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02-28-2017, 04:29 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-28-2017, 04:29 AM by Reichenbach.)
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CLOSE YOUR EYES, KATE, AND I'LL SING YOU TO SLEEP,
CLOSE YOUR EYES, KATE, YOUR DREAMS WILL BE SWEET
CLOSE YOUR EYES, KATE, YOUR DREAMS WILL BE SWEET
He was not having a good day. All night he had been plagued by dreams of Rhaegar and his wife, his King suffering and in need while Reich, that damned gypsy soul, lived a life of adventure and prosperity in his new home. His vision had been red, his heart afire with echoes of damnation, disloyalty and oaths broken, and when he had awoken he had done so with weary eyes and a tired heart. Still, he had uttered pleasant hellos and friendly nods to those he was slowly growing to know at the Throat because they need not know that he was suffering. Bone tired and weary, Reich wandered without purpose or direction, in need of a task to take his mind off of the half memories, half dreams that haunted him. A summoning call echoed through the Throat, startling the bay stallion out of his thoughts and setting his silver eyes gazing toward the slight figure and her pale dragon near the healers quarters. He stilled, watching with quiet eyes as two more arrived - both strangers to him, and both young. He remained there for three long moments, the dark inside him abyssal and lonely, the need to be physical and useful pressing against the backs of his warm eyelids. With a strange huff the mahogany skinned man set himself toward the trio, arriving just as Najya was concluding her sentence. "Hi", he said warmly, rolling his shoulders with ease "Any chance you have room for a fourth helper?" His voice was a lilting baritone, musical and sultry. He glanced between the three gathered companions, flicking his silver eyes upward for a moment to watch the pale dragon soar above them before returning them to settle on Najya and the slight protuberance of her slim belly. "After all, a mother shouldn't put stress on her body," Reich gave a grin and a wink "and besides, I insist." He knew far too much about women and childbirth, having unwillingly assisted in many a task back in the Oasis of his childhood. A gypsy boy had to know these things. In the following silence he offered his name, casual and charming. "I'm Reich, new to the Throat and in need of a job to do." @Najya @Saoirse @Patrick |
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Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death
Force & Magic allowed short of permanent maiming & death
