Sandstone [LisiusChase & Wistful Dream]
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				Title: <strong>Sandstone [LisiusChase &amp; Wistful Dream]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wistful Dream</strong> on <strong>11-10-2009, 21:35:39</strong>
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				<div style="text-align: right;"><em>2009 AD<br>Outside of the Mountain City Petra, Jordan</em></div><br>She was riding hard, urging her horse through the desert, away from the artificial oasis, away from the mountain cliff city of Petra and her single minded mother. Seriously, the woman could have been possessed as far as anything outside her work was concerned. Nothing mattered. Not even her daughter, who had traveled all this long way to spend the summer with her. The nineteen year olds long dark hair flew out behind her like a ribbons to flutter and dance through the wind as it streamed with her mounts gallop; her amber eyes snapped with a fire that was offset by the creaminess of her pale golden skin. Pale gold in the color of the sun just peeking over the horizon at dawn, so pale it was almost white but golden white rather then silvery or rose. Fiona DeBoue showed her breading, her French blood and that of a once noble line as well. Her mother was in fact, by birth right a Countess. <br><br>A snort of irritation sounded then, falling from the girls slender, elegantly shaped features. Her mother could only think of work, and one would never think that the waif like raven haired woman currently digging in some patch of dirt to find ancient water systems was actually Countess Amabelle DeBoue. "Damnez-le!" she muttered fiercely under her breath. She had given up a summer at the beaches of southern France for this? <br><br>She reined up Soleil, her rather spirited black stallion as the desert wind worked through the early summer air. She had already completed one semester at the University in Paris, with half a semester in London. She had grown up in the greatest cities of the world, had intelligence and noble blood, and if one over looked her too full figure she was a very blessed young woman. Yet Fiona could not keep her mother's interest for more then half an hour unless she was mucking around in the dirt digging with her. And even that was no guarantee. Soleil pranced for a moment, nearly dancing with his elegantly graceful legs; her wanted to keep running. Fi glanced around, back to look at the city carved into the cliffs, the sun was about an hour from setting. She had plenty of time to enjoy her ride with her stallion, with her only true companion in this desert torment. This trip had been useless, really. <br><br>With a sigh to herself she urged the eager horse beneath her back into motion. The sands rose and feel as his hooves kicked them up like a dust storm as they moved across the untamed, wild and savage land. It was relief to just focus on the wild wind, on the ride, on the horse beneath her as she let go of her thoughts. At least until Soleil suddenly reared into the air and danced away from one particular part of the sand before them. She held on with the expertise of someone nearly born in the saddle, her Pere had insisted on that. <br><br>"Shssh, shssh dear heart, I will figure out what this is." <br><br>She soothed down her mount before dismounting and slipping down into the desert sands. Her knee high leather boots were practical for out here, since of course sand would get into anything else all too easily. And they were comfortable more importantly, laced up over her loose linen pants, linen over jeans for the heat of the desert. Linen kept things cooler, just a touch. The color of the pants was a dark deep brown, with a golden button up collared shirt to cover her torso, the colors flattering to her coloring and also blending into the desert well enough if there was need. Her long dark hair reached down to her curved waist, though it wasn't as long as her mothers. Fiona's eyes were a deep, rich amber, that were currently darker with curiosity and a bit of apprehension. This could be a bad thing.<br><br>Perhaps a snake. She reached into the harness on her pommel and took out the pistol, she would kill it if it was a poisonous one. No reason to risk her precious stallion. She toed the sand in front of her, the odd shape confusing her. At least until it shifted slightly and she saw an arm. "Cher Dieu! Its a man" she murmured in incredulity before kneeling in the sand and proceeding to dig him out of the hot sands. How could anyone live after sleeping in the sands through the hottest part of the day? Yet he had. <br><br>She rolled him onto his back, and spared a moment to be thankful she showed her father's blood rather then her mothers. She was able to lift him slowly into a sitting position and with a few hand motions get her trained horse to kneel in the sand so she could get the male onto the saddle before pulling herself up into the saddle behind him. This man was large, even compared to her tall frame, and if she had guessed right in the dying light of the sunset handsome. He also had a dagger sticking out of him. Regardless, he needed medical attention, that was clear and so she would take him back to camp. If he ended up being a criminal then the men could handle it, however, something told her he wasn't, that he was something far different then that. <br><br>Her grandmere called it soul feeling, so she would not ignore it. <br><br>So she guided Soleil back to Petra, back to the encampment that held the most frustrating person in the world to her. Her mother. Oh faites-le sauter, her mother would throw a fit about having a male in the camp. Oh well she could stow it and shove it elsewhere, not that she would notice it really, hopefully. Fiona sighed and spared a moment to be glad that her camp was slightly away from the others. She had wanted to stay in one of the near by cities rather then out at the dig itself and so she had her own little house to herself. It should be easy enough to hide one large, unconscious male. At least that was what she told herself as she struggled to get him off the horse and into the living room. She made it only to the couch before her arms gave out and she let him fall there. <br><br>Shaking her head with a sigh she set about making him comfortable and then tending to Soleil. The strangers clothing was as odd as her discovery of him. She had used the first aid kit to tend to the cut, discarding the dagger in her kitchen sink before she decided to go take a shower and get the sweat, sand and blood off of her. Perhaps something had happened that would make this summer worth while.
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