The Promise of Dreams ( Wistful Dream & Kuryzk )
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				Title: <strong>The Promise of Dreams ( Wistful Dream &amp; Kuryzk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>31-10-2008, 04:11:17</strong>
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				Dreams, dreams, they were all that were left to her now. Her parents fought now over how best to beat the dark force that was gathering, that was haunting through the trees of their realm and slowly poisoning it. She herself was alone for a brief moment, enjoying the solitude of the still night as she rested upon a stone bench in the cool night air. The moonlight washed over her, the white of her silk dress gleaming until she seemed to be nothing more then a stay moonbeam in the still air. The bell tower rang then, solemn tones marking out the hour as she tilted her head up and back, baring her pale skin more to the silver luminescence of the moon, time was running out to solve this issue.<br><br>And then a scream rent the air, followed by explosions. Her peaceful interlude beneath the moonlight in one of the smaller gardens of the royal palace was shattered. The white walls once strong and sure held cracks, the girl flew to her feet her mouth open in a cry of dismay as she stumbled backward, her thin slippers not protecting her feet from the shards of stone that now littered the ground.<br><br>Fire raged, filling the night, smoke choking her even as she tried inhale, reaching for her magic to quench the fires that now leaped the walls by burning the winding ivy that had decorated the stone. It was then that she sensed death behind her and so with tears glimmering in her eyes, mourning the beauty she could not save she turned and fled deep within the palace, seeking out the throne room and the shadow of death she sense. Princess Althia of the Camitus raced down the marble, nearly slipping and falling a time or two, the white silk of her skirts flying out behind her like wings as she raced through the palace.<br><br>She reached the throne room and the citadel of her country, the epicenter of the magic that rushed through all of their people's veins and the great tree that gave them all life. The Tree of Stoess, it was what all her people were given a silver of within them, the part of their power and what bound them together. They all communicated through it, each night the magic of the Tree brought the whole kingdom together in a commune. And it was burning. Her parents bodies were splayed before the roots of it, their throne's that the Tree itself had created for those that ruled its people were empty.<br><br>Tears stung her eyes and streaked down her face, staining her pale cheeks as she ran toward the tree, crying out to her very soul as she sought for the magic that would save it, her silvery eyes full of anguish even as her midnight ebony curls shook with her sobs. Yet even as she quenched the flames that ate away at the life source of her people she felt something else slam around her, a dark power that sought to steal her own power, to corrupt the basic of what she was. <em>No!NO!!</em> <br><br>The princess thought fast, her power was still outside her, the Tree was still itself, she collasped against it, coaxing her power through it even while she felt the bonds of whatever evil spell was closing in around her tighten. <em>Go, go my magic, go my soul, flee from this body before you are lost</em> The Tree took what she offered, spiriting it away as she went prone against one of the great roots.<br><br>The dark power surged over her, wrapping around her body and shifting her, her dark hair went straight instead of curly, her eyes dimmed, darkened to almost black and the easy countenance she had always possessed became grim and cruel. A laugh, deep and masculine, echoed through the chamber as hands clothed in black gloves reached out and lifted up her chin. "Welcome to your new reality my fair queen..."<br><br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br>A girl, slender and fair of skin, nude as when one is born stirred within the forests depths. Her eyes opened and gleamed with the same brilliance of the stars for one brief moment before dimming down to a soft dove gray. She pushed herself up on shaky limbs, a slender hand going to push back the mass of dark curls that framed the delicate structure of her face. <br><br><em>Where in the world am I?</em> She asked herself, reaching for a cloak that was next to her to wrap it around her slender body. Dreams called to her though, she settled the cloak around her long legged form and drifted back into slumber, called into a dreamworld to plead with a hero she would not remember just as she would not remember the dream itself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Promise of Dreams ( Wistful Dream &amp; Kuryzk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>03-11-2008, 02:23:06</strong>
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				Time had passed since the split of the Camitus. All that was had faded to darkness and the threat of the new land now drew near. As smoke rose in the hills to the east the dark armies marched; their eyes set on the trade town of Brae. <br><br>Brae was a lumber town formed by woodsmen known for their prowess with the axe and strength. They were a tight community that assisted travelers to and from the elven lands of Camitus. Right on the border of the two kingdoms it also stood as a stalwart guard against unfriendly beasts and creatures of ill intent. <br><br>Long had the elves been friends of the humans of Relthea but as of late they were not permitted within its domain. Whispers of a gathering force carried on the wind and blew through the fears of the border folk. As light turned to shadow the creatures from the dark forest, wretched and twisted, appeared in increasing numbers and attacked the fringe settlements and small villages along the border. Driven by madness rumors of their ferocity spread through the kingdom. <br><br>News of the attacks reached the great arm of the King and it was decreed that none of the Camitus were welcome within the realm of Relthea. The finest knights and leaders were then summoned to the great hall to discuss the events and all that was to be done of them.<br><br>So it was that the royal family of the human realm of Relthea drew council in the mighty palace of the city of Adenia, named for the Lady of the Light, the Queen herself. <br><br>The Great Hall was an enormously tall and spacious room. On its ceiling were paintings of epic conquest; forces raging on golden chariots and horseback, warriors pitted against hell itself reaching out in agony as the might of death smote them.<br><br>In the center was a long walkway with white pillars along its route. The floor was a sparkling stone made of emerald and shaped in perfect squares. Along the sides were the great windows of Mursvic; massive rectangular glass and cut to ornate perfection. They were taken from the Kingdom of Mursenia during the wars of the Nine some fifty years prior. <br><br>At the end of the Hall upon black marble stone was the royal throne. Gold in construction and cushioned with the finest fabrics of the kingdom it stood symbolizing the power and wisdom of the human realm. Seated upon it was Grendor, King of Relthea. <br><br>In front of the throne, along the sides forming an arc were four men. Khelek the Fierce, oldest of the Sons of Grendor and General of the forces of Kelthea stood tall and strong. His red hair cascaded down over a silver plate chest. Lacquered to the front was the royal family crest; twin golden lions reared up at each other with a sword between them. <br><br>Corvus the Cunning, younger brother to Khelek, known for his agility and keen intellect shifted his position and leaned against the pillar with his arms folded; quietly observing. A mystery to most he was quiet and had a pale, thin frame and a brooding countenance. It was no secret he envied his brother’s fame and in smaller, darker circles he had whispered it to those whose attention came with a price. However despite his feelings for his brother, he had a strong purpose that most did not know or assume. He was equally as valuable to the King as Khelek in ways that were more… discreet.<br><br>Isildor the Noble, was a friend of the royal family and held the heart of the people. Generous to his friends, fierce to his enemies, Isildor was the voice of the King in all matters of diplomacy. Being world traveled he knew the goings on of neighboring kingdoms and made sure to keep ties strong. He stood with long blackish green robes, a gold necklace, short brown hair and beard. <br><br>Finally to the King’s left stood Soren the Wise, royal counsel and a mystery. Most believed him to be some sort of wizard or dark enchanter. Many was a night where strange fires of different colors sparked the sky from his tower outside the city. Bald and with a long black beard and mustache he stood with black piercing eyes. In his hand was a black staff with markings along the side. His robes were long and as white as the moon surrounded by a black cloak that flowed along his sides and down his back. <br><br>The old king spoke. The lines on his face cracked and showed the passage of time. His voice boomed in the Great Hall.“What have you discovered Isildor?” His gaze looked down from the throne on the kind Isildor who now approached with a grave look of concern.<br><br>“My Liege,” Isildor knelt on one knee. “It is as we feared. A band from the forest of Camitus approaches Brae.” He looked up for a moment then stood and faced the King. <br><br>The King frowned and looked deep in thought.<br><br>Khelek stepped forward. His voice spoke with the strength of command. “How many strong are they?” He knew of the elven skill he was to face and hoped it was only a rogue mob. Whatever force it may be he was ready and would stand between them and Kelthea as its shield if needed.<br><br>Isildor turned to Khelek and smiled, “That I am not sure. It is possible it is the same group responsible for the attacks on the villages along the border.”<br><br>Khelek nodded and looked to his father for guidance. <br><br>The King looked at the group gathered then at Corvus and asked, “Where is your brother? Where is Lysander?” <br><br>Corvus stepped forward, arms still folded and spoke in a low voice, “I know not my Lord.” As he saw the King’s expression growing rapidly more angry he smoothly added, “Last I heard, he was laying about in Brae.” He grinned slightly and smirked at the thought of his younger brother who for all purposes may as well make himself a permanent home at every tavern and brothel in the kingdom.<br><br>The King slowly stood. His long red and gold robes fell to the floor. His stance immense and powerful as the force of his words shook the silence of the Hall. <br><br>“Khelek,” he spoke with force. “Take twenty riders to Brae, find the group responsible for the border deaths and kill them.” He sat back down on his throne.<br><br>“Yes Father,” Khelek bowed, turned and began the walk to the exit. Twenty riders would be no problem, he thought. Even if this group he sought had ten strong he could take them single handedly. <br><br>“And son,” the King continued. Khelek turned and listened. “Bring me Lysander. Tell him nothing. I will deal with him myself.”<br><br>Khelek nodded and exited the Great Hall. The rest of the group slowly dispersed for the King had no further need of their council save one. <br><br>“Corvus,” the King whispered. “Go to the Camitus. Find out what you can and report back to me.” He rested his hand on Corvus’ shoulder. “Go my son. Our kingdom needs your eyes and ears. Do what you do best.”<br><br>Corvus slowly grinned with the eyes of a cat, nodded then slowly walked down the Hall to the exit. <br><br>Soren's eyes slowly thinned as he saw the King whisper to Corvus. He turned to the King and calmly said in a monotonic voice, "Sire, there are matters I must attend to." The King nodded his approval as Soren exited the Hall, his robes swirling behind him.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Promise of Dreams ( Wistful Dream &amp; Kuryzk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>04-11-2008, 09:57:19</strong>
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				<em>All of my memories...they lead....</em> A slender slip of a female was folded inward on herself, up on the top floor of a inn in the town of Brae, her eyes focused upward, upon the stars, and the brightness of the stars seemed to shine within her very eyes as she stayed in this silent commune. A part of her felt like it was missing, like a gaping hole had a place within her breast, it always came at the time when the stars first appeared and lasted until full dark came and closed over the night.<br><br>Lita, the name she had given herself, loved dusk, it enchanted her, with the soft purples that stole over the sky and transformed the bright vividness of the day into the soft mystery of the night. Yet she feared the time after dusk, as the gloom of twilight lengthened and the first few stars appeared in the sky. For then the searing sense of wrong and lose took hold within her and she couldn't push them away. The highly spirited young woman became apathetic and anti social. Thus the reason she was curled up on a window ledge as the cool night air toyed with her cascade of silky black hair.<br><br>She was alone, for now, the sounds of the town peripheral at best, thankfully for the moment. She was weary of hearing the whispers of fear that lingered here. Lita would be glad to leave, Lealita Senir was not one to avoid a fight if it was offered to her, she pride and spunk enough for a Princess at times, thus the reason her traveling companions sometimes referred to her as "Your Highness", granted it was followed by some snarky remark. <br><br>At times the girl felt torn, like being this wary and on edge around people, this quick to challenge was not who she was. It felt like there were two parts of herself, and she could not explain that readily. Something was missing, and that something was had her constantly on edge. A crash came then, jarring her thoughts and she found herself hauled backward through the window into the waiting arms of Lieder, the archer of her group. "A pretty miss like ye shouldn't be hangin' out te windo' ye knaw." <br><br>His hands were altogether too touchy and she slithered out of them with a snort of contempt, smelling the alcohol on his breath. The girl straightened, annoyed by the fact that she had to look up to glare at the male, somehow she felt she was being cheated of something, like before she had been taller. Who knew, before she had woken up in the forest a few months ago perhaps she had been, and perhaps she had been a Princess as well. Dark and strange things roamed in the forest of the Camitus, yet she missed the forest horribly.<br><br>"And ye Lieder are throughly soused so I think I have better judgment then you currently. Well, actually for that fact I always do." A snort came then, Miran lounged in the doorway. Lieder and Miran were twins, both handsome if lean litheness was the sort of thing the woman looked for, with all the grace and dangerous promise of panthers, when Lieder wasn't drunk and Miran wasn't glowering granted. Both were prone to giving into what Lita saw as their vices though. "For such a slight lass ye have a big mouth on yeself Lita me dear."<br><br>"I am not your dear, and learn to use proper speak Miran. Otherwise I'll stop addressing you in public." She was a prickly thing to be sure, and both men exchanged a wary glance with their vivid blue eyes. There was worry in them and she wanted to know why they worried, there was something going on that they weren't telling her, but they would not speak of it. Insufferable men. "Aye, she's right brother, she be -my- dear aren't ye Your Highness High Horse?" <br><br>She was not particularly happy at the moment. That was rather a bit of a understatement the girl thought as she sought to ignore the irritating banter of two of the members of her "band". Really boys should just grow up, especially Lieder and Miran. With a huffed sigh she whirled on her heel and headed out of the small private dinning room, stalking down the hallway of the inn toward her room her boots rapping smartly against the clean wooden floor. Why couldn't it have been Peuran who had found her quiet place? Out of the men he was the best, the one she affectionately nick named Pur, who was teaching her sword play; he was a big bear of a man, steady and stolid, just the type she could tolerate. <br><br>But no, Pur was most likely still out in the town proper with his lovely wife, Tera was a sweetheart but a touch high spirited in the other meaning of the word. Lita's high spirits involved being quick a daggers, having a tongue ready with sarcasm and a wary disbelief in things while out to prove she could do anything herself, Tera's were the more typical female ones. <br><br>It didn't really help Lita's mood toward the other female that while she was slightly short, with a mass of long dark hair and too big eyes, resembling a irritating china doll Tera was all that was womanly. Blond cascades of straight hair where Lita's curled rebelliously, big bright blue eyes, softly golden skin and such a sweet simpering disposition all men felt the need to aid her with whatever she may need. Even dropping her fan. <br><br>Lita still couldn't believe the delicate female had made it through their time in the forest. A sigh escaped her lips as she entered the room she shared with the other two females of the group, Tera being one of them, the other was Riley, a quiet, observant female, stately and possessed, she was the one that the others listened to often, with her too wise dark brown eyes and dusky complexion she seemed exotic, out of place here in this town for sure. That was the reason she was in the room, other then her dislike for large crowds. Lita waved her hand in welcome rather then speaking and Riley simply nodded, leaving silence between them. <br><br>The girl threw herself down on her bed, curling up slightly to look out the window, thinking, wondering. She got the feeling that all of them were protecting her from something, which was odd. Yet it was true. She let her eyes shut for a moment and she remembered back to the night when she had awoken alone in the forest. She hadn't stayed awake, rather she had slipped back into slumber, awaking in the dawn with the other five around her. But she had been alone that first time, now she was with these people, people that over the last few months she had come to care for, each in their own way. But she was chafing, especially at being here.<br><br>"We are heading back to the forest tomorrow poppet." Riley's voice stole through the still air and Lita smiled softly, nodding her head. <br><br>"Good." She left it simple and curled up, her eyes watching the moon as it rose bright and full in the sky the sense of aching longing easing. Her eyelids fluttered shut, covering the twilight that laid in her dove gray gaze. Slumber claimed her as the night closed in around the town.<br><br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br><em>Running, down the dark passage ways, through the allies, she was running, rushing, like the wind she flew with the night. No, not like the wind, she was the wind, shifting, murmuring, flowing through the cool midnight of the town, floating around buildings. Something important urged her on, her heart beat within the wind that was she raced. Her time was running out, the world's time was running out. How could one have forgotten?<br><br>Forgotten? What had she forgotten? And then the thought was lost, lost in the stream of consciousness that was the wind, that was she. <br><br>All she could do was run, was fly, was float and so she did. Drawn onward to a beckoning beacon, the secret that laid hidden from her. Her hope was here, in this city. She found herself slipping through a door, into a tavern, and there was the man, he was slumbering, passed out in the arms of several women, yet he was the one. The mark of the Stoess gleamed around him. The Tree could not lie. She went to him, touching his arm, invisible to all others. <br><br>"Prince your aid is needed, follow...follow...please...follow the one of the twilight eyes into the forest and learn of the Tree's truth..." And then the wind came again and she rushed out, moving, always moving, constant fluidity was all that she could be now, her voice lingered, pleading for the man to follow her as the night claimed her essence once more. <br><br>Upward she was flung into the sky, streaming through the stars and under the moonbeams, she was the stars and the moon, the night and the air, the wind. As she flew she knew what was drawing her, like a bright burning tower it shone in her mind. Stoess, the Tree of Stoess, of life and love, the Tree of her people the Tree that was She. Its light was waning, just like her life force....time was running out. <br><br>"Prince!" desperate was the call as it sounded through the dreams of all.</em><br><br><div align="center">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~</div><br>With a gasp of shock she jerked awake. Tangles of raven curls clung to her sweat soaked body. These nightmares were getting old. She could never even remember what they were about and that rather annoyed the regal woman that now lay awake in the tangle of her black silk sheets. The once sweet Princess had vanished, leaving behind the hard Queen, the woman who's eyes held no mercy only flat, calculating assessment. The bell tower tolled, midnight, the hour when magic was at its weakest and strongest. She woke every night at this time without fail the past month. <br><br>Slender pale limbs pushed her from her large bed, and she tugged on a white silk robe, shoving her mass of curls aside as she strolled toward the doors that led to the balcony attached to her room. Her fingers opened the doors with a flick, using magic rather then her own touch, the cool night air washed around her and she let it, focusing on centering herself back to who and what she was. The Kingdom of Relthea was almost in her grasp, what would her commanders think if she were to act like some ninny to be frightened by the dreams of her slumber.<br><br>Worse what would <em>he</em> think? <br><br>No, it would never do. The dreams must stop, she would conquer what was hers to claim and prove her worth and loyalty to her Master, he would finally make her <strong>his</strong> consort rather then the mere Queen she was now. Her people were falling more and more under the influence of the utha energy, the Tree was quieting in its protests, its power waning. It could not win against her leaders might. Not that her countrymen knew who held her loyalty now. Only to him was she subservient, to all others she was a goddess if not more. <em>Come and challenge me fools who believe in the Tree, its power holds no sway here anymore.</em> She spat out mentally into the night, toward the young girl with haunting eyes and the figures that surrounded her. <br><br>Althia's hands clenched, nails biting into the soft flesh of her palm as she fought down the ire that roused at the thought. No one could defeat her now though, no one would ruin her Master's plans. Dreams were nothing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Promise of Dreams ( Wistful Dream &amp; Kuryzk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kurzyk</strong> on <strong>31-10-2009, 18:45:36</strong>
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				Laughter passed in a river of ale, lost in the wake of a night's revelry. Winks from tavern lasses filled his heart as a boyish grin whispered silver tongued flattery and promises. Pint upon pint washed away responsibility and the disapproval of his father whose voice, stern and imposing, echoed Relthea's duty. The King was most fond of his brother Khelek. Everyone knew it especially Corvus who rode silently in black toward the town of Brae. <br><br>But Lysander cared little for such matters. He enjoyed the love of wine and women, spun in the decadence of the lifestyle of his fair mannered complexion, and agile figure. He figured the farther he was from the kingdom, the farther he was from the King and responsibility, which sat just fine with him.<br><br>After all, what was the measure of a man but to be in the arms of a woman with a lust for life? For without its passions there would be no worth to living.<br><br>But tonight would be different for once again foreign dreams invaded his flight. He'd had them of late but mostly incoherent whispers of shattered images calling. This night they held a voice, pure and beckoning on the wings of moonlight. <br><br>He turned, burying himself deeper in arms that offered false love and assurance. Lost in the current of sleep his thoughts turned to his father.<br><br><em>"Lysander!" His father's eyes, angry and filled with duty. Always demanding that which Lysander was unwilling to give. His heart. <br><br>Then he heard her. Soft and beautiful, pure as a swan's dip of her beak in a moonlit pool... spinning him over the canopy of an ancient forest. Wisps spiralled in the haze of the mighty trees, as they found comfort in its rafters. <br><br>Who was she? An angel's touch upon him this fair night? Was he dreaming?</em><br><br><br>Shifting again, a sweat broke on his brow and wove its way down the side of his face. He mumbled softly turning to a moan. <br><br><br><em>Distant land, calling for him over the tops of the trees. Twilight eyes...<br><br>"You have a responsibility!" his father's voice again, disapproving, disappointed. He wanted sons like Khelek, mighty in battle, heroic to the people and bearing the mantle of leadership. <br><br>"Leave me alone!" He cried, longing for the women and away from this destiny.<br><br>Recoiling from her, he fell from the sky landing on the dark forest floor. And as the shadows closed upon him he woke up in a scream.</em><br><br><br><br>"Aww did Lysie have a bad dream?" said a brunette with barely any cloth to cover her half drunk figure. Her hand pressed against his head, as the giggles of a blonde crossing the room filled the air.<br><br>"Well maybe we should do something about that," the latter said and plopped herself down at the Prince's side.<br><br>He noticed them but looked straight ahead lost in thought. This was the first time these dreams took shape. Why did he feel so afraid? Was it not just a dream? This was just too unsettling.<br><br>Lifting himself from their carresses, and as he pulled up his leather pants and pulled on a white silk tunic he gave them his classic charming grin, "Sorry ladies I... have to go for a walk." <br><br>With frowns they pouted in the bed. <br><br>Leaning over he gave them both kisses and with arousal in his eyes whispered, "I'll be back."<br><br>His boots on, he closed the door to giggles and moans, for the ladies were often quite fond of each other; a point that he usually enjoyed. But not this morning. <br><br>Walking along the muddy horse ridden streets he smelled the wet air. It had rained in the night. Sam the baker had just opened with several wood cutters stocking on bread for the day's work. Despite the threat of the Camitus, a day was after all still a day, and work had to be done.<br><br>Work. Everyone always seemed to be working, doing something. He never had to work and while he quite enjoyed that fact, there were times when... he felt without purpose; almost as if something called to him, a destiny whispering on the cool air. Being the Prince of Relthea was distinguished sure, but Khelek would run things with Corvus slinking along doing... whatever it is he does. Who needed Lysander? He missed his mother.<br><br>Standing on the edge of the city he looked out at the horizon. It's golden rays kissing the first clouds to receive it and coating the sky in golden magnifence. A light wind brisked his fair hair which shone in the morning sun. He loved the feel of the wind as it swirled his hair around his shoulders. With a smile he thought of his mother, and of the dream. What would she want him to do?
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Promise of Dreams ( Wistful Dream &amp; Kuryzk )</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>03-11-2009, 01:32:16</strong>
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				Dawn had just barely peeked over the tops of the trees when Lita roused her companions, one, after the next. She was relentless, Riley waking easily, Peuran coming alert with a smile. She let him wake Tera. For the twins, Miran she shoved to no avail yet the moment she teased a dagger along his arm he came jerking awake. She had parried the thrust he made with the dagger he slept with with one of her own. She nodded to him and he returned it. For Lieder she did confess to taking a nearly fiendish delight in the manner of wake up call she gave him, lugging a pitcher full of water, chilled from the night, and dashing it over him. Repayment for the night before.<br><br>He came sputtering awake and leveled her with a glare that could have done his brooding twin proud. "Lita..did you really have to do that?" <br><br>"Yes you sodding drunk. Everyone else is already up, lets go."<br><br>She slipped off, leaving the pitcher behind, not caring if it earned his ire. After all Lieder never clung to anger nor grudges for longer then a few hours, one of his redeeming qualities. She made her way to her own bed and gathered up her things, neatly packing them away in her saddle bags. Strange as it was she felt as if she were going home, back to the forest; most people now feared the depths of the Camitus, but she only longed to be under the branches again, for all that there was a darkness in them. Perhaps she could fix that darkness, to be sure something pulled her back, her inner compass like a geas upon her soul. She slipped from the room before the others, her saddle bags on her slender shoulders, long black hair tied back for the moment. Her well worn boots tread lightly across the boards of the inn's hallway and she descended the stairs, making a line straight for the stables. <br><br>Slowly the others followed, each in their own manner, yet all assembled, sensing the same urge to be gone that so possessed and drove Lita. Miran even touched her shoulder lightly, his dark eyes full of understanding and she managed a wan smile to twitch upon her lips. Riley moved among them, ever thoughtful and made certain each had a portion of bread and cheese for breakfast, the bread hot and crusty, fresh from the inn's kitchen's. Lita ate her's swiftly, washing it down with a drink from her waterskin before swinging up into her saddle. Riley was the next in saddle and then Tera, aided by Pur, the men mounted last, but finally Pur lead them out of the inn's courtyard, working their way through the city. <br><br>It was quiet, in the hush before the day really started, but after weeks of being in the stable her horse was having none of it. She held the reins tight, her knees pressed into the stallion's sides as she tried to control him. It didn't work overly well. He broke off from the other's, earning a cry from Lieder and a look of shock from Peuran. Lita cursed her horse under her breath, sawing at the reins to no avail as the horse seemed to fly through the half awake city. Luckily though her damned horse had an aversion for bridges, drawing up short before the edge of the river banks and rearing with a loud protest. She clung to him, her arms wrapped tight around the honey colored neck, cursing and let out a breath when he finally sent back to ground.<br><br>"You cursed beast, no head but all legs I swear I should have let that glue maker take you...."
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