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Post by Millifiori on Jan 13, 2007 1:46:00 GMT -8
Her heart broke to hear the truth behind his change, his being torn out of Beyond and out of her life. She was frightened by the fact that he hadn't told her what happened to Ravenal, but she didn't dare ask. She stood there shaking as he took out his mirror. He looked so completely different, acted so different, but in his voice she could hear his need, his doubt, his fear. Looking at Miaka, at her parents and Hoffnung, she hoped they would all understand that not even nearly dying at his hands could take the hold he had on her away. "When Sirath is safe," she said quietly, almost inaudibly, "please come back to me."
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Post by araia on Jan 13, 2007 1:59:38 GMT -8
Araia was still for a moment both as he studied the image, and as he listened to Flowers speak. After a few moments he put the mirror away again, and turned back around. He nodded to Flowers, not sure if he could speak again, and then hefted Sirath over his shoulder. He drew the seal in the air in front of him, and once again was gone through a portal.
(Continued in Max's Lodge, Beyond)
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Post by Millifiori on Jan 13, 2007 2:07:04 GMT -8
She collapsed on her bed, unable to take much more. She looked at her parents, and said, "Someone should go find Hectic; I know she didn't mean to hurt Sirath, and she is probably sad that we let him go." She would go herself, but she was overwrought, and figured someone else who knew her better might know better where she'd run to.
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Post by ingarde on Jan 14, 2007 14:45:30 GMT -8
It was sometime in the early afternoon and Ing was absently floating through the forests of Tintagel, bored. When he had heard that his sister would be visiting, he had at first been eager to see her. After she arrived with her boyfriend Rakshiv, though, Ing had suddenly lost all taste for the event. He loved his sister, but she could be really annoying at times and especially around Rakshiv. Of course, it didn't help that Ing hated Rakshiv with a passion and had ever since his sister Celena had brought him home.
Flying next to him was his best friend, a hawk, and without much regard to the rest of the world he was chatting amicably with him in birdspeak. This was completely normal for him, and whenever speaking to his birds it came across as incessant chirping to watchers. "No, no," he said to Sh'erdar, his hands relaxed in his pockets as he hovered through the air. "I tell you, Sherry, he's a horrible horrible fey. No, no, not quite an unseelie, but I wouldn't be surprised if he was. Stupid jerk." Sh'erdar trilled noncommitally, though he didn't quite agree with Ing.
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Post by FoxFire Guardian of Light on Jan 14, 2007 17:35:34 GMT -8
FoxFire, who tended to have greater success in calming Hectic down when she got like this, nodded and patted his daughter's hand gently. "I'll go. Trust me, you did the right thing...regarding both of them." He was referring to both having helped free Sirath, and asking Araia to come back. He gave his wife a knowing look, and Hoffnung left with him, going in an opposite direction; eventually, one of them would find her. Hoffnung would have offered to reset before Hectic had met the pair, but he sensed this would have been bad both for Araia and Millifiori.
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Post by Spinner Guardian of the Low on Jan 14, 2007 17:46:26 GMT -8
Spinner nodded as if her husband had spoken aloud. "Well, mistress Miaka, I imagine now you have all the information you need. I think at this point, it might be better if I went back with you to Beyond to help explain things, since Milli wasn't conscious for all of it, and doesn't quite have the whole story." She was trying to politely but firmly usher Miaka from her daughter's room while speaking, since she knew Araia would be back soon, and the two of them didn't need an audience for what needed to be said between them.
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Post by Hectic Snapdragon on Jan 14, 2007 18:06:54 GMT -8
Hectic was barrelling through woods, meadows, and marshes, her tears leaving a faint trail of glass as they hit the earth below her. She couldn't understand; fey have been trapping mortals in Tintagel since time began. She'd given him the bread, which he'd taken freely and eaten without coeersion. Why did she have to let him go?
While flying, thinking, crying, once again she failed to look where she was going, but this time, it wasn't a tree; it was something squisihy. Looking up, she saw the Guardian of the Birds, and his companion. "OOF," she cried out, hurting her hand between them as she tried desperately to stop.
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Post by ingarde on Jan 14, 2007 18:13:36 GMT -8
Ing had been very wrapped up in his argument with Sh'erdar over his soon-to-be brother-in-law (not if he had any say in it) when he saw an upset young female fey hurling towards him. He looked at Sh'erdar, who looked back at him just as confused, and he braced himself for impact; catching her in the air instead of them both crashing and falling into the ground.
He held her there for a moment to give her a chance to calm down, before smiling and setting her back down on the ground. Sh'erdar chirped and Ing blinked at him, then looked back at her. That's right! Sh'erdar had reminded him that she had been upset for some reason, which just wouldn't do. "What's the matter? Why are you crying?"
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Post by Hectic Snapdragon on Jan 14, 2007 19:51:06 GMT -8
Holding her hand, she whimpered. That really hurt! Normally when people were run into, they fell, but he caught her, so she smashed her hand trying to stop herself. Her tears made piles of glass at his feet, except the ones that rolled off her nose and burned through his shirt. Seeing what she was doing to him, she wiped her eyes and tried to stop crying. "I'm...sorry," she said slowly, not at all her hectic self. "I wasn't watching where I was going." The very LAST thing she was going to do was tell some stranger how she'd pulled the oldest trick in the book on her first mortal ever, only to be foiled by her stupid big sister
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Post by ingarde on Jan 14, 2007 20:00:01 GMT -8
Ing still didn't quite believe her, but he wasn't sure what to do. He looked over at Sh'erdar and chirped, asking him what he thought he should do, and Sh'erdar chirped back. Ing beamed at the idea, and nodded. "That's perfect!" he trilled before looking back at Hectic. He began to sing the tunes of the most skilled songbirds, and soon several began flying towards them. They were of all different colors, from reds to blues to purples to golds to greens and they all fluttered around Hectic before landing on her shoulders, clothes, and hair. Ing smiled at her brightly, and said, "Cheer up! All these birds came to sing a song just for you!"
Ing trilled to the songbirds again, and instantly all of the birds, all ten or so of them, burst into a beautiful song with many different melodies and harmonies. Ing still smiled brightly at her, hoping that this would cheer her up. If it didn't, he wasn't sure what would.
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Post by Hectic Snapdragon on Jan 14, 2007 20:13:43 GMT -8
When he spoke to his bird, she thought he might be a bit crackers, but when he began to sing, her jaw dropped, and the lightning in her eyes crackled with wonder. She'd never heard ANYONE sing like that, and her little heart nearly forgot all about losing Sirath. But when the beautiful birds came and landed on her, she was thunderstruck. Gently lifting her arms and lowering them to look at them carefully, she jumped a bit when they began to sing, but then had to laugh as one of them tickled her wings. Her FoxFire would have flared with delight, only it would have scared them away, or so she thought, so she settled for laughing with delight, and trying to croon with them. She actually had a pretty voice, but it was of course nothing like theirs. She beamed up at Ing, her little heart quite stolen away once again. "They're marvelous!"
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Post by araia on Jan 14, 2007 20:15:10 GMT -8
(From Max's Lodge, Beyond)
The air ripped open in a purple slash again, and Araia stepped through, watching his feet this time to avoid tripping. Once he was all the way through it sealed behind him, and he looked up, a little surprised to find the room empty except for Flowers on her bed, and Spinner trying to lead Miaka out. He took a step back before clearing his throat and saying quietly, "Flowers?"
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Post by ingarde on Jan 14, 2007 20:23:47 GMT -8
Ing grinned, happy that the chorus pleased Hectic so much. He leaned forward and spoke to a brilliant blue bird briefly, then said to Hectic once the birds were done singing, "Here, why don't you keep this one? She seems to like you a lot. What are you going to name her?" Sh'erdar perched on Ing's shoulder and watched the scene amusedly.
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Post by Millifiori on Jan 14, 2007 20:37:18 GMT -8
Flowers had rolled over, laying there listening to her mother and everyone vacating her room, but when she heard Araia's voice, she sat up. Looking at her mother and Miaka, she decided if they were leaving, her room wasn't the right place to be, and said, "Can we go somewhere and talk?" It was more a question to Araia, but if her mother objected, she'd stay put. Either way, while she waited for an answer, she looked at him, marking the changes in his appearance. He seemed to be dressed just about the same, except the metal on his arms, and he wore curious markings on his arm, like the wild fey bore all over their bodies, and his wings were gone. He had no fear anywhere in his features, and she searched hard for some sign of the old Araia she'd grown to love.
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Post by araia on Jan 14, 2007 20:48:14 GMT -8
Araia nodded, even though he was unfamiliar with Tintagel, and a little cautious about getting lost somewhere he didn't know, he was sure Flowers wouldn't take him somewhere dangerous. While she was studying him, he studied her, making note that she hadn't changed at all, save for the sadness. Had any time passed in Beyond since he had left? Years could go by in Hell, he knew, in a matter of minutes compared to other worlds. Or at least, it felt like an eternity, to those who were stuck there.
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