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Post by LUTE FIRE on May 1, 2011 17:15:42 GMT -5
Traveling from Qilin to the Great Library would prove to be quite the adventure for the young aspiring mage. Equipped with only a kindle dagger that she barely knew how to use and a backpack containing some food and a first-aid kit, Maze Fire left the borders of her home city and started her journey across Tierkis. Within the first thirty minutes, she got tired and hungry. The platinum blond dropped down onto the grass and took her backpack off, looking through it and eventually pulling out a candy bar. She was never going to get there at this rate. Not to mention it would be getting dark in an hour. She knew she shouldn't have left so late. Now she was going to have to make camp and she didn't even have a blanket with her. Forever the optimist, her situation didn't even bother her. She told herself that she'd make it there by nightfall if she just rested up and flew the rest of the way. Using her backpack as a very stiff and uncomfortable pillow, she laid down and closed her eyes. Within minutes, she was asleep.
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Post by blackburn on May 1, 2011 23:34:33 GMT -5
While he couldn't quite explain it, Fraenir would find himself outside walking. Perhaps because it was so close to nightfall, something that he felt a bit euphoric in. Taking in the cool, crisp smell of air that was chilling with the setting of the sun, he would find himself smelling another's presence, though he didn't quite find himself accompanied by any other existence. After looking around a couple of times, he would finally look down to see a small creature. Dropping his body to his knees, he would lean over the strange being with an eyebrow raised. He was well aware of what he was looking at. She smelled of zeffier, one of the various species inferior to the quen'thall, so one of his kind would think. But Fraenir was a bit less of a bigot, seeing all beings as themselves and not their blood. She seemed young, innocent. Why had she chosen open space to drift into dreams in? He would shrug it off and sit back, resting an arm on a raised knee as he decided to actually keep vigil over the girl. He had nothing better to do, and the stars would be out to gaze at soon enough.
"What a foolish thing to do..."
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Post by LUTE FIRE on May 2, 2011 0:35:25 GMT -5
Foolish was one of the many words that could be used to describe the young zeffier. Other words would include naive and quixotic. The thought that taking a nap in an open field was dangerous never even occurred to her and because of this optimistic, carefree behavior... she slept well. And slept. And slept. An hour had passed since Fraenir had stumbled upon her and two since she had fallen asleep. The sky was dark and the stars were shining brightly while the young girl slept. And then she stirred awake. It was a sudden chill that had awoken her and when she opened her eyes to the darkness, at first she was alarmed but calmed down slightly. How long did I sleep for? was the first question that popped into the girl's head. The second question was, Who is this guy? Her blue eyes blinked up at him before she sat up, her gaze never leaving his. "Who are you?" she asked, no trace of uneasiness in her voice. She wasn't scared at all. Perhaps she should be, but Lute wouldn't know an evil person if they pointed an arrow in between her eyes.
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Post by blackburn on May 2, 2011 0:43:09 GMT -5
Ah, how the stars decorated the sky. It was like luminescent paint on a dark canvas. This was, in essence, why Fraenir particularly enjoyed stargazing. Sometimes he wondered if he were a star that fell to the earth from the sky, as something about their sparkling made him long to rest in stasis with them up above. The thought of stasis would snap him out of his trance, as he remembered that he was playing protector for the moment. To his surprise, he had heard a voice address him. Lowering his cold, red eyes to envision the girl, he would raise an eyebrow. Not in her tone, not in her voice and he certainly couldn't smell it from her. She seemed to lack fear. He would laugh a bit to himself before looking back up to the sky while responding. "You're an interesting one, girl. I am Fraenir. Tell me, mortal, what might your name be? And why do I not detect an ounce of fear?" Well, perhaps his choice of words would have seemed like condescending degradation to any other person and imply he had foul play in mind, it was really just him bluntly expressing his curiosity. This Zeffier interested him.
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