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Post by eleisiakhartou on Feb 5, 2006 23:54:53 GMT -5
eleisia stroked the head of her llama, murmurring delicately into his fur. Khazimir's tongue flicked out, passed over the shell of her ear. A nudge from behind reminded her that Khazimir's mate, Khazandra, was a jealous wife. eleisia turned and scritched Khazandra behind the ear.
"So we have a home."
The llamas nickered softly, and eleisia strung out their lead ropes, walking them toward the shed. It would take some work to make everything comfortable, but the llamas weren't picky, and as long as they were happy, she could find peace in any dwelling.
Tied to an old banister-cum-hitching post, the llamas immediately began lipping at the wall, sniffing their new surroundings. She went to the yard, collected hay for them, and left it between their heads.
Walking to the old abandoned house, she inhaled deeply. The exhale came with more difficulty; the city was an odd place for livestock, and she had had to search a long time to find a home they could all be happy with. The wood-frame two-bedroom home was the next thing to dilapidated, and as for shelter, she might be both warmer and drier if she slept in the shed with the animals. It would be a lot of work.
The noonday sun was beginning to bake her through her robes, and she bit the bullet, walking across the sagging porch to pass through the rotted doorframe. Had the inspector not promised her that the house was sound, she would have been certain that it was unsafe for anyone to inhabit.
Now, to make it feel like home. Retreiving a wooden crate from the porch, she went straight to the kitchen. Her iron pan she hung near the fire, and sacks of flour and salt went on the floor next to a small pantry. She would have to scrub out the cobwebs later.
An old metal bowl she found in the kitchen would serve to feed the fox, and she filled it with llama's milk to leave in the windowsill. Kherren would take care of himself.
Her hearth officially open for business, if not clean and ready, eleisia found herself suddenly overwhelmed by the enormity of moving. She walked out to the front porch and sat on the steps, watching the quiet neighborhood pass by.
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Post by rhio on Feb 8, 2006 0:46:05 GMT -5
What a pain...hasn't this city heard of single room apartments?! A blue glow shuttered with the sound of a grumble down the steet, it dock itself into a tree above the house. He didn't need much space and refused to pay so much for a house or three bedroom appartment. What was he going to do? Though his frustation, he hasn't checked the runeshop for a possible place to 'plant' his house, and assumed that ground would be stone or concrete.
I guess I should explored one of these houses, they all look the same Fidal thought as he aimlessly wondered into the house before, and soon 'wood floors' gave him a positive note for attention.
This is interesting...I wonder what would happen if will be good enough earth under it, although this house is still to big for myself
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Feb 8, 2006 22:26:15 GMT -5
Obscene daylight baked the front porch, and eleisia with it. The heat rose in waves from the ground, creating the illusion of water in the middle distance and suffusing the street with a hazy light.
Rather than squint, eleisia's chocolate-brown eyes lowered in drowsy surrender. She had long since pulled the khimar off of her head, allowing the heat of the sun to beat down on her head. Her hair hung in long brown waves; the only control she imposed over it was to keep it clear of her closed eyelids.
A grumble down the block would ordinarily have faded along with the rest of the din and clatter of the streets, but today its only competition was the low-pitched tweet of the crickets, and eleisia lazily opened her eyes.
Odd company, she thought. Leaving the satiny khimar on the splintered wood of the porch, she rose, stretched, and retreated to the shaded cool of the house. She retrieved a small wooden box, removed a leather strop, and began sharpening the dagger that lived on her thigh.
But she could not help returning to the doorway, chore in hand, to look at the stranger.
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Post by rhio on Feb 13, 2006 3:32:27 GMT -5
His attention was somewhere by then, as his adept eyes gleam with interest over something that was on the floor, or under it in this case. Of course he wasn't thinking when he took out his paintbrush from a glow in the air and started making an invisible makings on the ground. He touched his work as they appearing with in the form of a circle surrounded by runic markings on the edge. He flew into circle and though the floor as it was made like air by his door rune.
A moment later, the fae reappeared at the spotted with a pleased look on his face, "It's perfect...I wonder if they have this place for sal-" He paused as he scared himself by almost flew into the girl's bosom without looking. He forgot to keep his wings flapping as he dropped to the ground, but recover his pace, staying afloat only a feet from the floor.
"Heh...hello?" He said nervously, feeling that he was in trouble of some sort.
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Feb 13, 2006 13:56:34 GMT -5
Nearly bowled over by transluscent hair and wings and skin, eleisia nearly dropped the strop. Her fingers tight on her dagger, she quickly aimed it behind her. What the...
Falling backward with a bit of a crash, she recovered herself quickly. She grinned, puckishly. "Well, hello, there!"
The gleaming hair of the fae was nearly blinding in the sunlight, and his face was cast in shadow. eleisia squinted up at him, knife absently embedded in the porch floor.
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Post by rhio on Feb 27, 2006 13:47:57 GMT -5
Fidal shooked his head while hiding his nervousness. He didn't except anyone to actually live here, and the ground was just perfect for his spell. Yet, he had a sense of respect for the girl's property. He glanced at the knife in the floor and how close it had got to making the fairy spit, almost literally.
His glow lowered down to a bodly shimmer, lowering his defenses rose by his five seconds of inexpenience flying. He had his hand behind his head, pondering over the situation. Hovering over to the girl's eye level, he made a daunting bow, "I'm very sorry for that. I thought this place was unoccupied, now I feel like an intruder."
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Mar 6, 2006 0:06:52 GMT -5
eleisia recovered quickly. Crazy moments, the sands were bringing; and she had no intention of turning them away.
"No, please. I am only glad you were not injured. As for intruding, that is most easily remedied: I welcome you to my home. What is it you seek?"
She looked down, then moved to stand in front of the lodged blade. She would not unsheath a blade before a guest.
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Post by rhio on Mar 8, 2006 0:27:12 GMT -5
"Well....you see, I--" He curled around his chin, looking for the wisest if that the most thoughtful thing to say to the woman. "I need to use part of your house to grow my home" didn't seem to fit the bill. Feeling complete timidity at how to explain , he descended a little.
"This place doesn't seem to make safe homage for smaller creatu--No, that's not right." He grumbled, feeling embasased as for his lack of words.
"I'll just say it...I was looking for some fertile ground to plant this." He reached into his bag and reveal a tiny seed, which grew his house since he was little.
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Mar 9, 2006 1:51:54 GMT -5
eleisia looked at the odd creature, amused.
"And what should I call you if we are to share this patch of ground?"
The thought of casual displacement and several foreign stories about camels and tents occurred to her, but did not really figure in. Her only worry was for the animals, but somehow she got the impression this intrusion could only be more interesting, and the iridescent creature would not hurt her critters.
"And where, exactly, would you place that seed?"
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Post by rhio on Mar 14, 2006 0:31:38 GMT -5
"I'm too far away from home to figure out my manners..." He paused, with his face something an feminine shifts of embassment, "Fidalio Vituper, scribe artisan of Lu'dale, or ....just Fidal"
"Actually anywhere within this house is fine enough, depends on your liking towards having a magical tree for a unique decoration." Casually putting the seed away, he give a cheerful leer, "But my last landlady said that a corner is nicer than most, still prefered since her Saker falcons decided to travel with me and roost on my home, but they as mannered and docile. . . Now that I mention it, I'm surpised they haven't followed me here. "
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Mar 14, 2006 23:02:23 GMT -5
eleisia's eyes crinkled at the corners in amusement. "It is good to make your acquaintance, Fidalio Vituper, scribe artisan of Lu'dale! I am called eleisia khartou, formerly of the tribe of Khaynat." Here, she regretfully tapped the slim silver ring in her right nostril.
Shaking off the sudden nostalgia, she continued. "You may be free to call me kel. And as for your animalia, you may be sure that this is more a menagerie than a home... i only borrow space from my own animals! You are more than welcome to find a convenable space for your magic tree. I've only just found space for myself, and we're all quite flexible."
She stepped around the knife still embedded in the porch floor, creating a passageway toward the door of the house. "Please!" she gestured.
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Post by rhio on Mar 16, 2006 19:55:44 GMT -5
"Khaynat? That reminds of another tribe south of that desert..."
He shook his head as he realized that he was saying it under his breath and being rude. Soon his eyes lighten with interest as he land on the porch, "Thank kindly, Miss Kel." Then he close his wings, letting them wrapped over him like a cloak as a soft glow enveloped around him, distracting the fact that he was enlarging to a near human-size...
...but never a human-height, of course. The girl as a head-length taller than him, which would have seem embarrassing to the male side in him. However, he reached for the handle of the knife, making a slight jerk before pulling it free. As he did this, his wing-limbs shivered with nervousness, as they are cautious in the presence of a sharp blade that can ruin them. Neverorless, he held the blade in between his two fingers and with a mischievous smirk, offered the handle to Kel. "I do believe that this belongs to you.”
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Mar 17, 2006 1:00:04 GMT -5
An amused smile lit up eleisia's eyes. Miss Kel? how sweet! Looking at Fidal's glowing face, she found something truly captivating in her erstwhile housemate.
Smiling broadly, she held her hands out, palms up, to accept the knife from him. "I thank you!" His nervousness seemed to stem from a fear of pain, and her stomach squeezed just a little within her belly. "Do you dislike to touch such things?"
Having received the knife, she sheathed it immediately, then led the way into the shadowy cool of the house.
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Post by rhio on Apr 16, 2006 21:55:42 GMT -5
Was I that obvious? Fidal blinked at the woman's question, and began to contempt on why did the blade scared him in a way. The glow from his body left until he was just a very short, but beautiful young man. Suddenly, it occurred to him that he was only holding the wooden handle at the time.
"I think it's because of the iron..." He finally admitted, chuckling nervously. "It tends to hinder me a lot on contact, especially damaging ways"
He managed a small smirk for the coming of his own personal joke, "...I didn't noticed that the knife was made of it till now. I guess I’m getting immune to the paranoia, but don't test me with an iron frying pan, please!"
Even with his fear and caution of iron as natural to some species of fae, he conceived Eleisia's invitation with a gleeful chuckle and followed her into the house. While it he didn't say it outright as the place seems to start like a hermit with few possessions, it was nothing dingy nor orderable. He had no right to comment outright as she seem like she just moved in and he just moved in as well. If she allowed it, he would gladly restored the place even to her natural liking, restoring life to wood, painting the place in a fashion that no one in Karador has even seen. However, nothing will be done without his landlady's permission. He was a considerate man, although he wondered why he seem to feel better with female proprietor than male, and when will it be the right time to make such a suggestion?
His mouth moved to speak until the wood rustled and an pattern of small cheeps sounds . A small squirrel creature hopped on the porch and towards the fairy in a rush, leaping high, spreading its special flap of skin, as it glided onto Fidal's tunic. The fairy look outside, looking for what had scared his little friend so badly. A muzzle peered into the doorway before a fox trotted inside, waving its nose about in search for something. Fidal made a quick spell with his hand to stop the fox from smelling Kiji and went to the fox, having a feeling that this wasn't a wild animal from the way it entered the house. He got on one knee and petted the fox gently while Kiji, uncomfortable with being to close to a obvious creature, scurried into one of the many pockets in Fidal's rucksack.
Fidal was befriending the fox, gaining its trust as he looked up at Eleisia and smiled, "Seem that you got more housemates than you're implying, Miss" His face looked accusing but very cheerful.
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Post by eleisiakhartou on Apr 16, 2006 23:20:37 GMT -5
kel found so very many reasons to giggle with this wonderful blue creature. There was no hindrance to her smile; she did not allow her past to infect her present. Still, it was nice to grin in genuine pleasure instead of offering her smile as a gift.
The mental image of a frying pan being used as a divining rod for fleeing faeries caused her a small chuckle-- but the true laugh bubbled from her core when the flying squirrel burrowed into Fidal's pocket.
"You're right, and that's not at all fair, is it?! Come, I'll introduce you to everyone."
She began with the fox, enthusiastically nosing Fidal's hand. "Kherren, this character. He's fairly self-sufficient. I've yet to discover exactly why he stays... save that I have never given him reason to doubt he is welcome." She crossed to the kitchen window.
"Outside you will find Khazimir and Khazandra. They are mated, and Khazandra is very protective of her husband, so I suggest caution, though they are both most friendly and loving. If you wish to make friends with them, help me care for them. I am sorry to say their friendship is easily boughten."
She turned back suddenly to stare down at Fidal's busy azure head. "Falcons! Why is your squirrel afraid my fox? Do they simply want to be acquainted?"
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