Post by Tathar Seregon on Jun 23, 2009 13:42:50 GMT -5
Tathar Seregon
Hajia Portier
Location: The Square
Time: 10:30am
Well now, last night had been an odd one, to be sure. He now no longer had to stay in the back room of his shop any longer...rather, he now shared quarters with the Master of the City herself....Interesting, while confusing, developments were without supply lately. Upon waking early this morning he had soundlessly left his cot and their now shared quarters, and left her to slumber away the day as she normally did, donning his cloak and pulling up the hood and moving to his shop, discarding the garment as soon as he had entered, ready for another dull and humdrum day of minding the business portion of it until it was either time to close up for the day or he could no longer cope with the boredom.
She awoke on the floor of her room. Her eyes were well rested, she stood and blinked a few times. She quickly donned her new day attrire. Wearing another simple cloth dress, that cupped her curves. Her lips held a line. She didn't want to smile she had no reason to.
She moved to slip into her boots, Carefullly lacing them up she moved to the door and shut it with a soft gesture. Moving down the stairs and out the door into the sunlight. When it hit her, she felt warm. She had a soft glow about her. Should a mortal see her, they would think she was pregant but she was not. Lifting her eyes to the sun she pulled her hair up, and let it hand from a ribbon, slightly curled a few strands hung about her face and neck. She turned and stepped to the smithery. Looking through the window, so he was here. She had thought for sure Pandora would have kept him. She moved on into the Smithery.
He blew the dust from the shelves of stagnant equipment...Today would hopefully hold a few more sales than the last few had, or he was going to slowly go mad. He felt the need to fire up the forge and do some actual work, but there was no more room on his shelves or walls for anything. Maybe from now on when he went to collect materials from the neighboring realm he should take his production a bit slower, at least that way he would constantly have something meaningful to do. Upon seeing her enter, however, he thought for a moment after giving her a curt nod of greeting...He could take a little while to come up with something for her to do....And he had better make it good since today was going to be her last day working for him. However, there was nothing demeaning or menial left to do. She had already done it all, very nearly, so he supposed that she could instead install the new window.
"I think that today you can replace the window that you shattered. The replacement is in the back room, there."
She nodded to him. Her lips portrayin' a slight smile She said nothin' and moved to the back room.
Lookin' around she found the broken window. Lifting it up, she took it to the window from where it was meant. Unwrapping it she carefully lifted the glass free of it's holdings and set it back down. She lifted a chisel like tool and used it to scrape away the reminants of the old window, putting the glass in her palm and then tossing it into the bucket beside her. She wanted to appologize for her behaviour.. she wanted to hug him for some strange reason. She blinked a few times standing absolutely still.
Her vision again seemed to give everythign a reddish hue. She strained her eyes and for a moment sword she could see out the window and down the street clear to the end of town, the trail and the forest line. She jerked then. Looking down and returning to her set duty.
She used the chisle again, just to deepen the place for the glass to set.
"...How are you..?"
It was quiet, and a slight growl at the end. She hadn't meant to. So she blinked again and looked at him. Her orbs would appear somethin' different. They swirled with worry, fear.
His attention turned to the counter, fingernails tapping it in an odd, almost tribal and primitive rhythm for a moment before she returned with the new pane of glass and started her own work on the window. She would have to remove the two boards he'd put up to deter thieves before she could really do anything more than remove the majority of the glass left from the old one that had been there, but they weren't in there very tightly so he could assume she could remove them without any difficulties. Her question was met with a grunt....He didn't speak for a good few moments, mind still on the events of the past two nights...He had let the vampire know that he cared not to hide their relationship, as well as the fact that he now shared her personal quarters...His mind kept moving to these things over and over for some reason.
"I am well enough. How are you faring?"
..."I am...Better.."
She was infact, alot better. Lifting an index finger to run it over the boards, she removed them too. Seeming to stare off into space as the wood came loose easier than she had thought. Raising an eyebrow she leaned down and picked up any scattered glass, she lifted the new plane of glass, and set it in the holdins at the bottom, then fttting it to the side she hit the edge of the glass with just enough force that it shifted farther into the setting,using the edge of the chisel, she pulled the wooden frame to the side just a bit, the glass popped into place. She gritted her teeth a little and turned lookin' for something, then finding two wooden pieces she pulled them into four smaller ones and she slipped the planks into the windows edge between the frame and the wall support. Makin' sure to reinforce it. She picked up all the little shreds and turned to him again.
"..This means....that you require no more of me? "
She was almost saddened by the thought. But then remembered something..
.."Tathar...Protect Pandora...I cannot, as she won't let me that close anymore.. but the Fallen Priest is back...I don't know how at this point in time, but he's been called for my head.."
She shifted herself uncomfortably, admitting it was harder than she thought.
.."...Damn Lycan..."
it was a mutter, and she had not the voice to argue. She would have to taken him down. She couldn't stand the thought of Pandora, or Tathar having to. No. This was her deal.[/color]
Watching as she proved to be resourceful enough to use th boards to reinforce the frame he gave an approving nod as she finished, and her words made him recall what she had been blabbering about both in the library as well as the night before last when he'd stopped Mathas' little game of toying with her. Of course he planned quite fully to protect Pandora should she need it, and from whatever may try to take her head be it lycan, vampire, demon or any other being under the sky. As he spoke to her his tone was even.....civil....she had finished her duty to him, and therefore had earned the privaledge to be spoken to as an equal...at least until she decided herself better yet again.
"Yes, your responsibilities here are finished. And whomever this "fallen priest" is, I can assure you that he will not get the chance to do anything rash. And since you say he has come for your head, I am sure that Pandora will grant you asylum within the walls of the Tower, should you ask it."
She snorted a little at his words..and canted her head to the side she turned towards the door. She looked to him again.
"....She would rather feed me to him...Thank you...for helping me..with..that..thing.."
Her voice dropped, she had gained quite a bit of respect for this lycan. He was something. She turned to the door again...but paused ..
"..I have a new shop, a Swordplay Shop, stop in sometime...I'm sure I won't be so busy.."
He raised a brow at her. Surely pandora would grant her sanctuary within the Tower should she need it. After all, she was of NightWorld, and she could not turn away any such person if they asked for assistance unless it was a very, very good reason, and a personal vendetta hardly qualified under that aspect. But he shrugged at her. It was her decision to make, and if she wished to remain in the loom of danger then so be it. She was not his responsibility. She was a full grown woman and thusly knew the consequences of her actions.
"I may stop by from time to time if I have nothing to occupy myself with. Thank you for the offer."
She eyed him slowly. And decided this time, she would not make any sort of advance on him. She lowered her gaze to her hands, the long nails cleaned of all the work she had done for him. As simple as it sounded he had molded her to be yet an even better person.
She squared her shoulders...and then her orbs glossed over with an odd emotion, one wouldn't think she would know of.
"...I'm a child...and an idiot...but.. you'll never really know how much you've help me realize it.."
With that she left his shop, the door closing behind her. Her form drifting off itno the day's sun.
He merely nodded to her as she left his shop and ventured outside to do as she pleased. And she was welcome to. She was no longer under his supervision, so she was free to do what she liked so long as she did not break the rules or any more windows. The thought made him chuckle a bit as he turned to once more tap his nails on the counter. At least she had learned a lesson from working for him. Hopefully she would put it to good use and mature, but yet again that was entirely her choice. But should she return to her old ways there was only so much to overlook before more serious actions are required. But maybe, just maybe, it would never come to that. For now he occupied himself with taking his own personal weapon down and running a cloth over the blade almost lovingly, wincing as he drew near the new silvered edge he had tainted it with. A simple moment of distress and he'd soiled his family's honor...The large scimitar seemed...Marred, even though he had meshed the two pieces together damn near perfectly.
Hajia Portier
Location: The Square
Time: 10:30am
Well now, last night had been an odd one, to be sure. He now no longer had to stay in the back room of his shop any longer...rather, he now shared quarters with the Master of the City herself....Interesting, while confusing, developments were without supply lately. Upon waking early this morning he had soundlessly left his cot and their now shared quarters, and left her to slumber away the day as she normally did, donning his cloak and pulling up the hood and moving to his shop, discarding the garment as soon as he had entered, ready for another dull and humdrum day of minding the business portion of it until it was either time to close up for the day or he could no longer cope with the boredom.
She awoke on the floor of her room. Her eyes were well rested, she stood and blinked a few times. She quickly donned her new day attrire. Wearing another simple cloth dress, that cupped her curves. Her lips held a line. She didn't want to smile she had no reason to.
She moved to slip into her boots, Carefullly lacing them up she moved to the door and shut it with a soft gesture. Moving down the stairs and out the door into the sunlight. When it hit her, she felt warm. She had a soft glow about her. Should a mortal see her, they would think she was pregant but she was not. Lifting her eyes to the sun she pulled her hair up, and let it hand from a ribbon, slightly curled a few strands hung about her face and neck. She turned and stepped to the smithery. Looking through the window, so he was here. She had thought for sure Pandora would have kept him. She moved on into the Smithery.
He blew the dust from the shelves of stagnant equipment...Today would hopefully hold a few more sales than the last few had, or he was going to slowly go mad. He felt the need to fire up the forge and do some actual work, but there was no more room on his shelves or walls for anything. Maybe from now on when he went to collect materials from the neighboring realm he should take his production a bit slower, at least that way he would constantly have something meaningful to do. Upon seeing her enter, however, he thought for a moment after giving her a curt nod of greeting...He could take a little while to come up with something for her to do....And he had better make it good since today was going to be her last day working for him. However, there was nothing demeaning or menial left to do. She had already done it all, very nearly, so he supposed that she could instead install the new window.
"I think that today you can replace the window that you shattered. The replacement is in the back room, there."
She nodded to him. Her lips portrayin' a slight smile She said nothin' and moved to the back room.
Lookin' around she found the broken window. Lifting it up, she took it to the window from where it was meant. Unwrapping it she carefully lifted the glass free of it's holdings and set it back down. She lifted a chisel like tool and used it to scrape away the reminants of the old window, putting the glass in her palm and then tossing it into the bucket beside her. She wanted to appologize for her behaviour.. she wanted to hug him for some strange reason. She blinked a few times standing absolutely still.
Her vision again seemed to give everythign a reddish hue. She strained her eyes and for a moment sword she could see out the window and down the street clear to the end of town, the trail and the forest line. She jerked then. Looking down and returning to her set duty.
She used the chisle again, just to deepen the place for the glass to set.
"...How are you..?"
It was quiet, and a slight growl at the end. She hadn't meant to. So she blinked again and looked at him. Her orbs would appear somethin' different. They swirled with worry, fear.
His attention turned to the counter, fingernails tapping it in an odd, almost tribal and primitive rhythm for a moment before she returned with the new pane of glass and started her own work on the window. She would have to remove the two boards he'd put up to deter thieves before she could really do anything more than remove the majority of the glass left from the old one that had been there, but they weren't in there very tightly so he could assume she could remove them without any difficulties. Her question was met with a grunt....He didn't speak for a good few moments, mind still on the events of the past two nights...He had let the vampire know that he cared not to hide their relationship, as well as the fact that he now shared her personal quarters...His mind kept moving to these things over and over for some reason.
"I am well enough. How are you faring?"
..."I am...Better.."
She was infact, alot better. Lifting an index finger to run it over the boards, she removed them too. Seeming to stare off into space as the wood came loose easier than she had thought. Raising an eyebrow she leaned down and picked up any scattered glass, she lifted the new plane of glass, and set it in the holdins at the bottom, then fttting it to the side she hit the edge of the glass with just enough force that it shifted farther into the setting,using the edge of the chisel, she pulled the wooden frame to the side just a bit, the glass popped into place. She gritted her teeth a little and turned lookin' for something, then finding two wooden pieces she pulled them into four smaller ones and she slipped the planks into the windows edge between the frame and the wall support. Makin' sure to reinforce it. She picked up all the little shreds and turned to him again.
"..This means....that you require no more of me? "
She was almost saddened by the thought. But then remembered something..
.."Tathar...Protect Pandora...I cannot, as she won't let me that close anymore.. but the Fallen Priest is back...I don't know how at this point in time, but he's been called for my head.."
She shifted herself uncomfortably, admitting it was harder than she thought.
.."...Damn Lycan..."
it was a mutter, and she had not the voice to argue. She would have to taken him down. She couldn't stand the thought of Pandora, or Tathar having to. No. This was her deal.[/color]
Watching as she proved to be resourceful enough to use th boards to reinforce the frame he gave an approving nod as she finished, and her words made him recall what she had been blabbering about both in the library as well as the night before last when he'd stopped Mathas' little game of toying with her. Of course he planned quite fully to protect Pandora should she need it, and from whatever may try to take her head be it lycan, vampire, demon or any other being under the sky. As he spoke to her his tone was even.....civil....she had finished her duty to him, and therefore had earned the privaledge to be spoken to as an equal...at least until she decided herself better yet again.
"Yes, your responsibilities here are finished. And whomever this "fallen priest" is, I can assure you that he will not get the chance to do anything rash. And since you say he has come for your head, I am sure that Pandora will grant you asylum within the walls of the Tower, should you ask it."
She snorted a little at his words..and canted her head to the side she turned towards the door. She looked to him again.
"....She would rather feed me to him...Thank you...for helping me..with..that..thing.."
Her voice dropped, she had gained quite a bit of respect for this lycan. He was something. She turned to the door again...but paused ..
"..I have a new shop, a Swordplay Shop, stop in sometime...I'm sure I won't be so busy.."
He raised a brow at her. Surely pandora would grant her sanctuary within the Tower should she need it. After all, she was of NightWorld, and she could not turn away any such person if they asked for assistance unless it was a very, very good reason, and a personal vendetta hardly qualified under that aspect. But he shrugged at her. It was her decision to make, and if she wished to remain in the loom of danger then so be it. She was not his responsibility. She was a full grown woman and thusly knew the consequences of her actions.
"I may stop by from time to time if I have nothing to occupy myself with. Thank you for the offer."
She eyed him slowly. And decided this time, she would not make any sort of advance on him. She lowered her gaze to her hands, the long nails cleaned of all the work she had done for him. As simple as it sounded he had molded her to be yet an even better person.
She squared her shoulders...and then her orbs glossed over with an odd emotion, one wouldn't think she would know of.
"...I'm a child...and an idiot...but.. you'll never really know how much you've help me realize it.."
With that she left his shop, the door closing behind her. Her form drifting off itno the day's sun.
He merely nodded to her as she left his shop and ventured outside to do as she pleased. And she was welcome to. She was no longer under his supervision, so she was free to do what she liked so long as she did not break the rules or any more windows. The thought made him chuckle a bit as he turned to once more tap his nails on the counter. At least she had learned a lesson from working for him. Hopefully she would put it to good use and mature, but yet again that was entirely her choice. But should she return to her old ways there was only so much to overlook before more serious actions are required. But maybe, just maybe, it would never come to that. For now he occupied himself with taking his own personal weapon down and running a cloth over the blade almost lovingly, wincing as he drew near the new silvered edge he had tainted it with. A simple moment of distress and he'd soiled his family's honor...The large scimitar seemed...Marred, even though he had meshed the two pieces together damn near perfectly.
