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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:34:35 GMT -5
He remained under the water for as long as he could withstand. He was nearing on 30 minutes, and still he was managing to stay in the water without breathing. This was a skill he had forced himself to acquire and which was proving helpful. He could see the many fishes, and smiled, glad that he had something to occupy his time with.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:39:27 GMT -5
She came to the Bay to think. This would be Nailana's final resting place. Hannibal had spoken to her breifly when he came to see the place where she was lying to rest. It was still hard for her to beileve. The only friend she had that was not an Angelic had been killed. She was a tough woman and Farinele did not understand why her life had been cut short. She was sure that Nailana was suppose to live for far longer. She sighed and sat on the edge of the bay and brought her knees up, resting her chin upon them.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:42:42 GMT -5
He finally came up, there was a dolphin by him, and he petted the head. It made it's noises then started jumping high. He laughed and shook his head, these creatures were beautiful and he appreciated them, he truly did. He started swimming back, sensing another, but he didnt care, he was enjoying himself.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:45:58 GMT -5
She continued staring out and saw the dolphin. She smiled breifly, remembering her time as an Angel. She had enjoyed her work, and loved the animals. She sighed sadly then saw someone swimming towards the shore. She watched them with the dolphin and her thoughts strayed to Earnur. Things had not gone well between them, but she would not change the fact that she had merely stood up to him because of her Father. She slowly stood and brushed of the dirt as he drew closer. She wasn't going to force any conversation, she was just going to pretend she didnt notice him.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:50:21 GMT -5
He finally made it to shore, and picked up his tunic and pants, his double swords were there as well. He watched as the dolphin swam away and then dove down. He smiled, but it faded when he sensed Farinele. He didnt bother to put on his clothes. He'd change back at the palace. He turned to see her, standing and just started away from the Bay and her.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:56:35 GMT -5
She watched him from the corner of her eyes. He was wearing barely nothing. He had on what she guessed was his swimming trunks, but she wasn't really paying attention. She sighed as he began to walk away and she spoke softly, "Goodbye." She moved towards the water and sat down in the surf indian style, not careing that her clothes were getting wet or dirty. She closed her eyes and tried concentrating on something else. But everything was accumulating with in her. She could feel a wind start to blow and she began to rock back in forth.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 0:59:23 GMT -5
"Goodbye, Farinele." He said simply as he was nearing the grassy planes just above the sandy part of the Bay. He stopped, and started putting on his clothes, feeling a sudden upheavel of wind, which made it very cold. He looked to her one last time, and started back on his way.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:04:53 GMT -5
She felt something in pain. An Animal, thast why the sudden change of atmosphere had happend. She stood quickly and stared past Earnur. Whatever it was, was in that direction and she had to pass him to reach it. She squared her shoulders and ran full blown in his direction, brushing past him and entering the forest. She moved deep into the forest, until she came across a suffering deer. It had been shot with an arrow. An arrow that was filled with poison. She knew there was nothing she could do for the creature. So she sat there beside it, her tears falling on its fur. It was not only the death of the deer that was getting to her, but seeing this creature suffer put her in mind of Nailana's death and how she must have suffered.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:11:44 GMT -5
He felt her brush against her, and watched her in a hurry. He wondered what was going on, but would not go after her. He looked around and began to whistle a melody. Within seconds Huisto his trusty horse was beside him. He smiled and began to pet it's head. He climbed on his back and started riding, but he was not going towards the path into the City, he was moving to another part, and soon he would find himself staring at Farinele and a deer. He looked down at Huisto, giving him a face, and saying something elvish, the creature moving. He jumped off, and patted it's head. He moved over towards Farinele and the deer, and saw the mark on his body. He gave a slight sigh, and pulled out an Elven herb from his pocket, he started smearing it on the wound, holding his hand and the herb against the open wound. He closed his eyes and concentrated.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:16:07 GMT -5
She felt helpless just sitting there and watching the deer die. She was suppose to be able to fix this, but she could feel the deer already slipping away. She looked up breifly when she heard movement and for a moment she wanted to dry her eyes. But she wouldnt, there was no point when she would still cry. She watched his hands work over the deer's wounds, thinking the deer was to far gone to save. She moved to its head and sat down, lying it in her lap. She pet it, singing to it softly. Trying to ease it's pain and possibly its passing.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:20:19 GMT -5
He muttered a few Elven phrases, he too could sense the deer passing, but after muttering the last of his elvish words, he felt like come over the creature. He pulled his hand back, the wound slowly closing. The deer had popped it's head from Farinele's lap, and he petted it gently. A few moments later two other deers appeared, and the deer that had been wounded ran off with them. He watched them, smiling, and turned to see that Huisto had ran off, and just shook his head, that horse had too much of an agenda for it's own good.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:24:21 GMT -5
She feared the worst. She heard him speaking and continued to think it was hopeless. But then she could feel the life returning to the deer and then it popped up. She smiled sadly and watched as it ran off. She looked at him a moment, "I could do nothing. What kind of healer am I if I can not even save a simple deer?" She looked down, partially blaming herself for the death of her friend.
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:27:31 GMT -5
"One that's saddened by something." He stood up, and sighed slightly. He really was going to give Huisto a few choice words when he saw him. He couldnt help but smile. His horse was something else, he truly was.
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Post by Farinele Etyl Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:30:19 GMT -5
She looked up at him and wiped away the tears that had stained her face. She slowly stood and brushed away some leaves that were sticking to her. But she gave up, because her wet clothes prevented her from even making herself look decent. She sighed and looked at him, then looked away, "I should go. i'm sure there is nothing we can possibly say to one another."
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Post by Eärnursëáto Táralóm on Sept 21, 2005 1:32:12 GMT -5
"If there's one thing I loathe it is assumptions people make. We can say that we were both determined to have our ways because we both thought we were in the right, but if you wish to go, then by all means, go." He crossed his arms, looking at her from the corner of his eyes, wishing to wipe away her tears, but he refused to make a move.
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