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02-10-2015, 06:25 PM
Midas I couldn't withhold a light chuckle as my company voices her reserved praise toward hard won power and skill, yar, "For now," a whisper into the bleakness, yet one that broached only truth, "Ye will also grow in skill. We will meet on the field of contest again, and the result might be different." Aye, certainly different from the dance we swayed into only an hour or so prier. We both emerged wiser in different aspects. There wasn't time for added words before the shadowed frame of our gentle Medic appears from yon timber. A welcoming smile teases the hard lines on my face, chasing back any marks of discomfort, "Aye," when she asks for what purpose I'd stirred them at this late hour, "A sister needs thee attention." Unadorned crown shifts to make way for the spy and her companion. My own wounds pull painfully, reflectively tightening my smile. Fina soars to a nearby tree, scowling at us all the while. Neve looks on, surprisingly silent. "Will ye tend to her?" Ladies first. After Essetia was cared for, (and only after), would I see my wounds given attention -- should Kiara have the strength remaining to do so. Much of her efforts and time were likely given over to a newly birthed family. The child of their coupling had only been seen sparsely, she keep yon babe well removed from the public eye. Which was well within a mothers right. Come to think of it...I'd hardly seen her mated partner around of late.  Some legends are told Some turn to dust or to gold |
@[Essetia]
@[Kiara]
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