(Akasma and Faure) Amather
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				Title: <strong>(Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akasma</strong> on <strong>01-03-2010, 12:14:30</strong>
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				With her eyes closed she sped through the forest. She was exceptionally fortunate to have been accepted as a student by the noble, Glandur. He was very wise for his years and though their focus was on the arcane arts, he never let her slack when it came to physical agility either. He required that she be proficient in not only functioning in the absence of her senses but ready to take on the whole world it seemed, without the use of her senses. So as she ran, she felt the direction the air was coming from so she knew where the openings lied. She also was prepared to defend herself against attack at any moment. She also strained to be careful where she placed her feet, so as to be as silent as possible.&nbsp; Though she remained ready for an attack at any time one did not come this morning. <br><br>She could not help but enjoy the fresh live scent of the plants as she rushed by and the soft springy turf beneath her bare feet as they came to push against it, giving her momentum. She was glad she had used a leather thong to tie her hair back with, often she forgot and though Vanya, Glandur’s wife, was to gentle a person to say anything, she would display her disapproval with a tightening of her mouth instead of her customary smile. To evoke such a reaction from Vanya was to bring shame upon oneself, as the wizened beauty had taught Yintainia, just because one is master of the arcane does not mean they may neglect to present themselves as a lady. Regardless of what activities she may undertake, no matter how dirty or laborious, Vanya insisted that Yintainia maintain flawless composure. She was expected to always look neat enough for a cup of tea with the queen, were the occasion ever to arise. <br><br>When her run was over, she stopped near the lake for a sip of water. She released her thick, long, wavy red hair from the leather thong so that it may once more lie luxuriantly cascaded over her deep bronze shoulders. Her big, black eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light. She was not surprised to see Glandur sitting in a meditative pose about 12 yards from shore, resting on a rock. He smiled to her and she curtsied good morning to her mentor. Before she had returned to standing he had begun chanting spells to hurl at her. She quickly countered them all. She had trained under him for over two decades now and new much. By right of passage she had become a full sorceress and lived on her own in the small village of Amather. She continued to train under Glandur though because he was the best, and she wanted to learn everything. <br><br>Like most sun elves she was almost entirely self sufficient. She was quite content in her life, visiting with family, training with Glandur &amp; Vanya, and she had a special knack for turning dew drops into a prismatic stone. Each reflecting most prominently the color of essence the plant that the dew had come from possessed. She used these gems to trade for the things she could not readily provide for herself. She knew she was most fortunate to live such a blessed life.&nbsp; She knew what her mission was for today before Glandur said a word, though she let him tell her anyway.&nbsp; He wanted her to continue her close studying of the islands’ animals’; she was learning to mimic their forms and behaviors, even their body language. This took years of study but was fully worth it. She had seen more of her world as a bird of prey than she had as an elf. So it was she set off through the village to start her hunt for the big cats. They were more elusive and so she had been waiting to study them until she was quite comfortable with morphing. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faure</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 00:36:02</strong>
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				"Yes, mother." came the reply. Dae'thil peered up at the trees, eyes squinting slightly against the sun light that shone through before giving a small sigh. Arms helped to carry the wood that his mother had requested, bringing them into the house and laying it down near the fire place for later should they decide to ignite it. A small smile would be given as he was thanked. Father was out again it seemed, no doubt in his daily meditations. He was Dae'thil, son to Glandur and Vanya, some of the greatest masters of the arcane in the world. Hands reached to tug on his heavy cloak, tightening it slightly around his figure. Even though it was a sunny day and certainly warm, he always wore than what was really needed. The extra warmth of the clothing didn't bother him much at all. He had been like that all his life, preferring the shelter and covering of his clothing.<br><br>Stepping outside again, he let his eyes close momentarily, a small breeze flowing past that made his long black hair flutter in the wind. Pale skin was graced by the coolness of the wind, the small parts that weren't covered by his clothing. Pale skin? Yes, he was light skinned, a substantial difference to the more darker and tan elves of the area. Glandur and Vanya were not his real parents, but adopted ones that had come to take him in and raise him as one of their own. The other elves of the village often looked to him with a mixture of wonderment and curiosity whenever he walked through, the few times that he did. Perhaps that was why he enjoyed wearing such big and draping clothing. Some viewed him as different; he viewed himself as unique. As far apart from the rest of them he might have been, he was in no way any less pleasing to the eye. When it wasn't hidden underneath the hood of his cloak, he had a handsome, cleanly shaven face. Cheek bones were high, eyes a rich oak brown that accented his pale skin very much so.<br><br>Fingers tugged at his clothing again as he came up to his father, eyes watching him as he sat there and meditated. He stayed silent, not wanting to disturb him from his meditations before turning to his side. A smile came across his face as he saw a figure off in the distance, seeming to be moving away from him and his father. It was Yintainia, there was no doubt. She was the elf that his father had been training for quite some time now. Ever since she had started her training, he had gotten to spend some time here and there with her. Having grown up together, he was always polite and admiring of her, how she was the sole student that his father hand picked to allow to study under him. These days they did not spend as much time together as they often did as she was busy off perfecting her skills, but there would be the occasional lunch where the four of them, Yintainia, his father, mother and himself would sit down and enjoy the day.<br><br>"She is becoming attuned to nature and it's citizens." came a voice. It was his father, as his head turned back to the meditating figure. A nod of understanding would be given to him as he straightened up some. He was glad his father explained such things to him. He had no natural affinity for the magic that his father was currently teaching and thus, hard as he tried, he could not study the concept of natural magic that Yintainia was undertaking. The more arcane and less natural schools of magic he fared better in at least.<br><br>"Mother sent me to tell you and Yintainia that lunch would be ready soon. It has been a long time since all four of us had the time to sit down together." he would say to his father, eyes then peering off to the figure that had just disappeared into the forest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akasma</strong> on <strong>05-03-2010, 03:43:14</strong>
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				As she walked she twisted her hair back up and tied the leather strip back into it. By nature she was quite the tom boy but Vanya had done an amazing job of whipping her into shape. Though her clothes were often simple, she preferred black and so wore it almost every day, otherwise she would usually wear hunter green, both colors went well with her fairly uncommon hair color. Today she was wearing black leggings with a simple tunic that hung almost to her knees, belted at the waist. Her belt held the important things she must always keep at hand, her knife and a pouch of reagents. <br><br>Now that her hair was tied up she broke into an easy jog. She would smile and nod at people as she passed. She loved living in a small village where she knew almost everyone fairly well. She loved the way they worked together as a community, everyone helped. Together they were very strong as everyone did their part and since that was how it was no one had to do everything by themselves. It was only a few minutes before she was to the forest edge. These woods were much more dense that those she had just been in. The largest predator in those woods had been a coyote, this forest though was home to wolves, bears, and of course the solitary big cats she was in search of.<br><br>She stepped lightly into the forest, the canopy above easily excluding most of the light from reaching the forest floor. She took a moment and let her eyes adjust, she rested the palm of her hand against the trunk of a young maple and could not help but smile. Arcane may be her specialty but like almost all elves she had an affinity for nature. All the plants so vibrant and bursting with life and energy, it filled her with a warm fuzzy feeling. She kissed the trunk of the tree and took another step in. She doubted she would see any signs this close to the forest edge but it was always best to be thorough. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faure</strong> on <strong>06-03-2010, 00:22:29</strong>
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				Dae'thil felt a small twitch in his back, hands reaching behind him to gently pat on his back before returning his attention to his surroundings. It was a lovely day, one that he hoped would be spent relaxing and just enjoying it. His head turned as he heard his father speak again. "Are they bothering you, son?" came the question. His head shook in response to him. Hands pulled upon his cloak again, letting it tighten slightly around his figure once more. His hood was off for now, as he didn't really feel a need to hide his pale self since it was his father here after all. Really, the only ones who would have been accustomed to seeing him without hiding under cloth would be his parents and Yintainia.<br><br>"No father, it is ok. I shall see you for lunch? Mother will probably need me to do a few more things for her." A polite bow would be given to his father before he excused himself, then made off back towards the house. He pondered what was to be for lunch; he had gone off to let the other two know without even inquiring and taking a look at what was being prepared. It mattered not though, for it was the company that was important. He had few that he kept dear, but those that he did, he cherished more than anything.<br><br>A small sigh left his chest as he reached the house, a hand reaching out to push the door open. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he were like the others, tanned skin and more in tune with nature. The thoughts would be shaken from his head; no, it was for the better. There must be a reason why he wasn't like them. Perhaps he wouldn't have had the most caring parents in the world if he had been born into their society, perhaps he wouldn't be who he was now. Dae'thil banished such thoughts from his mind for the rest of the morning, just moving about now to help his mother set up in his free time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akasma</strong> on <strong>07-03-2010, 04:52:58</strong>
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				As she had suspected there were no signs of the cats she was hunting near the forest edge. They would not want to come near the activity of the village. She picked her way slowly into the forest heading for the stream that ran near to the village and deep into this forest.&nbsp; Tracks would be most easily seen by the water’s edge.&nbsp; She followed one of the deer paths as it wound around trees and skirted the worst of the brambles. She was quite surprised to see a lokuberry patch this deep into the woods, she would make a mental note of the location and let her mother know when she got home. Lokuberry pie was her mother’s favorite. <br><br>It had only taken an hour of brisk walking before she could hear the tell tale musical bubbling of water spilling around and over rocks. The closer she got the cooler and fresher the air tasted, a result of the water evaporating into the air here. Now that she had reached the water she turned South West and walked beside it, sometimes having to carefully navigate around tall reed patches. So far she had encountered many creatures, just none that she was after and the mud that inevitably edged the water had a plethora of tracks, many belonging to the great silver maned wolves of the area. She had quite enjoyed morphing into them, with their powerful sense of smell and intricate body language, they have been a challenge to learn the finer details of.<br>Finally after another hours time she found a track, one that she had been hoping for. This cat was big indeed and the tracks were relatively fresh, from the last day or two. Here she took pause, was it better to see from where the beast had come or to see to where he has gone, she asked herself. One could learn much from both courses of action. She decided to see the past first to better understand the creature. It took only a few minutes to track back from the stream to a thicketed area that had a large half rotted log in it. The first thing to alert her was the foul stench of meat gone bad. A few more steps ascertained a mostly eaten deer carcass, scavengers would finish it off soon no doubt. The tiger she was after had lounged all around the kill as was evident by the brush having been pushed down and crushed in large circles where it had laid near its kill and where it had drug its meal around. She guessed the tiger had likely been here several days and had now decided to move on. Good to know he wouldn’t be hungry she chuckled to herself and headed back to follow the tracks in the opposite direction.<br><br>She was not disappointed with her choice to track back first. It took a while but she did finally find the creature she was after. He was sleeping soundly up in a tree. He was a large, healthy, and happy looking cat. She had immense respect for the big cats, they had even been known to take down and elf on occasion, usually thinking they needed to defend their young, but still there were not many animals capable of harming an elf. She was surprised to see that his coat seemed predominated with black rather than the deep purple that was the secondary color of his coat. He measured easily 16 feet and probably weighed about 900 pounds, much of which was thick well sculpted muscle. She made it a point to be silent as she watched him for some time. Before she realized it was getting late and she should report back in to see Glandur. She walked far enough away to not wake startle or wake the tiger and she morphed into a spine tailed swift and darted for the village. The trek that had taken a couple hours took only a few minutes as she could not go in a straight line. The sun was near setting when she alighted upon Glandur’s roof, he would not mind her changing form here, he knew her preferred forms well enough and liked to see her training in use. Before landing in the back yard and returning to her own form, she sang gently the swifts evening song letting it drift along through the air. She not only enjoyed their song but it was one of her favorite forms for its speed. She undid her hair quickly tying the leather thong neatly around her wrist. She knocked on the door and neatened her clothing quickly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faure</strong> on <strong>13-03-2010, 22:39:22</strong>
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				Dae'thil ran a hand through his dark strands of hair, letting it brush gently before he gave a small sigh. He moved within the house, just setting up the table and moving a few chairs here and there. His mother had everything else prepared pretty much; food lay on the table, freshly cooked and certainly ready to be eaten. The sun poured through the window, just giving a lovely glow to the room as it really was quite comfortable. He had been left alone now, mother probably went to go change after cooking. Eyes looked over the food as it sat there waiting; he knew better than to start without everyone else, that was just rude and bad manners indeed. Plus, he could wait; he could always wait for these times.<br><br>A smile came to his lips as the thought of having such a nice lunch ran through it. He decided to go out and bring in some more wood for the fire place; he had no doubt that he would be asked to fetch some more later, so he would just go do it now. Hands pulled his cloak gently as he made his way towards the door. Upon reaching it, his hand would come out and grab onto the handle when he heard a gentle knocking. He paused for a moment; there was someone else on the other side. A small pull would be given as he swung the door inwards to open it, eyes squinting for a moment as the bright sun shone right in his eyes suddenly. It took a few moments, but when his eyes finally focused he found himself standing there in front of Yintainia. A smile would soon spread upon his lips as he looked down now, bringing his gaze away from her as a hand reached up to give a cheerful wave. "Oh, well hello there Yintainia." A step back would he taken, opening the way into his home for her. "Mother's changing I think, so please make yourself comfortable. I'm just going out to get some more wood."<br><br>He was certainly a little surprised to see her, but at the same time grateful to. It had been a good amount of time since he actually got to talk to her again; once having been good companions, they had grown distant over time. It was inevitable though, as she seemed to be so busy with her training and himself with his duties. He waited until she would step in through the door before heading out it himself, pausing for a moment to look back over his shoulder at her. "It is good to see you again by the way." With that he would step forward and make his way around the outside of the house to where the already cut wood was stored. A small sigh would be exhaled out; Yintainia was here. He had always admired her, always revered her as she was the chosen apprentice of his father. He knew it, everyone in the village knew it; you had to be very special to be hand picked by Glandur and indeed, Yintainia was something special. Their time spent together when they were younger proved to be just that, a special time. They were grown up now though and she had become quite a lady. His head shook before he leaned down to pick up another pile of wood, lifting it up into his arms before bringing it back inside.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akasma</strong> on <strong>14-03-2010, 10:29:15</strong>
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				Yintainia stepped inside the doorway and curtsied to Dae’thil “It is good to see you too Dae’thil.” She replied as he proceeded out of sight. She saw that lunch was ready and waiting, surely Glandur would be along soon for her to report to. Undoubtedly tonight would be a long night as she would follow the cat in its evening activities. She stood out of the way in the corner, silently, hands clasped behind her back. She let her mind drift in thought, reflecting on the big gorgeous creature as she had seen it, slumbering high in the branches. Its sleek powerful muscles giving its shape grace. There was something irresistible about felines, which must be why the smaller ones were so often kept as pets.<br><br>The movement of the door caught her attention and instinctively her head turned to see Glandur enter. She smiled to him and waited until he signaled for her to speak. “What have you found on this day my child?” His voice like always was warm and kind, something she had always loved about him.<br><br>“I have found a subject to study. He sleeps right now, I shall follow his movements when he becomes active this evening, master. He is beautiful, there is no denying that.” Her admiration for the creature clear in her glowing report. <br><br>“Beautiful, yes, of this I have no doubt, dangerous as well so you had best take care. Make sure to keep your distance and stay hidden as you watch.” Her master warned, looking her straight in the eye. She bowed her head in acknowledgement. Before anything else could be said Vanya entered the room, breathtakingly beautiful as always, Yintainia curtsied to her delicately.<br><br>“Would you join us for this meal Yintainia?” The honey and silk chords of Vanya’s voice inquired.<br><br>“Of, course, it would be my pleasure.” She could not refuse Vanya, even if she tried. The three took their places at the table awaiting Dae’thil’s return. Now that formality had been served, the three elves chatted amiably about the things going on in their lives like old friends. For now, they were talking about Yintainia’s parents, during the course of her training they had become quite close with Glandur and Vanya, this was only natural considering the length of time their daughter was spending here.<br><br>“I will have to double check with my parents but why don’t we all get together at my house for dinner. Maybe the day after tomorrow, I know my parents would love a chance to visit with you guys.” Yintainia added, she smiled when Vanya agreed and reminded herself to go check with her mother before she headed back out to do any more tracking. She would also have to decide what to make as well.<br><br>She listened quietly with a smile upon her lips as Vanya told her of the things she had been up to lately and of her recent trip to Sania to visit her sister. She couldn’t help but laugh at some of the funny anecdotes she was sharing.&nbsp; Vanya served a glass of flower nectar wine to each of them, even one for her son for when he returned, as she talked. To Yintainia the wine was a sign that they would be chatting and catching up for the next several hours. Odd that she had not been told about this though, since Vanya had obviously had it planned. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Faure</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 06:02:20</strong>
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				Dae'thil made his way into the room with the pile of wood in his arm, placing them down next to the fireplace alongside what he had brought in before. He turned his head to see his father Glandur coming in, starting conversation with Yintainia. A smile passed along his face as he watched them begin to settle down at the table. Silently he made his way past the chattering pair and pushed the door, stepping back outside to go clean his hands from handling the wood.<br><br>Dae'thil would return to find the three of them seated there at the table, all three of them seemingly busy with their conversations. A small wave would be given to the three of them as he made his way over to join them at the table. Pale figure would slide into the seat next to Yintainia, pulling himself in as he sat down with them. It was nice to see them all gathered at the table again, as lunch would soon commence. He watched as his mother began to uncover the food, letting the aroma of such a finely made meal waft over him. It smelled delicious; he couldn't wait. He would control himself though as he gave a small word of thanks as his own glass of wine was given to him, taking a small sip before reaching out to take a piece of fruit while waiting for Vanya to finish taking some portions for Glandur and herself.<br><br>The lunch went on just as he liked it; relaxed, carefree and being able to appreciate the togetherness. He wouldn't say much during the time though, just nodding his head and speaking a few short answers to whatever questions might have been directed his way. He took his time with his lunch, just slowly taking in and enjoying the food. If anything, perhaps he was just prolonging the moment that all of them had. Dae'thil listened on in wonderment as Yintainia and his father spoke of her hunt earlier, of how she had found a beautiful and powerful beast for her to shadow some time later on. It sounded like quite the experience, it was just too bad that it wasn't anything for him. His hand reached out to grab a hold of his glass as he lifted it to his lips, taking a sip before his father suddenly addressed him. <br><br>"Dae'thil, it is quite the lovely day outside." Glandur paused for a moment before looking back to Yintainia, a wide smile gracing his aged yet wise face. "Why don't you take the day off and join Yintainia for a free day? She has been training very hard for quite awhile now. I suppose a small break is in store for us all." He would give a nod of his head before picking his own glass of wine up to take a small sip from it. "Your training today is concluded Yintainia, you have been doing marvelous as usual. It would be wise too, to relax a little bit before you go off chasing that subject that you had found earlier....as you will be spending much time with it once you start. Dae'thil has been eager to see you again anyways." That smile just seemed to be ever present; maybe it was the wine starting to loosen him up, but there was no mistaking it to be sincere in such a cheerful environment.<br><br>Dae'thil gave a small pause, blinking for a few moments before looking down at his plate. Father was allowing them to take the day off? Oh he didn't do that often at all. His cheeks flushed slightly at the mention of how he wanted to see Yintainia. Father didn't have to put it in such a way....still he was grateful for the free day. A bow of his head would come in respect to him, sneaking a small glance up at Yintainia and offering his own sheepish smile before looking back to Glandur.
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akasma</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 12:10:37</strong>
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				Thoroughly content she had enjoyed an array of fruit for her meal; no doubt the four of them had finished off at least a complete skin of wine. She was rather surprised to hear Glandur tell her to take some time to relax. She had assumed she would meditate before going back to track the cat before evening set in and it would become active again. Regardless an afternoon with Dae’thil would be nice as well, it would not hurt her to forgo her peoples version of sleep for a day. She smiled back at the rather sheepish smile from Dae’thil and wondered at its meaning for a moment. She could tell there was something behind the smile but what she was unsure, she would have to ask him about it later on when he could be more open about things. They had been friends for a very long time, even if they did not always get to spend a lot of time together. He was reserved around almost everyone but she knew there was a more open side to him, when he was comfortable enough to let his guard down. She wished she knew how to make him more comfortable with the other villagers, even though him being different bothered him it did not bother any of them. Elves were an accepting bunch by nature.<br><br>It was not long before Glandur and Vanya excused themselves to go on a walk together, no doubt to take a break as he had previously mentioned. She started clearing the dishes and putting away the leftovers, she was certainly very familiar with this house. She made quick work of the dishes and put them away while idly chatting with her young elfin friend. She wondered if he had anything in particular in mind. She wiped her hands dry on the dishtowel and asked Dae’thil to excuse her for ten minutes so she could change.<br>She smiled and backed out the door and ran the short way to her house and changed keeping her black leggings and swapping her long tunic for a shorter black shirt. She hopped down a few houses and let her mother know of the dinner she had planned before running back to meet up with Dae’thil. Now she would be more comfortable for whatever adventures they set out to do. She knocked on the door once again and while she waited quickly plaited her long red hair into a braid and tied it at the end. <br><br>While at her mother’s she had asked that Yintainia make some more prisms for jewelry making. Her mother was quite good at it, apparently some were quite interested in trading goods for such pretty baubles. More importantly it seemed it was something her mother enjoyed doing and that made her quite happy. She smiled with the thought. Since she would spend the night hunting she should be in the forest come dawn to make more prisms for her. She was even likely to find a wide variety of plants to make them from, providing a wide range of colors. <br>Now she just had to decide what to make for dinner, she had to think of what she would have easily on hand. She knew she had some winter squash and apple stored away safely, still lots of grain saved back too. Perhaps making a stuffing for the squash with apples, grain and perhaps some fresh berries, even though she was full her mouth watered at the idea. She also wanted to find something special for dessert; she knew both sets of parents had a fondness for sweet things. <br><br>She realized she was having troubles concentrating on any one topic in her mind, it took her a few moments to realize that it could have something to do with all the nectar wine she had imbibed for lunch. She did not often have fermented beverages so it always seemed to take her by surprise the effects they had on her. She certainly wasn’t drunk but more tipsy, she did not have them often so was easily susceptible to their affects. When Dae’thil answered the door she asked him cheerily “Where to?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Faure</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 13:57:21</strong>
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				Dae'thil was glad to see that Yintainia seemed pleased with the idea of a free day as well. Although, he was concerned that he may be stepping in on her precious training time, but it seemed like Glandur trusted her enough to give them a free day. After lunch was finished, he would help Yintainia with the dishes as his parents made their way off to take a stroll for the day. He wasn't sure where they went, but their walks often took many hours and they were gone for a good portion of the day. He didn't normally go with them on their walks, as that was their alone time. No matter though, he still had some work to do. Fortunately, the dishes did not take long as he helped clean those up and wipe the table down. It wouldn't be long before they were both finished. Yintainia had excused herself to go prepare herself for the day, whatever that would encompass. He gave a nod of his head, watching her hurry out the door as she sped off back to her home.<br><br>A sigh would be exhaled as Dae'thil shook his head, clearing his mind. He was pleased with lunch, pleased that they had their time to spend together. It was like when they were all younger, not busied with the day and their own things. He took a moment to pace around the kitchen, just letting the time clear his mind; it was important for him to keep his head clear. He was getting to spend time with Yintainia after all! It wouldn't be long before she had returned, his ears perking slightly to the knock upon the door. Making his way over, he would swing it open to greet her, his lips pulling to a smile upon seeing her. "Where to?" she would ask. Ah, where to....something that he hadn't thought anything of.<br><br>A shrug would be given to her as a hand reached up to brush his long black hair back, letting strands fall back upon his head. "I....don't know. You know me Yintainia, I've never been one to make decisions as to where to go or what to do." It was the truth, he had never minded going here or there, doing this or that even when he was younger. Yintainia would often come and drag him off to show him this or that, perhaps something interesting that she had found or a new place for them to explore. It wasn't as if he had any time to think of where he would like to go either, even if there was somewhere in specific. After all, the free day was just given to him not too long ago; he didn't have any time to plan! Gaze would wander down Yintainia, noting her change of clothing. She looked very nice; he wasn't sure why she needed to change, but she did. "Maybe....there's somewhere you would like to go? I mean, with all the time you spend out there, I'm sure there are new places that you've found or have made note that perhaps you would like to go back to when you had time?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: (Akasma and Faure) Amather</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Akasma</strong> on <strong>27-04-2010, 23:08:03</strong>
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				She watched Dea’thil&nbsp; shrug and listened intently as he spoke then she laughed “You are trying to trick me into deciding again, definitely not, it is your turn to decide this time.” She leaned casually against the door frame and looked up into Dea’thil’s eyes as she crossed her arms decidedly “Let me know when you have decided what you would like to do today.” She couldn’t quite hide the mischievous smile even though her uncontrolled hair tried to do it for her, making her realize she had forgotten to tie her hair up again. She wondered if he felt as giddy as she did right now, just about anything sounded enticing whether he chose to lay in the field and watch the clouds drift by or wander through the forest, she would even be up for some flying if that was his choice.<br><br>It really was a lovely day, gentle breezes and fluffy white clouds abounded on this light and sunny day. That made it perfect for just about anything one could imagine, except maybe hiding indoors.&nbsp; She let her foot tap against her leg to the music in her head, her mind just happily wandering.She was sure he would come up with something fun to do.<br>
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