An Undeniable Itch
Feb 27, 2013 6:38:04 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Feb 27, 2013 6:38:04 GMT -5
(Sanctuary, Year 1020)
Kaylin had wandered out of her small home. She'd already looked over every inch of it, satisfying her curiosity. Now she had a new curiosity that needed to be slaked. Just as in Acoia, at the height of her fear and paranoia, she had managed to find enough courage to approach civilization and watch people, now she found the same desire to look upon the other Chosen. Her motives were a little different, but the need was still there. She hadn't even bothered asking Nuo to come with her, sure of what his answer would be. She'd simply asked Blueberry to let him know she would be back if he inquired after her being gone.
So Kaylin crept as close as she dared to the heart of the Sanctuary. Maple had followed along, making happy sounds and pointing out a thousand inane things. Kaylin smiled at her companion--she hadn't seen Maple act like her true self in a while and it gladdened her heart to see it now. If the sprites could be revived, then there was hoping for her and Nuo as well.
She began to move closer and closer, risking more as nobody noticed her skulking about. She was careful to use every bit of the sneaking skills she'd honed in Acoia, rough as they were, sticking to deep shadows and keeping low to the ground. She only moved when she was certain no eyes were upon her and stayed as still as possible when she wasn't changing positions.
Like usual on her people watching excursions, she latched on to one person and tracked his movements, making up a story in her head about him. He's was a tall, slim man who had some muscle that she glimpsed, but it wasn't immediately obvious. She'd only spotted the hint of a strong body through her careful watching. He had dark red, messy hair that looked like it'd be curly if it wasn't cut fairly short, blue eyes and fair, freckled skin. His clothing was nothing to boast of, being plain, brown and green. She didn't recognize the cut, though that wasn't unusual. If it wasn't Acoian, she didn't really know.
In her head, she spun a story of a man who was roguish and perhaps even a rake (be still, heart, and don't get carried away with THOSE kinds of thoughts), but if he was Chosen, then he must be... something. She realized that it didn't really mean anything to be Chosen. Just look at her; not devout, not powerful. And at the distance she was, there wasn't a hope of seeing his ring or anything that might hint to which Force had selected him. So she made one up in her head. Thuoth. True he didn't look scholarly, but they didn't ALL look bookish.
And then the light caught the hint of something shiny poking out from his back pocket. Her fingers twitched and she dug them into the mossy ground, as if that would calm them. But the need was there. She wanted whatever the man carried. She swallowed hard and watched him even more carefully, moving so he wouldn't be completely out of her sight, but still maintaining a fair distance. Maple flew into the tree branches high above to follow her silly human.
Kaylin had wandered out of her small home. She'd already looked over every inch of it, satisfying her curiosity. Now she had a new curiosity that needed to be slaked. Just as in Acoia, at the height of her fear and paranoia, she had managed to find enough courage to approach civilization and watch people, now she found the same desire to look upon the other Chosen. Her motives were a little different, but the need was still there. She hadn't even bothered asking Nuo to come with her, sure of what his answer would be. She'd simply asked Blueberry to let him know she would be back if he inquired after her being gone.
So Kaylin crept as close as she dared to the heart of the Sanctuary. Maple had followed along, making happy sounds and pointing out a thousand inane things. Kaylin smiled at her companion--she hadn't seen Maple act like her true self in a while and it gladdened her heart to see it now. If the sprites could be revived, then there was hoping for her and Nuo as well.
She began to move closer and closer, risking more as nobody noticed her skulking about. She was careful to use every bit of the sneaking skills she'd honed in Acoia, rough as they were, sticking to deep shadows and keeping low to the ground. She only moved when she was certain no eyes were upon her and stayed as still as possible when she wasn't changing positions.
Like usual on her people watching excursions, she latched on to one person and tracked his movements, making up a story in her head about him. He's was a tall, slim man who had some muscle that she glimpsed, but it wasn't immediately obvious. She'd only spotted the hint of a strong body through her careful watching. He had dark red, messy hair that looked like it'd be curly if it wasn't cut fairly short, blue eyes and fair, freckled skin. His clothing was nothing to boast of, being plain, brown and green. She didn't recognize the cut, though that wasn't unusual. If it wasn't Acoian, she didn't really know.
In her head, she spun a story of a man who was roguish and perhaps even a rake (be still, heart, and don't get carried away with THOSE kinds of thoughts), but if he was Chosen, then he must be... something. She realized that it didn't really mean anything to be Chosen. Just look at her; not devout, not powerful. And at the distance she was, there wasn't a hope of seeing his ring or anything that might hint to which Force had selected him. So she made one up in her head. Thuoth. True he didn't look scholarly, but they didn't ALL look bookish.
And then the light caught the hint of something shiny poking out from his back pocket. Her fingers twitched and she dug them into the mossy ground, as if that would calm them. But the need was there. She wanted whatever the man carried. She swallowed hard and watched him even more carefully, moving so he wouldn't be completely out of her sight, but still maintaining a fair distance. Maple flew into the tree branches high above to follow her silly human.