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Post by »Míríel« on Oct 22, 2009 23:10:06 GMT -4
The spell of darkness was broken as consciousness came back to Miriel. At first knowledge of where she was was forgotten and she lay there for a moment in confusion. Coldness seeped into her feeling as she lay there just waiting. Everything that had passed had been but a bad dream, that is until she realized where she was.
Sitting up caused her pain, it was as if someone was raking her side with burning her ropes, yet she knew that she must endure it. The pain was lessened, alot. Her road to her recovery seemed to be swift. The world swirled for a moment as she came to her feet, but then everything stayed anchored in the right place, balanced. A new feeling of energy surged through her veins.
How long she had slept? Had it been days, or just hours? The knowledge of time was passed her senses and quite frankly she didn't care. On a chair there was a dress. It was elegant, simple, yet easy to move around in, giving freedom. Picking it up she looked into the mirror. Before her stood a white skinned, women, whose golden har was burned in some places, and whose clothes were ruined beyond repair. Large welts covered her side, shoulder, and her face had soot on it.
Frowning she looked for a water basin and soon washed herself thoroughly, though the coldness of the water made her shiver without control. Carefully arranging her hair on her head it hid the burned parts and only allowed the shining golden stands to appear. Now in a new dress and with hair arranged she felt more like herself. It was time to explore.
As soon as she stepped out into the labyrinth of the halls she melted into the shadows at first. So many stares were directed her at before she succeeded in Into melting into the shadows. Each one tried to peer into her life, each one tried to figure out why she was here. But she had escaped them, at last. The noise of metal clashing against metal caused her ears to prick and soon she found herself in a large room with men dueling with swords. All looked strong and able as they dueled with each other. Stepping out of the shadows about her she watched with interest, drawn into the excitement. There is something mystifying, almost hypnotic about the blades as they sliced through the air, weaving this way and that. It was something that Miriel loved, wielding swords was her second nature, something she loved.
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Post by sylfaen on Nov 10, 2009 19:10:54 GMT -4
Two young men continued on with their fierce fight, neither one of their concentrations breaking for even a mere second. Every movement was deliberately planned, every step and every attack. This particular spar was one of great importance, one of many trials that could lead them to the honor of becoming a squire. The hard, observing stare of their trainer bored into their backs as they swiftly parried and lashed out at each other, their feet light and barely touching the ground for more than a moment. Suddenly, the sound of the supposedly locked arena doors creaked open, causing the younger of the two men to divert his attention over to the interruption. What met his eyes consumed his entire mind which lost all thoughts of the fight he was once fiercely engaged in. His mouth hung ajar with a bemused expression on his face at the beautiful elven woman standing in the threshold.
Just as he let his defenses down, the opposing man swung down on him with his blade harshly, the sound of metal whipping through the air the only thing that saved the younger fighter's neck from being sliced in half. He was instantly knocked to the ground by the force, causing the observer to imminently rise and begin stomping over to where he lay on the ground, unaware of what had just happened. He was tossed to his feet by the watching soldier and stumbled for a moment as he attempted to regain his balance. His opponent eyed him with disgust. Shame filled his heart as he realized how easily his focus had been diverted from what was truly important. A huge wave of relief washed over him as the soldier turned his attention away from him and over to the poor elf woman.
"I beg your pardon, madam, but what is it you think you're doing here during a private session!?" he shouted, his fierce tone making his words lose all sense of courtesy. His face had turned an icy blue with frustration as he looked her over, obviously not impressed.
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Post by »Míríel« on Nov 10, 2009 19:38:22 GMT -4
Miriel looked at the man that was slightly taller than her for a moment before answering. "Just admiring the skill of you two." She motioned to them before her eyes stared into his, "Though I do beg your pardon, I didn't know that this was a private session."
"this guy obviously doesn't think much of what he sees, in looks nor in skill." She thought to herself as she looked at him. A light came to her eyes as her mouth wavered slightly between a smirk and a frown. "It was a nice show of skill, I was impressed. Not everyone can wield a sword like that." Her eyes shifted to the man who had lost, "Though letting into distraction can be deadly, as you saw, my friend." When she looked at the man her mouth settled on a gentle smile before shifting back to the other man who seemed rather rude. Though she put it down to being disappointed in getting such a win.
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Post by asher on Nov 25, 2009 22:51:41 GMT -4
Asher entered into the area, his white hair mussed slightly as iff it had been blown in the wind. Every thing about him seemed to be frozen, from the snow on his shoulders down to his pale features. Closing the door behind him his fingers brushed off the snow from his shoulders, sending it showering onto the ground. Yet what met his eyes wasn't what he was expecting. There was the usual trainer and trainee, who had the lesson before him, but there was a beautiful elvish girl before him. Immediately he looked her up and dawn, an elf, infeact she looked a lot like his mother, same blond hair and slightly tan skin, and same curious blue eyes. So much so that his heart got caught up in his throat for a moment.
Blinking he snapped himself out of it. It couldn't be and he knew it wasn't. Resuming his nonchalant manner he strode forward and looked at the trainer, nodding slightly he said quietly, "So I see your last lesson had an interruption eh?"
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Post by »Míríel« on Nov 27, 2009 16:05:35 GMT -4
Miriel shifted her gaze to the man who had entered through the doors. It seemed as if he was made of ice, just like everyone else here. Though there was something different, something that looked like home. Perhaps it was his intense blue eyes or the slightly tapered ears. Whatever it was she felt like she was around a kinsman, for a reason she couldn't understand.
A smile faintly played on her lips, "I guess you could cal me an interruption. Though.. I do no think I meant to be. I didn't know that there was a private lesson going on." Her blue eyes turned to the teacher, "Otherwise I wouldn't have entered. I am sorry." Her smile faded slightly and her gaze looked at a rack of swords that lay not far from them, then another rack that had wooden swords. Both were for practicing, though the wooden ones were better for teaching. They seemed to be made in a very skilled manner, both either carefully carved or carefully smelted. Looking down she frowned at her waist, the weight of her sword that usually was there was missing, making her feel as though someone had taken it and that she would never see it again. "Oh Axel, I wish I could see you again..." The thought played in her head as her gaze grew distant.
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Post by asher on Nov 27, 2009 16:15:23 GMT -4
Asher looked at Miriel for a moment as his eyes narrowed slightly, studying her. What was she doing here anyways? Her very presence had been causing a stir with the ice nymphs, as if Sylfaen hadn't caused enough commotion. Asher hated commotion, it always seemed to be asking for something to go wrong. Plus this world had much more to be worried about than a visit from an elf, who probably was a high rank to be associating with Sylfaen, or the return of a king. Everyone was a person, so why treat some liek kings and other like scum that is worthy of the sewers.
Yet with that said, she did seem to have a pure heart, it reminding of someone he knew, someone who haunted his dreams, screaming out at him, oh why hadn't he done more, why hadn't he tried harder and saved that person. But it was over, she was dead, and he still lived, what a twisted life it is.
He said nothing to her though just followed her gaze to the swords. Indeed there weren't any better in the nation of the ice nymphs, some of the finest crafted swords were made here. It was an honor to train here, and he was lucky to be here.
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Post by »Míríel« on Dec 16, 2009 20:15:33 GMT -4
Miriel felt suddenly aware of everything about her, the men and their disapproval of her being there, everyone seemed to want her gone except for this newer guy. turning suddenly to the men she bowed slightly and stammered, " I'm... I have to go...I'm sorry for bothing you." Miriel turned and left without a glance behind her. Her feet carried her through the halls, to her room. Grabbing a thick cloak that was worn in this area. She pulled the soft fabric around her. It was a royal blue with white fur around the edges, strangely enough the lining was black with white decorations. Opening her door she took a quick servalance around the room, it was nice of Sylfaen to open up his house for her. A sad smile played on her lips as she glided out of the room, staying to the shadows. Which was a feat, for they seemed to be repulsed from her.
She seemed searching for something as she wandered in the hallways, a hooded cloaked figure, being careful not to be seen by to many. Then she stopped, she had found what she had been looking for. It was a smaller door and few people were around it. A door out. Taking the handle in her hand she closed her eyes, " You could stay and be safe, you would never have to leave, well not for a while. You need rest and you need to be safe. If you leave now.." A sigh passed her lips as she yanked on the door open and slipped outside.
Cold air hit her like a brick wall. All of a sudden it felt like she couldn't stop shivering or breathe right. "I'm weaker than I thought." Her feet stumbled forward, what a place. A fat looking man with the features of an ice nymph looked at her strangely. "Miss are you alright?" She just nodded and turned away from him. The wind caught off the hood and caused the man to catch sight of her elven features. He stumbled backwards for a moment. A foreigner?
Suddenly a hand landed on her shoulder, it was firm and though she tried to shake it off, she was to weak to. The hood was pulled over her face again as a familiar voice said to the man, "Don't speak of this.." The sound of coins hitting the ground was heard as she felt herself ushered away. Looking up she saw the man who had been nice to her.
"So you want to escape eh?" He laughed[/i]" Sylfaen isn't going to like that.[/i]"
"I'm leaving, I can't stay I must find.." She stopped the word Axel from passing her lips, that name seemed to be dangerous in there parts. Looking up she saw his eyebrow lift in curiousity but he didn't press her.
"So you are going to go through the brutal lands of the taiga on foot?"
Miriel stiffened, "Do you think I am to weak to do so?"
A laugh passed his lips as he looked at her, still walking, "I know that an elf should not be such a color." He brushed his finger over her cheek slightly. " Now should an elf feel this cold as you are."
Miriel was surpised by the warmth in his hands, everyone else had cold hands here. He seemed different from the rest. "What do you know of elves?" The question came out harsher than she had meant.
"His footsteps stopped as his face became reflective. "A lot more than you would think." A moment passed and the earth seemed to stand still. Both were un aware of the peaople glancing curiously their way. Shaking his head he pressed on toward a deep bay horse, "Anyways, you might as well forget traveling on foot, you are going to go on horseback. Use this horse."
Miriel gasped as she looked from the beast to him, " BUt, are you sure how could I repay?"
the man raised up his hand, " Don't meantion it, though there is one condition" A grin came to his lips, "I am coming with you."
Miriel's eyes arrowed, come with him? SHe never had traveled with someone before. Her eyes gazed over the taiga, yes he was right, she was to weak to travel on for right now. The choice was either stay here or go with him. Stiffening her back she nodded and swung up on the horse.
"I take that as a yes." He raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head before untieing the beast. " Well then... yuo shall ride her, her name is Memory, for she holds a lot of memories for me." He paused but then continued, " I will ride this girl" He patted a white beast beside him, " THis is Blossom, and she is my loved companion." He looked up to see a wanting pained look in her face. Little did he know that she missed her own companion Calanon. "Now I suspect you know how to ride by the way you are acting on Memory, so let us be off."
With a smooth movement he was ontop of blossom and the two headed away from the castle, soon disappearing from view. Some had thought this odd, for usually girls didn't wear cloaks over their head, to hid their faces. BUt they pushed this in the back of their minds. Sylfaen was back, why worry their heads over one strange incident?
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