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Post by ciaran on Jul 7, 2010 20:21:45 GMT -5
Every scrap of bread and meaty slurp of stew was inhaled, in a neat manner of course for eyes were felt like brands on her skin. As a serving maid came around to clear her dishes was there a smile ready. Dipping low in an attempt at a whisper to which Ciaran only leaned further away, brow arching with lip raised in a snarl.
" What?!"
The lass colored at the elven woman's outburst, she stuttered now. " Uhm Miss, I-I'ma 'ere t' pass on an invitation t' j-j-join tha' fine group over yonder. "
Clearly nervous did the young woman's doe eyes cast down towards the floor to avoid the elven woman's weird stare.
" Who sent the invitation?" Voice was carefully soft, delicate as she scanned over the assembled, catching Ceallian's gaze briefly.
" It was th' gentleman wit' th' charmin' grin. " A blush and giggle followed. Oh gross.
" Well then, I'll take up the offer. Uh, thank you. "
If she was going to appease her curiosity then the logical thing to do was throw herself into it all head first. Hand wrapped lovingly around the neck of the violin, unable to leave it behind. Standing and swaying towards the gathering of friends was there a halt. Mouth opened and closed to try and find some sort of greeting but it was better to say nothing if you've nothing nice to say, right? Right. Grabbing a chair from an unoccupied table was beloved instrument spread over her lap as she sat down at the table. Across from Syfe who seemed amused with the ferret's affectionate attentions. A puff of breath dismissed a rebellious curl from her face, vision unobscured.
" Charming is he not? A prince in the way he wins lasses over." A dancing lightness in her tone would be found as she spoke about Siohb to the strange girl.
A spark lit in her brain and a vulpine grin touched her lips. Raising her hand to wave fingers in a beckon did she draw the previously nervous maid over.
" If you could please have a messanger be sent out to fetch a man named Rathiol and tell him to come here, he should be on the outside of town and I'd pay him for the troubles of finding the bastard. "
The maid nodded before she scurried to go find somone to take on her random summons. The raven maned she-elf leaned back, hands resting languidly atop the violin. Let's see what information can be gleaned from this pin matching family.
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Post by Tallaith on Jul 8, 2010 12:59:59 GMT -5
Cay had the grace to blush slightly as the Elven lass met her eyes. She quickly turned them down to her lap demurely; as the stranger took a seat opposite Syfe, Ceallian snatched a glance at the violin.
That is a violin? I have never seen one... But I have heard of them. I wonder if I could learn to play one? Curious... Everything about this Elf is curious.
She recrossed her ankles and turned her polite attention to the other folks gathered at the table.
Valisilwyn wordlessly accepted Fellrod's invitation to join the group, though she hesitated for a moment. She wedged herself into a chair against the wall behind the card players, close enough to Ceallian to have to studiously ignore the minstrel's questioning expression. She had only met Cay a few times in passing and prefered not to speak with anyone who asked too many questions; though so far Ceallian had allowed her some space and had only prodded so far as to learn Vali's name and purpose in Eriador.
Vali, too, turned her attention to the gathering of people, but her silence was solemn and wary rather than consciously well-mannered.
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Post by brendur on Jul 8, 2010 15:37:46 GMT -5
He gave himself a moment away from the crowds and talking, reaching for the top card on the deck that hadn't been disturbed since Jargis began his flight. Turning it up, he chuckled at what he saw, keeping the result a secret between him and Lady Luck. As the others of his kin sat themselves down he nodded to them all.
"Sorry about all that, truly did jest intend fer a peaceful game, pity it doesn't allus turn out as such. "
His eyes rest on Fellrod as he takes him into consideration. "Much thanks fer the show oh restraint, lesser men would've jest taken their pound of flesh."
"Even though they never know what they'd do with a pound oh flesh..."chimed in his sister without taking her attention away from Siohb. The two easily amused themselves with a game of keep away, Syfe tossing a silver coin from hand to hand, Siohb darting back and forth in his quest to obtain it.
" Charming is he not? A prince in the way he wins lasses over."
At the word Prince, the ease that Brendur adopted splintered and cracked. His look whipped to the elf with the violin and he studied her anew, wondering if her being here was happy coincidence, or the tip of something far more sinister. The look is fleeting, gone as soon as it is formed, and again he is smiling. Syfe sports no such reaction, rolling the coin along her arm and laughing as Siohb chases it.
"S'to happy t'be a Prince, no lonely lake fer him, but of charm he's a plenty. S'a good thing to, a Filcher ain't long fer the word iffin he ain't got charm in his fingers and under his steps. Pretty little nuisance...does he do tricks?"
She flicks the coin to Brendur who catches it without taking his attention away from the elf, taking the flying ferret that accompanied the coin in stride it's tickle registering only a lift in the corner of his mouth. He holds the coin out in the elf's direction, allowing the ferret to perch there on his hand and claim it's prize.
"Eve on ye lassie, names Brendur, that's my sister Syfe, n'these're my kin, the Lond Trenari. We thought ye and that viol looked a little lonely in the corner."
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Post by rathiol on Jul 12, 2010 15:08:24 GMT -5
The woods were all around him; trees stretched to the heavens in all their verdant splendor. The fresh smell of sap and dew mingled with the unmistakable stench of decaying leaves and branches drifted to mind. Everywhere it seemed that birds flew and sang in the slips of sunlight that pierced the canopies above. He let loose a long held smile. He was home.
Jerking awake with a toe of leathered boots against his ribs, he looked up to the hooded Watcher that had already took it upon himself to snuff out the fading embers of the small fire the elf had built. "Some lady wants ya, elf. Git yer ass up and head to the Pony." As if this were some great imposition, the guardsman grumbled something about having to waste his night outside the city looking for this "long-ear". Rathiol wrapped up his bow and cloak, not bothering to bring those along, and slipped them underneath a bush. With his knife-belt buckled, he made his way back toward the city. The streets weren't as bustling as they were earlier in the day, fortunately, but there were still a few patrons that eyed him as if he weren't welcome. Most of the hustle and bustle stemmed from the Prancing Pony and once he had collected himself with a deep breath, and readied himself for the assaulting atmosphere for the inn. He opened the door and grimaced almost immediately when the stench of drunken breath smacked him square in the face. The black-haired beauty was quickly seen, with others this time. He drew himself tall and slipped through the raucous crowd until he stopped within a few feet of her.
He waited until she turned to look at him and refused to let her beauty affect his aggravation.
"You asked for me?"
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Post by ciaran on Jul 12, 2010 17:47:50 GMT -5
Oh how perfect was the flicker of a look, a bevy of emotions in those keen eyes and a tension in his body.It was noticed, picked up like a hound onto a rabbit's scent or in this case perhaps a rat. But maybe he'll turn into something more fitting, for not all rumors are true. Such was her nature, to be attuned to the feelings of others and save none for herself but living for thousands of years can no doubt do that to a person. Mustering up a smile that was clearly close to pained as she had the biggest urge to rub and massage her cheeks.
" I'll get back to you on the verdict of whether it's a pleasure or not on having met you, Mister Brendur. Truthfully I can say it's nice to meet you Miss Syfe." The others that were introduced as his 'kin' were glanced over with something of passable politeness.
" The little nuisances name is Siohb, and I do know that he does do a few tricks that are very odd for a ferret. For example, he's a filcher of renown and an expert swimmer. I've watched him act like an otter in Dale, where I picked him up from. "
This was in answer to Syfe, who Siohb seemed to have taken a liking too. But the delicate look was given to her brother, who seemed all too ready to grin her way but for the moment it was pleasant to take in from beneath the veil of thick lashes. Breaking away from dark thoughts and piercing lights did she look up towards the disgruntled Rathiol, which put a smirk on her lips for his annoyance was ever her delight.
" I did indeed, grab a seat and sit yourself. "
A hand rested over the violin, fingers stroking the strings to extract a singular crying note.
" I see there is a love and interest of music in this group. "
A cautious softness of her mouth as if formed into an easy-going curve was given to the not unnoticed looks from Ceallian. Giving a quick assessment of the woman, did she seem to see an iron resolve underneath all those protective layers that for the moment appeared a winsome maiden bent on happiness. Ciaran decided to like her.
" Might I ask a bit more about this Lond Trenari? An odd sort of name that tweaks my curiosity in such a manner that I need to have it promptly sated. "
A vulpine grin rested with a set of soft sage green eyes in an alighted show of being amused and interested, her features in the prose of friendliness. Siohb was in much the same attitude, grabbing at the coin that Brendur held aloft did the critter flip it upward himself and catch it with his own little paws without so much as a stumble as he slinked back to the Crone. A light then caught in her head, which would send out a sweet laugh from her.
" You must excuse me, I've not yet introduced myself and here I am asking questions. I'm known as Ravenstrike in these parts. "
Hopefully the name would go without notice amongst this company, seeing as they didn't appear to be in her line of work or in the business of mischief. A glare would find Rathiol that shot volumes of ' You tell them my name I'll slit your throat ' .
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Post by fellrod on Jul 13, 2010 9:26:23 GMT -5
((This is well overdue, but… ))
Fellrod watched as Valisilwyn slipped into a chair against the wall and then took a seat himself in the chair recently vacated by the man, Jargis. As he did he glanced from face to face around the table, acknowledging each in turn with a brief smile before he spoke, “Greetings to all. This is certainly unexpected.”
As he settled into the chair he watched the dark haired elf-woman move to their table to join them, seating herself without a word of greeting to those gathered about. There was something quite odd about her beyond her, beyond the lack of courtesy usually displayed by folk of elven kind. And as she spoke to Syfe her words were light and casual, but the looks she cast about the table were calculating. Was she afraid? Yes, he decided, that was likely the answer, but of what?
He was pulled from this thought and surprised by Brendur’s words addressed directly to him, "Much thanks fer the show oh restraint, lesser men would've jest taken their pound of flesh." Did he mean the moment with the drunk? The conversation ran on, returning to the furry bandit that had started the entire commotion and Fellrod only returned Brendur’s glance and smiled, glad that there was no need to go into a long explanation that there had been no real need of restraint.
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Post by brendur on Jul 13, 2010 10:22:00 GMT -5
" I'll get back to you on the verdict of whether it's a pleasure or not on having met you, Mister Brendur. Truthfully I can say it's nice to meet you Miss Syfe."
The comment caused both Brendur and Syfe to pause in what they were doing, Brendur looking to his sister, and Syfe turning her head to her brother. The moment ended in a burst of shared laughter, tossed back and forth between the two of them, and glittering just as brightly as Siohb's coin.
"Such fine manners about her!" Guffawed the filcher.
"Kenned yer twitch right proper!" tittered his sister.
"Oy now! Fer all she knows I'm a proper Dalish gentleman."
"Pssssht, tain't but one proper Dalish gentleman bout the table, n he ain't wearin no coat oh yourn Ratter." That said Syfe leaned down to the table, "walking" her hand on it's fingers towards Siohb. She makes the hand dance about the ferret, complete with kicks and pirouettes on the nimble fingers. All the while offering a chant in her sing-song course voice.
"Six young Dalish gentlemen did come a call fer tea, and as I came upon them, did they all then smile at me. They tipped their hats and offered sweets so tempting and divine, but I knew better than to take to the letter of their manners oh so fine.
Fol de rol, Lack a Day! There ain't no gentlemen here today, best ye take yer promises and go! Fer this young lassie from the lake knows any promise that ye make, tis good fer bout as far as it can throw."
Brendur couldn't help but grin at his sister's antics, as she sung he had idly scooped the deck of cards up from the table, and began to shuffle them.
"Yer tune'll change as soon as there's jam on the table."
Syfe stuck her tongue out at her brother. "All the more reason fer it to get here sooner."
He winked at his sister, despite her lack of sight. Then turned back to Ravenstrike, just in time to catch the glare she shot Raithol. Poor old Raithol, what kind of snake did he have by the tail?
"Ravenstrike eh? S'a rather death laden name, but a pretty enough one. Ye can leave the misters and missus out lassie, m'sister and I go jest by our names to any we care to speak to."
He looked back to the violin in her hands, anticipation crackling behind his eyes as she drew out the one note, which threatened to stir memories of foggy mornings and white water rivers.
"A good song tis worth the player's weight in gold, and I'll admit...tis been a while since I've heard any what could churn a good tune from a violin. Iffin yer bow's a bit rusty, I'll understand ye not wanting to be heard."
He looked to Ceallian and grinned nudging her despite her sullen nature at the moment.
"As fer Lond Trenari, well that's a story best told by our fearless leader here."
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Post by Tallaith on Jul 13, 2010 13:06:53 GMT -5
((A placeholder here for now, with perhaps a brief segue to some in-game RP. I'll post logs, if so, to keep things moving.))
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