quick, breathless voice said hurriedly, "You can't stay... There are enough of them to kill you! Just know that their name has an 'e' in it... OH!"
Footsteps were clattering toward the stable and Demanvar, with one apologetic look at the drooping head of his horse, sprang back into the saddle, tossing the girl one of his few golds. "Go!" he hissed, and then asked the black for his best speed. With a toss of his head, the horse jumped forward and around the turn into the street, brushing by a small knot of men.
Angry yells rose behind them as they fled into the night.
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Post by blossom on Apr 23, 2007 10:50:21 GMT -5
The rest of the Mage Council were gathered in the lounge below Saehenine's room. It was lavishly decorated in reds and yellows, silk drapes hanging down and intricately carved columns winding their way up the walls. The ceiling was one giant masterpiece, and beautiful, delicate and detailed work of art.
Anjala entered just as Zillar finished telling the others a particularly coarse joke he had heard from a sailor the day before. Emil and Alecin laughed quietly, and Jircef roared with laughter, his great barrel chest shaking. Reia and Tris, by contrast, remained in icy, scornful silence.
"Anjala!" Zillar cried happily, spotting here, "Would you like to hear this joke I just -"
"No. Thank you." Anjala cut across him. Zillar looked somewhat dejected but remained silent.
"How are you Anjala?" Reia asked in her silky voice. She prided herself on its soothing, motherly quality, but Anjala found it rather disconcerting.
"Well, Reia," Anjala replied to the black-haired girl, "You?"
"Very."
"How did your mission in Eren go?" Jircef asked, still chuckling.
"It didn't."
"You didn't find her?"
"No."
"Who is she?" Emil asked, pushing his dark fringe out of his eyes.
"I have no idea," Anjala answered, sinking down onto one of the armchairs, "All I know is Saehenine really wants to find her."
"So nothing happened?" Tris asked, watching her with his perceptive black gaze.
"Did I say that?" Anjala retorted.
"So something did happen?" Reia asked impatiently.
"What? What?" Zillar urged.
"I met that Anaz Lucar. Apparantly I'm being followed by an assassin, my dears," Anjala announced dramatically. She watched the others carefully, gauging their reaction. They all seemed surprised, thoughtful, concerned. The perfect reaction. It was impossible to tell if one of them had hired the hitman.
"But ... why?" Zillar asked, clearly bewildered.
"Because she's a powerful Magess," Jircef said in his deep voice, "Second only to Saehenine."
"But who?" Tris voiced what all of them had been thinking.
"I don't know." Anjala confessed. The jovial atmosphere she had walked into had dissipated, replaced by a tension that was palpable. They sat watching as the sun sank below the horizon in silence, all of them but one wondering the same thing. Who had sent the assassin after Anjala?
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 24, 2007 10:27:50 GMT -5
"The name begins with an 'R'," the innkeeper who had stopped Demavar said quickly, keeping his voice low and darting quick glances up and down the quiet street. It was hours before dawn, but the innkeeper had warned him against staying in town even for a nap, and had brought out a small bag of food. But...the black could not go farther tonight with a rider of his weight. He needed another horse.
"Thank you. Is there a stable nearby? My horse needs a rest."
The innkeeper nodded jerkily, his eyes wide and nervous. "No need, no need to wake anyone else up. A moment...yes, just a moment." He nodded again, and scurried into the innyard. After a minute or two, he reappeared, leading a well-built chestnut. "Wind's Fire will do...yes, yes he will. J-just be sure to leave him with the next one...or in Arin. Yes, yes." He shoved the reins at Demanvar, nodded again, then disappeared inside.
Demanvar shook his head, bemused, then made his way through town and stopped just outside to switch saddles and start again. He was very tired, but it would not be the first time he'd ridden all night.
****
"Anaz Lucar..." that silky voice said again, and he gave her a quick, searching glance, his own voice measured and cool. "And you are the assassin sent after Magess Anjala."
The woman nodded. "That I am. But..." she smiled slowly, "in this case, I was not acting as an assassin. You needn't have worried."
Anaz let one of his chill smiles answer hers. "Anjala can take care of herself. I never worry about her."
"So...tell me what you know about me and the woman you followed to find out about me," the assassin said casually.
Anaz shook his head. "Now that, I can't do."
The woman spread her hand, fingers crooked a little, and pain smashed through him, tearing at his defenses. He drew in a deep, ragged breath, feeling bands of power tighten around him, holding him in place.
"Oh...you can, you can."
****
Breeze frowned inside as Lucar stubbornly resisted her. She needed to know if he'd found out what was behind it all. If he had told the magess any more than the fact that she was after her, then plans needed to be changed. But...if he hadn't...well, she would let him live.
She twisted her hand, sending another tendril of power slashing through Anaz. "It's very simple. I might even stop if you tell me how much you told Anjala."
*****
Anaz closed his eyes against the pain and shook his head, using his fury to help block out her words. "Not...going to...tell you."
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Post by blossom on Apr 24, 2007 11:24:54 GMT -5
"Who would send an assassin after Anjala?" Emil repeated for the hundredth time.
"I don't know, Emil," Tris answered for the hundredth time.
They were sat together on the roof of the palace in Arin, cloaked in invisibilty, watching the stars. Despite being one of the council for a hundred years, Emil was still fairly inexperienced and this new developement had scared him. The fact that someone had the audacity to try and assassinate a Mage ....
"But why?"
"Jircef already told you. She's powerful."
"Then why not just go for Saehenine?"
"Who knows?"
"What about the girl in Eren that Saehenine's wants found? Who's she?"
"I don't know." Tris replied.
"You must have some idea." Emil protested rolling over to look at Tris.
"Well ... I have supsicions."
"What?"
"I think ... now, I might be wrong ... but I think she's Saehenine's daughter."
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 24, 2007 14:18:38 GMT -5
"Everyone has a breaking point," Breeze muttered as she bent over the unconscious man. He had finally told her that Magess Anjala didn't know any more than the fact that one of the council had sent her after the Magess. It had been a relief. The plan was ticking along quite nicely. She'd just hang on to Lucar and see what else he could tell her.
***** Demanvar rode the night through and came into Arin leading the black and riding Wind's Fire. The main mage tower seemed to glow in the night, as it always had. Strangely enough, almost no one else he knew had noticed that. He shrugged and sent the horses through the small side gate he'd scouted out. Again, no one else he knew would use the gate, saying that it was always locked. He shut it behind him and sent the horses forward at a trot.
(Blossom, I'm making this something like a 'mage gate', and only those with a touch of magic can make it open. Perhaps it alerts the mages when one of their own comes, or just notes that one with magic has gone through.)
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Post by blossom on Apr 25, 2007 10:40:24 GMT -5
((Oooh, that's good. Me likey )) Saehenine sat up in her bed. The mage gate had been opened. But no one went out last night ... so who? Frowning, she slipped out from underneath the duvet and padded silently to the window. A shaft of moonlight bounced off what appeared to be armour. Ah. The Courier.Quickly, Saehenine pulled her gold-trimmed robe on over her thin nightgown, dragged a comb through her short, fair hair and pulled on a pair of old, black leather boots. She was already wearing her black gloves. She seemingly glided from the room and down the back staircase which led to the stables. She emerged just as the Courier was tending to his horse, a fine chestnut stallion. "Good evening," Saehenine said softly, "What business brings you to the mage tower?" (Twilight, just a note on Saehenine's appearance. Think Toto from DNAngel crossed with the Toki no Byounshin .... XD)
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 25, 2007 10:50:59 GMT -5
(lol! She looks good then!)
Demanvar turned at the voice, startled. The woman had come up on him so silently... He shook himself, and replied, keeping his voice low. "I have a message for one of the Council, Lady."
He studied the woman in the light of the moon, holding back a smile at her appearance. She reminded him of one of Lady Thalassa's daughters.
**** Anaz woke to find himself tied to his saddle, moving through a forest. Ahead of him on a dapple grey rode the assassin. He drew a deep breath, and sat upright, feeling the ache of the power she had sent slashing through him. He was in trouble...
**** Breeze glanced back as she heard Lucar stir, then faced forward again and sent the horses into a trot. Now that he was conscious, she wouldn't have to worry about him falling off his horse. Arin was only half a day away at a walk, but she wanted to reach the safe house sooner than that and get more answers from Lucar.
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Post by blossom on Apr 25, 2007 11:00:37 GMT -5
(Yup! ) "I know you do Courier," Saehenine smiled, "If you'll come with me I will take you to them."
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 25, 2007 20:20:14 GMT -5
Demanvar nodded cautiously, and stepped away from his horses. "Very well, Lady."
**** Anaz waited silently for the assassin to release him from his horse as it stood outside the back of a small cottage just outside of Arin. She hadn't said a word to him since her questions the night before, and it was just as well. Even his cold fury was daunted by her icy indifference, and he had no wish to speak with her.
She appeared in the doorway, and for a moment she was transformed by the slanting sunlight into a figure of pure elven beauty, and then she stepped forward and came toward him. The illusion vanished, leaving behind a harsher, colder face and form.
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Post by blossom on Apr 26, 2007 2:47:08 GMT -5
Saehenine gave a short bow, the straightened and beckoned for the Courier to follow her. She led him through a shadowy doorway and up the twisting, back staircase to the hallway outside the Mages' chambers. At the same time she gently reached out with her mind for those of the Coucil, nudging them awake.
She half turned and spoke to the soldier, "Come. I will take you to the Library. The Mages will meet with you there."
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 26, 2007 11:18:23 GMT -5
Demanvar followed the Magess into a huge space lined with bookshelves and windows, and paused as she turned aside to a small alcove that held a few more bookcases and a ring of couches and chairs. He stepped after her, then to the side, unconsciously touching a hand to the hilt of his sword for a moment.
****
Lady Thalassa shaded her eyes to look up the road through the gates of the city. It had been days since she had seen Demanvar, and she missed the nights he had spent singing in her inn with the other soldiers who could either sing or play. His voice always brought in customers, and his smile had brought many a girl back 'to visit', and they, in turn, had brought their families. All was well then, but without his influence, few of the soldiers would overcome their shyness around her daughters and sing.
She sighed, and started to turn away, then caught a glimpse of dust on the horizon and paused. Perhaps?
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Post by blossom on Apr 26, 2007 11:43:07 GMT -5
Saehenine noted the soldier's movement and smile with amusement. "You are in no danger here, I assure you. Please, take a seat. May I offer you some refreshments?"
****
Anjala, Jircef, Tris, Reia, Alecin, Zillar and Emil all sat up in the beds simultaneously. They had all been nudged from their sleep by a familiar mind; Saehenine's. Recognising the feel of the head of Mage Council shook any lingering remains of tiredness from them, and they all quickly hurried from their beds into their silver-trimmed robes. Saehenine, as well as waking them, had left them with the feeling that they were needed in the Library.
Stepping outside of their chambers brought them face to face with the rest of the Council.
"She called all of us?" Emil said, after a moment of surprise.
"Something must have happened," Tris murmured quietly.
"The Courier," Anjala realised, "He must have arrived."
"Who do you think the letter's for?" Reia asked, using a quick stroke of magic to tame her flyaway black curls.
"No idea." Anjala shrugged.
"Then let's go and find out," Zillar said pointedly, starting down the corridor. The others looked at each other for a moment then nodded and hurried after him.
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Post by twilightblade on Apr 26, 2007 17:48:58 GMT -5
Demanvar glanced up from where he saw opposite the door, his back to a corner of the room, as several people came hurrying in. He recognized Magess Anjala, and searched among the others for the description he had been given. Anjala and another woman matched the physical description...but...he needed to know their names. He rose.
*****
Thalassa's eyes widened in surprise as she made out the shape of a caravan in the distance. Why, they hadn't had a caravan of that size in months! She hurried back into town. She needed to spread the word at once!
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